With the timer counting down on this little ass crack's fifteen minutes..
..I had a couple of thoughts. Firstly, after all is said and done, there will be 2-10 million more ARs in gun safes around the country.
And, secondly, I yearn for the days when the left's villains were real villains (even the women) and were down with the Second Amendment right to keep and bear..
Cinque and the Symbionese Liberation Army prior to the fateful East L.A. Barbecue
Nowadays, we square off against this:
Shit, any of the SLA women could take these faggot fucks -- and that includes Patty Hearst!
POSTSCRIPT: for those not familiar with the cluster fuck that was the The Symbionese Liberation -- those folks behind the Patty Hearst kidnapping -- the Wiki on them is both informative and interesting. As I said above, at least these dickheads sported more testosterone than their current-day faery counterparts. Fer shure.
This is absolutely searing! My heart bleeds for this parent! Mr Pollack has been dead on and rock steady with his message. He refuses to be exploited by either side. However, it is apparent that Mr Pollack is sickened and has been turned away from very much sympathy towards the crisis actors like Hogg and his CNN puppet masters.
That little shit, Hogg? Yes, this is how bad that guy is:
..and, of course, it's produced by the BBC and, of course, they have disabled the comments.
Hogg is a whiny little bitch, becoming supremely annoying, and his fifteen minutes of fame are rapidly running out. Patience for his hectoring is wearing thin. This is clearly becoming a Paul Wellstone moment for the left that they are overplaying badly. The blowback will be mighty.
UPDATE: True to form, Mr Pollack and his son, Meadow's brother, Hunter Pollack, were not asked to appear. In fact, Hunter was dis-invited.
Like the disabled comments, anything to distract form their message does not see the light of day!
Generally and especially nowadays, around the beginning of Spring and usually about two weeks earlier, the rainy season stops and Southern California launches into its more normal cycle of morning gloom and sunny afternoons. Gradually, Spring turns into Summer and the gloom usually gives way to warm mornings and warmer, clearer afternoons. But, unhappily for beach tourists, the sunny beaches do not show up until late July or the middle of August. But the weather is incredibly uneventful and -- frankly -- boring. In fact, were I vacationing in Southern California with the main intent being to hit warm, sunny beaches and ride decent waves, I would plan my vacation for after Labor Day for what can be only described as an Indian Summer. (This warm/hot snap often lasts well into October when the Santa Ana Winds kick up.)
Now people who live in Minnesota or Michigan or North Dakota will think I am nuts, but I frankly enjoy a little drama in my weather. I like rain from the Summer thunder-and-lightening storms that pop up in the warm afternoons to the Spring rains that show up through the end of May.
Infobabe kevetching over impending storm coming to Kern County during recent "Storm Watch"
But here in SoCal, we kiss that goodbye until the late Fall when we pray earnestly that the current episode of teeth-itching, finger-sparking Santa Ana Winds will be the last we see for the season.
Rain here means that we do NOT have to go to the beach, get red, itchy peeling sun burns, and perform the obligatory surfing and tracking gritty sand into our cars. It means we get a free pass to stay indoors to work on more cerebral projects. It means we can go to some bar overlooking the beach and watch the grey soldiers march out of the North and deposit sheets of water onto the scenery while we are safe and warm inside with a beer or Margarita or Jack on the rocks.
Can't touch me, Nor' Easter; I am sheltered.
So when the rains -- what little there are nowadays -- leave with only a hint of promise that they will return in the Fall despite the mindless supplications of the bubble-headed bleach blonde weather babes and blow-dry rip-and-readers, I realize that I will be six months older when the sky clouds up and tinkles on California and makes all the beach crowd despondent and on the brink of suicide because they are deprived of a beach day.
Somehow, I will get over it but I wish I were younger and more energetic..
..so I could pick up and move to some small town on the Oregon or Washington coast where I would rust instead of tan.
The pretentious little faery who runs that country up to the North of us made a huge fool of himself during a recent visit to India on what was allegedly an effort to seal a "billion dollar trade deal" between Canada and India. During the course of that, Mr Politically Correct engaged in weapons grade cultural appropriation and generally embarrassed the hearty folks who harvest lumber up in the freezing wilderness.
When the little trouser snake blew into Inja's Sunny Climes he and his clan were fully decked out like The Rajah of Rinsewater and family. Here are some acerbic tidbits from The People's Cube and other places about this screamingly pretentious asshole.
What a fucking horse's ass. This is the same guy who presumed to lecture his countrymen persons on how to referr to humankind.
(It should not go uncommented that the little simp girl who was talking to Prime Minister Frilly Panties was nothing special herself, by the way!)
Of course, Paul Jospeh Watson deconstructed the farce that Canada has become.
..all this reminds me of the infamous Monty Python sketch.
I will leave it there. Trudeau turns my stomach!
No,wait! One last little tidbit! That billion dollar trade deal with India? well it turns out that it was Canada giving India $750 billions and them getting $250 billions!
So, I guess the Indians bent the little faery over an had their way with him, didn't they?
Latest breaking ion the shooting at Central Michigan University where reports are that an enraged white racist brandishing a "Fully semi-automatic AR-15 assault rifle" drilled a couple of students and fled the scene.
So the management at Dick's Sporting Goods are going to stop "Assault Style Weapons" in the wake of the Florida #MeToo P.R. fest by little shits like Hogg and the woefully inept Sheriff Isfake. (See my previous posts on these two pathetic characters.)
Anyway, the CEO appeared on the pathetic Good Morning America -- haven for coffee-deprived housewives until they can crack their box of Chablis and hunker down with the quad-cunts at The View or get sloshed to Oprah! giving away Dodge vans -- and said the was going to pull these items off the shelf.
So the tangential, self-righteous posturing over "assault style weapons" and stricter gun control continues and, with the Democrats losing on every other front from DACA to trying to shout down the new tax law as a "favor the rich" boondoggle, they are hanging their hat on this one and their "Hate Trump" mantra for the 2018 elections.
Pretty thin gruel, in my opinion. Once people realize that the basic message is "government fucked up at every level so you need to surrender one of your Constitutional rights", the blow back will similar to the wave of indignation that swept Trump into office over Frau Oven Mitt.
In the mean time, this little virtue signalling effort by Dick's sure has -- like the Wiener episodes of the past -- opened up the double-entendre opportunities!
Here's a couple I did. Feel free to purloin and distribute!
The asshole sheriff of Broward County not the country of brave souls who have stood up to the Mideast goat humpers since the day of their independence in 1947. The former is a self-centered, self-adoring fatuous dick head totally incapable of understanding the concept of command responsibility. Anyway, to cut to the chase, here is an interview he did with Jake Tapper the other day where all of his inadequacies surface below and in its entirety. To his credit, Tapper does a credible job asking searing questions of this fatuous, bloviating, self-adoring prig.
It's 28 minutes long (fireworks start at the 19:00 mark) and painful to listen to in some points but it make the fact that this idiot should be relieved of his job immediately if not sooner.
I have pretty much been so angry at the bullshit going down in Florida with the left -- ignoring the epic failure of government at all levels -- insist that we must sacrifice OUR Second Amendment rights to somehow compensate for their incompetence. Reinforcing my anger are the antics of several of the crisis actors who float to the surface like so many undigested turds in an open septic tank.
Chief among is David Hogg -- someone I hereinafter refer to The Little Shit.
Anyway, so I see this smarmy little shit has fallen back on the universal argument reserved for the left when they founder: so-and-so is a draft-dodger.
Funny how convenient that criticism is when spewed by punk-assed little shit millennials who were not even alive when The Draft actually meant a fairly healthy prospect that you would end up being called up for military service and, potentially, sacrificing your life and career for your country. (I served in the 10 years in the USAF in lieu of being drafted and being sent to VN in the U. S. Army. Three of my friends were killed serving in VN.)
In point of fact, Donald Trump is serving his country by voluntarily putting his life and family on hold for a decade. The two years of campaigning and, potentially, eight years of service as POTUS at a point in his life instead of living with his family were living very comfortably after workign hard to build his businesses. Now he faces a hectic, thankless job FOR NO PAY (donating his salary) where he is reviled by and unhinged media and part of the population like this little pile of diarrhea.
..and Ben Shapiro dissects The Little Shit's mewlings in defending the police who essentially showed up at the high school thinking it was Free Donut Day or something:
Personally, I wish The Little Shit -- Hogg not Ben Shapiro -- would crawl off and die somewhere.
