Tag: Good Guys

Hurts, Don’t It?

Government Thugs, Two-Minute Hate

In the Kurt Russell movie Tombstone, Wyatt Earp catches a guy whipping a horse in the face — whereupon he snatches the quirt from the man’s hand and whips him across the face, and when the oaf whimpers Earp says quietly, “Hurts, don’t it?”

Over the weekend, about half a dozen people sent me this video of someone getting a taste of his own medicine;  and I have to warn you now, if at the end your Schadenböner isn’t straining at your zipper, we’ve can’t be friends anymore.

We need more of this — a LOT more of this.

Sorry, I have to go and watch it again;  I am so weak…

Fixed the link, thanks for the heads-up.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

When your ex-girlfriend (who has a restraining order against you) takes refuge in your neighbor’s house, do not try to break into that house to get to her.  Or, take your chances:

When he tried to break into the house, the homeowner shot and killed him and he was found dead on the back porch by police.

The homeowner has not been charged.

As it should be.  Scratch one violent asshole and some applause, please, for Our Hero.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

I don’t normally feature early reports on this kind of thing because circumstances may change after further investigation, but it’s a slow news day, so here we go:

Law enforcement received a 911 call indicating someone had allegedly tried to break into the home and had been shot. Pickaway County deputies arrived to find the alleged intruder was deceased inside the home.

On Monday morning, Pickaway County Sheriff Matthew O. Hafey used a Facebook post to provide further information, noting the 911 caller reported a male had broken into the home.

Hafey outlined, “Upon the Deputies’ arrival, a male was found to be deceased inside of the home.”

Good Guy 1, Goblin 0.  As it should be.

Menacing Talent

Entertainment, Tragedy

I see with sadness that veteran Brit actor David Warner has gone to join the Choir Invisibule, and the screen has lost one of its better character actors in consequence.

My favorite of his roles is in the (apparently-forgotten) time-travel piece, Time After Time, in which he played Jack The Ripper to Malcolm McDowell’s H.G. Wells (storyline here).

What I loved about this movie was that when H.G Wells (the good guy) is transported from his comfortable Victorian life forward to modern-day San Francisco, he finds it incredibly difficult to cope.  Not so for the Ripper (Warner), who finds that evil transcends culture and, for that matter, time as well — and among San Francisco’s prostitute population, he has an even greater choice of victims than in 19th-century London.  And Warner is beyond-words excellent in the role.

R.I.P.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

Is there a man alive* who doesn’t get the Warm ‘N Fuzzies from reading this?

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch notes that the alleged robber entered the store and “announced a robbery.” He then allegedly put a knife to the clerk’s throat and demanded money from the cash register.

At one point during the incident a customer who had just exited the store looked through the window and saw the suspect allegedly dragging the clerk “while she was screaming.”

The customer grabbed a pistol from his vehicle, went inside, and confronted the suspect.

The suspect then allegedly walked toward the customer, holding a backpack in outstretched arms and saying, “I have something for you.”

The customer opened fire and the suspect collapsed.

The suspect was pronounced dead at the scene.

When all you can complain about is the grammar (“exited the store”?), it’s a happy day indeed.

Well, except for the “alleged” goblin, but fuck him.

*unless you’re in the Uvalde Police Department, that is.

Old-Time

Business, Management, Old Fartism

As an Ole Phartte of some renown, imagine my gleeful chuckles when reading about this man’s requirements for employment at his business:

A Welsh dessert shop boss has shared the most brutal job advert you’ve ever seen on Facebook, but has been universally praised for his no-nonsense attitude.

And if you don’t give at least one approving “attaboy” when you read the ad, we can’t be friends.

Here’s a similar no-nonsense attitude, but in precisely the opposite direction.

We run Britain’s strictest pub – no phones or kids are allowed inside and anyone who swears is BANNED

As one would imagine, I would be in real danger here — although I’ve found that the more I drink, paradoxically, the less I swear.  (Regular Drinking Buddies Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and Doc Russia might contradict this, though.)

Whatever:  I would happily guard my tongue at the Fox & Goose to be free from screaming children and fucking (oops) cell phones.  The only thing that might cause me to give the place a miss is that I’m not that fond of Samuel Smith beer — but then again, life is full of compromises. innit?