Making the elites uncomfortable by attacking their infrastructure is something I’ve advocated. For the record, I was in Nebraska when this happened.
Could this be the start?
Making the elites uncomfortable by attacking their infrastructure is something I’ve advocated. For the record, I was in Nebraska when this happened.
Could this be the start?
“You never want a serious crisis to go to waste. And what I mean by that is an opportunity to do things that you think you could not do before.” ― Rahm Emanuel
In business negotiations, you should put in items you can live without or not even want. Your party (or parties) on the other side of the table object vehemently. After a suitable period of dancing around, you give in and they have their “victory”. You have what you wanted from the start.
At the rarefied heights of Congress, the process is more devious as too many other parties must be deceived, as in the general public and vested interests. The “show” is everything and the McConnells and Schumers of that world are masters of the game.
On the other side, you have President Trump, perhaps the very best negotiator ever to sit in the Oval Office. He sees through clearly what is intended to swindle the rest of us.
I sold hundreds of cars at retail using this basic business tactic. Why did I use it? For the same reason more sophisticated variants are used in congress; it works!
So, WSF, what is your point?
We are at war with China, their version of the Soviet’s Cold War. COVID-19 is one weapon. Bribery and corruption is another. They may believe they can absorb the current economic blows better than the West can absorb the financial and social chaos caused by this “pandemic”. Stealing the Presidential election is the last big push. Think of it as our Stalingrad.
This current COVID-19 Stimulus Bill shows how the negations work. I’m not smart enough, nor have access to the insider knowledge, to see what is there to toss out so what is wanted remains. Who will be the winners and who will be the losers (other than the public)? What further erosion of our civil liberties is buried in it (the devil is in the details)? My conclusion? We’re fucked.
Not only are we at war with China, we are living the Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times”.
As always, YMMV
On a personal note, will be touring the wild lands of the Nebraska Panhandle Monday and Tuesday on business. I’m hoping the weather is decent. From personal experience I know driving can be a challenge. For that reason Enterprise will be furnishing the vehicle (complete with damage waiver). While always the cheapskate, there are times spending a couple of hundred makes sense.
WARNING: Inappropriate Language Employed
There are people who should not have guns because they have never bothered to learn safety, or have used them for illegal purposes, or both. Take this story for an example.
Every story like this one gives the anti-gun fanatics good arguments that we 2nd Amendment supporters have to refute, or ignore. Let us not delude ourselves. A subset of firearm owners own firearms because they believe their cocks are too short. Just as they don’t think they need any safety training, they probably don’t use condoms.
Is there any solution, or is it Darwinism?
NOTE: The US Army Basic Training cadre, circa 1963 had strong, negative reactions to the use of “Gun”. They had many different ways to impress upon the young soldiers their dislike of trainees using the term.
Over at Daily Timewaster is a post on tanks in trouble.
It provoked a memory of some friends who had their new bulldozer paid for in full one summer by the US Forest Service.
They were doing various works and one Forest Ranger wanted them to move to a different location. It was early springtime and the place he wanted them to move required crossing a wetland. They declined, stating their bulldozer would get stuck.
After some heated negotiations, they agreed to attempt crossing but only after receiving a written work order that provided they would be paid their hourly rate if the bulldozer became stuck until it was unstuck. As in 24/7.
The USFS was able to extract the bulldozer that fall after the wetland dried out.
My friends didn’t say what happened to the Forest Ranger. My guess, showing that unique incompetency, he was on the promotion fast track.
Just in case my file hasn’t been updated recently, and my place next to the stove in the re-education camp not reserved, this post should take care of that. You have been warned.
Should you be in need of something to raise your blood pressure and disturb you equanimity, read this? Go ahead, more will be below.
We, the taxpayers, fund this.
Note the righteous certainty, of the people quoted, of their beliefs.
Anyone who might disagree is dismissed, their beliefs of no importance, and their very existence a hindrance, nay, threat to the world these people want. The very idea those in disagreement might, just might, have real and legitimate grievances doesn’t seem to enter their thoughts. Such utter arrogance!
An undertone in the article and remarks by those quoted is fear, fear of the right and the desire to neutralize the right. I don’t know what they fear. Most people on the right are law abiding hard working people trying to raise families. They won’t do squat except squawk. 300,000,000 firearms just sitting threaten nobody.
What is needed by the right is George Soros level funding to create and sustain a core of professional organizers backed by on call lawyers. The professionals can then direct operations that sting and terrorize the left. Examples would include sabotage of infrastructures that benefit principally the deep state and associated parasites. Say the Washington D.C. beltway suburban communities. Silicon Valley. Martha’s Vineyard. Aspen. No electricity, no water? That will get their attention quickly.
Violence? Sniping the election officials and elected Secretary of State office holders around the country who took an oath to provide fair elections and violated their oaths. Wounding, not killing, as their actions don’t warrant the death penalty. They are soft targets. Look at what was accomplished in 2002 by two perps in what was called the D.C. Sniper attacks. Moreover, they picked random targets.
So, WSF, will you lead the charge? The answer is no, I’m of the “won’t do squat except squawk” coalition. My excuse? Age and finances. That hasn’t always been the case. My late ex-wife and I had a 5” thick FBI file (pre digital age) per her supervisor when she was hired to be a reader/aide for a blind woman in the Department of Education around 1990.
Her crime? Was the catalyst for a Congressman raising hell over the conditions and neglect of miscreant airmen in “retraining barracks” at Lowry AFB circa 1965.
Mine? One of three veterans that started a college veteran’s organization taking the Veterans Administration to task over late payments and lost paperwork. We founders dropped out after leaving college but the ad hoc organization once had 3,000 members statewide in Colorado.
In later years the ex and I became founders and officers in the Seattle chapter of the National Autism Association. The Education for All law in Washington State was drafted by three women on our dining room table and my ex worked three years to get it passed.
We were minor, very minor, participants in the political scene.
All these activities put us on different shit lists, something we took pride in.
The above is meant to establish some creditable basis for my rants.
Back to my suggestions, the globalist funded leftist violence of recent years is, IMO, the reason for implementing them. As always, YMMV.
A Facebook post I put up has gathered more responses than anything I’ve ever put up, much to my amazement.
Listening to the furnace starting frequently on the cold night, I am grateful I live in a well built building and can afford my heat bill. Many are not so fortunate. I can remember keeping the thermostat just high enough to keep the plumbing from freezing and the kids wearing sweaters, and even coats, in the house. Hard times.
With over fifty first cousins and many old friends I find Facebook, for all the negatives, a way to keep in touch so I remain.
The other part of the Facebook experience I enjoy is posting things I know will piss off (P)regressives, including my (P)regressive relatives, under the heading of, “Stirring the pot”. Many come from memes taken from your blogs.
The header picture is a Stokermatic. As a teenager, my parents heated our house with one and my chores included servicing it. Five buckets of coal per day on average. My Dad bought the coal directly from a mine ten miles away and I had to unload the truck, one shovelful at a time, into the coal shed.
Recent days have found me traveling down mental paths I’ve rarely traveled. This isn’t something I’m trying to do. Rather, the memories come unbidden and are events from the past I haven’t thought about in years.
An example. Working at a Ford dealership along with some thirty other salespeople was a woman who hated me. Why I didn’t know, and didn’t care, as she was one of many who envied my success. One day my wife had brought me something and this woman cornered her and fed her several lies about my actions with other women (which were strictly business – I was a faithful husband). My wife, rather than immediately confronting me, let these lies fester for weeks before bring them up with me. Why, thirty five years later, do I remember this in detail?
Another trip down memory lane is even older, a trivial event from my Army enlistment. No blood, guts, gore, or even danger and too boring to detail here. Yet, it moved through my mind for a couple of hours.
I haven’t felt like blogging or even commenting on other’s blogs. Please, no mistake, I read each and every one completely even to following links.
Current rants are on Facebook along with memes taken from other bloggers, especially LL. Most rants are just a few lines.
Two ideas about why I’m experiencing these memories have occurred to me.
The first is I’m angry beyond belief about the election and the direction the country is headed. What level is my responsibility for fucking up my grandchildren and great grandchildren’s future?
The second is my mind is putting my affairs in order. Much like I have wills and legal documents waiting for when I shuffle off, maybe there is a need for “mental estate” planning. Weird thought, no?
My health is generally good. Blood pressure is, if anything, on the low side. Under my primary care provider, I’m slowly eliminating or greatly decreasing prescription medications. I walk twice a day, weather permitting, and alcohol consumption is one 8 oz glass of red wine in the evening and 4 oz of Amaretto before bedtime. All my blood test results have my primary care Doc smiling.
So, am I getting ready to check out? I hope not, but I don’t fear it.
If you have come this far, please understand I’m not seeking sympathy. If anything, this is an apology for not being more engaging with other bloggers.
Not much to say as my outrage box is overflowing to the point I’m numb.
Sort of a good news, bad news story.
Good news is that Emperor Polis was forced to back down. Bad news is that the case didn’t reach the Court and a permanent slap of all the (P)regressive assholes put in place.
I’ve yet to see anyone explain how our Emperor has statutory authority to do any of his antics. Thirty days declaration of martial law and calling out the National Guard is all he has, as I understand it.
Monday I had business in the South Park area (Fairplay, CO 9, Hwy 285). There was only 2’ or less snow cover when a normal year there would be 4-6’. Colorado winters in the mountains are judged by how many strands of wire on a four strand barbed wire fence are covered. Normal is three-four. Right now it isn’t even one. Downstream dependents on Colorado originated water best start preparing now for drought. Clear that vegetation (soon to be fire tinder) away from your structures.
I haven’t experienced a day like that in decades. There wasn’t even a wisp of a cloud in sight and the mountains stood out like an abstract painting. What local pilots call, "severe clear". Sorry, no pictures.
Swiped the header meme of a cousin’s Facebook posting. Seems accurate.
And finally, God Bless Texas! The lawsuit against the swing state election results may be our best (and last) hope to prevent a Harris/Biden debacle.
No deterrence is truly a deterrence unless the opponent believe, at any point, the deterrence will be employed.
“We have over 300 million guns”, conservative yell. The Democrats don’t believe we will use them. Until they do, all that is so much dead money and space.
Since it is unlikely large numbers of Democrats will get shot anytime soon, perhaps we need to develop other tactics and strategies.
This isn’t original with me. Other bloggers and political writers have written far better dissertations than you will find on this blog.
May I suggest sabotage of the electric grid? Target the Chevy Chase type neighborhoods in the country, especially suburban Maryland and Virginia. Target, if able, only the upscale neighborhoods. How about the water systems?
You don’t even need many people; just those who already know what they are doing.
Then watch the shit hit the fan.
Since my muse seems to be AWOL I stole a Facebook posting from an old friend (was in High School with her husband) who is a retired Elementary School Principal and a long time rancher. The slippers picture was stolen from Coffypot.
For some 40 years, my car has never been kept in a garage and I've never had a problem with mice getting in my car. For some reason, maybe because of the long fall, I've suddenly had mice decide to move into the trunk of my car. For the last couple of days, I kept finding little nests in the trunk of my car and cleaning them out. Hadn't had any new little nests since I caught two in traps but yester I noticed that the faux fur headband I had set in the back window had a few tell tale signs around it. So Katie Bar the Door!!!. Out came the mask, the gloves, vacuum with car attachment, bleach wipes and Lysol spray. I Lysol sprayed the interior and the trunk and let it set for about an hour. Vacuumed everything in the interior and then popped the trunk. There was no sign of any mice activity there but I vacuumed it anyway. Though I saw a suspicious bulge which might have been a nest under the carpet way in the back of the trunk. I didn't want to break the cover for the spare tire so I pulled it out. There it was, my nice shiny spare and jack all nicely factory installed. I notice some grass seed in the folds of the felt pouch that held the jack, so I took unscrewed the piece that was holding it and set it on the ground. Then I spotted poking out one of the holes in the spare tire rim, a piece of the faux fur from my winter headband. I pulled it a little and out it came with some pink insulation from inside the garage wall. That's when I knew, I had to take out the spare tire. I unscrewed the piece kept the tire in place and pulled it out, and lifted the spare out of the trunk. The mice had filled the spare tire well with nesting material and grass seed. The cleaning frenzy was on with the vacuum and more bleach and Lysol. Once cleaned and triple sterilized, it was time to deal with that suspicious lump. The only problem was that my arms are in proportion with my body and were too short to reach and lift the carpet covering that lump. There was only one thing to do, put the vacuum into the trunk and climb in with it. When you're short, getting into the trunk of a full sized sedan where the front is closer to the ground than the back is like trying to get into the back of a 4-wheel drive pickup. You throw your front half in, wiggle your feet and pull with your hands until the legs and feet are in also. I am happy to report that the suspicious lump under the carpet was some sort of electrical connection and there was no sign of mice under the carpet. That is also when I realized that I would have to turn around and the vacuum was bigger than I thought and definitely hindered my ability to turn around. Did i mention that the vacuum was electric and had a 20 foot cord that I had to make sure I didn't get tangled in? I had to get the vacuum out of the trunk so I could maneuver myself into a position where I could pull myself out of the trunk. I rolled over on my back, gathered the cord and the vacuum and managed to lower the vacuum to the ground by the cord. I considered calling to JIm who was in the house for help but he was at an all day zoom meeting and besides, he was at the other end of the house and the house is so well insulated that you can't hear coyotes in the yard unless the window is open. Then I heard the tractor start out at the machine shed. It was Pat letting the diesel warm up before going feeding. I knew I could yell loud enough to be heard that far, but with an enclosed cab and the tractor running, I also knew I would not be heard. Then I heard the tractor leave. It was up to me to get myself out of this predicament. It took a lot of maneuvering, sort of like a dog circling before laying down , but eventually, I was seated parallel to the trunk opening. I braced myself with my left arm to the top of the trunk, hoping the lid wouldn't slam down on my hands, pulled myself up, threw my right leg over the edge followed by my left leg and rolled out of the trunk, landing on my feet. I now know that if I am ever kidnapped and put in a trunk that I can escape . . . if they give me a half hour or more. One piece of advice; if you ever enter that cavern called your trunk, take water, food, headlamp and your cell phone. Think I'll get a garage cat. Do you think a Bengal Tiger will do the job?