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Why did I never have school trips like this one?

Head teacher struck off for school ski trip to Switzerland where one girl pupil slept with three boys, another had sex with a boy for £30

…and unbelievably, it gets even better from there.

Sheeesh… and all the school trips I ever experienced were to museums and other such boring nonsense.

As to how all this happened, this sentence may provide a clue:

A Teaching Regulation Agency (TRA) misconduct panel heard Mrs Drury was principal of the CP Riverside school in Nottingham, a school which provides alternative education for children aged 13-18 with behavior or social issues.

Wow… who could have predicted this outcome?  (“Only about 99% of all sentient adults, Kim.”)

Well, I guess that all falls under the umbrella of “alternative education” now, dunnit?

Oh, Stop It

The Gun Thing

Via Insty:

The old saying goes:  “Nothing concentrates the mind like the threat of imminent execution.”

Well from Poland’s point of view, nothing would concentrate the mind like a belligerent Russia on its border.  Hence the preparation of the youth for just such a scenario.

And before anyone of the hoplophobic persuasion starts wailing about “militarizing the youth” or some such twaddle, let it be known that one of the best preventative measures against predatory invasion is knowing that the intended victim is filled with a motivated — and armed — population, ready to flay the skin off the invaders.

Japanese Admiral Yamamoto’s warning to Imperial Japan about America being a nation with “a rifle behind every blade of grass” seems appropriate here, as is a reminder of a universally-armed and never-invaded Switzerland.

And the video that accompanies the above tweet is especially tasty.

I’ve just added Poland to my bucket list of places I want to visit.

Hold Off, Willya?

Legal Stuff

And now we are being treated to this little bagatelle:

President-elect Donald Trump told reporters at a press conference on Monday at Mar-a-Lago, Florida, that he would consider pardoning New York City Mayor Eric Adams, who was indicted on federal corruption charges in September.

If I may be blunt, Mr. Soon-To-Be-POTUS:  there’s way too much talk of “pardoning” going on for my liking.

Yeah, I know:  FJB pardoned his son (of a gun-related conviction, no less), and so on and so forth.  But that doesn’t mean that everyone — including you — should be throwing the stuff around like it’s confetti at a wedding.

Here’s my thought:  save the pardons for the people who are really worthy of a pardon, such as the Jan 6 tribe, and leave the wheels of justice to grind assholes like Hizzoner into the same kind of dust that we ordinary folks would be facing.  Now granted, these “corruption” charges were only brought by NYfC’s federal prosecutors after Adams give the Biden Administration the finger on border policy — in other words, said charges were of the same spiteful ilk that these shitheads brought to bear on Trump himself.

But why not just go after the federal prosecutors, who are surely as deserving of censure as anyone else?  All this pardon stuff is like handing out snakebite anti-venom kits instead of just chopping off the poisonous snake’s bitey head with a shovel.  (I know, decapitating government lawyers with a shovel may be problematic because of that Constitutional “krool & unyooshull” thing, but I think the point has been made.)

January 21, 2025 just cannot come quickly enough.

Open Season

Funny Stuff, Gummint, Shootin' Time

Well, that’s okay then:

The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) warned New Jersey residents against shooting at mysterious unidentified drones.

Given the source, I’d say it would be almost mandatory for the folks in Joizee to have at it.

Here’s my take.  This whole drone swarm thing in NJ seems to be shrouded in secrecy, for all sorts of reasons.  And nowadays, where there’s secrecy, there’s almost always Gummint skullduggery afoot.  (And not even just nowadays — Kennedy assassination / Lee Harvey Oswald murder coff coff.)

So it stands to reason for us to expect that if the Fibbies are telling us not to do something, it’s because that “something” endangers one of their little clandestine reindeer games, no?

I’d suggest light birdshot or even .410 000, for those interested.  Just make sure that the fall of shot isn’t close to houses or streets, and we’ll all be good.


(me getting in some practice prior to a drive trip to NJ)

Note to any Gummint alphabet agency snooping around:  the above is what’s called “satire”, “humor” or even “hyperbole”.  Feel free to look those words up if you’re unclear on the concept, you assholes.

And my final thought:  given the dramatis personae  in this little scenario, it’s quite possible that nobody in government knows what the fuck is going on — if indeed anything is — and likewise has no idea how to investigate it either.  I wouldn’t place any bets against this hypothesis, either.

Pathetic

Shootin' Time

Lawrence Person asks the important question:

The Secret Service agent that engaged the would-be Trump golf course assassin missed six shots despite being five feet away.

How does that even happen? How can even you even miss from that close?

It’s a really good, and ultimately important question.

I remember that in a long-ago post castigating law enforcement for being terrible shots, one of my Readers commented that while my comments might be true of the average city cop’s shooting skills, it was certainly not true of dedicated officers like those in the Secret Service.

Ha.

Perhaps the answer might lie in this little tidbit, still from Lawrence:

I’m an adequate shot (not a Secret Service agent who presumably visits a shooting range every month), but I don’t think I could miss a human target from that range.

Forget monthly.  How about weekly?  Actually (and I admit to not knowing the truth of this), I might be persuaded to bet that the SS quali sessions are annual, or at best quarterly.

And in my own case, I am no more than an adequate handgun shot (as anyone who has shot with me will attest) but bloody hell, I shoot my carry 1911 about three times a month, and if I can’t put all eight shots from my first mag into a palm-sized group at 15 feet (three times more than the five above), I keep shooting until I get at least four mag loads in a row into that area.  (If I dump the first mag successfully, I might only do a couple more mags, just to be sure.)

Generally speaking, my first magazine’s boolets tend to end up inside a 2″ hole at 15 feet, with a flyer — and this comes as a result of endless, self-critical practice because as I said, I’m only an adequate handgun shot.

Hell, I shoot my 2″ backup S&W Airweight snubby more accurately than that clueless SS agent, and I only practice with it about every other month.  (Which reminds me… I need to shoot it later today — pack a box or two of .38s, Kim, and you might as well do a little with the bedside .357 while you’re there.)

Jeff Cooper would have wanted it that way.

Here’s a thought for whoever’s going to be in charge of the President’s protection detail:  weekly quali sessions, with a very exacting standard for marksmanship (e.g. like mine).  And for anyone who fails to meet that standard, suspension from the detail for a month — said month to be spent on daily range sessions until the marksmanship improves.

This job is too important to be delegated to Barney Fife types — and especially so as Trump has already proven to be a tempting target for assholes.  That hapless agent who missed from five feet should be fired, period.

That I should even have to say all this makes me want to puke.