Author: Kim du Toit

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Journalist Scum, The Gun Thing

In this report about a kid caught driving at some ridiculous speed, the article’s author complains:

Sadly, authorities did not provide a photo of or details on the specific make and model Corvette, but the teenager ran for approximately 20 miles (or 10 minutes), according to a release issued by state police.

Yeah, we gunnies have the same problem.  While we applaud and congratulate hero citizens for whacking some bad guy in the act of larceny, we are never told what gun was used to send the goblin to join the Choir Invisibule (/Monty Python).

Hell, all we are told is generic shit like “handgun” or occasionally “shotgun”, which is fine, but we would really like to know the important stuff like type of gun, caliber, ammo type (e.g. whether FMJ or hollowpoint), and even more accurately, what brand or type of bullet — Remington Gold Dot 200gr, Hornady Extreme Defense 185gr, SIG Elite V-Crown 124gr, etc.  This is important information, because then we can see for ourselves how well or otherwise the boolets affect the ungodly, instead of just having to rely on the usual “ballistic gel” so beloved of ammo testers.

Equally important is where said goblin was ventilated, along with pictures of said wound.  (Okay, maybe that’s a Pic Too Far, but you get my drift, right?)

If the Jackals Of The Press (JOTP) can’t be bothered to do any research, or even push the officials for details, what’s the point of even pretending to “inform” the public?

More Like This, Please

Seen On Campus

We need a great deal more of this:

Entering 2025, community colleges are expanding apprenticeships and other experienced-based learning programs to address America’s labor shortage crisis and meet a growing demand for alternative forms of higher education.

“Community colleges are going beyond their traditional role of instruction, helping to organize, register, and assist companies in running their apprenticeship programs,” John Colborn, executive director of Apprenticeships for America, told The College Fix.

“By expanding these services, they reduce barriers for employers to offer apprenticeships,” he said in a phone interview earlier this month.

A recent report by Colborn’s organization shows the number of community colleges with active apprenticeships has grown from just 30 to over 200 between 2016 and 2023.

I’d be happier if it was two thousand community colleges, but I’ll take what I can get.

Seriously:  considering how colleges’ traditional educational courses have been debased into (essentially) Marxist wokism, there is a profound rationale for colleges, especially community colleges, to start turning some of their classrooms into workshops.

And I don’t even want to hear that government (of any kind) needs to get involved in this initiative, for any reason.  No;  this belongs entirely in the purview of businesses who would benefit from having a ready pool of trained workers in their trades, as opposed to the usual escapees from the grease pit at JiffyLube, no-hoper high school “graduates” or illegal immigrants.

There are not many instances where I’d want to copy the Germans, on anything;  but I’ve always been a huge fan of their clinical observation — that not everyone should go to college, but an awful lot of the people left over would benefit greatly from trade schools — and it deserves comprehensive implementation on this side of The Pond.

Honestly, nobody loses in this operation;  not the workers, nor the companies and especially not the colleges who participate.

Having said that:  so beneficial an opportunity is bound to fail, because OMG every child is special and shouldn’t have to get their precious little hands soiled by working at Mike Rowe’s Dirty Jobs (or Victor Davis Hanson’s “Muscular Jobs”, if you prefer).

Fach.

Another Perspective

Anarchist thugs

Last month I examined Christopher Rufo’s opinion on modern-day anarchism (although he calls it nihilism).  Now I see that Freddie de Boer has a slightly different take on the matter:

I argue that there is a certain treacherous animal spirit stalking around in the WEIRD world, particularly among the young, a yearning for deliverance… and if they have to, they’ll take deliverance through violence. Our culture has erased transcendent meaning and left in its place short-form internet video, frothy pop music, limitless pornography, Adderall for the educated and fentanyl for the not, a ceaseless parade of minor amusements that distract but never satisfy. And people want to be satisfied; they want something durable. They want something to hold on to. They want to transcend the ordinary. And I’m afraid that, with God dead and the romantic ideal ironized into annihilation, the pure thrill of violence is one of the only outlets left to express the inexpressible, and committing violent acts is free.

It is an excellent study, and I recommend it greatly.

And while I’ll leave the solution thereof to the psychologists and therapists, I’m suggesting that now — more than ever — is the time when one should always be armed, less some disaffected young asshole takes it in his head to experience the “thrill of violence” at a place where you happen to be.

It’s bad enough that we should be armed against random robbers not to mention those of the BLM/Antifa persuasion, but now there might be some dreamy anarchists to deal with as well…

Alarming Comparisons

The Gun Thing

Saw these SOTI:


…which made me ROFL.  That’s a good reason right there where one should strive for excellence over average, and I’m proud to say that I am — although I must say that several if not most of my Readers are probably more excellenter than I am, if you get my drift.

The second thing, though, is somewhat more alarming:

I mean, WTF?  We Texans are beaten by those rednecks I mean our fine neighbors in Oklahoma and Louisiana?  Like Orwell’s Snowball, we Texans will just have to Try Harder, and although I would like to Do My Bit, I’m only one Pore Ole Man…

I would be embarrassed by the folks in Montana and Wyoming, except that only about fifty people live there in total so the sample skews the average.

And it must be said, speaking of rednecks and hillbillies, that I am mightily impressed by the good people of West Virginia.

And on a branch line in my train of thought, I wouldn’t mind one of these, in .357 Magnum:


…or, if I don’t want to be too show-offy:


…because that case-hardened receiver is just too purty for words.

Then again, the brass Henry Golden Boy is made in Murka, while the Cimarron isn’t.

And lastly:  that Citadel thing is just too fugly for words.


…I mean, I know that to sell anything these days to the Operator 5.11 crowd you have to make it all tactical ‘n stuff, but seriously?

Tangential Redheads

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Loyal Reader Mike S. writes and confesses that like me, he is a worshipper of les cheveux roux, and wonders if I would feature two of his current obsessions of that ilk, both being Irish actresses playing on BritTV soaps.

And why not, say I.  Here’s young Ellie Lavery of Hope Street:

Lessee… pale skin, freckled boobies and firecracker fuzz?  Yummy.

And then there is Niamh (pronounced Nee-Evv*) McGrady from Holby City:

All the above attributes, in a MILFy package.  Double yummy.

*No, I don’t understand Irish spelling / pronunciation either.