Stepping Up

Via Insty, I see this:

A signature issue for Trump, the removal of illegal immigrants from the U.S. is expected to take priority. U.S. Customs and Border Protection has reported more than 10 million immigrant encounters under the Biden administration. Media outlets regularly cited an 11 million illegal immigrant figure prior to Trump’s first term and that the current number of illegal immigrants in the U.S. may exceed 20 million.

“On day one, I will launch the largest deportation program of criminals in American history,” Trump declared during a recent rally in Reading, Pa. “We’re going to get them out.”

Well, that’s all well and good, and Trump has apparently set things up to use the military to handle this effort — and that’s a good start.  Using the military to remove criminals from the country and send them back to their several shithole points of origin is clearly within their remit.

But as Americans, we shouldn’t be leaving everything to the federal government, especially on so important an issue, and let’s be honest that just as with disaster relief, it’s going to take some time to get the wheels turning and off the ground.

So I think it’s time for loyal Americans to set up an “emergency” system (as we did with the hurricane destruction relief in Florida and especially the Carolinas) and have private enterprise kick things off, so to speak.

Maybe we could come up with a more appropriate name for this umbrella organization, but that’s not important here.  The advantages of private enterprise handling the opening stages of the new and improved “Operation Wetback*” is that unlike the military, who’ll have to fly people all the way over to Latin America, the Middle East and even China, the private air wing will only have to fly a couple dozen miles out to sea, unload their cargo, and fly back to reload. Not only that, but criminal aliens ferried out by the Air Force might find their way back — it’s happened often before — whereas criminals taken out, so to speak, by our private air transportation system will never make their way back unless they’re really good swimmers.

It’s all very efficient and cost-effective, and if there’s one thing that American private enterprise does well when not encumbered with red tape, it’s being efficient and economical.

And because it’s a volunteer effort, it requires no action from government other than to step aside and let the market handle the situation.

I realize that things done in haste can often cause mistakes to happen.  But I think that if instead of just illegal aliens, a few U.S. citizen criminals are mistakenly loaded onto the choppers for their one-way ticket, we’ll just have to accept that mistakes do happen.

As the Communists are so fond of saying, “You can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.”  And if those eggs happen to have names like names like Clinton, Obama, Soros and Fauci, that’s just too bad.


If the name “Operation Wetback” creates an adverse reaction from the Fainting Goats Of The Left, we can just call it “Operation Wentback” instead.

News Roundup

 



...hope you stay there, you miserable Commiesymp fuckers.

And speaking of aphrodisiacs:


...following the example of their founder, no doubt.


Silly Jews, thinking they’d be safe in Amsterdam.  Speaking of stereotypes:


Introducing our latest feature department:


...it’s just too bad it wasn’t by hanging.

And in The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©:


...wait till they start machine-gunning the rafts.


...Africa wins again.



...those damn Swiss raaayyyciss.


Let’s EVERYBODY PANIC!!!


...as noted by Insty.  Also:


...and my simple solution:

In Furrin News:


...yeah, okay.  Wave to the millions of CCTV cameras, wear a miniskirt in Bradford, enjoy those 24-hour waits in the A&E/ER rooms and just don’t post anything “anti-social” or “hateful” on the Internet.  Same topic:


...coming soon to a Blue State near you.

Great Moments In Marketing:


...an easy mistake to make, if yer a perv.

In Entertainment News:


...keyword:  Manchester.  And to the surprise of no one, here’s the “BBC star”:

And in link-free pic-free 

...and even if I used her real name, you still wouldn’t know who she is.

...said tape probably applied by her bedtime companion.

And in the ultimate news summary, where one picture really is worth more than 1,000 words:

Monday Funnies

Even though it’s Monday, I know you don’t want to be disturbed:

…so to speak.

But to help us wake up, some post-election humor, stolen from just about everywhere:

And speaking of ugly non-MAGA women:

Finally, a reminder of the numbers involved, and one of the main electoral issues:

And that’s just according to NCIS…

And just for the hell of it:

I think I’ll celebrate this first post-election Monday by going to the range.  (Okay, that’s not much different from any other Monday, but what the hell.)

Boll Weevil

…wait, I meant Poll Evil.

So I went over to the polling station yesterday to vote against Godless Communism, and of course this being north Texas, it was busier than a $5 hooker during Fleet Week.  Fortunately, there were a jillion of those horrible voting machine thingies, so there was no wait.

While signing in, I made the usual joke about my name (“girl’s first name, French last name, but this week I’m identifying as a man”) which brought a tiny smile from the 100-year-old lady checking me in, her comment being, “And that’s a good thing”.  And I prepared to join the rest of the folks voting against Godless Communism — don’t ask me how I could tell;  it’s the district which Trump carried with 85% of the votes cast, FFS.

Except in my case, of course, because it appears I’d waited too late to change my voting address (I did it as part of changing the address on my driver’s license).  So when they checked the voters’ roll, my old address showed up.

I said, “Okay, I don’t mind going over to Plano to vote, ’cause I have some errands to run over there anyway” (which I did).

“Oh no,” says Great-Great-Granny Moses, “we can just change it right here seeing as it’s what your driver’s license allows.”

“Excellent,” says I, and to make a joke of the whole thing, I added, “So I can vote here, and then scoot over to Plano and vote there too?”

Dead. Silence.  From all the volunteers.

Oops.  Then from Great-Great-Granny Moses, one word:  “Nope.”

“I’d never do that, of course,” I say quickly, trying to thaw the atmosphere, “because people might think I’m a Democrat.”

Some muted chuckles (from only a few of the volunteers) as my ballot was being printed out.   From Great-Great-Granny Moses, just a stony stare as she handed it over.

I scurried over to the machine with my tail between my legs, and tried to make up for my foolishness by voting against Godless Communism.

There are times, it seems, when it’s not safe to make a joke.  Even in Republican north Texas.