Socialist oathbreakers who deserve a noose for $1000, Alex

Senator Elizabeth Warren has undertaken a cause against Amazon that should deliver a chill instantly, whether you have a Prime membership or not. In the tradition of her party always looking to leverage a crisis, Warren is targeting the monolithic retailer to take action and restrict access to products, in the name of pandemic protections. This does have a veil of propriety in that she mentions concerns with potential counterfeit medical supplies, but then she resorts to overreach as she also wants to restrict published works under the same guise of safety.
Same as a bunch of others: took an oath to uphold the Constitution which she had no intention of living up to, because power.

Lamppost, rope, politician...

At this point it's probably too late to start shooting the bastards,

but definitely time to start decorating lampposts and trees.  In Australia, it's probably too late for much of anything to do any good, too many of the inmates want to remain in the penal colony, because 'safety'.
Australians should also learn from their experience that even a liberal democratic government is not immune from using fear to control its citizens and intrude on civil liberties while expanding its power. In addition, there are signs the Australian government won’t give its power and control back even after the current crisis is over.

Morrison’s government is considering a social credit system to combat “online abuse.” Under the plan, police would have access to individuals’ social media accounts, which would be linked to people’s passports. Another country that uses a social credit system to dictate its citizen’s behaviors is Communist China.

Australia offers a cautionary tale of how an open and free society will quickly become dystopian because of fear. We Americans shouldn’t relax because our governments’ COVID-19 restrictions often haven’t gotten as extreme as Australia’s. Instead, we must treat what has happened to Australia as a warning.
Australia knows: too many of them enjoy the taste of licking the boot.  Too damn many for comfort here in the US, too.

Sooner or later some Taliban asshat, with or without orders, is going to kill people

including some US citizen/s, and they'll publicize it in a way Biden & Handlers can't dismiss.

Wonder how they'll try to spin that?

And if a bunch of relatives of missing/known still in A-stan people march on the White House, will that become 'the worst insurrection since the Civil War!' ?

Clearing some stuff out is going to take time

Dad had a tendency to buy extras of stuff like screwdrivers and pliers and such; knowing how they wear out or get damaged or lost(especially the small ones), he'd find a set on sale and put them away.  So there are multiples of a lot of stuff to put together for later action.  Throw in the shop being a sheet-metal building and getting pretty hot, a lot of stuff there is going to have to wait until cooler weather.  Some of it may need extra hands as well.

So many reminders.  And the cat, who at times looks at me like "Why are you in that chair and not him?"  

It'll get done.

How effing stupid are the covidiots?

...The New York Post reports that a 22-year-old senior at Rutgers University, Logan Hollar, was locked out of his Rutgers email account and prevented from registering for classes because he failed to provide proof of vaccination against COVID. This happened despite the fact that all of Logan’s classes are conducted online and he does not physically show up at the campus, which is roughly seventy miles from his home.
Yep.  This effing stupid.

A Rutgers spokesperson gave some very confusing answers about why a student taking only online classes would be barred but admitted that it had been done. She also said that they informed Logan of the process whereby he could apply for an exemption for medical or religious reasons, but neither of those may apply in his case. Also, the exemption request process will take up to four weeks.
'Higher' Education in action.

Second, Fauci and his friend running EcoHealth Alliance need to be dragged into a court

and charged for their lying under oath. 

For a beginning.

and I'd imagine a bunch of people at the CDC, and some Democrats, need to be put under oath* and asked some very pointed questions.

These assholes knowingly helped the PRC work on biological weapons research.  There really needs to be some kind of price paid for that.



*I know, right now they can keep lying under oath with little fear of actual consequences.  That really needs to change.

First, a fine example of politicians who should be decorating a lamppost, along with further proof of the evil of socialized medicine

Australian Labor party Leader Daniel Andrews and Premier of Victoria made headlines again this weekend over his latest outrageous pandemic rule.

Daniel Andrews told Australians they would receive no healthcare unless they were vaccinated for the coronavirus.
Yes, he's a socialist asshole.

As has been noted, an insurance company can say "For X reason we will not pay for this treatment"; the company cannot tell you you're not allowed to receive treatment.  But the .gov can.

In which our State Dept keeps lying its ass off,

expecting that to keep them from being held accountable as they should for their lousy performance in this mess.*
Responding to claims that it is blocking flights carrying Americans and lawful permanent residents (LPRs) from leaving Mazar-i-Sharif (MAZ) airport in Afghanistan, the Biden administration’s State Department reportedly admitted that it has few resources available to facilitate the evacuation and that they have no “reliable” information about the trapped flights.
...
A State Department official, however, told the Washington Free Beacon that the State Department’s hands are tied and that they have no resources on the ground to assist or even to provide reliable information on the passengers.

“We do not have personnel on the ground, we do not have air assets in the country, we do not control the airspace—whether over Afghanistan or elsewhere in the region,” the official told the Free Beacon. “We understand the concern that many people are feeling as they try to facilitate further charter and other passage out of Afghanistan.”
IF- and that's a big 'if'- they're telling the truth about 'no resources', that means they and the intelligence clowns and the Woke Generals have another serious fuckup they're responsible for.


*And a bunch of others for which they should be publicly flogged before being fired and banned from any sort of employment or connection with the .gov for the rest of their damned lives.

One of the things our idiot elites tried to do was push Gay Pride Month on Afghanistan;

which, as Lawdog notes, was done by people either ignorant of history or so effing stupid that they actually believed that "I will get the message through and cause these primitive peoples to think as nicely(by my definition) as I!"(My way of wording it)
Come about 1994, and one of these graduates got a severe case of the ass at the rampant sexual excesses of the Afghan warlords, got three or four dozen of his madrassa buddies together, and hung one of said warlords from the barrel of a tank gun.

This graduate — name of Muhammad Umar — quickly got himself a vision, announced that he — personally — was going to end bacha bazi (the practice of sodomizing young boys), and started thumping paedophiles left, right, and centre.

This got the attention of more madrassa graduates (and the Paki ISI), and before you could turn around twice, Young Umar was in the lead of about 12,000 frothing-at-the-mouth religious students (and a hundred or so ISI agents. For communication and training, of course.), and the non-fanatic locals — finally seeing someone bringing the warlords to heel — starting using Umar and his student as neutral arbiters in all sorts of disputes.

Next thing you know (and to the absolute delight of the Pakistani Inter-Service Intelligence Agency) the tired, fed-up locals were looking at these neutral monkish students and handing the reins of power over to them.
I guarantee a lot of these idiots had no idea of this part of Taliban history.  The ones who did thought it just needed the soothing thoughts and words of themselves to change all that.  Which helped get us to this clusterfuck.

I was reminded of some of this by this video of one of said elites showing a 'masterpiece of western art' to a bunch of people(found at Insty)

They seem to consider this 'art' the same way most non-elites in the west do: "Art?  What the hell are you smoking?"

But don't worry, the same kind of elites in charge of that idiocy are currently in charge of our military.

Data is available for review,

you check it out, I need to put an ice pack on part of my anatomy; this back trouble is both figuratively and literally a pain.

Followup on the Post Awful

They delivered it early.  Just before I had to leave, happily, because otherwise it would've been sitting on the porch when it rained.

Oh, that 'just sitting there'?  Apparently 'signature required' is only true when they feel like it.

Wirecutter linked to this

It's not something I'd thought about, but it makes sense.  There have to be some SERIOUSLY pissed-off people out there, not just for themselves but for others, who just might decide to do a little personal and professional payback.

I wouldn't shed a tear if some of the architects of this massive betrayal found themselves in very bad situations.

Why I loathe the Post Awful

"Your package will be delivered by Tuesday next week.
Your package will be delivered Saturday.
Your package is out for deliver by 10am.

Your package is out for delivery by 4:30pm."
Etc.
I'm expecting the next to be something like 'by Tuesday'.

Despite my best efforts, I did remember

to put the data together, so you have something pleasant to look at.

Our Pentagon at work...

Leave many thousands of people at the mercy of the enemy, and what are they concerned about now?

These people are trash.

'Success' my ass.

Myers has been working with two other retired Marines, Katy Garroway of Maryland and Rico Reyes of Texas. In the final grim 12 hours in Kabul, no matter what anyone in military leadership or President Joe Biden said, no Americans who reached the airport were able to get out, Myers said.

“Within that last 12 hours, I had four buses of American citizens outside the gate," he said. "They were mostly pregnant women and babies, including a child with spina bifida, just all packed together waiting at the gate.”

Myers said his team paid off the Taliban with a big bribe to allow their buses to go through. “They got to the gate, and there was an aid organization that was supposed to meet us with representatives, with the rosters, and to tell the Taliban to expect them.”

The aid organization didn’t show up.

“I, in panic mode, called, and called, and called all my Marine networks, I got the number for one of the top commanders down there explained the situation and we got in a big argument when he told me the Taliban makes the calls down here,” said Myers.

They never got out.
...
But the weight of not getting someone, anyone out is crushing to them. “Telling people, 'I can't help you save your family,' isn’t anything I ever anticipated. But going through spreadsheets and saying this family can live because they have four members and I have four seats, but this family can't because they have five members, and I don't have enough seats…” he says, his voice dropping.

“We should not be doing this. We should not be the ones having to do this. This should have been taken care of by the government. I'm literally telling people that their families are going to die because I don't have space for them.”

The operation has become clandestine since the U.S. military abandoned thousands of American citizens, green card holders, and journalists to the Taliban.

It seems that a lot of parents, for some reason, had problems

with what these leftist assholes were doing with their kids.

I hope the board members leave the meetings with scorched asses.

I haven't seen any other reports on this; if it is correct,

heads need to roll.  And I mean literally.

Know what makes this really bad?  Biden tried to prevent the order to kill bin Laden; compared to that, why would he hesitate to give this one?

Pentagon spokesperson John Kirby refused to talk about it and railed against leaking intelligence.
Which doesn't automatically mean anything, but under the circumstances it sure as hell might.

If it's real, I think that a bunch of people with rank on their shoulders and the Biden handlers & Democrats in general are going to be having fits in the next while, because the one way some people will see to strike at the assholes is to leak stuff.  Which I imagine there is a lot of.

Throw in that there is probably going to be an uptick in terrorist attacks that can't be covered up...  Going to get sporty.

It seems the Pentagon is now claiming Updated

that a lot of the vehicles left behind were disabled.

Sure.  They catch hell for more than a week, and then suddenly out with "Don't worry, those things don't work anymore."

Let's say I have serious doubts.

One more thing:
There are conflicting reports about a bunch of contract service dogs being left behind.  The Pentagon & Co. are saying "We'd never do that!", while some people have said they saw some left behind.  As noted above, after the shit from the Pentagon the last while I have serious doubts about them telling the truth about damn-near anything.

We'll see.  On both, if they're lying, these assholes need to pay a price.  In the case of the dogs, if we can find out how they died, we use that to deal with the assholes.

Update: it appears some of the choppers were damaged; good for the guys who did it.

We also have this crap:
National Security Adviser Jake Sullivan appeared on MSNBC earlier Wednesday and refused to even call the Taliban an “enemy.” He failed to come up with a suitable word for the terrorist group that succored the architects of 9-11 and is reportedly going house-to-house to kill anyone who worked with the United States over the past 20 years.

If you've ever wondered why so many gun owners despise the BATFE,

and call them things like the BATFEIEIO, it's crap like this:
“Let the fun begin,” Gary N. Schaible replied. As an aside, but for context, he’s the ATFer who had to provide testimonial cleanup in 1996 for the head of the National Firearms Act Branch after he was caught on videotape essentially admitting to institutional perjury:

“Let me say that when we testify in court, we testify that the database is 100 percent accurate. That’s what we testify to, and we will always testify to that. As you probably well know, that may not be 100 percent true.”
This is a Professional Federal Agent telling other agents to lie under oath.  Think about that.

And some of them, and a bunch of politicians, wonder why we don't trust them...

Once upon a time, after the first story I stuck up here

for Halloween.  I wrote a followup.  Here it is.

This really did start(continue?) with an ominous knock on the door.

It'd been several months since the events of November; spring was trying to, nothing weird had happened/ran by/flew over, and I'd pretty much stopped worrying about such. Pretty much. I still had the silver-tipped ammo in my carry piece(I did try some in some water jugs, it expanded ok, but I'd still hate to explain the beads to to the cops). Till a day in April. Well, evening.

And yes, there really can be an ominous knock at the door.

Ominous and damn heavy. First thing I did was touch the sidearm, second was think "Crap." (Yes, I was carrying in the house. After that mess I'd been carrying EVERYWHERE I legally could, and some places you're not supposed to; nothing like getting sliced up by a were-something to make you real picky about being armed)

The door was locked, so couldn't just be opened, so for a moment I did debate going out the back; nah, might as well deal with this now, especially if I was spooking at nothing. I looked through the peephole, and that hope went completely to hell. There was BIG out there. The guy who'd been chasing the toothy thing. Black suit and tie, white shirt, sunglasses, and expression fit to scare the livestock just by being there. And, considering the size, I now doubted the deadbolt would hold if he knocked real hard.

Know that 'foot behind the door' thing, to keep someone from shoving it open? Probably wouldn't have done any good, but habits must be maintained, so I did that, opened the door about a foot and said "Yes?"

"I told you not to drink any of it."

Yep, it was him. Voice fit to break gravel. The Day had arrived.

"Well, between that and laying there bleeding out, it seemed worth a try."

"We need to talk."

His hands were empty, though after seeing him move that's not much of a comfort, but I stepped back, opened the door and said "Enter, scary visitor." Yeah, I was amazed myself, not normally being that good at snappy words. Especially when scared. Call it 'scared fatigue', I guess; I'd had bad nights and days wondering what I'd do if this guy or someone like him showed up, and I was all scared-out.

He strode in(proper word for the case), floor creaking a bit(how the hell heavy was he?), and I closed the door and said "Couch or chair, your choice."

He took the couch and sat, to some creaking. "Sit."

"My house, I will when I do. Now, what's on your mind?"

He glared at me- I don't think he liked being disagreed with- and finally said "What did it feel like?"

That did sit me down in the chair, and I thought a moment. "That's easy: Pain." He nodded. "Take every worst pain I've ever had, put them together, and all over my body at once. Worse than anything I've ever known. Or imagined."

He looked at me for a few seconds, then said "Nobody else has ever survived drinking it."

That sank in. I looked down and thought a moment, then looked back up. "I take it there've been a number of people other than you?"

"Some." Flat voice, more overtones of asphalt roller than I've ever heard before.

"If I may ask, how much did they take?"

He scowled at me. "You don't need to know that." A moment more scowling, then "How much did you drink?"

I laughed, probably with overtones of hysteria. "DRINK? There wasn't enough to drink, and I wouldn't have anyway. I saw you drink a slug, and I thought you were going to explode! A drop. A LITTLE one. And that was... well, Pain."

"Nobody else has ever survived it" he repeated. "I want to know how you did."

At that point I was seriously wondering if I could get the .45 out, let alone lined up on him and firing, if he came off the couch with hostile intent. Visions of hospital rooms with guards and restraints started dancing through my head, and I didn't like it. At all.

"You tracked me down, which means you probably know everything about me and- hold on, let's back up a bit: who are you, and who do- WHAT do you work for? And do, other than chasing nightmares, or is that it?"

He started to say something, I'd swear it was "Classified", then stopped, glared a moment, then took a ID case out of his jacket and tossed it to me. I opened it, and studied the card with the picture of Mr. Biggest, which informed me he was Franks and worked for the Monster Control Bureau of the United States...

I truly have no idea how long I sat looking at that, with things running through my mind at about Mach 2. I think every conspiracy theory/monster sighting/"The truth is out there!" I'd ever heard was mixed in. Probably only a few seconds that ended when he took it out of my hands and sat back.

"This visit is both official and not. The 'not' is I want to find out how you drank the Elixer"- you could hear the capital in that word "- and lived."

"Damned if I know." I'd spent time wondering about that stuff, and if the tiny drops I'd taken were the same effect as a shot, and if it was worse did it make you melt after it killed you? "Oddball genetic accident? How much did the deceased have?"

This time I got "Classified." "Fine, then, maybe just not quite enough to kill me? For all I kn- hold on, is it a healing agent of some kind or what?"

"Classified."

"Dammit, how can I guess if I don't KNOW ANYTHING?"

"Guess anyway."

Can't really yell about threats, in that there was no change in his voice, which was threatening just of itself, but it's always pissed me off when someone wants you to tell them stuff but won't tell you anything. "I have an idea, but it depends on the damned answer, so can you give me something?"

Scowl. Finally, "It.. restores." Silence.

"Ok... Maybe it's that I was actually hurt when I took it? That it concentrated on that instead of frying my nervous system?"

It was kind of amazing, really. I'd nearly been ripped open by a toothed and clawed whatever, saved death and maybe ingestion by this guy, healed by this Elixer, and now Biggest/Baddest was sitting in the house having a reasonablly civil conversation. Looking back, I'm really amazed it was going that well; I do remember that 'gut muscles so tight they're quivering a bit' feeling as this part was going on. But I digress, back to the scene.

He thought about that a bit, then finally said "That could be it. Or some combination. Probably never know without testing."

Oh boy. "No." Scowl. "N.O. Never taking that stuff again. Period. I don't care if you wave flags and sing the Star-Spangled Banner. And since national interests have come up, what the hell is the Monster Control Bureau?"

He just looked a few seconds, then said "This is the official part. The thing that attacked you was a supernatural creature-"

"What exactly was it?"

"Don't interrupt. And you don't need to know specifics. The MCB has been in existence a long time, and has been kept secret that entire time because either you stay quiet, or we kill you. If you tell anybody, I'll be back and kill you."

I started laughing, possibly a bit hysterically. "Tell? TELL WHO? Yeah, that'd be a conversation: "I tell you, it was a freakin' werewolf that sliced me up! And this big guy ran it off, and spilled some glowing gold stuff, and I drank some and it HEALED ME! Swear to God!" " I think I actually cackled, "No, thank you, I have no desire to wind up in a rubber-room ward somewhere. So I think your secret is safe here."

"It better be."

"Something does occur, does this Bureau have any oath to the Constitution? Or would that interfere with murdering people?"

He had the best poker face I've ever seen(assuming he didn't just scare people into giving him the pot); I got the feeling he really didn't give a damn about anyone and their opinions, but for some reason decided to say something. "You're ignorant of the facts and history, and in no position to make judgements. It's necessary, and that's all you need to know."

Now, I'm capable of getting really pissed at such, and arguing, but this was one of the times I was able to keep my mouth shut. Though I did ask "What was that thing?" He stared, and I added "That's a reasonable question, both because there's no reason not to tell me, and because I need to know what will kill such? Silver bullets, what?" More stare. "Not going to damage your security to tell me, and if they're out there I might actually need to know."

Stare. "Not a werewolf, call it a variant. Able to partially change in daylight and not at the full moon. Yes, silver, enough of it, will kill it. To be certain you have to kill it, then cut off the head. Preferably throw it in a river."

Part of my was registering "My, how extraordinary! A werewolf offshoot! But silver does work." while the rest of me was kind of gibbering in a corner. Holy SHIT! 'Variant' means-

I finally asked "How much of the folklore critters are real?"

He was debating whether to say anything, other than another 'Classified', but finally said "Most all folklore creatures are either real or based on real beings. No more questions."

I almost said "Fuck THAT!" and started throwing more, but he stood up, and I almost reached for the .45. "Listen. Since I was able to track you down myself I did not report you. If you stay quiet on this, there's no reason for the Bureau to know. Best that way. If they knew someone had survived the Elixer they'd want samples and tests." The visions of hospitals and restraints came back. "One more thing: is there any left?"

Yeah, I could have lied, but why? "Maybe three drops."

"Remember, just because you survived doesn't mean anyone else would."

He walked past me to the door and left, closing it normally behind him.

Not quite late, but

the data didn't get collated until now

There's a number of them