News Roundup

Let’s talk about something interesting.


...yeah, and when pets, joggers or children start getting eaten, then — aargh, I couldn’t be bothered even talking about this foolishness.

On to The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©:


...sounds like an elegant solution to a problem, right there.


...and nobody cares, because CdM is just an excuse for amateurs to wear stupid costumes and drink too much.
#StPatricksDay


...basically, it’s a lab experiment for the U.S., only we’re already doing it bigger and better.

News from The Pulpit:


...and the AP (of course) thinks that this is a Bad Thing.

Then you have what the Catholics would call “the heathens”:


...but if it’s not to Allah, then one of those faiths is gonna kill you, of course.  And speaking of foolishness:


what the hell, they’ve allowed Commies into their clergy, why not the freakos too?  And the final nail in the coffin:


...plans?  I thought that program was pretty much in place already.

And speaking of evil teachers…

In the Dept. of Education:


...gets around, doesn’t she?

Some Pre-Insignifica:


...keyword:  Floriduh.


...when it works on Harvey Weinstein, then she can make that claimUnless, of course, she’s managed to combine the smell of money with the taste of chocolate, in which case all bets are off.


...basically, it’s a Train Smash trifecta:  dubious hairstyle choice, intoxication and a cigarette.

And in even more 

 


...actually, having the Sun King’s genes splashing around in her DNA pool probably explains a great deal about her.

And in the Who She? Dept.:


...bikini by Shein, lips by Michelin.

And that’s the news.

Not Hotel Fucking California

Via Insty, I see this little story:

Hundreds of California cops are fleeing to Texas to escape ‘soft-on-crime’ policies they say have made their jobs ‘pointless’, DailyMail.com can reveal.

Rank-and-file officers up to department chiefs have hit out at state legislators, claiming a succession of ‘anti-law enforcement’ policies have made their work impossible.

Overworked and unsupported, they have instead taken up jobs in Texas and other states that are seen as tough on crime.

Well, if we’re going to have ANY Californians come over here, it might as well be cops…

…as long as they leave their California-law-enforcement attitudes towards guns behind them and act like, say, a country Texas cop from Bastrop, Mineral Wells or somewhere like that, where things like this aren’t eeeeevil.

 

Otherwise, they can just carry on through Texas and head up north to Illinois.  Oh wait, that’s what they’re trying to get away from.

So come on over, folks, and have some Texas BBQ.  Just behave yourselves, and we’ll get on just fine.


Update:  I see that TxGov Abbott has also got into the spirit of the thing.

RFI: Post Topics

Okay, I admit it:  I am thoroughly bereft of ideas for blog posts of any meaning or consequence for tomorrow’s offering.

Of course, there’s always a Gun Pic, or a Random Totty, or a Beautiful Old Car, or any combination thereof.  (e.g. some young / older totty carrying a gun standing next to a car.)

But a topic worth discussion?  Nada, bupkes, bugger all.  I got, as the saying goes, nothing.

Not interested in Trump trials, 2024 elections, pro-Palestinian bullshit, none of what passes for news nowadays.  Government shenanigans occasionally attract my curiosity, but all I want to do is hang all of them, almost without exception, and how many times can I write about that?

And I cannot be bothered to do anything about sports, because the EPL season is drawing to a close and the F1 season is even less interesting than usual — and anyway, both topics are regarded by my Loyal Readers as equivalent to having me deliver ball-by-ball commentary on a minor golf tournament, during a rainstorm.

I mean, WTF?

So unusually, I’m calling on you, my Readers, to give me some topic(s) you’d like me to talk about.  If I get anything interesting before 6pm Central Whatever Time today, I’ll try to do something about it before midnight.

Otherwise, I’ll be forced to resort to pics of nude women, or guns, or nude women holding guns, or… you get the idea.

In Comments or by email, please.

Primary & Backup

As Longtime Readers (and even a few casuals) will know, my primary carry piece is a Springfield 1911 in, of course, .45 ACP:

…and my backup piece a S&W 637 in .38 Special:

However, I recently acquired (through inheritance, don’t ask) a very battered Colt 1911, not anywhere near in the condition as pictured, but which puts all my 175gr .45 ACP boolets into a half-palm-sized group at 25 feet:

…and I had an evil thought.

Imagine being asked:

“What’s your primary carry piece?”
“A 1911.”
“And your backup piece?”
“Also a 1911.”

Hey, as the saying goes, “Two is one and one is none”… right?

And because the four spare CMC mags can do duty for both guns, I wouldn’t have to carry those bulky lil’ .38 speedloaders either.

Yeah, I know: “But but but… two 1911s are heavy, Kim!” 

I just lost over 40 lbs, so another 1lb or so of gun weight isn’t going to hurt me at all.  And besides, if that skinny old fart Clint Smith can carry two 1911s, then so can I.

Ripoff?

Let’s say you went into a little seaside diner feeling peckish, and saw that they had a menu item that read:  “2 slices of buttered toast”.

Sounds okay, yes?  (I’m going with “normal-person peckish” and not “American peckish” which would apparently require the entire loaf to satisfy that hunger pang.)

Then you see the price:  $5.00 for the two slices of buttered toast.

Ripoff?  Let’s analyze the thing.

I’m going to give the diner the benefit of the doubt here, and allow their claim that this isn’t Wonderbread and store-label butter, but a “premium” offering.  I’m also, for the purpose of the analysis, going to allow that they purchased the ingredients thereof at retail prices (they didn’t).

Our diner, by the way, would be located in the equivalent of coastal Florida, up in the Redneck Riviera.

So using my local gourmet store (Central Market) as a price guide, let’s look at the thing:

Let’s see what the unit cost is.  Assuming you’re doing thick-ish (e.g. “not-quite-Texan”) slice size, you’re going to get about 16 slices out of that loaf, assuming that we discard the ends, of course.  So: $5 / 16 = 31.25 cents ($0.3125) per slice; or 62.5 cents in total for the two.

Now the butter:  even assuming you slather the butter on like I typically do, you’re still going to use about 1/32oz per slice, ergo ending up with (8x 32 = 256;  398 / 256 = about 1.5 cents per slice or 3 cents for the menu item.

Total “cost”:  (31.25 + 1.5) x 2 = 65.5 cents ($0.655) for the two slices of buttered toast.

Now for the tricky bit.

Restaurants, from back when I still managed one, typically have had to mark up “cost” by 600% just to break even.  (Don’t even get me started on whether that’s the case in NYfC or Califuckingfornia:  it isn’t.)  This takes into account fixed overhead like salaries, supplies & equipment, utilities, real estate and so on (i.e. what it costs your diner each day before you get a single customer in the door).

So the extended cost of that 2-slice item works out to (errr carry the six) $3.93, before adding a single penny for gross profit. (And just so we’re clear:  $5 from $3.93 represents about 27% gross profit — I know, don’t make me laugh.)

Is $5, therefore, a total ripoff?

Not from where I stand, and this kind of analysis explains why you have to take your bank manager along to 5 Guys every time you visit them to get you and your wife a burger.

Here’s the article that prompted this post.

And Fuck Joe Biden, because about three years ago that $5 loaf of bread at Central Market used to cost $2.85, and the $4 butter about $2.75 (because I keep track of this kind of thing, even though the Gummint would prefer that I forget that the chocolate ration used to be 5 grams and not three).

[/Orwell]

When You’ve Lost The Dutch

Dutch people, as a rule, are famously tolerant and generally speaking, a decent lot (except when occupied by Nazi Germany).

So when the Dutchies use bulldozers and batons to clear out a terrorsymp encampment, you have to know that your cause may be in trouble.

And if the above two links didn’t elicit at least a grim smile from you, we can’t be friends.

My suggestion for riot control, as always, is a little stronger than bulldozers and batons: