From some smart guy, talking about government and lockdown enforcement:
“Things aren’t getting worse, they are getting obvious.”
Month: May 2020
The Real Redress
So Gen. Michael Flynn has had the nonsensical case against him dropped because the lying cocksuckers at the FBI tried to frame and railroad him with a bullshit charge, and the new heads at the DOJ decided to give up a lost cause. (Side note: it’s now time to remove the criminality of lying to a federal agent, or else extend the same criminality and punishments to the federal agent lying to you.)
The problem is that an innocent man has been bankrupted trying to defend himself against this blatant banana-republic connivance, and still stands under a cloud for no good reason, and the question remains: how do we compensate Flynn for the harm to his reputation and for his financial harm? There could be a lawsuit filed, but we all know that’s utter bullshit, he’ll get (if anything) pennies to the dollar and his lawyers will go away rich. Trump’s muttering about a heavy price, but color me dubious.
Nor, I think, will James Comey, Strzok and their little band of merry men suffer any real distress for their own lawlessness — and if you think they will, I have a cute little bridge in Manhattan to sell you. Actually, I’d rather sell you this.
I think POTUS should appoint Michael Flynn as head of the FBI, effective immediately. And I want POTUS to tell Congress to appropriate a “director’s signing bonus” for Flynn equal to the amount he lost while struggling to defend himself against these sniveling assholes.
And Flynn should get a real fire-breathing set of deputies and assistants extending down the top four layers of FBI management across all their divisions, so that they can start a serious and thorough investigation into not just what happened to Flynn, but to everyone subjected to the same treatment over the past… say, twelve years.
Some good things would come of this.
For one thing, there will be mass resignations at the FBI as the rats will scatter to save their own skins, which is a good thing. The fewer of these vermin in the once-proud agency, the better.
The next good thing is that the investigations I’ve suggested will pretty much paralyze the FBI for a good couple years, tying them up with endless paperwork and such, with all sorts of people looking over their shoulders, second-guessing themselves and generally being too frightened to go to the can without three levels of authorization. The busier they are with this, the less time they’d have to perpetrate similar mischief on others.
The third thing, and the best of the lot, is an old-fashioned word: revenge. I want Flynn to flay these assholes from stem to stern, laying about him with vim and vigor, fucking up their lives as much as they fucked with his — just because he can.
And POTUS should announce that as a matter of policy, Flynn’s enemies shouldn’t bother filing lawsuits against his actions because he’ll just issue pardon after pardon, basically as redress for Flynn’s hardships suffered these past three or so years.
I’m looking for some Old Testament-style retribution here, because reasons.
Feel free to argue with me, but I have to tell you, you’d better be good because I’m in a particularly vengeful mood at the moment. However, if you have ideas to make things even worse for these FBI pricks, legally speaking, I’m all ears.
News Roundup
Short and sweet, like Ariel Winter.
…which rather makes nonsense of the poll results below:
…to which I ask: WHICH Americans? Did they poll only the Harvard faculty lounge?
…given how much the Chinese hate Blacks, that’s probably a design feature of the Chinkvirus, not a flaw.
…guess their jobs weren’t as “essential” as they thought. Let’s hope it’s a trend.
..whereby you don’t have to stay at home to have sex with yer girlfriend.
…and yet, we’re the bad guys for doing stuff like this:
…damn, but this is taking a long time.
…and even though this particular incident was in Britishland, it’s a left-wing ploy everywhere. Which is why we’re not surprised by:
…because it’s easier to hijack a mass mailing and forge different votes than to do all that tedious cemetery work to find new voters.
…this guy is a bigger ginger pussy than his aunt Sarah Ferguson ever was.
Caption Competition #125
Your entries [sic] in Comments.
Quote Of The Day
From the study proving that Neil Ferguson’s Chinkvirus model contained flawed methodology (to say the least) comes this conclusion:
“On a personal level, I’d go further and suggest that all academic epidemiology be defunded. This sort of work is best done by the insurance sector. Insurers employ modellers and data scientists, but also employ managers whose job is to decide whether a model is accurate enough for real world usage and professional software engineers to ensure model software is properly tested, understandable and so on. Academic efforts don’t have these people, and the results speak for themselves.”
Hell, considering what’s come out of academia in terms of climate modeling as well as this latest fiasco, I’d prefer to have bookies produce the models, rather than universities.
And this is why charlatans like the Hockey-Stick guy (of global warming infamy) steadfastly refuse to release their code — they know it’ll fall over under the slightest scrutiny.
Had I ever tried to get this bullshit past my clients back in the day when I was involved in this kind of thing, I’d have been fired on my ass and my business cred utterly demolished. These pricks deserve no less.
Pleasant Surprises
I find Ricky Gervais’s comedy routines like a multi-layer cake made up of strawberry layers with the occasional Marmite layer mixed in: some parts are wonderful, and others make you squinch your mouth up like you just bit into a lemon.
But his BBC-TV series After Life (Netflix) is excellent, without reservation. It is also amazingly funny: at times dark and thought-provoking, and other times laugh-out-loud hilarious. (That is, the first two seasons were brilliant; but he’s just announced a third, in which he may jump the shark as these things so often do, or he may just have played out the premise, which is most often the case.) A lot of people are annoyed by Gervais’s delivery and (sometimes) subject matter, but he’s probably the best comic writer extant so I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.
The next pleasant surprise has been the BBC teen love story Normal People (Hulu), even though it’s occasionally incomprehensible because of 
and often-impenetrable Irish slang and accents. Needless to say, I am not in the target demographic (still less psychographic) of the teen-angst genre (to put it mildly), but this show is lovely: measured pacing, several relevant sub-plots, and sympathetic camera work. I haven’t finished it yet, and I can’t wait to see the rest.
Speaking of dubious extra seasons, I see that Killing Eve (which I’ve really enjoyed so far) is in its third — which, although I haven’t seen, I’m kinda pre-judging because I thought the final episode of the second season was a perfect ending for the show. But no… Bobby’s going to come out of the shower and the thing will continue. If I’m proved wrong, I’ll say so, but the odds are not good.
I am of the firm opinion that unless a show is completely episodic with no overarching storyline, it should end after its second season, almost without exception. Even the incredible Hill Street Blues (in my opinion, the greatest TV show ever made) got tired after its third season, and most other shows have to go on life support after two, because they’re only average.
But the above three offerings — Brit shows all — are good, despite my initial suspicion and misgivings. If you haven’t already done so, give them a shot.