On Truth & Disbelief

 

On Receipts & Trash; Rolling Up & Ready to Rumble

 

On Blue Smoke & Fired

 

On Flames & Blame

 

A Conservative is a Lefty who's just been mugged

You may not have seen this particular little drama, but it ranks up there with Zippy and Joe the Plumber. It's starting to make the rounds, as it's quite the little slice of life.

You all remember those moments when Brandon would take an accusatory tone toward Fake News when they asked him a real question.

C'mon, man, gimme a break.

This is better. True ambush journalism, only it's the people, one woman, ambushing one of the sleazier politicos of our time. He thought he was Emperor of California. And his reaction is classic Lurch, of the "Do you know who I am" mantra, when one of the peons defied him. Only she is having none of it.

And why not? She's just lost her home, her santum sanctorum, the place where she made love to her husband, raised her kids, spent Christmases, watched the years pass with a sweet sadness, where she would spend her final days. And now it's gone.

And she's mad as Hell and somebody's going to pay.

The story goes, in the middle of WWII, the SS announced that the Jewish husbands of Gentile women would be sent to concentration camps. Word got out and said Gentile women showed up at SS HQ in Berlin to protest. 

En masse. 

Hitler's war had already taken their fathers, brothers, uncles, and probably more than a few sons. This was the last straw.

As you might imagine, the policy was dropped.

This is the same thing. This is the sound of rebellion. This is why Trump won.

On Then & Now

 

The Branco cartoon above on "What if...?" was published 8 years ago, at the start of 2016, after Trump defeated Hillary to enter his first term in office as President.  After all that's transpired since then, with Trump now on the verge of his second inauguration and Biden and his team in their final hours of salting and medaling/meddling where they still can, we're reach a point where purpose and difference can clearly be seen to matter.   

On Sold Out, Poised to Cut & Theater of the Absurd

 

"Michigan is poised to cut down hundreds of acres of forest in order to make space for a solar panel development, MLive reported Thursday.

The state will soon start competitive bidding on approximately 420 acres of forested land near Gaylord, Michigan, to clear space for a solar farm while generating revenue and advancing the state’s long-term green energy targets, according to MLive. There is some evidence suggesting that such a move would actually increase emissions, and Michigan is one of the least-sunny states in the country, according to analysis conducted by The Washington Post.

'This is pretty amazing. Michigan is not like California, it’s not like the sun is always shining there,' Dan Kish, a senior research fellow at the Institute for Energy Research, told the Daily Caller News Foundation. 'This is the theater of the absurd, and it’s all driven by tax credits and giveaways from the federal and state government, and by mandates that the governor there has implemented.'"

"In Michigan, Democratic lawmakers last year passed legislation requiring utilities to achieve 100% clean energy by 2040. To meet that mandate, Michigan may need to devote another 209,000 acres to wind and solar energy."

It's not like Michigan's forests haven't been leveled before for the sake of profit. (Michigan lumber was used to rebuild Chicago after the Great Fire.) This time it's happening in the name of another kind of green, the behind the scenes money made from saving the earth by misusing and destroying its natural systems for profit. 

On Unaware & Figuring it Out

 

On “Decency. Decency. Decency.” & “Everybody deserves a shot, everybody."

 

We Can't Get Rid Of This Crowd Soon Enough

Real fast. The cybertruck from Vegas was a pretty well-made vehicle. It contained the force of the explosion. The FIB says a SF sergeant done it.

Wouldn't a Special Forces Master Sergeant know that particular type of truck would make a lousy IED?

Here's an intriguing theory on the subject. 

I note somebody's trying to link him to the looney from NOLA because both were at Fort Bragg. Bragg is home to the 82nd Airborne and XVIII Airborne Corps, HQ of Special Forces and SOCOM, 3rd Special Forces Group, 4th Psychological Operations Group, 8th Psychological Operations Group, 95th Civil Affairs Brigade, and 528th Sustainment Brigade.

You make the call.

UPDATE

This, may explain some of this.

Fellow service members, veterans, and all Americans, TIME TO WAKE UP! We are being led by weak and feckless leadership who only serve to enrich themselves. We are the United States of America, the best country and people to ever exist. But right now, we are terminally ill and headed towards collapse. This was not a terrorist attack; it is a wake-up call. Americans only pay attention to spectacles and violence. What better way to get my point across than a stunt with fireworks and explosives? Why did I personally do it now? I need to cleanse my mind of the brothers I’ve lost and relieve myself of the burden of the lives I took.

It's perhaps salient to note this was released by the Vegas cops, not the FIB.

On Truth & Old Lying Denials

 

"The trainwreck of the last four years was force-multiplied by Biden’s own feebleness, masked by the most scandalous media-politico conspiracy of suppression of it in US history. But now there is a giddy sense that restoration and normalization are not just possible but on the horizon. The truth now is set free, and it smothers the old lying denials about the origins of COVID, about the truth of diversity/equity/inclusion, about the naked greed of the Biden family syndicate, about the dementia of Joe, about the chauvinism of three sexes, and about the joy and momentum of the fracking, gun-toting, MacDonald’s veteran."

Quote by Victor Davis Hanson, from The National NIghtmare is Ending.

On Dwindling, Dereliction & Resting in Peace

 

On Driving the Truck & Waving from the Window

 

A light in the darkness

When I was about 8 or so, my dad had a heart attack. Not his first, but serious enough for my aunt and grandma to come down from North Jersey. Dad and I never really got along; it was just one of those things. He always wanted me to be like him. I was always going my own way. A lot of friction over the years. Toss in the fact he was a drunk and life wasn't good a lot of the time.

I really didn't get the whole in the hospital thing. I saw the little dixie cups they used to give pills in and thought it was kind of cool, but mostly the hospital was a big, cold place where you just laid there being sick.

Since I was in school, we didn't go see him every day although having my aunt and grandma there meant we ate out a lot more. That I really liked.

Come Christmas Eve, Mom decided to go see Dad once more - me, my sister, my aunt and grandma. I never really knew how well he was doing, but, at that time, it seemed he wasn't doing too well and everybody was down.

After we left the hospital, Mom drove around a little, looking at all the lights, I guess trying to lighten the mood.

It was when we got home that things changed. My Uncle Bill and Uncle Alec had not only set up the trains (we had a modest set), but they really went to town. They'd set up some 4 x 8 plywood boards so the train ran around behind the Christmas tree. Somebody had added to our rolling stock with one of those boxcars where the man came out when you pushed the button and a searchlight car and one of those little tunnels that lit up when the train ran through.

I forget exactly when Mom mentioned my uncles had done this while we were out, but I was mightily impressed and, for your typically goofy 8 year old, the sight of that searchlight twirling around lit up the gloom for everybody and I got the reality of what had happened.

Nobody made them do that. They did it out of the goodness of their hearts. I go a little overboard at Christmas because it's a way of remembering what happened. Blondie gets a little depressed at Christmas because her son died before he was 1 and she never got to see him grow up and do all those kid things, so I do the tree every year. Yeah, she has to be dragged kicking and screaming into it, but once there, she's always glad it's been done.

I've never forgotten how that light turned everything around that year and how somebody's effort, not what they bought, made things better. Sentimental slob that I am, I've always seen the importance of effort. The Blonde was so surprised that I remembered the things she wanted.

It's nice to be the light. Any time of year.