Oh, f*** this.

 In the words of today's youth, "I JUST CAN'T EVEN."

There is no longer any justice or rule of law in a good portion of this country.  Prepare accordingly.

They Keep Using That Word...

 Folks, if you want to know when the Mushroom Media are lying(well, besides the fact that their lips are moving), listen for these obvious tells:

"Conspiracy Theory."

"Without Evidence."

And above all, "Debunked."  I kid not at all, whenever a 'journalist' or a Leftist (but I repeat myself) says something has been 'debunked,' you may rest assured that it most certainly has not, and can never be, because it's true.

No one's explained why a USPS truck driver was trucking 20-30 pallet-sized cartons of already-completed PA ballots into PA from NYFS.

No one's explained why all poll watchers and press were lied out of the Atlanta counting room.

No one's explained why after that happened, multiple cartons of ballots were pulled out of hiding and counted, God alone knows how many times.
...

Because there is no explanation, except to acknowledge that election fraud and stealing, not on an Industrial Age scale, but on an Information Age scale, took place in plain sight on Election Night, and for days afterwards, cheered on and abetted by an anti-Trump and pro-communist media, exactly as described by the president, and just as anyone with two brain cells has seen with their own lying eyes.

People were willing to shoot federal agents over one old thieving geezer's range land grazing fee thefts in Nevada. They were one wonky trigger spring from opening the ball, and that was years ago.

Everybody that thinks 70M people now - who know in their bones they've been cheated of a landslide election victory - are going to roll over for wholesale presidential election theft, and do nothing, signify that by standing on your head.

 

But remember, it's all been "debunked."  And if you believe that, I've got a sweet deal on some beachfront property in Nebraska.

The freedom of the outsider

“If you are a good person, if you are a moral person, if you are a Christian, you are not going to be allowed to succeed in the system past a certain level. It’s just not going to happen. But it’s very, very freeing to know this. You’re not going to get the scholarship. You’re probably not going to get the acceptance. You’re not going to get the interview. So, this means you have the imperative to go out and make things happen on your own. Because here’s the magical thing about it. They can’t create. They cannot create things that are good, beautiful and true. They’re predators and parasites. And so, there’s always going to be a certain amount of room that is granted to people that just do their own thing, or for people who just work outside the system, because that’s where the positive change – the necessary positive change – is going to happen…What we’re dealing with here is a society that is run by the wicked and is run by the hedonists…And so, you can save a lot of time…The beauty of this is that by knowing that you have no chance to succeed within the system, you can give yourself the opportunity to succeed without it. And the fact that you are never going to be given that handout. The fact that you’re never going to get given that fake, pseudo success, means that the success that you achieve will be real. You’ll never have that impostor syndrome that they’re always talking about…And so, you have no chance to succeed in the realm of the wicked but that knowledge frees you to pursue genuine, meaningful and lasting success by pursuing the good, the beautiful and the true.”

--Vox Day

"Conspiracy theory?"

So, we've all heard about the latest child-rape scandal in the Catholic Church over there in Pennsylvania.  Seventy years, over 300 priests involved, and more than a thousand known victims so far--guarantee you many MANY more will come forward now that this has hit the headlines.


If you have the stomach to read through the report, you;ll notice that a whole lot of the things these priests were telling these kids, and doing to them, came straight out of the Black Mass.  Seriously.  Which means that many of these men were not only predators, but outright Satanists.  Satanist priests?  Well, yeah.  Satanists' favorite cover is being clergy.  Not only is it one of the ultimate forms of giving the bird to God, but it's so blatantly obvious that no one wants to believe it.

Consider, if you will, America in the 1950's.  Black and white, three-channel television was the Shiny New Thing.  Computers were just beginning to be conceptualized, and the internet wasn't even a gleam in DARPA's eye.  None of the horrors of Catholic Church sexual abuse had entered the public record.  Folks still trusted their secular and spiritual leaders.  Go back to that time, and try telling the parents in these parishes that the local Catholic priests are actually Satanists, and are raping their children.  You know what their reaction would be?

They'd want to have you locked up.  They'd think you were absolutely out of your mind.  They'd never believe it.  And yet, that was exactly the case, and it went on for seven decades. 

Now, tell me again how "crazy" Pizzagate is.

I thought this was illegal?

Oh yeah--there is no law any more, at least when Leftist murder-for-profit is involved.

I used to be heavily pro-choice.  I've been rethinking my views for the last few years, and this just made me 100% Pro-Freakin'-Life.  And if you really don't see the problem with harvesting the organs of purposely murdered babies, you are seriously disturbed.

The fact that the organs are readily identifiable, marks these as partial-birth abortions, not just 'disposing of a clump of tissue.'   And don't start throwing exceptions at me--the vast majority of abortions are NOT to save the mother's life, nor the result of rape.  They're for convenience.  They're done so that women can let themselves be used carelessly without being 'punished' with the creation of a new human life.

The social conservatives warned us that legalizing abortion would lead to things like this.  They were right, and I was wrong. 

I got nothing else coherent--I'm just trying not to completely lose my shit over the fact that so many people really don't seem to see anything wrong with this.  God help us.

Stupid hurts.

But...but...everyone needs to wrap the world in styrofoam because I raised a non-viable form of life!!

Did you catch the sleight-of hand, there? The dude put the mortar on his head, lit it, and "the accident happened". What accident? The lighter worked, the mortar worked, it was sitting right where he wanted it. Every thing about the whole affair was as on purpose as it gets. Dude killed himself as surely as if he'd stepped in front of a train or suck-started a twelve gauge.

Lady, I'm sorry your kid was an idiot and paid for his idiocy with his life, but just because your kid thought he could breathe water is no reason to make the other kids get out of the pool. Normally I would not speak so to a grieving parent, but you are trying to use the force of law to inflict your grief on everybody else, and that is most uncool.

An idiot-proof world is only fit for idiots.  Just sayin'.

I'll just leave this right here...

(To be fair, Che killed anyone who got in his way, whatever their age, gender or color.)

It's been done on purpose.

Call me a tinfoil-hat weirdo(you will--you always do), but I've come to think there's something sinister behind the pussifcation of America in recent decades:

Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.

Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?

Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.

RTWT, and follow the links.  When did camping become child endangerment?  How did cutting one's food become a felony?  What's the impetus behind this disturbing trend...

...and who, ultimately, benefits?

Please help.

No, not me.  And unless people really pony up, this isn't going to be solved with a GoFundMe or Kickstarter page.

I ask you all this in the name of truth, justice and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ--spread this far and wide until we can find proper legal representation for this woman who's not only being kicked while she's down by our 'justice' system, she's being run over repeatedly by a tank.

I find it so interesting that my pastor spoke on the church of Smyrna today in church.  We are studying the seven churches mentioned in the first part of the Book of Revelation right now.  I was feeling.. well, kinda low today.  I didn’t want to see anyone right now.  I get sick of explaining my circumstance to people who either can’t understand or don’t want to understand.  (For those who are only now signing onto my blog, I am being sued for slander against a colonel who raped me when I attended West Point in 1986 and now claims it never happened.  The suit is for the ridiculous sum of $3 million.)  And even if they want to help, can’t.  It is a mutual burden, not a conversation.  So I stayed home today and decided to catch the sermon online- pretty nice as I could do it with my puppy in lap, regaled in full pajama, coffee in hand.  See, I just lost my last hearing concerning my lawsuit this past week.  I must say that I am rather stunned and have been rolling it about in my mind.  I have been considering how to break it to my readers.  How do I tell thousands of people that God didn’t swoop in and save me as we all thought he would?  How do I tell them that Jesus’ words concerning standing in court and having the Holy Spirit fill our minds and bodies with the right words didn’t come true?  How do I tell them that God’s name was shamed and not honored in court?  That my enemies were licking their lips in satisfaction and gloating, patting their fat, evil stomachs in glee- at my expense, but also at Jesus’ name’s expense?  How can I express how that last part angers me?  Oh, yes, I know they are reading this and with further glee.  And that makes it all the more difficult to communicate the truth to you.  Just doing so satisfied their evil little putrid minds.

Can I tell you that I never thought I would be taken down in this way?  I have written about homosexuality, gay marriage,  Obama, progressives, Mormons, Jesus, liberals, NDAA2012, the Cybersecurity Bill, the fact that all American media is owned by seven privately owned financial groups, that 80% of digital voting machines are owned by one man and his brother.  I wrote about Sandy Hook and was one of the first ones to call it a set up.  That one article brought over 2 million hits (almost all hate mail) to my site.    I have exposed people by name on this blog- I have proven, without a doubt, that these things are true.  Granted, I am small and few people have heard of me.  But I have felt the brunt of liberal wrath in any case.  I have laughed at so many creepy cretins that have crawled upon my page that I was sure that one day, a cretin would find a backer with some power.   Facebook worried enough that it attempted to shut down my page once and almost succeeded.  In fact, it has partially succeeded to this day by shutting down my ability to advertise my page.  Further, it has killed my ability to post on my Short Little Rebel page thereby killing it for all practical purposes.  When I post, about 3 people receive it although I have over 6,000 likes.  It has also refused to index my Short Little Rebel facebook page to Google, Yahoo or any other search engine.  In fact, if you every google ‘short little rebel’, you will only find the liberal hate pages dedicated to mocking me on facebook.  Even though they only have about 200 likes or less.    So I kinda figured that when the hammer came, it would come from one of those directions.   But no, the cretins are still just writhing impotently upon their own tiny…,um,.. pages, hopping about with glee as they live vicariously through me.  (note, like all liberals, they are complete hypocrites- they are cheering on the would-be general and hating the woman who was raped.  yeah, watch the liberals call the rape victim a liar and say the would be general and the military are the good guys…oh-kaaayyy…  liberalism is not the bastion of logic or intelligence- you can’t reason with these numbnuts.)

Instead, it came from the slanderous direction of the U.S. Army and one of its colonels.  And how do you like that?  I was raped and was merciful to my rapist.  I never brought charges.  Instead, I turned to God.  I owned one thing, however, and that was his name.  It was he that should bear the shame, not me.  I didn’t do wrong, he did.  Rape is a crime committed by the man, Friends.  It is about power, not attraction.  You can’t dress sexy enough or act sexy enough to ‘deserve’ rape.  No one can shame a woman into ‘deserving’ to be raped.  The reason I say this man’s name when I speak of my rape is to put the blame on him, not me.  This is part of my healing and I will continue to do so for the rest of my life.  He is the criminal and I am the victim.  That fact will remain between us until we die- and even beyond- for we will both be judged by God himself.   No court, no judge, no lawyer can remove the crime.  I repeat, no one can remove the factuality of the crime.  It remains as a bloodstain upon this man forever.  Edgar Allen Poe wrote about this spot as did Shakespeare- this ‘damn spot’ will never come out.  Man’s court is not the ultimate court.  That is what I have learned since Friday’s hearing.

RTWT.  In the name of all that's holy, let's find her some help.  This is a sick perversion of any concept of justice or fairness.  Someone out there can make this right--let's find them.

Think homeschooling is too much trouble?

Try it while jamming gears across the country.  Of course, this was a recipe for failure, since Kerry Anderson went from participating in a useful profession to attending some Ivy League propaganda mill.  But I guess some will find this interesting:

Ms. ANDERSON: A lot of our schooling actually as integrated into what she was doing. When we know where we were going, Texas to California, for instance, we had to map out the mileage. We had to map out when we had to fuel, how fast we were going to be going, where we needed to stop, rest areas, all of that kind of thing, what our fuel mileage was going to be.
That's how she got us going on a lot of it. And then there was a program that we mailed things in. So we did it at our leisure, basically.

NORRIS: So you did it right there in the cab of the truck?

Ms. ANDERSON: Yes.

NORRIS: And was your mother someone who had a teaching background? This sounds like it was a bit of an adventure for her, too.

Ms. ANDERSON: It absolutely was. She did not have an education background, but she knew that we but she wanted us to do very well academically, and so she took it upon herself to make sure we did.

NORRIS: So when you actually transferred first to Valencia Community College and then later on to Harvard, it must have been almost boring to sit in a classroom. 

Yeah, homeschooling is way too inconvenient.  Better to leave your kids in the care of Real Professionals, who give them important and relevant coursework.

A blast from the past

Both her Blogger and Wordpress blogs seeming to be defunct, I shall repost this awesome story in full.  Just in case, ya know.

Submitted for your inspection, the story...of Jim.

This is the story of Jim. Jim was an average young man in an average American town. He earned above-average grades in high school, and went on to attend an average American college. Jim's parents, while not destitute, were in no position to help him with finances, so Jim worked full-time at an average college job to support himself, riding his bike to school, then to work, and then back to his far-below-average studio apartment to study, eat average college food, and fall asleep. The next day began the whole process again.

One day, while Jim was enjoying a rare free moment, his uncle paid him a surprise visit. Jim's uncle was a wealthy man, though no one quite knew what he did to amass his fortune. He entered the tiny rented room with a warm greeting, and sat on the edge of the bed. After exchanging pleasantries and small talk, Jim's uncle asked if there was anything he could do to make Jim's life easier. Jim didn't want to impose, so he politely declined. Jim's uncle pressed his point, saying, "Jim, I've known you for longer than you remember, and it pains me to see you having to struggle this way. Here," and he pulled a small black card out of his jacket pocket. Jim tried to refuse, but his uncle insisted. "Use this as you see fit," he said to the young man. They talked awhile longer about various family members and Jim's classes, and then, after affectionate goodbyes, Jim's uncle left.

Jim followed his uncle to the door, and shut it after him. He then turned over the small black card in his hand. It was a credit card. . . sort of. There was a sixteen-digit number on it and a magnetic strip , but no expiration date, no name, no logo, not even a signature bar. Just a wholly unremarkable, glossy black card. Jim wondered how it could even work, and then decided that he would not find out. He was determined to go it on his own, just like his parents had taught him. "Earn what you get, or there's no joy in having it," his father liked to say. Jim went to throw the card away, but hesitated. It couldn't hurt, after all, to have options, could it? That's really all he was doing, was being careful, he told himself as he put the card in his desk.

For months, Jim rarely even thought of the card. Then, one day he noticed a letter from the college in his stack of mail. Times had grown tough not just for Jim, but for everybody, and money was tight all around. Though Jim had carried his above average grades with him to college, they were no longer enough to maintain his scholarship. Jim sat crumpled in his chair, head in hands. He would have to delay his schooling and spend the next semester saving for the following term. The thought was not at all appealing -- hadn't he suffered enough? He worked his heart out and sacrificed so much; how could this happen? Suddenly, that little black card loomed large in Jim's mind. Surely it wouldn't hurt to use it for his living expenses. Not luxury items -- just the stuff he was already using. Then he would work even harder, improve his grades so he could get his scholarship back, and then put the card away. Other students lived on credit -- was it really so wrong?

Jim put his plan into action, knowing full well that he might regret it when the bill came. He determined he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He was a little nervous the first time he swiped the little black card, but it worked just fine. All he needed to do was sign. He stayed true to his word, using his credit judiciously. A month passed. Then two. Jim checked every day, but no bill came to him. Worried, he called his uncle. "Don't worry about it, my boy, it's all taken care of," Jim's uncle reassured him. "But..." Jim started to protest, but his uncle cut him off: "It's all taken care of. I meant what I said -- use it as you see fit. I'll tell you what: I'll arrange with your employer to automatically deduct payments from your paycheck, alright?" This eased Jim's mind, and he let the matter go.

In the ensuing months, Jim came to rely on the card more and more. He asked his boss to move him to part-time hours: With all his needs paid for, he could start focusing on his wants, and one of those was more leisure time. The money he earned could also go to wants, rather than needs. Jim felt as if the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders. His wants, however, soon outstripped his income, and he found himself pulling out that little black card more and more often. The card seemed to have no limit; though his purchases grew progressively larger, the card was never declined.

Jim was coming out of the store after one of his larger purchases when he saw a man standing at a nearby intersection holding a cardboard sign. Jim walked over to talk to the man, and found that the man, Andrew, had fallen on hard times. He had lost his job, could not find another one, and had a family to feed, so he stood on the corner begging strangers for money. Andrew's story troubled Jim; he'd experienced hard times himself, and could not imagine having to face unemployment with a family to feed. Jim quickly told Andrew about his little black card, and offered to use it for Andrew's family's expenses as well. Andrew, overcome with emotion, threw his arms around Jim and sobbed thanks into his shoulder.

Word of the miraculous card spread quickly, and soon Jim was inundated with requests for help. Some seemed more legitimate than others, but who was he to judge? Jim accepted them all, and it seemed that in no time half of the town was dependent on the card Jim's uncle had given to him. Jim was thrilled that he could help so many people. Gone were his days of counting change for food; now, because of him, those days were gone for so many others, too. "This," Jim thought to himself one night, "is freedom."

Jim's philanthropic ventures weren't the only thing on his mind. There was a young lady he'd met in class. Sharla. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind -- everything Jim was looking for. And, though he could hardly believe it, she reciprocated his feelings. It wasn't long until he had a ring on her finger. Money no longer being an object, he made sure that their wedding was everything she had ever wanted. He thought nothing could have made him happier, but he had to admit he was wrong on that point on the day that Sharla gave birth to their first child, a darling baby boy who they called Sam.

Sam was just a few days old, sleeping in his mother's arms in their comfortable home, when there came a knock at the door. Jim ran to answer it and found a delivery man standing there with a package. Jim signed for the package, thanked the man, and went back in the house. He turned the box over to see not his name, or Sharla's, but Sam's. Thinking it was a gift for the new baby, he opened it. He was puzzled to find not gifts, but a stack of official-looking pages. He grabbed the first one and began to read.

Jim could feel the blood draining from his face. His hands began to shake. This had to be wrong, this could not be possible. He raced for the phone, punched in his uncle's number, and demanded that the old man get there NOW. Jim paced the floor while he waited, unable to continue perusing the pages in the box. Not possible. Not possible.

Jim's uncle knocked on the door in short order. Jim nearly wrenched the door off its hinges, grabbed his uncle by the arm, dragged him to the box, and thrust the first paper into his face. "How?" bellowed Jim. "How is this possible?!"

Jim's uncle stepped back, stroked his white goatee thoughtfully, and calmly said, "Jim, I told you it was taken care of. You never asked how."

Jim's eyes grew wide. "How could you do this to me? To him? My son, he's just a baby! How on earth can he pay this off?" Another thought gripped Jim, turning him paler still. "Half the town is living on this card! They depend upon it! I can't just cut them off! But if I don't..." His sentence trailed off as he stared in anguish at his son, who had somehow slept through Jim's outburst.

Jim's uncle nodded gravely. "I'll tell you what, Jim. I can help you with this problem as well." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another card, just like Jim's, but with a different number on it. "Give him this when he's of age."

Jim was flabbergasted. "You cannot be serious," he said. Another thought occurred to him, and he grasped at it like a drowning man lunging for a piece of driftwood. "What about the payments that were being taken from my paychecks?"

Jim's uncle laughed. "My boy, surely you don't believe you made this much?!"

"Well, no," admitted Jim, clinging to this last tiny piece of hope, "but it's got to count for something, right?"

Jim's uncle laughed again. "My boy," he said again, slightly shaking his head from side to side, "how do you think I've made my fortune?" He stuffed the second card into his stunned nephew's hands, nodded to an equally stunned Sharla, and escorted himself out, leaving a horrified silence in his wake.

And now I will ask you the question that was surely running laps around Jim's beleaguered mind: If you have to steal from and enslave your own children to achieve it, can you truly call it freedom?

Fortunately, this story is fiction.  After all, this sort of abandonment of common sense could never be possible in the real world.  An entire nation could only subscribe to this sort of twisted logic...

...in the Twilight Zone.

Of kit cars and Bruce Jenner

OK, now...that wasn't a weird title or anything.

I've been going around and around with various people concerning the whole transgender thing.  Let me spell it out for you so you know where I stand.

Do I believe that a person can have more of the opposite gender in their brain/soul than their own gender?  Yes.

Do I believe that said person is a human being and a child of God, and should not be hassled, demonized or otherwise screwed with?  Yes.

Do I believe that a person can actually change from one gender to another?  No.

Since the entire country is now all about The Bruce "Caitlyn" Jenner thing, we shall use him as an example.

First off, I don't really believe that Mr. Jenner is actually transsexual.  Ann Barnhardt, of all people, pointed out the obvious problem with this quote: 

"I am not gay. As far as I know, I am heterosexual. I've never been with a guy, I've always been married, raising kids."

(As far as you know?  You'd think after six decades, you'd have kind of figured out what you're attracted to.  It didn't take me a third as long to realize that I love plush women, and that's almost as stigmatized as being gay.)  Back to the subject, Ann's response was dead-on:

Um, if Jenner actually believed on even the shallowest level that he was a “woman trapped in a man’s body”, dontcha think he might say something like “I’m a lesbian”?

Yeah, pretty much.  A real MTF transsexual, if there be such, would have said exactly that.  So I tend to doubt the veracity of his claims.  However, even if I'm wrong, "sexual reassignment surgery" is not the panacea its proponents claim it to be*, and, in all honesty, it's an oxymoronic phrase.

Most of you probably aren't gearheads, although, given my mostly conservative readership, I may be wrong on that.  For those of you who haven't heard of kit cars, let me explain.

A kit car is a set of body panels, an interior and a host of other parts that you can graft to the chassis of a donor vehicle to make it look different.  Although there have been kits based around almost any widely-available platform, the most common donor was a VW Beetle, so we'll use that for our example.  You can make that old Beetle look like this(awesome), or this(made entirely of awesome with a side of awesome fries), or anything you can think of.  You can tweak and alter that body so that only the most hardcore, bleeds-motor-oil car freak would notice that things are not what they seem.

But it's still a VW Beetle.

No matter what it looks like, it's not a Porsche 917.  It's not an MG-TD.  It's a Volkswagen Beetle.  It's licensed and registered as a Volkswagen Beetle.  It's got the powertrain and performance of a Volkswagen Beetle.  It can't be anything else, no matter what you make it look like.

When "sexual reassignment surgery" can give a former woman a working penis and testes, or a former man a uterus and ovaries, and can either add or eliminate that Y chromosome, then I'll have no problem believing that one gender can 'transition' to another.  Until then, the whole concept is simply denying objective reality.  Until then, these people have not 'transitioned,' they have been castrated and/or mutilated.  These people are not being 'helped,' they are being reinforced in their delusions by people with, IMNSHO, a very sinister agenda.

So now you know my take on things.  HTH.

UPDATE:  So I wasn't mistaken--we really are bowing and scraping to the insane.

Example 7: A man who had his features surgically altered to (sort of) resemble a woman proclaims himself “the new normal.” No, it’s not normal. It is something than can be tolerated or accepted, but it is not normal. [Body Dysmorphic Disorder] But we are ordered not only to pretend it is normal, but to celebrate his “courage.” And anyone who refuses to buy into the delusion that a person with a penis is a woman is equated to a Klansman or a Nazi.

Good to know.

*  Remember, this study is in Sweden.  The most PC, tolerant, accepting environment for folks with sexual issues that you'll ever encounter.  "Social Oppression" fails as an argument here.

A picture of stupid...

OK...so what, exactly, is there in this list that we don't support?

Humanity, civility, democracy and reason are all parts of a civilized society.  They can only be found in a civilized society.  And a civilized society is created and maintained by obedience to the rule of law(ie; the Constitution), and the means to enforce that obedience(ie; an armed populace).

This picture is made of so much I-don't-get-it that it's about to reach critical mass.  Not to mention using a bare foot to step on a rattlesnake--that takes the sort of stupid that knows what the windows on the short bus taste like.

UPDATE:  OTOH, if you read it like this..."Humanity, civility, democracy, reason--LET'S TREAD ON THEM!"

...suddenly it makes a lot more sense.  But I'm pretty sure that isn't how it was meant.

Speak for yourself, Bernie.

So the Vast Right Wing Blogspiracy is all atwitter about the revelation of an article written by aspiring Presidential candidate Bernie Sanders (C*-VT) back in the '70s, which seems...er,  just a little non-PC.

Now, as we all know, the Mushroom Media will ignore this, and anyone on the Left who manages to hear about it anyway will find any means to excuse it because Koch brothers or something.  If you doubt me, study the Presidential career of Hillary's husband.  And it's not like any election in the former USA matters one thin damn, since there's no alternative to the Fascist Party:  your only choice is whether you want your tyranny with a red or a blue tint.  But I just had to comment on this line:

“A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy,” wrote Sanders. “A woman on her knees. A woman tied up. A woman abused.”

Excuse The F*** Me?????  Dude, I maintain that if you not only find this sort of fantasy arousing, but actually think it's 'typical,' you really need to be locked away from the rest of us until someone sets your brain straight.  But I shouldn't be surprised, really--seems like everyone we elect to public office these days wants to rape us all in one fashion or another.


*Communist

There are no words.

Why have so many people developed a visceral hatred of cops?

I'm not talking about gangbangers and other lowlives--I'm talking about your average, everyday American.  Every day, more and more of the public realize that they no longer have any faith or trust in the police.

Maybe this is why.

The act of sleeping in a room about to be breached by a SWAT team constituted “criminal” conduct on the part of the infant. At the very least, the infant was fully liable for the nearly fatal injuries inflicted on him when Habersham County Sheriff’s Deputy Charles Long blindly heaved a flash-bang grenade – a “destructive device,” as described by the ATF, that when detonated burns at 2,000-3,500 degrees Fahrenheit – into the crib.

Merely by being in that room, Bou-Bou had assumed the risk of coming under attack by a SWAT team. By impeding the trajectory of that grenade, rather than fleeing from his crib, Bou-Bou failed to “avoid the consequences” of that attack.

In any case, Bou-Bou, along with his parents and his siblings, are fully and exclusively to blame for the injuries that nearly killed the child and left the family with more than one million dollars in medical bills. The SWAT team that invaded the home in Cornelia, Georgia on the basis of a bogus anonymous tip that a $50 drug transaction had occurred there is legally blameless.

...

A tax-subsidized settlement was reached about a month ago in which the National Fire Insurance Company will pay $964,000 to the family -- a little more than $538,000 for medical expenses, and multiple installments of $200,000 to the infant after he turns 18 in 2033. This arrangement will leave the family facing at least a half-million dollars in current medical expenses, a figure that will be matched or eclipsed by future costs incurred by Bou-Bou's ongoing medical treatment.

In familiar fashion, nobody responsible for this crime will be compelled to make restitution, or be held accountable for the nearly fatal injuries inflicted on the child – and the significant but non-life-threatening injury suffered by his father -- during the 2:00 a.m. home invasion that took place nearly a year ago.

Near every lawsuit begets a “defendant’s reply” disputing all of the factual allegations and legal claims presented by the plaintiffs. Where the defendants are law enforcement officers, the objective is to build a case that the actions of the officers were “reasonable” and in compliance with established “policies and procedures” – and thus protected by “qualified immunity.” From this perspective, the assailants are innocent of all liability even though they did everything wrong – and the victims are fully to blame even though they did nothing wrong. The reply filed on behalf of Sheriff Joey's deranged deputies will serve as a legal clinic for other departments involved in similar Soviet-grade atrocities in the future. 

Look, folks--everybody screws up.  Sometimes, those screw-ups have some pretty horrific consequences.  I don't expect police officers to be perfect, because they're human beings, and thus prone to misjudgements and mistakes.  I get that.

But there's something called 'honor.'  You may have heard of it, but if you haven't, it's something that was practiced universally in Western civilization since forever.  Something the boys in blue camo black claim that they're full of.  ORLY?

Honorable men would have apologized, admitted to their mistakes, and done everything in their power to set things right.  Honorable men would have done this without the slightest regard to the consequences to themselves.  Honorable men would do this because...well, because it is the honorable thing to do.  QED.

Hiding behind lawyers, courts and union reps is not honorable.  Evading responsibility for your mistakes is not honorable.  Blaming an infant for having a grenade thrown into his crib is beyond dishonorable, and is in fact the purchase of a First Class Express ticket to Hell.  It is disgusting and vile in the view of any civilized human being.

So, Officers, if you're wondering why even your law-abiding, run-of-the-mill neighbors are looking at you with barely disguised loathing...it's because too many of you have proven that you not only have no honor, you don't even understand the concept.

Prove me wrong.  Make this right.

But nobody's forcing their lifestyle on you...

...that's just tinfoil-hat craziness.

The Supreme Court’s recent refusal to take on gay rights’ appeals from five states has opened the doors for same-sex marriages to go forth.

The Knapps were just asked by a gay couple to perform their wedding ceremony, The Daily Caller reported.

“On Friday, a same-sex couple asked to be married by the Knapps, and the Knapps politely declined,” The Daily Signal reported. “The Knapps now face a 180-day jail term and a $1,000 fine for each day they decline to celebrate the same-sex wedding.”

I'm all for equality, but this is bullshit.  What's next, forcing the Catholic Church to hold a Black Mass?  At this point, it might just happen.
(HT Blue)

Apparently, some people are confused.

This is not rape.

And you, as the victim of such an unimaginable atrocity, are entitled to use the Power of the State to destroy the life of the person who declined to participate in your lesbian wedding.

So, just as anything a terrorist complains about is now “torture,” so is anything a woman complains about “rape.”

I didn’t think I could feel any more contempt for the wedding cake fascists than I already did. I was wrong.

 This is rape.

Police noted in the court documents that the victim is Abdullahi's wife via Muslim custom. Police did not release her age, but Sgt. Trent Crump said she is a young adult.

Police said the victim's parents married her to Abdullahi in November without her knowledge. She learned of the marriage in December and fled the state but returned two weeks later to finish high school.

The victim's family members reportedly took her to Abdullahi's residence against her will on Monday. Police said Abdullahi punched, bit and strangled her before sexually assaulting her.

I'll wait for the protests from the Left over this latter incident, which should be happening sometime around never.

How's that "War On Drugs" going?

This is absolutely nauseating.

She has been charged with no crime, yet she still must go into court to prove that she should still have custody of her child. You can feel that pot, even for medicinal use, should remain illegal, and realize how wrong this is.


There is no proof that this child was being given an illegal substance. The boy simply understands the issues surrounding the use of medicinal pot. That isn't a crime. That isn't child abuse.


The State of Kansas has done nothing to "protect" this child, they have done quite the opposite. This child has been harmed by the very agency that is supposed to help him in cases of abuse and neglect. When we have a government that is so large that it can walk into a classroom of a child, question him without parental permission, then use those statements of a child to get a warrant to get into the home of the parent, we have a government that is too powerful. 

Emphases mine.  If you can't understand that this is SO wrong on SO MANY wrong levels, you're part of the problem.  Please head on down to the nearest fire station and ask to borrow the Jaws of Life to remove your head from your ass.

An ironic musical 3-fer

Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh, cry or have another beer.

pssht***glug glug glug***uurrrrrrpp

OK, well, that settled that question.  Anyway, the point I was getting to was the tragicomic irony of the state of America today.  Y'all remember when metal and punk music were all about rebellion?  Do you?  That the whole point was to stand tall and give the bird to The Man?  And now, the kids that grew up on this music have become The Man, and the results are horrific. 

I beseech my fellow Americans of a Conservative and/or Libertarian bent...listen to these lyrics, and try to tell me they don't speak to your hearts:

Jealous cowards try to control!
They distort what we say!
Try and stop what we do!
When they can't do it themselves!



Is that not a perfect representation of what we're facing?  Makes you want to say something like this:

Oh, you're so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don't want nothin' 
Not a thing from you!

Your life is trite and jaded,
Boring and confiscated,
If that's your best,
Your best won't do!



 I don't know what happened, but I'm thinking we're heading for this.  God help us all.

I don't care
What you say
We never played by the same rules
Anyway
I won't be there anymore
Get outta my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore...

Good news/bad news

First, the bad news:  Universities, once institutions of intelligence and maturity, are literally nothing more than day-care centers for over-aged children.

The safe space, Ms. Byron explained, was intended to give people who might find comments “troubling” or “triggering,” a place to recuperate. The room was equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies, as well as students and staff members trained to deal with trauma.

Emphasis mine.  Congratulations, parents; you've just paid hideous amounts of money to send your supposedly adult children back to kindergarten.  Don't it make ya proud?

(HT Gay Patriot)

The good news is that even in Minnesota The Land of 10,000 Leftists, normal people have finally had enough of the Butthurt Brigade:

“Just left a very hostile moment at Maynard’s in Excelsior. Owners physically pushing us and snatching signs. #BlackBrunchMN”

“The whole restaurant yelled and swore at us. A man followed us outside to keep yelling asking us if white lives matter too. #BlackBrunchMN”

Black Brunch protesters in Excelsior, Minnesota were run out of Maynard’s restaurant Sunday morning by angry customers and staff. The reaction was so swift one protester said they did not have time to take photos.

Be grateful that's all that happened, you race-baiting punks.  It'll keep getting worse until you learn to act like civilized human beings.

(HT Daley Gator)

So, it's kind of even today.  I'll call it a win.