Category: Good Stuff

Gunfights

Africa, Crime, Good Stuff, The Gun Thing

I remember listening to some comedy record or other a long time ago, which featured a radio interview (à la Bob Newhart) of a captured Confederate soldier just before Antietam.  When asked his opinion about Union soldiers being armed with the new Winchester repeating rifles, the Reb thought for a moment, and said laconically, in a deep Southron accent:  “Yeah?  Well that’s all well and good for you Yankees… but we know how to aim, boy.”)

I was reminded of that exchange when I read this report (sent to me by several Readers, thankee) concerning this little incident in Seffrica:

Heavily armed attacks on armored cars are so common in South Africa they are known as Cash-in-Transit heists (CIT).

“15 robbers armed with automatic rifles carried out a CIT heist in Hoedspruit, killing the Fidelity driver,“ reports YouTuber Willem Petzer.

According to police spokesman Colonel Matimba Maluleke, the suspects shot at the escort vehicle before disarming the guards (a driver and crew) of their official rifle and pistol. “Unfortunately the two guards were shot at and sustained injuries that resulted in the death of the driver. The suspects then pursued the armoured vehicle while shooting at it until it stopped. The driver of the armoured vehicle and his crew were allegedly ordered to disembark the vehicle, disarmed of two firearms and chased into the nearby bushes. The suspects used explosives to blast the vehicle and made off with an undisclosed amount of money,” Maluleke said.

All was seemingly going according to plan for our Robbin’ Hoods;  however, things went downhill for our choirboys soon thereafter:

“A community crime watch group, Hoedspruit Farmwatch, was alerted to the incident and went in pursuit of the robbers, putting obstacles on the road to prevent their escape. A shootout ensued,” Petzer writes. 

“The volunteers blocked the roads outside of Hoedspruit with boulders after they were alerted of the attack. A skirmish, lasting about 20 minutes, ensued at one of the blockades between the robbers [armed with AK-47s] and the farmers, who were armed with pistols. The farmers managed to kill 4 of the robbers and wound 3. No farmer was hurt. The other suspects fled into nearby bushes after the shootout on foot.”

Apparently, untrained criminals spraying bullets from their rifles are not a match for trained shooters with handguns.  But it gets better:

“The Hoedspruit farmwatch tracked them down using their dogs and arrested the rest of them, recovering all the money from the heist.”

One of the arrested suspects is a highly wanted Mozambican suspect who has been on the run for some time for a spate of crimes he committed in the Free State in 2022 including the murder of a police officer. The injured suspects were found in possession of suspected stolen money, a rifle and a pistol.

For background on the whole “neighborhood watch” thing, read the full report.

So to summarize:

Asshole criminals with AK-47s:  1
Trained Afrikaners with pistols:  4, plus 3 wounded and the rest captured.

I don’t know the full details, but the farmer’s dogs were likely a mixture of Boerboels and Ridgebacks.

Yeah, I’d pretty much give up, too.

We may now begin the

Worse Ways To Go

Good Stuff, Old Fartism

I have to admit that I’m not only sympathetic, I’m a little envious of the way this guy decided to go out.

Porn was being filmed onboard a retired doctor’s party yacht before cops swooped and arrested him on suspicion of drug and gun charges, according to new police documents. 

Authorities raided his 82-foot-long yacht called the JessConn, named after his two children, on September 5 in Nantucket after a woman on board called a friend for help. The woman told the man, ‘they were doing drugs all weekend long and people on the boat had been making pornographic films’. She added that she wanted to leave the boat before passing out, causing her male friend to contact authorities – telling them that she had overdosed.

The man told the Nantucket Police Department that the boat had ketamine, Adderall, ecstasy and cocaine on board.

Law enforcement sources told the Current that several prostitutes were found on the boat. No charges have been brought on these claims.

Scott Burke, 69, was charged with one count of trafficking a Class B drug, one count of possession to distribute a Class A drug, one count of possession of ammunition without a license and four counts of possession of a large-capacity feeding device.

He pleaded not guilty to the charges and was ‘extremely uncooperative’ when police boarded the yacht and was placed in handcuffs and detained because of his behavior, according to an affidavit.  The married father-of-two claimed that the woman who overdosed had been working for him for a few weeks, and her female friend was staying on the boat.

But here’s the kicker:

Burke was released on a $200,000 bail last week after his lawyer told Plymouth Court that he has terminal stage four cancer — and just months to live.

So if you know you’re going to die soon, and if you have the money, why not go batshit crazy and spend it on one last over-the-top sex orgy?

The charges, by the way, are bullshit.  He’s a doctor, so presumably he has the Rx prescription for all those drugs, and the “unlicensed ammo” charge is idiotic — but it’s Massachusetts, so anything’s possible.

And by the way:  I want to know what a “large-capacity feeding device” is, and why possession thereof is illegal.

Now that he’s out on bail, Burke might just off himself with an OD of drugs they didn’t find, rather than letting the cancer take him.  Under the same circumstances, who wouldn’t do the same?

Up Yours, Governor (Part 2)

Anti-Gun Nannies, Good Stuff, Law and Order, Resistance

Adding to the fun and games response to NewMexGov Grisham’s “I’m banning gun carrying because it’s a health issue” initiative comes this most excellent news:

There are now six lawsuits (and counting) challenging New Mexico Governor Michelle Lujan Grisham’s public health order suspending Second Amendment carry rights in the Bernalillo County and the city of Albuquerque. While literally no local authorities are willing to enforce her clearly unconstitutional diktat, Grisham is still claiming that the New Mexico State Police will do her dirty work.

The State Police, however, have remained strangely silent on the matter and no one has been cited for any violations.

This afternoon, however, New Mexico Attorney General Raúl Torrez delivered the latest body-blow to the Governor’s authoritarian tendencies by announcing in a letter to Grisham that his office will not be defending her in court.

So this anti-gun asshole bitch will either have to pay the legal defense costs herself, or get some liberal law firm to do it pro bono — or beg for money from the Soros-type socialist billionaires.

Of course, she could always end this quite easily by killing herself rescinding the stupid order (thereby making the issue moot).

We await developments with bated breath.

SA Pop

Good Stuff, Music

Back when I wurr a lad, before the Great Wetback Episode, I played in a rock band of little significance, but by various means I knew a bunch of other musicians, especially in the Johannesburg scene.

South African music, like the country itself, was hopelessly divided when it came to music.

There was kwela, which was essentially Black urban music like that of Spokes Mashiyane , which no White people listened to, and tribal music like the Qongqothwane (Click Song).  (For reference, Paul Simon’s Call Me Al  is whitebread-kwela;  the pennywhistle solos and thumping bass are characteristic of the genre — Simon added brass and such to make it more palatable to Whitey.)

Afrikaners listened to boeremusiek (Boer music), which was the equivalent of country/bluegrass, which they loved and everyone else rolled their eyes at.  (Forgive me, but here’s Hantam Opskop, which is more or less translated as “barndance”, and Blikkiesdorp., which is a mythical town in the middle of nowhere.)  It’s characterized by plentiful use of accordion and concertina, gawd help us.  I actually knew quite a few of the more-popular musicians in this gig, and what what amazed me was how good they all were at their instruments;  bandleader Flippie van Vuuren played seven instruments at maestro-level, and he wasn’t the only one.  (I have a lovely story about Flippie, but it can wait for another time.)  There was a crossover band named 4 Jacks And A Jill — oy — and here’s their signature song.

As for us Whiteys, well, there were the mainstreamers who listened to pop ballads — and you’re really going to have to forgive me for this lot:  Timothy, Lazy Life, Look Out, and others so dire that good conscience will not let me play them here.

As for the rockers:  well, most did covers of overseas hits (Trevor Rabin, later of Yes, first found fame when his group Rabbit played Tull’s Locomotive Breath, for instance).  But every so often a little gem would creep through:  Hawk’s Dark Side Of The Moon (not that one) is one example, there’s Freedom’s Children doing That Did It;  Stingray’s Better The Devil You Know is another, and Ballyhoo’s Man On The Moon.  And all-girl band Clout (Substitute) were in a class of their own, in that they became fantastically popular in Europe, especially in Germany.

When it comes to the rockers themselves, I knew almost all of them, some only to wave to, others as very close friends and a couple of times even, bandmates.  We would go to each others’ gigs (when we ourselves weren’t booked), or else go to the popular Branch Office nightclub, which stayed open till 5am.  There was a “members-only” bar off to the side, membership being confined very strictly to professional actors and musicians, and that was where we chatted and gossiped, who was playing where, which band had broken up, who was looking for work, etc.

Storytime:

Every so often we’d have a “band picnic” whereby some or all of the various bands’ members would meet on a Sunday afternoon at some spot out in the country.  We’d bring meat and beer (mostly the latter) and then we’d hang out on blankets, chatting and joking, trying to score with each others’ wives / girlfriends (musicians are scum) and generally having a good time.  Of course, there would be guitars, bongo drums and tambourines, so we’d jam and sing our favorite songs, sometime only a few guys, sometimes more than that, and a couple were gigantic — close to forty people at the picnic.

It would be no exaggeration to say that at some point, every single musician in the above rock bands had been to at least one of the picnics.  Of course, everyone could sing, harmonize and play guitar, so some of the songs were not only well-rendered, but sometimes (I thought) better than the originals.

On one such occasion, we’d just finished singing an Eagles song (with Stingray’s Dennis East blowing the doors off the lead vocal), when somebody said, “Hey:  did you hear that Joe Walsh has joined the Eagles?”

The general reaction was one of disbelief;  I mean, why would Joe join a stupid country band?  There was much head-shaking and bemusement.

Then Sandy Robbie from Circus let out a small belch, and said the immortal line:  “Man, he must owe his pusher a lot of money.”  Which resolved the issue right there.

Good times, good times…

Welcome To The Club, Huskers

Good Stuff, The Gun Thing

Finally, some good news for the Second Amendment:

It’s a new day in Nebraska, where after years of struggle lawful gun owners can now bear arms in self-defense without having to first obtain a government-issued permission slip.

Gov. Jim Pillen signed LB 77 into law back in April, declaring that the bill upheld the promise made to voters to “protect our constitutional rights and promote commonsense, conservative values” and praising state Sen. Tom Brewer for championing the bill year after year, slowly making progress until the legislation finally had the votes to cross the finish line.

“Nebraskans should not have to pay the government a fee or ask permission for constitutional rights,” said Senator Brewer. “This bill finally delivers on the promises in Nebraska and United States constitutions. I am proud to help Nebraska join twenty-six of our sister states in removing this obstacle to the right to keep and bear arms.”

While the bill was signed into law months ago, its provisions didn’t officially take effect until today, making Nebraska officially the 27th state to recognize the right to bear arms in some form or fashion without the need for lawful gun owners first receive a license.

Why did it take so long?  After all, one would think that in a rural state like Nebraska, they would have been one of the first, not twenty-seventh in line.

Alas, as with so many — maybe even all — states, Nebraska has to deal with two large socialist enclaves:  metropolitan Omaha (home of, for example, devout anti-gunner Warren Buffett), and the college town of Lincoln, home of the Usual Wokist Academia.

I’m just glad to see that the gunnies (take a bow, Tom Brewer) took a leaf from the anti-gunner assholes and never gave up, chipping away at the gun nannies’ position until victory came a-calling.