About Damn Time, Too

My boy Calvin Coolidge gets recognized.  By word:

“New arrivals should be limited to our capacity to absorb them into the ranks of good citizenship. America must be kept American. For this purpose, it is necessary to continue a policy of restricted immigration.
“Whether one traces his Americanism back three centuries to the Mayflower, or three years of the steerage, is not half so important as whether his Americanism of to-day is real and genuine. No matter by what various crafts we came here, we are all now in the same boat.”

And by deed:

Under Coolidge, the top income tax rate of 65% under Wilson was eventually cut to 20%. The stock market began its unprecedented ‘roaring 20s’ climb as it became clear through 1924 that Coolidge’s tax reduction bill would pass. In both his first and last year in office, federal receipts were $3.8 billion and expenditures were $3.1 billion, and in between, he cut the national debt from $22.3 billion to $16.9 billion.

Do we ever need him today.  Kudos to Ron DeSantis for bringing him back into the limelight.

Monday Funnies

So let’s get on with the perving…

 

There are a few spouses that aren’t all bad.  Here’s Mrs. Ryan Reynolds:

…Mrs. George Clooney:

Mrs. Michael Douglas:

…and lastly, Mrs. Christian Horner:

And that’s all for today’s show.  Get on with it.

No Common Sense

I’ve been following this situation for a while, in a more-or-less disinterested fashion — “disinterested” because I don’t really need much more proof that the FBI as it stands is a corrupt and immoral organization that needs to be disbanded and rebuilt from the ground up minus every single senior manager.

The FBI agents who drafted a memo proposing targeting “radical-traditionalist Catholic” ideology admitted to relying on politically biased sources of information when drafting the memo, according to a new House report.

Here’s my thought:  where is the common sense among the agents who, when told to investigate Catholics as a “radical-traditionalist” group, didn’t say to their superiors, “Look, this is really fucking stupid.  Of course some Catholics are radical traditionalists;  but it’s idiotic to think that these people are a danger to society comparable to, say, radical Islamists.”

I’m not talking about the rank-and-file agents, here;  I’m talking about their mid-level managers who were obviously given the job by their superiors, and who have a duty to question obviously-ridiculous directives.

Or has the FBI been so thoroughly corrupted and “weaponized” to the extent that all of them truly believe in the Justice Department’s ideological pursuit of anyone who might be in disagreement with The Narrative?

And has the FBI become like the military, where one cannot question orders but simply must comply with them?  (Yeah, I know, but most organizations either don’t remember that the “Nuremberg defense” was completely denied, or think that it doesn’t apply to them.)

You know, at some point it becomes obvious that people like myself (not even a Catholic) can become disenchanted with government and specific government agencies like the FBI, and therefore become de facto  enemies of said agencies.

The problem is that when these agencies start acting like the Soviet NKVD or German Gestapo, of course they’re going to create enemies of people like me.

Which, frighteningly, may be the whole point of their activity:  like whipping a dog until it becomes vicious, then using that very viciousness as justification for its destruction.

Bastards.

Common Sense

Finally, some good news:

Double child killer Colin Pitchfork was turned down for parole after it emerged he had been loitering in forests and parks and had approached lone women during his first brief spell of freedom, MailOnline can reveal.

The 63-year-old monster, who raped and murdered 15-year-old schoolgirls Lynda Mann and Dawn Ashworth in the 1980s, lasted barely three months before being recalled to jail in September 2021.

I read a book about this bastard (published shortly after his trial), which described the hunt for the murderer of the two girls.  The way the cops were able to identify him was through his blood type and enzyme pattern (not DNA;  that wasn’t in use back then), which was apparently only held by a tiny percentage of the UK population.  So the cops simply made all the male residents of the villages surrounding the murder site come in and give a blood sample, figuring (correctly) that they could at least be able to create a list of suspects and then narrow that down to one man based on the usual methods (alibi, age, opportunity etc.).  Pitchfork was able to avoid coming in for a long time, and even tried to get a couple of his friends to take the test for him.  But eventually they got him and, faced with the forensic evidence, he was tossed in jail.

There is no doubt of his guilt, and there is no doubt that this sick fucker, in his sixties, is still a clear danger to young girls.  If ever there was a poster boy for the death penalty, Pitchfork is it.

So I’m glad that the parole board has finally come to its senses and denied his release.

In Kim’s world, if he were to be released he’d be met outside the prison gates by a group of angry citizens and dragged to the nearest lamp post for a quick hanging, but no doubt some might have a problem with this eminently reasonable outcome.