Monday, September 30, 2019

Surprise, surprise, surprise

California prisons expected rival gangs to play nice when allowed together in exercise yard.

SACRAMENTO, Calif. (AP) — California prison officials have halted an effort aimed at forcing warring prison gangs to get along with each other after the inmates wound up brawling and even rioting when placed together in prison recreation yards, officials told The Associated Press.
The effort started a year ago with officials gradually allowing prisoners from different gangs into exercise yards to try to get them to make peace. This permitted officials to reduce harsh restrictions that kept gang members locked up in cells for lengthy periods without access to rehabilitation programs that could allow them to shorten their sentences.
But the greater liberty generated the same result at several state prisons: Gang members brawled in what critics labeled “gladiator fights” that they allege prison officials deliberately set up to get the inmates to fight.
The brawls led officials to stop the practice of trying to get the gang inmates to interact with each other in the prisons, Shaun Spillane, a spokesman for the corrections department’s inspector general, told the AP in an interview.
Prison officials “are kind of at the point where they realize this isn’t working. Rather than getting the same result, they’re putting their heads together and trying to come up with a new approach,” Spillane said.

One prison official said, “I don’t know why they fight.”

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Some headlines not from impeachment circus

Orban: ‘We reject migrant quotas, but accept deportation quotas with pleasure’

Czech Prime Minister: ‘We decide who comes to our country’

Slovenia: Citizen defense force formed to stop illegal migration

Justin Trudeau pictured with 16-year-old girl!

Don’t worry. It’s not like that. It’s only politics. 

The girl is Greta Thunberg, the Swedish activist/environmentalist/angry person who is manipulated by left-leaning and outright socialist media and politicians because she is a child, and children are, after all, our future.

A pledge to plant 2,000,000,000 (2 billion) trees in Canada was not enough in the PM’s mind to make up for photos of him in blackface, so he had to meet with the (not)Antifa revolutionist.

Trudeau’s other promises:

The pledge “to ban and buy back ‘military-style assault rifles’ and support municipalities in banning handguns.
“Next: Tax relief for middle-class households, and a vow to slash cellphone bills. Then promises to introduce a national prescription drug plan, to commit Canada to net-zero carbon emissions by 2050, to teach every Canadian how to camp by grade 8.”
And finally on Friday, “a meeting with climate activist Greta Thunberg — and a commitment to plant 2 billion trees.”

Hughes, Arkansas -- A small town becoming smaller

Hughes, Arkansas, is in St. Francis County, in the far East Central part of the state.

In 2010, Hughes’ population was 1,441, a decline of 426 from the 2000 census. Hughes’ largest population was 1,919, in 1980.

Racial/ethnic breakdown shows 67.76% black or African-American; 29.41% white of varied ethnic backgrounds; 1.61% Asian from a large part of the Earth; 0.11% Pacific Islander, whose ancestors are not quite near Asia to be considered Asian; 0.43% from other races; 0.59 from two or more races; and 0.70% Hispanic or Latino, from one or several races. (Thanks to the federal government’s race-keepers for the information.)

In 2000, the per capita income for the city was $10,039. About 31.7% of families and 38% of the population overall lived below the federally-established poverty line.

The Federal Reserve Bank in St. Louis says the July 2019 unemployment rate in St. Francis County was 5.7%. St. Francis ranks 66 out of 75 counties, says. Chicot County in far Southeast Arkansas, ranks 75th, with an unemployment rate of 7.7%.

In 2015, the school district in Hughes was ordered to merge with that of West Memphis.

Here is a link to an interesting article, “How to Destroy a Town,” with photographs that are similar to other small towns in Arkansas:

Columbia University bans band from athletic events, cuts funding

“Three days before the football home opener, Columbia Athletics announced in a statement that the Columbia University Marching Band will be prohibited from performing at all future athletics events.

(Sounds like the university is cracking down on anarchist performances, which can become, or are planned as, decidedly un-PC. Somebody in the university got offended at something the band did. That’s the way things are: Offended person files complaint, university caves.)

The Columbia University Marching Band “first performed in 1904 as a regular marching band before transforming into … scramble band chaos …  After that switch in the 1950s, the CUMB and university officials clashed for numerous reasons in New York.
“Dubbed ‘The Cleverest Band in the World,’ pranks and irreverent jokes pulled over the years at football games included forming the image of a topless woman (two sousaphones gracefully became the nipples), protest images during the Vietnam War, portraying the consummation of same-sex marriage in the 1990s, and adding a musical section called the ‘miscie,’ which basically means band members invent instruments using everything from spare tires to toilet seats.”

Saturday, September 28, 2019

I got blocked by Facebook police

I had the temerity to comment on a protected class. Facebook police blocked my comment on a story by a Florida teacher organization, claiming Florida families are being short-changed because dastardly Florida legislators don't pay Florida teachers enough money. I did some checking and learned Florida public school teacher salaries range from $41,200 to $71,400, with an average salary of $54,394. My entire comment:

"Equating success of families to teacher pay. Florida teacher salaries are $41.2k - $71.4k, with average of $54,394, according to The highest I ever had as a solder was $2,200 a month, gross."

Facebook police immediately responded: “We don’t allow people to use misleading or inaccurate information to get likes, followers or shares.”

The response from Facebook police took less than 10 seconds. Boom. Blocked.

Here’s the thing, Facebook police: I don’t care about likes, followers or shares. Statements and opinions were made in a supposed news article; I simply wanted to add some information to a one-sided argument.

Chapter 14, The Amazing Adventures of Ralph Kroder

        Ralph kept the golf cart at twenty miles an hour on the stone road. The landscape changed a little after the first hour, with clumps of oak trees and willow trees dotting the grassy plain. Around eleven-thirty, Ralph topped a small hill and then left the road and parked in the shade of a large willow about fifty meters south of the road. As he expected, the willow was beside a small pond, about twenty meters across.
Ralph drank the remainder of his already-opened water bottle. “Too bad the seats don’t adjust. I could lean back and relax.” – We’ve been driving for around ninety minutes, and you’re already tired? – “I’m not tired. I just like to relax when taking in the scenery.” – You got grass and trees. – “I know, but there are variations. We’re beneath a willow tree.” He pointed with his right hand. “Over there are several oak trees.” – Two bad they’re not pecan trees. – “Yeah. We’ve got Twinkies and Hostess Cupcakes, but they won’t last forever.” He raised his head at a sudden noise from the northwest. He said, “You hear that?” – If you mean that chuff like a steam locomotive, yes.
Ralph turned in the cart, his feet resting on the ground. He was prepared for movement, should the sound mean presence of danger. He watched the top of the hill over which he had driven only a few minutes before.
White smoke rose above the hill. The top of a smoke stack appeared. Ralph said, “I don’t think it’s a train.” – Ya think? – “Smartass.” – I am you. – “I’ve been meaning to talk about that. When we have time.” – We’ve had nothing but time since we got here. Well, except when those six dudes decided to kill us.­ At least you recognized the right priority. – “Kill or die. Not much choice there.” – You’re not as fast as you used to be.­ – “Who is?”
Both Ralph and Inner Ralph stopped talking as the circular front of a steam tractor appeared at the top of the hill. The two-meter-long boiler was painted bright red, with gold-colored highlights on the front seal. The chuff sound grew louder, and then the remainder of the tractor came into view as the big vehicle began its descent of the shallow hill.
“It’s bright,” Ralph said. The roof of the cab was the same red as the boiler, as were support members. A short wagon as tall as the tractor was attached to the tractor and was painted a gleaming black. “That’s the wood wagon,” Ralph said. – Do you surmise that, or are you suddenly an expert on steam tractors? – “I can see firewood.” – Oh. Now that you mention it.
The tractor followed the road, turning right and paralleling Ralph’s position beneath the willow tree. Four wagons carrying large, bulging burlap-type bags followed the tractor and the firewood wagon. Ralph stood from the golf cart and raised his right hand in greeting. The sudden movement seemed to startle the tractor driver, who first raised a hand, and then pulled a string, sounding two sharp toots from a steam whistle. The tractor then slowed, coming to a full stop after a few meters.
Ralph walked toward the tractor. The tractor driver’s hands disappeared inside the cab, probably setting the brake, Ralph decided. The driver stepped from the tractor. A young man took the driver’s place at the controls. Steam hissed from a valve. Ralph was surprised when the driver took off a thick blue cotton cap and shook her long blonde hair into place. “It’s a woman!” he said. He heard a laugh in his head. – Amazing deduction, Sherlock.
Ralph and the driver met halfway between the road and the golf cart. The two stood about a meter apart. He figured the driver to be five-nine, four inches shorter than his six-one. She wore dark blue overalls, a long sleeved blue shirt and brown lace-up boots. And, Ralph particularly noticed the brown leather belt around her waist, and the automatic pistol in the flap-style holster.
Ralph put out his right hand. “Ralph Kroder,” he said.
“Hali Langley,” the drive said. She took off her brown gloves and firmly shook Ralph’s hand. She looked over his shoulder. “You have an interesting conveyance.”
Ralph studied Hali’s green eyes, but not for an unmannered time. “Your tractor is seldom seen on my world.”
Surprised by Ralph’s comment, Hali said, “My Farlow is the second-most popular long-haul tractor in the country.”
“I did not mean to disparage your tractor,” Ralph explained. “I only meant the style is seen generally in museums and at expositions of historical farm and transportation equipment.”
“In museums?” Hali said. “I purchased my Farlow less than two years past.”
Raising his hands palms out, Ralph said, “It seems we have gotten off on the wrong foot.” The Inner Ralph commented, If she is always this argumentative, she and we should get along famously. Ralph said, “I apologize if I have offended you.” -- You’re apologizing for offending somebody? How many times have you said you don’t get offended, you get pissed off? A hundred dozen?
“I am not offended,” Hali said. “I don’t get offended.”
Ralph broke out his best smile then and said, “I’m glad to hear that, because I don’t get offended by anything. I get pissed off, but I do not get offended.” He stuck out his hand.
Hali laughed as she again presented a firm grip and enthusiasm. “It seems we have something in common.”
Hali’s fireman called out, “Are you now friends?”
“Yes, we are,” Hali replied.
The fireman said, “Than I shall return the rifle to its proper place?”
“Yes,” Hali said. “By all means, do so.” She said to Ralph, “Emma Lee is my apprentice. I decided to take no chances with meeting you.”
“I understand,” Ralph said. Leaning forward, he said, “Do not tell Emma Lee, but at first sight, I thought she was a young man.”
“Oh, no, not at all,” Hali said, laughing. Then, her demeanor became serious. “At times, we women find it necessary to be forceful.” She shifted her weight. “May I ask a question?”
“Of course,” Ralph said.
Hali said, “A few miles back, we came across an unusual sight.”
Here we go, Inner Ralph said.
When Ralph made no comment, Hali continued. “Emma Lee and I found the bodies of six prairie pirates about forty paces from the road.”
“Prairie pirates?”
“That is what the newspapers call them. I call them brigands and bandits. Murderers. People who allow their opinions to be formed by writers and such have begun to use the phrase ‘prairie pirates’ because of its alliteration and because they believe such usage makes them seem informed and important.”
Ralph squared his step. In for a penny, Inner Ralph said. “I killed them.”
“You killed them?”
“Yes,” Ralph said, nodding. “They saw me on the road. They pulled sabers and charged. So I shot them.”
“Each bandit had two bullet holes.”
“You fired twelve rounds.”
“I did.”
“From a rifle? And you had time to reload?”
“With a pistol,” Ralph said. “May I show you the weapon?”
“By all means,” Hali said. “I have never seen a twelve-shot pistol.”
Ralph glanced at the tractor and then said, “Emma Lee won’t shoot me, will she?”
Hali laughed. She called out, “Emma Lee! Check the brake and then join Mister Kroder and me.”
“All right,” the girl said. “You want me to bring the rifle?”
“No,” Hali said. “Just yourself.”
Ralph waited while Emma Lee walked from the tractor. He judged the girl to be seventeen or so. Like Hali, Emma Lee wore a cap of thick blue cotton, dark blue overalls over a long sleeved blue shirt and brown lace-up boots. And, like Hali, Emma wore a holstered pistol. She was as tall as Hali, but more slender.
Ralph took the Colt Commander from the holster at the small of his back. He dropped the magazine into his left hand, and then handed the magazine to Hali, saying, “Hold that please.” He locked the slide back.
Emma Lee picked up the ejected round. She held it between her forefinger and thumb. “It’s heavy.” She returned the round to Ralph.
“Thank you,” Ralph said as he took the round. “It’s a little smaller than eleven and a half millimeters.”
“May I?” Hali asked, extending her right hand.
“Of course,” Ralph said. He gave Hali the pistol and took back the magazine, inserting the ejected round while Hali inspected the pistol.
“It has good balance” Hali said. “May I let the slide go forward?” When Ralph answered in the affirmative, Hali held the slide with her left hand and released the catch with her right thumb. She eased the slide forward and then took a two-handed stance, aiming at the willow tree. She nodded. “Good sights.”
“It’s a smaller model of an old design,” Ralph said. “The older one had smaller sights, which some people find difficult to use.” She returned the pistol to Ralph.
Emma Lee said, “May I look at it?”
“Yes,” Ralph said.
The girl took the same stance as had Hali. She returned the pistol to Ralph, saying, “The bandits’ pistols are lighter.”
Ralph loaded the Colt, put the weapon on safe and returned it to the holster. He said, “You checked the bodies and weapons?”
“We did,” Hali said. She looked away.
Emma Lee said, “We had a difficult time dragging the bodies to the tractor and getting them loaded.”
Ralph glanced at the tractor. “The bodies are in the wood wagon?” When Emma Lee made no response, Ralph looked at Hali.
“We’re taking them to Riverport.”
“Where’s that?”
Hali nodded to the southeast. “About five more hours that way.”
“Huh,” Ralph said. “Is there a reward on pirates?”
“Reward?” Hali said.
“A bounty.”
“Oh,” Hali said. She nodded. “There is a bounty. Ten zlotneys for a dead pirate, fifteen zlotneys for a live one.”
“And for the weapons and equipment?”
“Ten zlotneys for each rifle, fifteen for each pistol, five for each revolver and eight for each saber.” She waved a hand. “We will get probably thirty zlotneys total for their boots. Around two hundred seventy zlotneys.” She looked at Ralph. “We will share the bounty, if you like.” She made a small shrug. “We’ll take seventy percent.”
“You want a seventy-thirty split,” Ralph said. Hali nodded. Ralph said, “I shot them.”
Hali set her jaw. “And Emma Lee and I carried the bodies and weapons to the wood wagon. Loading all that weight was not easy.”
Ralph said, “You both look like strong women.”
Emma Lee chimed in. “It wasn’t easy.”
“Huh,” Ralph said. “What about the saddles and bridles?”
“We loaded those as well.”
“And?” Ralph said.
Hali made an exaggerated sigh and put a hand on a hip. “We will get one hundred and twenty zlotneys.”
“So we are up to three hundred ninety zlotneys.”
“Yes.” Hali said. “Approximately.”
“Okay,” Ralph said. “Here’s what I will do. Considering your and Emma Lee’s work dragging the bodies and loading all the weapons and stuff into the wood wagon, and that you will handle delivering everything to the proper authorities or whoever, I will take one hundred fifty zlotneys.” – Don’t you want to find out how much a zlotney is?
Hali put both hands on her hips. “One hundred twenty-five.”
“No,” Ralph said, shaking his head. “I think a fifty-fifty split would be fair. But, considering the work you and Emma Lee have done and the administrative work you will do, I will agree to receiving thirty-seven and one-half percent. Yet you offer thirty-percent. That is not very charitable of you.”
“Charitable?” Hali said. “If you want charity, you should find the nearest poor farm and ask for work.” She leaned forward. “One hundred and thirty.”
“Not a chance,” Ralph said. “I’m out twelve rounds of forty-five-caliber auto ammunition, which I cannot replace here. Plus, I am owed something because my life was on the line.” He touched his chest. “The bandits tried to kill me. I killed them. All you did was pick up stuff I left for you. One hundred fifty zlotneys, and not a penny less.”
“What is a penny?”
Sighing, Ralph said, “It is the lowest value coin in my country.”
“Huh,” Hali said. “The smallest coin here is the zelazny.”
“That is good to know,” Ralph said, nodding. “For my part of the bounty, I will take one hundred fifty zlotneys and not one zelazny less.” – Inner Ralph laughed and said, Good move!
Hali said, “Would you consider one hundred forty?”
“No,” Ralph said.
“You are robbing me!”
“Not at all,” Ralph said. “I am not even taking what is my due. I am proposing a little more than one-third what you and I will receive for my ridding the country of six dangerous men.” He raised a hand. “Now if you want, I am certain you and I can argue our cases before a judge or magistrate or some other official who adjudicates disputes. I am sure he or she would take no more than ten percent or twenty percent of your and my bounty for settling our disagreement.”
In Hali’s eyes Ralph saw the math wheels turning. As a woman of business, Hali was familiar with a magistrate’s dealings. It could be, Ralph figured, each individual magistrate set his or her own percentage in cases concerning money. Or, the rate might be set by a regional, provincial or national parliament, congress or wearer of a crown. Whoever set the rates, Hali more than likely would receive a greater share from a private agreement with Ralph.
“Very well,” Hali finally said. “One hundred fifty zlotneys.”
Ralph grabbed her hand, shaking it as confirmation of his and her agreement, before she asked for addendum. “Good,” he said. “I get one-fifty, you and Emma Lee get two-fifty, or thereabouts.”
Hali let go his hand. “You pay taxes on your part, and I pay taxes on mine.”
“Agreed,” Ralph nodded. Inner Ralph said, What about the horses? To Hali, Ralph said, “What would the horses be worth, if we could round them up?”
“Thirty zlotneys each,” Hali replied.
“Dang!” Ralph exclaimed. “That would put our total at five hundred seventy zlotneys.”
“It would,” Hali said, nodding. She waited for Ralph to make a suggestion concerning the horses.
Ralph looked at Emma Lee. “What do you think?”
           Emma Lee looked confused. “About what?”
“The horses,” Ralph said.
“Well, uh, they’re out there.” Emma Lee pointed over her shoulder.
“What should we do about them?”
Emma Lee looked at Hali. “Do I get a say?”
“I don’t know,” Hali said.
Ralph said, “Why shouldn’t she?”
“She is my apprentice fireman,” Hali said.
“How old are you?” Ralph asked.
Blushing, Emma Lee said, “I am fifteen.”
“Do you think you should get a say?”
Emma Lee shoved her hands into her pockets. She looked first at Hali, and then at Ralph. “I don’t – No.” She shook her head. “I am not a citizen of standing. I don’t own property. I am not at an age of majority.” She shook her head again. “No, I don’t have a say-so.”
“All right, then,” Ralph said. “It’s pretty obvious we can’t do anything about the horses now.” He sighed. “There is plenty of grass. I hope they can find water.”
Hali said, “The river is about five miles from where you killed the bandits. The horses will find it.”
“All right, then,” Ralph said. “What’s our next step?”

Britain and not the rule of law

Britain’s supreme court ruled that the prime minister had no authority to dismiss Parliament.

Three years ago, voters said “Yes” to leaving the European Union. The elite then began undermining the will of the people, and that deep state decision is now successful.

“And so those 11 judges join the pantheon of left-wing heroes alongside John Bercow, Philip Hammond, that intellectually stunted hypocrite John Major and, of course, Tony Blair — all people who, in normal times, the deranged left would like to see swinging from lampposts. But the liberal left has found itself part of the establishment, in its affluence, in its loathing of Brexit, in its epic contempt for the people — and so has used every possible means whatsoever to thwart the wishes of the electorate. It took big money, big business and unelected institutions, the BBC hammering away with its relentless propaganda in the background, the civil service working copiously behind the scenes — everything co-opted to prevent us leaving.

“This is not a conspiracy theory. It is not fake news. It is precisely what has happened. A liberal elite which cannot bear to be gainsaid has used every instrument available to it — lawyers (82 per cent pro-Remain), the BBC (probably 90 per cent pro-Remain) and, of course, parliament (75 per cent pro-Remain on 23 June 2016). And the ironies abound: it is the Leavers who were anti-democratic in wishing to bypass parliament, a verdict with which the justices happily concurred. A twisting of the truth until it was turned completely on its head.”

(It is a good thing, that such a decision would never happen under the American system. Except it could. A Democratic-appointed majority could rule on people's decisions, bending decisions against democracy.)

Friday, September 27, 2019

Can Democrats get dumber, Chapter Of Course They Can

Portland, Oregon, bans urinals in public buildings.

City says urinal ban is respect for "shared values."

"The City of Portland banned urinals in the remodeled Portland Building.
"The total remodel will cost taxpayers $195,000,000. A spokeswoman said she did not have a break out on how much the bathroom work cost.
"She also said no one from the city was available to talk about banning the urinals."

What the city spokeswoman meant was: "I don't know. Nobody is going to tell you. Just shut up and do as you're told."

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

How stupid are Democrats, Chapter A Bunch

California assemblycritter wants ban on semi-automatic ammunition.

Rebecca Bauer-Kahn: “You can’t get the semi-automatic ammunition here in California.”

Link at

She should get with Rep.Sheila Jackson Lee (D-TX) and work out a ban on that .50-caliber AR-15 ammunition.

Bauer-Kahn's reference to "the semi-automatic ammunition" is especially indicative of her knowledge (none) of guns and ammunition. 

Monday, September 23, 2019

If black Americans need to fear violence from white Americans …

… then how to explain that in 2018, 90% of interracial violent crimes were black on white?

And, “Blacks are also overrepresented among perpetrators of hate crimes—by 50 percent—according to the most recent Justice Department data from 2017; whites are underrepresented by 24 percent. This is particularly true for anti-gay and anti-Semitic hate crimes.

Democrats don’t want to hear those numbers or recognize those numbers. To believe facts and numbers and act on that belief would cause Democrats to abandon a long-established part of the party’s platform: White racism is a danger to blacks. That platform, that accusation, is false. In other words, Democrats lie and refuse to hear the truth.

Sunday, September 22, 2019

There is something about the girl that isn’t quite right

Greta Thunberg.

Her age, 16, can’t be counted against her, except that no 16-year-old knows anything. Except every 16-year-old knows everything.

Maybe she is an alien. Or a mechanical masquerading as a human.

Thunberg. Thunberg.

That’s it! That’s it!

She is a Borg! Berg –Borg!

Democrats insist Swedish high school girl knows all about climate change.

“WASHINGTON, D.C.—The government wants you to take climate change seriously, like really bad. So bad in fact, that they showed how very serious they are about the ‘climate crisis’ by inviting a foreign high school kid as their star climate witness.

"’Climate change is a real, super serious thing,’ said Rep. Kathy Castor of Florida at a hearing at which the high schooler had been invited to testify before the legislative body. ‘And to let you know that this is something that mature adults need to address---mostly by giving me more money and power---here is a 16-year-old girl we are going to exploit for maximum emotional impact.’
“The girl then gave her testimony, though she was interrupted multiple times by Democrats breaking into tears and screaming, ‘THINK OF THE CHILDREN!’
"’As you can see, this is obviously an issue of reason and science, and also anyone who would dare disagree with a high school kid on this is a denier,’ Rep. Castor said as the student's testimony concluded.
“At publishing time, liberals in Congress had clarified that climate change was serious enough for you to change your lifestyle, but not serious enough for them to change theirs.”

(The part of her testimony I saw, the Borg said she really had nothing to say, so she placed on the table a scientific study and said we should listen to the science and not to emotion. Or something.

(Other than her assurance the world should do as she says, because ... Well, because politicians say she is so, like, smart, what bugs me most is the look of smugness in every picture. Her mama and her daddy did her no favors in her upbringing.)

Saturday, September 21, 2019

A couple of poems from 46 years ago

And Crown Thy Good

We stood for the songs
And waved the banners
And voted in the elections
And fought the wars
And paid the taxes
And raised our children
And retired
And died
So our children could stand for the songs
And wave the banners
And …

(1973 cynical college student)

Flaming Tongues from Above

“Then Samuel took a stone and set it up between Mizpah and Shen, and called its name Ebenezer (Stone of Help), saying, ‘Thus far the Lord has helped us.’” – 1 Samuel 7:12.

As a monument we raised you
For ourselves,
For those who loved you,
For those who never knew you.

Raise we now our Ebenezer,
That others might never forget.

As the tales of war are numbered,
So are the ways of death.
Some there are who ease into death,
Slide into the darkness
That some day will become light.
Others rage, battle the angel
Who comes for them.
Some of us
Have seen the angel,
Met him face to face.
We refused to shake his hand.
We had a choice.

The screams of those who feared,
The curses of those who raged …
One voice,
A shout, yet a whisper,
That tickles our ears,
Sears our souls,
Reminds us of who you were,
Who we will be,
One day.

Friday, September 20, 2019

Seems like every day I ask, ' Can Democrats get any dumber?'

And every day, the answer is “Yes, they can.”

“I've held an AR-15 in my hand, I wish I hadn’t,” Texas Democrat Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee claims to an approving media while trying to get House members to “flood” the Senate and demand new citizen disarmament edicts. “It is as heavy as 10 boxes that you might be moving and the bullet that is utilized, a .50 caliber, these kinds of bullets, need to be licensed and do not need to be on the street.”

Link at knuckledraggin

Thursday, September 19, 2019

Chapter 13, The Amazing Adventures of Ralph Kroder

A matter of numbers

       Specialist Carlton Wong one day said, “I’ve been thinking, Sarge.”
       Wong made his announcement while sitting in the driver’s seat of Platoon Sergeant Ralph Kroder’s Stalker armored personnel carrier and wiping down the vehicle instrument panel. Ralph sat on a bench seat in the cargo compartment, filling out daily after-action forms, noting ammunition expended, fuel used, mileage readings for each of the platoon’s six vehicles, MREs consumed, friendly WIA, friendly KIA and noting “None” in the block “Recommendations for future operations.”
       “How’s your hand?” Ralph asked as he printed Wong’s name, rank and duty position in the WIA section of the form.
       Wong studied the back of his left hand. He flexed his fingers. “It’s okay.”
       “You got full use of it?”
       Wong laughed and then said, “I drove back here to the FOB, didn’t I?”
       “You did,” Ralph said. “And I appreciate that.” Wong had raised the driver’s seat and had the upper third of his body outside the protective armor in order to watch highway traffic when the Somali sniper fired at the vehicle. Ralph and everybody else in the platoon knew the sniper had fired from a mosque tower several blocks from the highway. None of the platoon’s soldiers returned fire, although every gun had aimed at the tower. No one saw an actual person in any of the tower’s six windows. Rules of engagement prohibited return fire unless a specific shooter in a specific location could be identified. Staff Sergeant Ben Golden, squad leader of First Squad, had asked over the radio, “Why don’t we just shoot up the whole goddam town and be done with it?” That radio transmission led to a short counseling session of Golden by the LT. Golden defended his transmitted question by saying, “The fucking ragheads shot one of us, Sir!” The LT reminded Golden that Wong was his soldier, as was every soldier in the platoon. Ralph had been present at the counseling, but did not interfere with the LT’s remarks nor with Golden’s reply. The LT reiterated the rules of engagement and then reminded Golden of proper radio procedures. Golden admitted he had violated those procedures. He vowed he would not do so again. After counseling and then dismissing Golden to return to his duties, the LT asked Ralph, “What do you think, Sergeant Kroder?” Ralph replied, “You were professional and to the point, Sir. You identified the mistake, told Staff Sergeant Golden why he was wrong, and you told him how to fix the problem so it doesn’t occur again.” Ralph smiled then and said, “In other words, you done good, Sir.”

       Wong’s wound had not been serious, in the sense that some bullet wounds do not incapacitate a soldier. Ralph figured Wong had temporary limited use of the hand, but he would not replace Wong in the driver’s compartment unless Wong’s driving abilities posed a danger to the vehicle. The sniper bullet had scoured across the back of Wong’s hand. The wound was painful, but doctors said he would fully recover after a week or so of stiffness. Wong had protested when Ralph said he would receive a Purple Heart Medal. After listening to Wong for a time, Ralph said, “I don’t care whether you want a Purple Heart or not. You’re going to get one because the whole platoon knows you earned it. End of discussion.” From a personal and Army standpoint, Ralph did not want anyone anywhere, at any time claim Wong had not been awarded an earned medal, especially a Purple Heart.
       Now, Wong cleaned the instrument panel, using his unwounded right hand, and he said, “You know, Sarge, the Army ought to put a head count on a soldier’s tour.”
       Ralph folded the completed forms and slid the forms into a cargo pocket. “What kind of head count?”
       “Well, you know. You kill so many ragheads, you get to go home.”
       “Huh,” Ralph said. “How many ragheads?”
       “I don’t know,” Wong said. “Maybe twenty, twenty-five.”
       “That’s a lot of killing.”
       Wong considered Ralph’s statement. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
       Ralph said, “I doubt the whole platoon has killed twenty-five since we got here four months ago.”
       “Okay,” Wong said. “How about ten or fifteen?”
       “You think that’s enough?”

       “It should be enough,” Wong said. “If forty of us haven’t killed twenty-five in four months, well, that’s a percentage to work from.”
       “Okay,” Ralph said. “Let’s work from that, say twenty dead ragheads in four months and forty of us. The platoon doesn’t have forty anymore, but we’ll go with forty, for mathematical calculation purposes. Okay?”
       “Sure,” Wong said. He finished cleaning the gauges and turned in his seat, facing Ralph.
       “Okay,” Ralph said. “Twenty dead ragheads in four months means five a month, right?”
       Wong considered the numbers. He grinned. “I see where you’re going, Sarge. It would take a long time for a soldier to get ten dead ragheads.”
       “It would,” Ralph said. “Plus, we’d have to have an umpire, somebody to assign kills. You get five guys shooting at the same raghead, does the umpire give the credit to the closest shooter? Or maybe to the known best marksman. You fired expert with your rifle before we deployed. How many ragheads have you fired at since we got here?”
       “Uh, maybe five,” Wong said.
        "How many did you hit?"
        "Honestly, Sarge, I don't know."
       “You’ve been busy driving, which is your primary job, right?”
       “Right,” Wong said.
       “And then there are artillery soldiers. They can kill a bunch of ragheads in a single fire mission. You want to send home a whole gun crew?”
       “Probably not.”
       “Or an A-10 pilot?”
       “I see your point.”
       Ralph stood. He picked up his rifle and walked bent over to the rear of the Stalker. He looked back at Wong. “I’m glad you are giving thought to things. A soldier who doesn’t think – Well, I’d rather not have him around.” He patted his left leg. “Now I’ve got to turn in paperwork to the first sergeant so we can get everything we need to keep the platoon going.”
       “All right, Sergeant Kroder,” Wong said. “Thanks for listening.”
       “Anytime,” Ralph said. "That's what platoon sergeants are for."

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

Texas towns make abortion illegal

In two tiny Texas towns, abortion is now illegal.

The cities of Omaha and Naples, both with populations hovering around 1,000 people, joined the ranks as the second and third cities in the Lone Star State to pass ordinances making it a criminal offense to abort babies at any stage in pregnancy.

“Because of the Omaha/Naples Ordinance, no abortion clinic will ever be able to move into these cities in the great State of Texas,” Mark Lee Dickson, Director of Right to Life of East Texas, said, according to Faithwire. “Everyone voted in favor of the ordinance with the exception of one.”

The ordinance is the strictest possible law, not granting any exceptions in the case of rape or incest. Emergency contraception, such as Plan B, are also illegal. The cities are calling themselves “sanctuary cities for the unborn.”

Waskom, Texas, became the first sanctuary city for the unborn earlier this year.
Dickson started his pro-life campaign after becoming frustrated with Austin elected officials not passing any “meaningful legislation that protects unborn life.”

“This is why we had to take things into our own hands and take it to the grassroots level,” Dickson told Fox News. “Due to the recent pro-life legislation in Louisiana being so strong and due to the risk of an abortion clinic one day moving to Waskom, Texas, we decided to do something to protect the city, which was passing an ordinance outlawing abortion in Waskom, Texas.”

“What city, what county, what state, is saying to the federal government, ‘Here, we will no longer murder our babies?’” Rusty Thomas, national director of Operation Save America, said to Fox News.

According to Dickson, “many other cities have shown interest in outlawing abortion. There are already other cities here in Texas who are placing a similar ordinance on their agenda for a vote at their next meeting.” According to the Sanctuary Cities for the Unborn website, interested cities include Mineral Wells, Gilmer, Abilene, and Mount Vernon.

(I grew up in the country outside Omaha and Naples, and I applaud the life-saving votes.) 

She's a Democrat, so she won't see the irony

Ilhan Omar is crying she’s receiving death threats. They’re not death threats. Just some people saying something.

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Government buys off the populace

“We've known conclusively since the Civil War of the 1860s the United States is not a voluntary association. With the states as captive subdivisions, ‘state's rights’ became a phrase with no corresponding reality. This was memorialized a century ago with the end of state governments' constitutional oversight of the central government they created.” --

(The U.S. Senate was to keep an eye on the overall government, while the House of Representatives acceded to the will of the people in individual districts in individual states. Direct election of senators took from states a power recognized as necessary by the writers of the Constitution.

(Rulers in the District of Columbia recognized since the 1861 war that a rebellious people must be defeated and the supporters of strong federal government can be bought.)

She has way too much time and not enough to do

“Recently, I chatted with someone who told me a story about her young niece, who goes to a prestigious preschool and was eating rice with her hands at lunchtime. The feedback her parents received was that this child needed to work on her table manners and use proper cutlery to eat. I immediately felt a rush of anger bubble up inside me when I heard this. The message that eating food with your hands is an unmannered way to eat is a real problem for me because it is dripping with the control and shame of colonization, which is particularly dangerous in an educational context. Suggesting that a child who eats with her hands has no manners is an echo of European colonial powers looking to tame the wildness out of the people they controlled. These European table manners were imposed on conquered people in an attempt to ‘civilize’ them. It’s a damaging message about right and wrong ways to do things. It positions the technique as superior and the people who practise it as setters of the standard, leaving those with a different approach to eating with a status of inferiority. The idea of a single standard of acceptable table manners is just one of a host of strategies used to grow and promote racism. It’s a subtle message but one that is reinforced three times a day, every day, which makes it quite powerful.

Link at

(So if I am at dinner in a country where everybody eats with his/her hands, and I ask for a fork. Haven’t I greatly insulted my hosts? What if I ask where to wash my hands and am told that is not a custom in that land? Again, I have insulted my host. Insisting on cleanliness and specific table manners is used only by racist Westerners.)

Monday, September 16, 2019

Abortionist kept 2,200-plus preserved fetuses in home

“The attorney for Klopfer’s family called authorities on Thursday, when family members found the 2,246 fetal remains as they went through Klopfer’s home in unincorporated Will County, according to the Sherrif’s Office. Klopfer died Sept. 3.

“Sheriff’s deputies, crime scene investigators and the county coroner went to the home, found the remains and took possession.

“Will County authorities said there was no evidence that medical procedures were conducted on the property, and the family is cooperating in the investigation. Will County is about 45 miles southwest of Chicago.

“Klopfer was a longtime doctor at the Women’s Pavilion clinic in South Bend, where he provided abortions for decades. He also performed abortions at clinics in Gary and Fort Wayne. He was believed to be Indiana’s most prolific abortion doctor, with thousands of procedures in multiple counties over several decades.”

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Take that, Democrats!

A friend told me about his trip out with his grandson. This is what he said.

"Last week, I took my grandchildren to a restaurant. My 6 year-old grandson asked if he could say grace.

“As we bowed our heads he said, 'God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food and I would thank you even more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert. And liberty, peace & justice for all. Amen!’

“Along with the laughter and nodding of heads from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman at the next table remark, ‘That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why -- I never!’

“Hearing this, my grandson burst into tears and asked me, ‘Did I do it wrong Grandpa? Is God mad at me?’

“After I assured him that he had done a terrific job and that God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my grandson and said, ‘I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.’

“’Really?" my grandson asked.

"’Cross my heart,’ the man replied. Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), ‘Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is sometimes good for the soul.’

“Naturally, I bought my grandchildren ice cream at the end of the meal. My grandson stared at his ice cream for a moment, and then he did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman.

With a big smile he looked her in the eye and told her, "Here ma'am, this is for you, you grouchy old b****. You must be a Democrat, shove it up you’re a** and cool off!"

Kinda brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it! 

H/T Legally Sufficient

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