“The U.S. Military is actively considering shutting down the sale [of] M855/SS109 ammo from Lake City to the commercial market.”
Yeah, if you can’t ban the guns, strangle the ammo supply — the rationale behind National Ammo Day was never more appropriate than today.
You all know what to do. Me, I’m going to lay in some more 7.62x39mm, because we AK guys are even more vulnerable.
When I see headlines like this:
…I am forced by my limited range of invective to plagiarize borrow from Mr. Ishmael Of Shetland:
Is there anything in eternity, in the infinity of space and time which you feel would not be illuminated, amplified, clarified, altogether improved, embellished, glorified by you commenting upon it, from out of your arsehole?
Is there no occasion or event or circumstance about which you are not compelled to comment at insufferable length? Might there ever be something happen in this world without it attracting your observations?
If someone was to write OH NO, NOT THAT CUNT AGAIN in letters as big as the Milky Way it would be a poor illustration of the effect you have on sensible people. You are as funny as rectal cancer. You have the insight of a cement mixer, although entirely lacking its utility. You know nothing of any value. You and elegance are estranged. There is better reading on a bus ticket. Nothing you say is witty, informative, provocative, original or scurrilous; nothing you write is worth reading. You are clumsy, cackhanded, plagiaristic, trivial, meaningless, insincere; unredeemed garbage. Even pored-over, analysed, the odd nugget is seen to be stolen from other people, shabby, second-hand, grubby; you cannot even recycle with any distinction.
You are the dullest, most boring, predictable, tedious, mind-numbing gabshite on the planet. Contrasted with reading your musings, watching the grass grow is scintillating, dazzling and provocative. You are as stupid as it is possible to be and still be sentient; nay, that is a misjudgment, lumps of rock are smarter than you, a bag of sand has a better sense of humour. Living with you, even a garden gnome would hurl himself in front of a train, rather than endure one more moment of your endless, infantile commentary. You are an unspeakable cunt. Why don’t you just either shut the fuck up or seek psychiatric assistance for your delusion, the one that makes you think the world cannot survive without you being its continuity announcer. Nobody on earth, not even your mother, if you have one, gives a fuck about what you think about anything. Most people would rather gouge their eyes out than read your drivel. You are an almost unassailable argument for shutting down the Internet; single-handedly you undermine the case for freedom of speech.
The Saviour himself, encountering you on the mountain, would say Fuck me, not this cunt again, does he ever, ever, ever even for a fucking second, shut the fuck up and just be? Or does he think that he spellbinds his betters, enchants his peers and renders reality herself incomplete without his penny’s worth? This is one cunt and a half, lads.
Do you really imagine that you are so perspicacious, so wise, so seasoned that your turds of wisdom, your worthless sweepings-up are indispensable to the world? Do you think people tune in to CSNBC and exclaim: I can’t wait to hear what the ex-POTUS thinks about copper smelting in Zambia; gosh I hope he speaks quickly?
It may be argued in your favour, although I wouldn’t, that crass as you are, your heart is in roughly the right place; your head, however, remains, inextricably, cemented up your arse.
You are unpardonably stupid so, hereby your very own, easy to understand parable:
“Omar went to the Master. He said, Master, I have been painting for years and remain unhappy with my work, can you help? Go, said the Master, and do your finest work and bring it to me. Five years later Omar returned with a painting he had slaved over and handed it to the Master, who threw it straight on the fire.”
Look at your speeches for something not already better said; it’s not there. Is this the point of you? Cover versions?
If you would speak, first learn silence. Learn some Zen, Shithead. Learn some plumbing.
Etc.
At the end of this happy little story comes the expected response:
“It was me or him.”
And because Our Hero also had a gun, he came out alive while the goblin didn’t.
JHC, now I’ve seen everything.
The left-wing Labour government of Jacinda Ardern has drafted proposals to levy taxes against farmers for the methane emissions produced by cows and sheep in what would be the world’s first green tax on livestock.
Had this not been the People’s Soviet of New Zealand, I’d have suspected that the Babylon Bee was giving us a giggle — but not even the Bee dreamed up this one.
On a more sinister note:
The move from the socialist government comes amid a wider effort by governments and globalist institutions to push people away from meat. The United Kingdom, under Prime Minister Boris Johnson, has also discussed levying border taxes on meat and dairy to, they claim, fight climate change.
Institutions such as the World Economic Forum, which has long advocated for the consumption of bugs, recently called for the widespread adoption of veganism and the eating of “climate beneficial foods” such as seaweed and algae.
Had I not just finished my morning breakfast of boerewors and eggs, I’d be tempted to cook a steak, or even one of these:
That can wait till tomorrow, I think. And one of New Wife’s exquisite steak ‘n mushroom pies for Sunday lunch or dinner.
I’m just doing my bit in the fight against Communism.
Sheesh, when California voters kick you out of office, you must be a total asshole.
One of Chesa Boudin’s first moves after being elected with just over 50% of the vote was to eliminate cash bail for suspects. He also had directed his department to refuse to cooperate with Immigration and Customs Enforcement, prosecuted fewer shoplifters, and in March of 2021, he dismissed the killing of an 84-year-old Thai immigrant as a “sort of temper tantrum” gone bad.
Homicides and property crimes including burglaries and car thefts have spiked over the past two years, and Boudin’s handling of suspected fentanyl dealers has draw criticism.
No shit. Sayonara, Commie bastard.
By the way, Boudin has no sense of irony.
“People are angry, they’re frustrated, and I want to be very clear about what happened tonight: The right-wing billionaires outspent us three to one, they exploited an environment in which people are appropriately upset, and they created an electoral dynamic where we were literally shadowboxing,” Boudin said.
Yeah, no mention of the fact that his original election victory was bankrolled by Marxist billionaire George Soros.
Oh, this is fun:
In the middle of the night Wednesday, police arrested an armed California man near Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh’s home after the man allegedly told officers he wanted to kill the justice.
Of course, he’ll only be charged with illegal possession of a firearm, will plead down to misdemeanor picking his nose in public, and be freed on $10 bail.
I leave it to my Readers’ imaginations as to what would have happened had this been a Texan stalking judges Kagan, Sotomayor or that new Commie. Especially the latter, her being Black and all.