Chopped Liver

I see that POTUS has made his nomination for the position of U.S. Ambassador to South Africa:  Brent Bozell.

Now just one cotton-pickin’ minute here, Boss.

I have long been an admirer of the redoubtable Brent, who did such sterling work during the Dark Times (circa the various Obama Administrations), but nowhere in his curriculum vitae  have I seen any experience in terms of Africa in general, and South Africa in particular.

I’m sure his intentions are good, mind you, but I think the U.S. is going to need someone with better credentials than Bozell’s to deal with this bunch of “former” terrorists in proper fashion.

I would therefore ask the Senate to vote Bozell down, and force POTUS to nominate someone more experienced.  But who?

Well, I have family there, still have extensive business contacts as well, and even met the current Prime Minister some time back.  Furthermore, my loathing for apartheid should provide all the credentials that  this bunch of homicidal Marxist thugs  the South African government might require.

And the Ambassador’s residence / U.S. Embassy happen to be located in a very pretty part of the country, too.

I wouldn’t be too worried about my personal safety, either.  Quite apart from my [ahem]  own resources, I’m pretty sure that the USMC would be up to the task.

Just a thought.

Be Still, My Beating Heart

From the Trump Administration:

Attorney General Pam Bondi warned against committing acts of vandalism or terrorism against Tesla products or other Elon Musk-owned properties.

Bondi said those committing those acts would face the full brunt of federal law enforcement without the possibility of plea agreements.

That thumping noise you hear is that of my heart, having burst right out of my ribcage, doing a

around the house.

Friendlier Shores

I see that the Henry Repeating Arms Company has decided to move its 100% Made In America operation out of the  gun-hating state of New Jersey to the friendlier boundaries of Wisconsin.

Considering that Wisconsin is a super-prime target market for their lever-action rifles — all that deep-woods hunting, oh my — this should come as no surprise to anyone.  (I’m kinda curious as to why not Pennsylvania, but they doubtless have good reasons for the Midwest destination.)

The only question that I — and every American gun owner — would have is:  What the hell took you so long?

There are not that many, if any, gun manufacturers from which I could buy pretty much all the guns in their catalogue without regret, but Henry is definitely one.

I don’t care if the technology is old-fashioned and dated — what the hell, so am I — but this is one rifle I’ve never owned, but should have.

A Good Death

I was chatting to a close and dear friend, who told me of the death of one of her closest friends.

Apparently this guy had been a surgeon, who’d retired when he could no longer do it.  Since then, he’d devoted himself to doing what he loved:  fishing and hunting wild boar in Europe.

Seems as though he’d been doing the latter fun stuff in the Lower Pyrenees, an area renowned for its matchless rural scenery:  high cliffs, deep ravines, sparkling streams of ice-cold water, you get the picture.

Anyway, he’d just shot a huge boar and using his cell phone, called his friends over on the next ridge to tell them this, but added that he wasn’t feeling too well.  When his friends finally got there, they found him sprawled next to the boar, dead of a massive and unforeseen heart attack.  He was in his mid-seventies.

Of course, my friend was all torn up over this death of a good friend, but let’s just think about this for a moment.

After a long, successful life, a man dies amidst gorgeous scenery, doing something he loved,  something very manly withal — having just dispatched a massive, dangerous boar — and his own death was likewise quick and probably reasonably painless.

Is there anyone reading this who isn’t the teeniest bit envious of Our Aged, Intrepid Hunter?

Quote Of The Day

From Ward Clark, talking about POTUS’s latest effort to clean up the voting process and the reaction of ILGov Fatboi Pritzker thereto:

“No Democrat, anywhere, objects to someone being required to not only show ID but also to undergo a background check to buy a firearm.  But to show an ID to verify citizenship for voter registration, or to actually vote, it seems, is a bridge too far.”

Of course.  And the Socialists have to have illegal voters and fraudulent ballots in the process because most sane Americans — U.S. citizens — think that Democrats are a bunch of loonies and would rather vote for a dead skunk than a Democrat and their insane, unnatural and unworkable policies.  (I read somewhere that some Democrat pollster discovered that if all registered voters in the country had been forced to go to the 2024 polls at gunpoint, Trump would have won the popular vote not by 1.7% but by over 5%.  No wonder they’re panicking.)

But you all knew that.

And About Damn Time, Too

Getting our act together:

President Donald Trump’s administration is eliminating taxpayer-funded housing program benefits going to illegal aliens.

This week, Department of Housing and Urban Development (HUD) Secretary Scott Turner and Department of Homeland Security (DHS) Secretary Kristi Noem announced the “American Housing Programs for American Citizens” memorandum which will prevent taxpayer money from being used to aid illegal aliens.

“American tax dollars should be used for the benefit of American citizens, especially when it comes to an issue as pressing as our nation’s housing crisis,” Turner said in a statement:

This new agreement will leverage resources, including technology and personnel, to ensure the American people are the only priority when it comes to public housing. We will continue to work closely with DHS to maximize our resources and put American citizens first.

Yup.

  • For illegal aliens:  tent cities and return tickets;
  • U.S. citizens in truly parlous circumstances:  subsidized housing.

Taxpayer money for our own, not for strangers.