Spent the day helping a buddy rip out carpet and lay down flooring. Fuck me, I'm old. I'm not "getting old" I'm fucking arrived.
Friday, February 17, 2023
I haven't said anything about it because quite honestly, every time more news comes up it just gets worse.
Animals are dying, fish are dying, there's chemicals in the waterways that the Feds won't admit to, and Drooling Joe's puppet masters just denied East Palestine the federal assistance that the governor of Ohio has been begging for.
Every single person involved in this man-made disaster should be hung up by their toes and whipped. That includes Mayor Pete Buttplug, the pathetically incompetent ass-clown who was made Secretary of Transportation simply because he was gay and then managed to screw up every single issue dealing with transportation.
Diversity hires suck, folks.
Pray for the people in Ohio, and for everyone who's under the 200 mile diameter cloud of toxic chemicals. You think that shit ain't going to come down and contaminate farmland? Please. You're going to see cancers in ten to fifteen years that can be directly linked to this shit. That's assuming some other side effect of the toxic chemcials doesn't kill them first.
Oh, and trust me when I say that this CAN happen to you. There's not a single part of this country that doesn't have train rails going through it.
Oh, and you can bet that if this shit happened in a county that voted for Drooling Joe, they would have gotten the funds. You fucking KNOW it.
The wife and I were talking yesterday, and I don't know how the subject came up, but we started talking about my time in Basic Training. I hit Ft. McClellan in October of 1995. There's always going to be some conflict when you get people from all over the country together and put them into a stressful environment. But there are some assholes who just make it worse.
That was PVT Griffin.
Griffin was a loud-mouthed skinny black kid from some southern state. I never cared enough about him to find out which one. Griffin made sure that everybody knew his dad was a Master Sergeant in the Army. That was non-stop babble from him for at least a week. He loved to talk about himself. He loved to trash talk. Now here I was, a skinny white kid with BCGs that could be used as a hand-to-hand weapon, and naturally Griffin wanted to talk trash.
I don't do that. It's just not in my nature. So I shrugged him off, which got under his skin. He wanted a reaction. He wanted me to get mad, and I didn't. I had other shit to deal with, right? Basic Training, man! If he wasn't in my platoon I wouldn't have even known who the hell he was because he just wasn't all that smart or all that good.
But after a while, I started to find ways to make him pay for his loud mouth.
The first time was wind sprints. I was a sprinter in high school. 100 meter hurdles, and every now and then I would do the 100m dash if they needed some bodies. Griffin is talking shit as usual, and I make sure that I'm in the same group as he is. And I make sure I'm side by side with him. I traded places with other recruits just to make sure that every time he runs, I'm running right next to him. We get up to the line, and I get down in a four point stance, which of course made the usual idiots hoot and laugh. Drill Sergeant said "Go!"
I smoked his ass. It wasn't even close. He had no shot to even keep up. And I made DAMN SURE he knew it all the way back to the start. I was five inches from his ear tossing back every bit of crap he'd ever said to me, and I was doing it at full volume while making sure he understood that I was better than him. Got back in line. His line was a bit longer, so I traded places with the guy behind me to ensure that I raced against Griffin again. Which got some whining and complaining from the usual suspects, but fuck 'em. Got up to the line, got into my stance, and I smoked his ass again. And once again I was in his ear the entire way back to the start. I did this two or three more times before I finally relented, and I asked if there was anyone who might actually give me a challenge.
Honestly, that was the first time my platoon had seen me go off like that. They didn't know what the hell to do. The Drill Sergeants just let it happen. Maybe they were as tired of Griffin's shit as I was.
The second time, Griffin was bragging about his wrestling skills. Seems he wrestled in high school. Cool. So did I. I finally got tired of listening to him talk about himself and I walked over and said "I'll bet you can't pin me." His eyes lit up, because of course he was the hero of every story in his own mind. We set a time limit of two minutes, squared up, and I let him come at me. I just turtled up. I didn't try to do anything, I just laid there and made sure he couldn't get a grip on me. At one point I looked up at his buddy who was clearly clueless and wondering why his pal couldn't flip me over, and I just rolled my eyes. Once the two minutes were up, I got up and laughed in Griffin's face. He was full of excuses about why he couldn't pin me, making excuses is what Griffin did best. And every time Griffin started to brag about his physical prowess, I just asked him if he could pin me in two minutes.
And the last time... remember Griffin bragging about his dad being a Master Sergeant? That irritated me, because he was trying to use his dad's rank in order to impress people. And some of the suckers fell for it.
My father is a Lieutenant Colonel, and I didn't tell anybody. Not a soul. Because that's HIS rank, not mine. I was a Private, and I wasn't about to use my dad's rank for a damn thing.
So we're getting ready for graduation. The Drill Sergeants ask if there will be any VIPs coming. He then defined VIP as O-5 or above, or Sergeant Major. Well hell, Lieutenant Colonel is O-5. So I raise my hand. And every head in my platoon turns to look at me. Again, I hadn't said shit about my dad. Nobody knew who he was. Drill Sergeant asks who the VIP is. I tell him my father. What rank, the DS asks. "DRILL SERGEANT, LIEUTENANT COLONEL, DRILL SERGEANT!"
Griffin just about shit himself out of jealousy. And he didn't speak one word to me from that time on.
Anyways, just random shit that pulls itself out of my memory banks from time to time. I never saw anybody from my Basic Training class ever again, and I was fine with that. I had bigger and better things to worry about.
Thursday, February 16, 2023
Wednesday, February 15, 2023
Tuesday, February 14, 2023
Apparently there's a lot of you who think it's a load of bullshit. And I won't argue the point. Let me quote from the linked article here.
That many on the right are convinced Biden wanted war with Russia suggests that the ruling party’s efforts to pollute the U.S. information ecosystem through serial propaganda operations is not just turning their base into mindless zombies but is also affecting the opposition. When everything the media prints is fake news to serve an oligarchic regime, and a censorship consortium consisting of the press, Big Tech, and U.S. spy services calls facts “disinformation,” it’s hard to keep things straight in a labyrinth of lies.
I think that's about the best summation of all of this crap that I can give right now. Could the pipeline have gone kablooey like Lawdog suggested? Yep. Could it have been blown up by an administration who has seen Putin as their very own personal boogyman while fumble-fucking every last diplomatic issue into a raging dumpster fire?
Yep. That's an option.
There is indeed a scandal that involves Biden and Russian pipelines, but it’s not the one Seymour Hersh wrote about. It’s simply this: a venal and careless old man was so obsessed with undoing his predecessor’s work that he greenlighted a war in Europe with consequences that are likely to impact how Americans live for years to come.
Can't wait for the truth to come out.
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The whole transgender movement is demonic in nature. They're sterilizing kids. They're butchering kids, mutilating their genitalia, all in the name of "helping" when there's not a single piece of real research that shows all of this surgery and harm does a damn thing for them.
Johns Hopkins hospital, the people who pioneered gender reassignment surgery, has stopped doing the surgery because they can't find any kind of evidence that it helps the patient. The suicide rate remains the same for pre and post-operation patients.
Gender dysphoria is a mental illness. You do not treat a mental illness by chopping off a boy's penis or cutting off a girls breasts. But that's what modern society is demanding these days, all while also demanding that you play along in their demonic games. And the kids are the ones who are going to suffer.
I don't know what to do when society takes the most vulnerable and destroys them like they do. These kids have issues, but instead of treating the issues and getting them help, they're throwing the kids into the Tranny cult and butchering their bodies.
Monday, February 13, 2023
Now, newly released documents sent to a Tennessee state board as part of the decertification process for the five former officers confirm that Demetrius Hall did indeed photograph Nichols after the beating, and he sent the images to at least six people, including “one female acquaintance.”
Apparently Tyre Nichols was dating the ex of one of the cops. I don't know why that would cause the cops to lay a beat-down on him, but I'm just going to say that feral humans do feral shit. I can't explain 90% of what goes on in urban cities, especially in areas with a high percentage of diversity.
I've worked with black Soldiers, both as subordinates and superiors. I have black friends. And almost to a man, every single one of them is happy to have left where they grew up. The only exception is a friend who grew up in rural Mississippi. And one common theme among them is that when they go back home to visit family, the people in that area are hostile to them because they aren't "really black", whatever the hell that means. I guess it means that they're not some dope-smoking lazy thug with an attitude.
Or a Memphis cop.
Anyways, avoid the cities if you can and buy more ammo.