First, the UN Human Rights Council(same kind of dirtbags as the Canadian version) wants the Brits to dump the monarchy:
The UN Human Rights Council said the UK must "consider holding a referendum on the desirability or otherwise of a written constitution, preferably republican".
The council has 29 members including Saudi Arabia, Cuba and Sri Lanka.
It was the Sri Lankan envoy who raised concerns over the British monarchy.
These clowns holding forth on 'human rights' is a frikkin' joke on its' own: for them to make these demands of Britain...
Syrian representatives accused the UK of discriminating against Muslims and Iran complained about the UK's record on tackling sexual discrimination.
Syria bitching about 'discrimination'? In a country where the problem is the islamist porkpokers are given so much latitude that it's disgusting? And IRAN? says the UK has problems with SEX DISCRIMINATION? Admittedly the UK doesn't hang homosexuals for existing, and doesn't hang 14-year-old girls for having 'bad attitudes', but for the mullahs to actually accuse the Brits of this is a symptom of absolute freakin' insanity. Or else they're counting on that 'muslim discrimination' to scare people into doing what Ahmadogcrap wants. As Theo says, The UN can go f**k themselves. We should pull out of it.
Next, we have the EUnuch reaction to the Irish telling them to piss off.
Governments across the EU pledged last night to carry on with the process of implementing the treaty - the successor to the abandoned constitution - despite the Irish vote.
But with the treaty requiring the ratification of all 27 member states, there was no clear idea how they could move forward.
Why, by ignoring the rules(kind of like some Democrats) and doing what they want anyway, of course.
In Brussels, European Commission president Jose Manuel Barroso insisted that the treaty was not dead.
"I believe that we should not rush to conclusions," he said. "I believe that the treaty is alive and we should now try to find a solution."
French president Nicolas Sarkozy and German chancellor Angela Merkel issued a joint statement regretting the outcome and saying they remained convinced that the treaty's reforms were still needed to make the EU more effective.
Here's a clue, oh savants of the EU: PEOPLE DON'T WANT THE EU MORE 'EFFECTIVE'. THEY WANT YOU OUT OF THEIR FACE.
The Brit government, of course, doesn't give a crap what the peasants think or want:
Mr Brown however, is preparing to defy British public opinion by pushing ahead with the treaty's ratification in parliament. Government legislation ratifying the text is due to get its third and final reading in the House of Lords on Wednesday.
Among the responses,
The French said no to it, the Dutch said no to it, then it was brought back and the only people who have been given a chance to pass judgment on it, the Irish, have now said no to it.
"The elites in Brussels have got to listen to people in Europe who do not want endless powers being passed from nation states to Brussels. They do not want these endless constitutions and treaties."
Your problem is this, sir: the elites in Brussels don't give a rats' ass what you think, or what 'people' think, because they have to 'save' the people from themselves. By giving them a treaty they don't want that'll allow the 'elites' to dominate their lives. It's for your own good, you see.
Ian Davidson, another Labour opponent of the document said: "It is enormously significant that the only people who have had the chance to vote on the treaty have rejected it by a substantial margin. Now is the time for a period of reflection."
However, European leaders were making plans to find a legal way around the Irish 'No' vote.
Nicholas Sarkozy, the French President, was working with EU leaders and diplomats to plan a special "legal arrangement" to bypass the referendum rejection.("Let's change the rules to get the result we want.")
In a joint statement with German Chancellor Angela Merkel, the French leader insisted the treaty was "necessary" for the EU and would go ahead.
Mr Sarkozy assumes the rotating presidency of the EU next month, and at a summit in Brussels next week he and Mr Brown will insist that the ratification process continues unchanged.
British sources said that the summit is likely to conclude that the Irish vote is a problem for the Irish government, not the rest of the EU.
"The Irish government will have to go away and think about how to proceed, but the rest of us will keep going," said a Foreign Office source.
And so on. "You stupid peasants are causing a problem, so go away while your betters decide what to do." Over and over and over.
Maybe the people in some of these countries need to keep some of those milsurp arms and ammo and use them.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Just some general stuff
There was a book a few years ago, How the Irish Saved Civilization. Pretty good book. The Irish just voted the EU treaty the death penalty(though the bureaucrats and socialists keep saying "It's not dead yet!"), giving civilization another chance. Despite a lot of good people and good countries, things are so screwed up over there that the only country that actually voted on this(as in 'the people' voting) was Ireland. And there, even the people supporting it hadn't actually read the damn thing(Even Taoiseich (Prime Minister) Brian Cowen admitted that he had not read the Treaty, which is over 400 pages long and deliberately written to be obscure.) Word of warning: when someone deliberately writes something to hide what's in it, you don't want it(Former French President Valery Giscard d'Estaing explained: "Public opinion will be led to adopt, without knowing it, the proposals that we dare not present to them directly... All the earlier [EU Constitution] proposals will be in the new text [Lisbon Treaty], but will be hidden and disguised in some way.")
Sen. Dodd has always been a sanctimonious jackass, and here's further proof of what kind of slimy politician he really is:
What you will not find are any statements from Dodd disclosing those special loan deals he received on his Washington townhouse and Connecticut residence from Countrywide CEO Angelo Mozilo, which Conde Nast’s Portfolio exposed yesterday.
Also at Michelle Malkin, a note on how for a lot of people, it doesn't have a damn thing to do with Barack Worship Me Obama's skin color: it's what he is.
And I get the message, Tim Russert died. Can the media stop slobbering and moaning about it now, or are we going to be hearing about his sainthood for the next week?
Kevin notes that Tucson is seeing some pushback against the race warlord poverty pimp takeover of a school. About damn time.
Kevin also notes the head of the Brady Ban All the Guns Group spreading bullcrap(no surprise), and an interesting note on media reaction to something:
In current news, Utah's Hill Air Force Base has apparently misplaced a crate of M-16 select-fire rifles (read: "machine guns"). Apparently since these are official government firearms, the Salt Lake Tribune notes that they are "small caliber rifles," though they are "worth up to $5,000 each on the street."
You know damn well that if some firearms store had had a case of AR15 rifles stolen, let alone 'misplaced', they'd have been screaming about the 'high-capacity assault weapons' getting out.
Rachel notes a judge with some interesting beliefs. Covered nicely by the pictures on the wall. He thinks the death penalty is mean, but has a picture of a torturer and murderer behind his desk: wonderful.
As an aside, yesterday saw something interesting: red sports car with, on one side of the trunk lid, a picture of Che' Dumbass, and on the other? A Sig sticker. These three just don't seem to go together...
And in (fG)Britain, you're not supposed to wear your hat in the pub: it makes you harder to spy on.
Yuck. I'm off to take care of some stuff.
Sen. Dodd has always been a sanctimonious jackass, and here's further proof of what kind of slimy politician he really is:
What you will not find are any statements from Dodd disclosing those special loan deals he received on his Washington townhouse and Connecticut residence from Countrywide CEO Angelo Mozilo, which Conde Nast’s Portfolio exposed yesterday.
Also at Michelle Malkin, a note on how for a lot of people, it doesn't have a damn thing to do with Barack Worship Me Obama's skin color: it's what he is.
And I get the message, Tim Russert died. Can the media stop slobbering and moaning about it now, or are we going to be hearing about his sainthood for the next week?
Kevin notes that Tucson is seeing some pushback against the race warlord poverty pimp takeover of a school. About damn time.
Kevin also notes the head of the Brady Ban All the Guns Group spreading bullcrap(no surprise), and an interesting note on media reaction to something:
In current news, Utah's Hill Air Force Base has apparently misplaced a crate of M-16 select-fire rifles (read: "machine guns"). Apparently since these are official government firearms, the Salt Lake Tribune notes that they are "small caliber rifles," though they are "worth up to $5,000 each on the street."
You know damn well that if some firearms store had had a case of AR15 rifles stolen, let alone 'misplaced', they'd have been screaming about the 'high-capacity assault weapons' getting out.
Rachel notes a judge with some interesting beliefs. Covered nicely by the pictures on the wall. He thinks the death penalty is mean, but has a picture of a torturer and murderer behind his desk: wonderful.
As an aside, yesterday saw something interesting: red sports car with, on one side of the trunk lid, a picture of Che' Dumbass, and on the other? A Sig sticker. These three just don't seem to go together...
And in (fG)Britain, you're not supposed to wear your hat in the pub: it makes you harder to spy on.
Yuck. I'm off to take care of some stuff.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Some general stuff, starting with The Holy One
The Obamessiah and His Worshippers:
A crack team of cybernauts will form a rapid response internet “war room” to track and respond aggressively to online rumours that Barack Obama is unpatriotic and a Muslim.” ... If Obama were in any sense mediocre, he would be forgotten by now. He is, in fact, a remarkable human being, not perfect but humanly stunning, like King was and like Mandela is. He is the change America has been trying desperately and for centuries to hide, ignore, kill. The change it must have if we are to convince the rest of the world that we care about people other than our (white) selves.
Etc. As Uncle says,
Next, if you shoot somebody with a paintball gun, while you're trespassing, don't be surprised if they think it's real and shoot back. You effing moron, the guy may lose his eye because of you, and you didn't get scratched: I do hope you wind up in jail for a long time.
As the man says, when you're a gun-ban group and ATF criticizes your report, you've really messed up.
The Brady Gun Ban Group is feeling the heat, California is getting even moreretardedrepressive, and the Barack I-AM-the-law Obama 'ban the gun shops without actually banning them' plan.
Ok, post? Check. Hot, humid day? Check. Bike oil & filter changed? Check. Barack Michelle-is-a-saint Obama noted? Check.
'Night, all.
A crack team of cybernauts will form a rapid response internet “war room” to track and respond aggressively to online rumours that Barack Obama is unpatriotic and a Muslim.” ... If Obama were in any sense mediocre, he would be forgotten by now. He is, in fact, a remarkable human being, not perfect but humanly stunning, like King was and like Mandela is. He is the change America has been trying desperately and for centuries to hide, ignore, kill. The change it must have if we are to convince the rest of the world that we care about people other than our (white) selves.
Etc. As Uncle says,
Next, if you shoot somebody with a paintball gun, while you're trespassing, don't be surprised if they think it's real and shoot back. You effing moron, the guy may lose his eye because of you, and you didn't get scratched: I do hope you wind up in jail for a long time.
As the man says, when you're a gun-ban group and ATF criticizes your report, you've really messed up.
The Brady Gun Ban Group is feeling the heat, California is getting even more
Ok, post? Check. Hot, humid day? Check. Bike oil & filter changed? Check. Barack Michelle-is-a-saint Obama noted? Check.
'Night, all.
For a look at what ANY .50-caliber ban will lead to,
take a look:
On Thursday morning, June 12, the New Jersey Assembly Judiciary Committee is scheduled to consider legislation that would ban the purchase, transfer, and inheritance of many popular hunting guns, historical American firearms, and large bore target firearms, based on alleged public safety concerns.(bold mine)
...
A2116 also bans hundreds of historical American firearms and replicas, including from the Civil War and Revolutionary War eras. A2116 is a slap in the face to collectors, historians, and the patriots who used these firearms to win the very freedoms this legislation now seeks to take away.
While there are some of the GFWs that really don't understand the difference between a Barrett and a 200-year-old musket, a good many of them do: they just want to ban as many firearms as possible, and this is, in their eyes, a good way to do it.
On Thursday morning, June 12, the New Jersey Assembly Judiciary Committee is scheduled to consider legislation that would ban the purchase, transfer, and inheritance of many popular hunting guns, historical American firearms, and large bore target firearms, based on alleged public safety concerns.(bold mine)
...
A2116 also bans hundreds of historical American firearms and replicas, including from the Civil War and Revolutionary War eras. A2116 is a slap in the face to collectors, historians, and the patriots who used these firearms to win the very freedoms this legislation now seeks to take away.
While there are some of the GFWs that really don't understand the difference between a Barrett and a 200-year-old musket, a good many of them do: they just want to ban as many firearms as possible, and this is, in their eyes, a good way to do it.
If McCain picks that nanny-state clown Bloomberg
as Veep, that's it: I will not vote for McCain. Period. Without Bloomberg, McCain is barely tolerable: with, forget it.
It's been pointed out, if you've got an actual conservative* running for House or Senate in your area, do what you can to get them elected: we're going to need them.
*As opposed to dirtbags who say they are, then as soon as their ass hits that chair start doing whatever the national party says.
It's been pointed out, if you've got an actual conservative* running for House or Senate in your area, do what you can to get them elected: we're going to need them.
*As opposed to dirtbags who say they are, then as soon as their ass hits that chair start doing whatever the national party says.
Yeah, I think some Democrats DO want high oil prices
and the economy in trouble; and a lot that don't will go along with what Pelosi tells them to do because doing what their House leader says is far more important than, say, doing what the folks back home want. After all, the people who elected them can't help them onto a prestigious committee.
This brings new meaning to
whiny, cowardly jerk:
MR. VIGNA: Sorry. Mr. Chair, I don't have the flu but I don't feel in a serene state of mind to proceed with the file today. I don't feel very well. I feel dizzy, I feel anxiety, and I am not in a serene state of mind to proceed with this file today.
I have a lot of things worrying me right now and I don't want to elaborate, but my colleague said, Mr. Fine, there are some certain incidents that have occurred which I don't feel at liberty to elaborate right now, which have had an impact on my ability to proceed in a professional way on this file, at least for today, because I wouldn't be rendering the Commission a just service by proceeding in this condition.
I am not dying, Mr. Chair, I don't have the flu, but I am not mentally capable of proceeding under these circumstances.
...
MR. VIGNA: Mr. Chair, I will provide a medical certificate.
THE CHAIRPERSON: Please sit down, Mr. Vigna.
MR. VIGNA: I feel insulted by that comment.
THE CHAIRPERSON: Please sit down.
It's wonderful, isn't it? If Steyn had written this about the clown, he'd probably be suing/threatening to for 'hurtful parody' or something.
MR. VIGNA: Sorry. Mr. Chair, I don't have the flu but I don't feel in a serene state of mind to proceed with the file today. I don't feel very well. I feel dizzy, I feel anxiety, and I am not in a serene state of mind to proceed with this file today.
I have a lot of things worrying me right now and I don't want to elaborate, but my colleague said, Mr. Fine, there are some certain incidents that have occurred which I don't feel at liberty to elaborate right now, which have had an impact on my ability to proceed in a professional way on this file, at least for today, because I wouldn't be rendering the Commission a just service by proceeding in this condition.
I am not dying, Mr. Chair, I don't have the flu, but I am not mentally capable of proceeding under these circumstances.
...
MR. VIGNA: Mr. Chair, I will provide a medical certificate.
THE CHAIRPERSON: Please sit down, Mr. Vigna.
MR. VIGNA: I feel insulted by that comment.
THE CHAIRPERSON: Please sit down.
It's wonderful, isn't it? If Steyn had written this about the clown, he'd probably be suing/threatening to for 'hurtful parody' or something.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Ok, I just have to post this ref Obama supporters
I know, I was going to bed, but I had to click one more site and one more link and it led to this:
So, convince me guys. What is the rational argument for electing Obama? What empirical support can you point to, that shows he can do the job and is fit for it?
Is there anything inside that expensive suit but a con man?
Which leads, in the comments, to Reasoned Discoursetm of a truly amazing level of stupidity. You really ought to take a look, it's hard to describe.
So, convince me guys. What is the rational argument for electing Obama? What empirical support can you point to, that shows he can do the job and is fit for it?
Is there anything inside that expensive suit but a con man?
Which leads, in the comments, to Reasoned Discoursetm of a truly amazing level of stupidity. You really ought to take a look, it's hard to describe.
This weather + garage & shop + gutters =
yuck.
Not mine, this time. Not the first two, anyway. Friends needed help with their garage(and his shop) so I spent pretty much all day yesterday at that(no, I do NOT travel, go away). Carry everything out of the garage to the driveway, and there was a LOT of everything, scrub the floor to get rid of the oil spills and other crud, then move some of it back in. Same in the shop, though didn't get as much done there. And if I hadn't kept watch, she would've had the kids piling crap in the back of my truck when I wasn't looking, and I do not need any more crap in my garage or house either one, thank you kindly. Sunburned my face and neck, too.
Then today spent part of it weedeating, a little in the garden and a bunch cleaning out the drain gutters in the carport. Sparrows keep building nests in them, and I have to keep cleaning them out. I've got to figure a way to block every damn hole they'll fit into, and that included some pretty small holes. I had to use a hole saw to cut cleaning holes in several of the ends(two years ago), covered with some vinyl pieces screwed on with a little caulk in between: pull a cover, use a hook-ended stiff wire to fish out all the nests, etc., then flush it out and reseal. I'm thinking, after I'm sure all the little buggers are done nesting, get some hardware cloth and adhesive, cut pieces to fit and stick them over all the channels where they're getting in.
All all that up, and I think I overdid it. This getting old sucks: I just can't take as much in the way of heat as I used to. And yes, I'm drinking a lot. No, I do mean water.
I also made sure the (re)fix of the leaky fork seal on the bike took this time. I'd bought new seal and wiper, found directions to make sure I did it right, and it all came apart and went back together just fine. Except the new seal leaked. I rechecked everything, all had been done as directed, the seal didn't get nicked in installation, so I finally decided the seal had to be in upside-down. So take the damn thing apart again, pop the seal out, flip it over(yes, I had installed it as the directions said to), reassemble and fill, and shazam! No leak! Digging through things, it appears that the new seals are made a bit different from the originals- the bike is fifteen years old- and 'right side up' in the directions is wrong side up with the new ones.
If you've never messed with this, you have to- in the case of this design- loosed a bolt in the bottom of the slider(bottom section), then pop the seal at the top off(something of a pain), loosen the triple-clamp bolts, take the fork leg out, drain the oil, pry the wiper(keeps dirt away from the seal) off, remove a spring clip, remove that first bolt(if you don't loosen it before you do anything else, it takes a special tool to hold the stuff inside so you can get it out) and then you can pop to tube out of the slider. Which removes the seal and the tube bushing that keeps things straight. Then push the parts back in (big spring, fork tube, etc.), reseat the bushing, then the seal(preferably right-side-up), put in the spring clip, slide the wiper down into place, install that bottom bolt(which is a pain in the ass to tighten unless you're lucky or have that tool), put the leg back in the triple clamps, fill with oil, then put the top seal back on. You may notice that most steps of this are ripe with opportunity to get fork oil all over you. And you will. And this stuff is slippery, which means keep stuff handy to wipe it off or damn near everything will slip in your fingers.
Shut up, Fire, not that.
Anyway, the point of all this is that the first time I did this, years ago on another bike, I needed something to drive the bushing and seal into place. I got a piece of PVC pipe that would fit over the upper tube, made sure the ends were square, and it worked perfectly. Pushed things back into place with no canting or other badness. And a hell of a lot cheaper than the proper tool.
I'm going to make another try at the postal match before the month is out, but I'm going to try to make it to the outdoor range. Part of the trouble I had was the light at H&H, my eyes and iron sights and tiny targets didn't go well together. Another 'getting old sucks' point.
Enough, I need a shower and bed. 'Night, all.
Not mine, this time. Not the first two, anyway. Friends needed help with their garage(and his shop) so I spent pretty much all day yesterday at that(no, I do NOT travel, go away). Carry everything out of the garage to the driveway, and there was a LOT of everything, scrub the floor to get rid of the oil spills and other crud, then move some of it back in. Same in the shop, though didn't get as much done there. And if I hadn't kept watch, she would've had the kids piling crap in the back of my truck when I wasn't looking, and I do not need any more crap in my garage or house either one, thank you kindly. Sunburned my face and neck, too.
Then today spent part of it weedeating, a little in the garden and a bunch cleaning out the drain gutters in the carport. Sparrows keep building nests in them, and I have to keep cleaning them out. I've got to figure a way to block every damn hole they'll fit into, and that included some pretty small holes. I had to use a hole saw to cut cleaning holes in several of the ends(two years ago), covered with some vinyl pieces screwed on with a little caulk in between: pull a cover, use a hook-ended stiff wire to fish out all the nests, etc., then flush it out and reseal. I'm thinking, after I'm sure all the little buggers are done nesting, get some hardware cloth and adhesive, cut pieces to fit and stick them over all the channels where they're getting in.
All all that up, and I think I overdid it. This getting old sucks: I just can't take as much in the way of heat as I used to. And yes, I'm drinking a lot. No, I do mean water.
I also made sure the (re)fix of the leaky fork seal on the bike took this time. I'd bought new seal and wiper, found directions to make sure I did it right, and it all came apart and went back together just fine. Except the new seal leaked. I rechecked everything, all had been done as directed, the seal didn't get nicked in installation, so I finally decided the seal had to be in upside-down. So take the damn thing apart again, pop the seal out, flip it over(yes, I had installed it as the directions said to), reassemble and fill, and shazam! No leak! Digging through things, it appears that the new seals are made a bit different from the originals- the bike is fifteen years old- and 'right side up' in the directions is wrong side up with the new ones.
If you've never messed with this, you have to- in the case of this design- loosed a bolt in the bottom of the slider(bottom section), then pop the seal at the top off(something of a pain), loosen the triple-clamp bolts, take the fork leg out, drain the oil, pry the wiper(keeps dirt away from the seal) off, remove a spring clip, remove that first bolt(if you don't loosen it before you do anything else, it takes a special tool to hold the stuff inside so you can get it out) and then you can pop to tube out of the slider. Which removes the seal and the tube bushing that keeps things straight. Then push the parts back in (big spring, fork tube, etc.), reseat the bushing, then the seal(preferably right-side-up), put in the spring clip, slide the wiper down into place, install that bottom bolt(which is a pain in the ass to tighten unless you're lucky or have that tool), put the leg back in the triple clamps, fill with oil, then put the top seal back on. You may notice that most steps of this are ripe with opportunity to get fork oil all over you. And you will. And this stuff is slippery, which means keep stuff handy to wipe it off or damn near everything will slip in your fingers.
Shut up, Fire, not that.
Anyway, the point of all this is that the first time I did this, years ago on another bike, I needed something to drive the bushing and seal into place. I got a piece of PVC pipe that would fit over the upper tube, made sure the ends were square, and it worked perfectly. Pushed things back into place with no canting or other badness. And a hell of a lot cheaper than the proper tool.
I'm going to make another try at the postal match before the month is out, but I'm going to try to make it to the outdoor range. Part of the trouble I had was the light at H&H, my eyes and iron sights and tiny targets didn't go well together. Another 'getting old sucks' point.
Enough, I need a shower and bed. 'Night, all.
Gee, an actor turns out to be a douchebag:
who'da thunk it?
Actor Rupert Everett has apologised for branding soldiers "wimps" and saying they were "always whining about the dangers of being killed".
"It's pathetic," the star of My Best Friend's Wedding had told the Sunday Telegraph. "The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed."
But now he insists he did not mean to question the "bravery" of troops.
Oh no, obviously not. And, of course, we have the 'explanation' that what he said wasn't what he actually thinks:
"My flippant and irresponsible behaviour arises from a deep frustration at the fact that we seem to be continually making war, dreaming up new ones, instead of doing everything we can to avoid them."
Damn, here I thought this war started because a bunch of terrorists finally committed a big-enough atrocity to cause enough people to say "No more, dammit!" Effing moron.
Mr. Everett, you might take note of something Peter Capstick once wrote: that nobody set out to be munched by a lion or leopard, or stomped or gored by an elephant or Cape buffalo: that's simply one of the risks of hunting big game. In other words, you idiot, the risk of being killed is indeed part of the job, but 'wanting to get killed' is NOT the whole point; and people who do have that attitude they generally clear out as soon as possible, because they put the other troops in danger.
Is there a special bottled water for actors and musicians that uses drug-impregnated bottles or something?
Actor Rupert Everett has apologised for branding soldiers "wimps" and saying they were "always whining about the dangers of being killed".
"It's pathetic," the star of My Best Friend's Wedding had told the Sunday Telegraph. "The whole point of being in the Army is wanting to get killed."
But now he insists he did not mean to question the "bravery" of troops.
Oh no, obviously not. And, of course, we have the 'explanation' that what he said wasn't what he actually thinks:
"My flippant and irresponsible behaviour arises from a deep frustration at the fact that we seem to be continually making war, dreaming up new ones, instead of doing everything we can to avoid them."
Damn, here I thought this war started because a bunch of terrorists finally committed a big-enough atrocity to cause enough people to say "No more, dammit!" Effing moron.
Mr. Everett, you might take note of something Peter Capstick once wrote: that nobody set out to be munched by a lion or leopard, or stomped or gored by an elephant or Cape buffalo: that's simply one of the risks of hunting big game. In other words, you idiot, the risk of being killed is indeed part of the job, but 'wanting to get killed' is NOT the whole point; and people who do have that attitude they generally clear out as soon as possible, because they put the other troops in danger.
Is there a special bottled water for actors and musicians that uses drug-impregnated bottles or something?
Canada's trying to follow (formerly Great) Britain down the tubes,
as you know if you've been following the mess up there, with the 'Human Rights Commission' trying to shut up/shut down anyone they decide doesn't speak nicely enough. Well, Insty pointed to this piece of garbage that just came out:
Stop All "Disparaging Remarks About Gays and Homosexuals," as well as against the university professor and self-described "activis[t] for social justice issues" who filed a complaint against you: That's what the Alberta Human Rights and Citizenship Commission ordered Stephen Boisson and The Concerned Christian Coalition Inc. to do in Lund v. Boissoin.
Apparently, for someone to say 'homosexuality is sinful' would be a violation of this bullcrap, and screw your religious beliefs: they don't count.
If you've been reading this mess of mine for any length of time, you know my opinion: no protected groups, not churches, homosexuals, countries, religions, nationalities, etc. You have the right to say what you want about pretty much anybody(within the bounds of actual violations of law such a libel), and if I think you're a moron, I have the right to say so. Loudly. This kind of crap from a government agency, damn near unaccountable for their actions, scares the crap out of me. This leads to/is part of the actual fascism we're dealing with, and pushes us toward the garbage I noted a few days ago, Pakistan pushing the EUnuchs to revise the concept of 'freedom of speech' to exclude anything that makes muslims unhappy.
Stop All "Disparaging Remarks About Gays and Homosexuals," as well as against the university professor and self-described "activis[t] for social justice issues" who filed a complaint against you: That's what the Alberta Human Rights and Citizenship Commission ordered Stephen Boisson and The Concerned Christian Coalition Inc. to do in Lund v. Boissoin.
Apparently, for someone to say 'homosexuality is sinful' would be a violation of this bullcrap, and screw your religious beliefs: they don't count.
If you've been reading this mess of mine for any length of time, you know my opinion: no protected groups, not churches, homosexuals, countries, religions, nationalities, etc. You have the right to say what you want about pretty much anybody(within the bounds of actual violations of law such a libel), and if I think you're a moron, I have the right to say so. Loudly. This kind of crap from a government agency, damn near unaccountable for their actions, scares the crap out of me. This leads to/is part of the actual fascism we're dealing with, and pushes us toward the garbage I noted a few days ago, Pakistan pushing the EUnuchs to revise the concept of 'freedom of speech' to exclude anything that makes muslims unhappy.
Monday, June 09, 2008
If you had any doubts as to what is considered 'free speech'
in a lot of moslem countries, and what the EUnuchs are going to bend over for next, Theo pointed to this:
Pakistan to ask EU to amend laws on freedom of expression
By Tahir Niaz
ISLAMABAD: Pakistan will ask the European Union countries to amend laws regarding freedom of expression in order to prevent offensive incidents such as the printing of blasphemous caricatures of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and the production of an anti-Islam film by a Dutch legislator, sources in the Interior Ministry told Daily Times on Saturday.
Anyone doubt the EUnuchs will be wetting their pants they're in such a hurry to do it?
The delegation, headed by an additional secretary of the Interior Ministry, will meet the leaders of the EU countries in a bid to convince them that the recent attack on the Danish Embassy in Pakistan could be a reaction against the blasphemous campaign, sources said.
Hey, dumbass: we KNOW it was a 'reaction against the blasphemous campaign', but you left out the important part: 'a reaction by a bunch of bloody-handed closed-minded intolerant barbarians who think the whole world should bend over and spread 'em for any moslem who has a wild hair. About ANYTHING.'
And, lest anyone should think that this is a "Have pity on us poor muzzies, for we cannot take criticism or humor aimed at us" thing only:
They said that the delegation would also tell the EU that if such acts against Islam are not controlled, more attacks on the EU diplomatic missions abroad could not be ruled out.
Ah, yes, the 'Religeon ofPeaceSubmission: "Do what we say or we will riot and burn and murder. And call you bad names, which makes you crap your pants and do what we want." Absolute flat blackmail by a bunch of barbarians who want the whole world under their domination.
And the worst of it is all the idiots in Europe(and over here, see liberal wankers and the Canadian Human Rights Commission) who'll slobber all over the muzzies ass as they kiss it. I think a shot from Theo has a much better response:
Pakistan to ask EU to amend laws on freedom of expression
By Tahir Niaz
ISLAMABAD: Pakistan will ask the European Union countries to amend laws regarding freedom of expression in order to prevent offensive incidents such as the printing of blasphemous caricatures of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) and the production of an anti-Islam film by a Dutch legislator, sources in the Interior Ministry told Daily Times on Saturday.
Anyone doubt the EUnuchs will be wetting their pants they're in such a hurry to do it?
The delegation, headed by an additional secretary of the Interior Ministry, will meet the leaders of the EU countries in a bid to convince them that the recent attack on the Danish Embassy in Pakistan could be a reaction against the blasphemous campaign, sources said.
Hey, dumbass: we KNOW it was a 'reaction against the blasphemous campaign', but you left out the important part: 'a reaction by a bunch of bloody-handed closed-minded intolerant barbarians who think the whole world should bend over and spread 'em for any moslem who has a wild hair. About ANYTHING.'
And, lest anyone should think that this is a "Have pity on us poor muzzies, for we cannot take criticism or humor aimed at us" thing only:
They said that the delegation would also tell the EU that if such acts against Islam are not controlled, more attacks on the EU diplomatic missions abroad could not be ruled out.
Ah, yes, the 'Religeon of
And the worst of it is all the idiots in Europe(and over here, see liberal wankers and the Canadian Human Rights Commission) who'll slobber all over the muzzies ass as they kiss it. I think a shot from Theo has a much better response:
No, this is NOT a personal chili story
I just thought some of you sick people might like it
I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quanity of of my patented " You are definately going to sh!t youself " chilli. Tasty stuff, a little bit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you can eat the next day, both your a$$ cheeks will fall off.
Heres the thing. I had awakened that morning, and after two cups of coffee(and all of you know what that means at our age) nothing happened. No {"Johnson Movement #2) Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to be by my neighbors as thunder and lightening.
Knowing that a time of reckoning had yet to come, yet not sure when. I bravely set off for the market: a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first, all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it around dropping tidbits in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms, that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that "Uh oh, gotta go" pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom, they bullied their way through the small intestines. Forcing their way into the large intestines. Before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms, which would bring sweet relief, it happened.
The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud, the likes of which has never been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh but slowing, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effuviuw that refused to dissipate. As she walked into it, unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn into directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I am sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could have warned that poor woman, but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparrentley indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there, blinking and waving her arms about her head, as though trying to ward off angry bees.This of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things "clamped down", if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw, an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing, that I was later told a few folks in the other aisles had ducked, fearing someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time, I got to the john and began the process. "Oh My God", floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning so bad, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is known as "Shock & Awe". He made a gagging sound and disgustedly said, "Sonofabitch", and quickly left.
Once finished, I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping, when a store clerk approached me and said, "Sir. you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two, which ought to take care of the problem."
That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and pointing to ME in, an accusing manner, "IT'S YOU"! then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted off the premises and asked none to kindly not to return.
Home again, without having shopped, I realized there was nothing to eat but leftover chili. So I consumed two more bowls. The next day, I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that, because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to repaint the store.
I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quanity of of my patented " You are definately going to sh!t youself " chilli. Tasty stuff, a little bit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you can eat the next day, both your a$$ cheeks will fall off.
Heres the thing. I had awakened that morning, and after two cups of coffee(and all of you know what that means at our age) nothing happened. No {"Johnson Movement #2) Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to be by my neighbors as thunder and lightening.
Knowing that a time of reckoning had yet to come, yet not sure when. I bravely set off for the market: a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first, all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it around dropping tidbits in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms, that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that "Uh oh, gotta go" pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom, they bullied their way through the small intestines. Forcing their way into the large intestines. Before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms, which would bring sweet relief, it happened.
The peppers fired a warning shot. There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud, the likes of which has never been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh but slowing, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effuviuw that refused to dissipate. As she walked into it, unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn into directions emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I am sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could have warned that poor woman, but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparrentley indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there, blinking and waving her arms about her head, as though trying to ward off angry bees.This of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things "clamped down", if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw, an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing, that I was later told a few folks in the other aisles had ducked, fearing someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time, I got to the john and began the process. "Oh My God", floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning so bad, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is known as "Shock & Awe". He made a gagging sound and disgustedly said, "Sonofabitch", and quickly left.
Once finished, I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping, when a store clerk approached me and said, "Sir. you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two, which ought to take care of the problem."
That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and pointing to ME in, an accusing manner, "IT'S YOU"! then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted off the premises and asked none to kindly not to return.
Home again, without having shopped, I realized there was nothing to eat but leftover chili. So I consumed two more bowls. The next day, I went to shop at Albertson's. I can't say anymore about that, because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to repaint the store.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Just because they're good reading
I'll point you first to Five Feet of Fury, who has a fine rant on 'Oh, woe is me!' muslims. And points us to this piece by P.J O'Rourke on politically-correct bullcrap screwing up a museum.
The wind is sweeping down the plain like
God turned on the sandblaster. Again. Even for Oklahoma, these last few days have been kind of nasty.
How nasty? I was mowing the other day and stepped on a pine cone. There are no pine trees visible on this street. So there is no telling how far it blew from. Likewise the mimosa branch in the front yard, though I think it only had to move a block or so.
Normally I prefer shooting outside when I can, but days like this are a pain for rifles. Especially small bore rifles and teeny little targets like the current postal match. Which I've been thinking about.
Shooting offhand at small targets. I like shooting offhand(just not usually at targets that small): it’s good practice, I enjoy it, and it’s good for focus. You have to synchronize breathing, hold, trigger pull with your body motion. And unless you have the most perfect muscle control ever known, your body WILL be moving.
That means that, far more than off some kind of rest, part of hitting means timing your shot to when the sights move onto the aiming point. Couple of years ago some show, I think on PBS, was talking about how using computers and motion studies have changed sports: that by finding slight ‘flaws’ or wasted motions in some athletes’ form, they’ve caused running and swimming times to go down, javelin throws to go further and so forth. One segment was with a guy on the Olympic Shooting Team. They placed a bunch of monitors for heart and breathing on him(can’t remember if wired for EKG), and a laser on the rifle, and studied how his body functions and shooting interacted. The found that in the last moments before he fired, his heart rate slowed down a bit, allowing him more of a window in which to shoot between beats, and went back to normal after the shot. Every time. You could see the laser shifting on the target, then during that window it steadied. He’d developed enough control of his heart rate to make that change at the critical point.
If you’ve never looked at this, take a rifle(unloaded), take aim and pay attention to what happens as your heart beats. Everybody knows about breathing, but it can be surprising how much your heartbeat affects things; it’s more noticeable with a scope, but shows with iron sights, too.
Lots of people do develop the ability to alter their heart rate, but if you’re not one you can develop your timing, aligning the sights and squeezing off between beats. Like a lot of shooting skills, you can work on this with dry-firing practice(having, of course, checked the arm at least twice to make damn sure the chamber is empty or has only a snap cap. If you want the weight of a loaded magazine, use training dummies or snap caps and make DAMN SURE no live cartridges were slipped in by Murphy, the sneaky bastard) For that matter, a BB or pellet gun works very well for this, too.
The Revolutionary War Veterans Association has a forum in their Project Appleseed site that has a very good primer on riflery. Basic sight alignment, breathing, and finding your 'natural point of aim'. Their links on attaching and using the Model 1907 sling are gone, but you can see this here and here at the Fulton Armory site. I've become a firm believer in using the sling whenever you can; oddly, with some rifles I can actually get better groups at a bench with the sling that with a set of sandbags.
As a side note, after you sight in off a solid benchrest take a few shots with the kind of rest you'd use in the field, or with the sling: you might be surprised. Some rifles have a very different point of impact from a rest on bags than with a sling or field rest. I was shooting my Model 94 Winchester and found that the difference at 100 yards was a good 3" vertically. Same size groups, but with a very different center.
How nasty? I was mowing the other day and stepped on a pine cone. There are no pine trees visible on this street. So there is no telling how far it blew from. Likewise the mimosa branch in the front yard, though I think it only had to move a block or so.
Normally I prefer shooting outside when I can, but days like this are a pain for rifles. Especially small bore rifles and teeny little targets like the current postal match. Which I've been thinking about.
Shooting offhand at small targets. I like shooting offhand(just not usually at targets that small): it’s good practice, I enjoy it, and it’s good for focus. You have to synchronize breathing, hold, trigger pull with your body motion. And unless you have the most perfect muscle control ever known, your body WILL be moving.
That means that, far more than off some kind of rest, part of hitting means timing your shot to when the sights move onto the aiming point. Couple of years ago some show, I think on PBS, was talking about how using computers and motion studies have changed sports: that by finding slight ‘flaws’ or wasted motions in some athletes’ form, they’ve caused running and swimming times to go down, javelin throws to go further and so forth. One segment was with a guy on the Olympic Shooting Team. They placed a bunch of monitors for heart and breathing on him(can’t remember if wired for EKG), and a laser on the rifle, and studied how his body functions and shooting interacted. The found that in the last moments before he fired, his heart rate slowed down a bit, allowing him more of a window in which to shoot between beats, and went back to normal after the shot. Every time. You could see the laser shifting on the target, then during that window it steadied. He’d developed enough control of his heart rate to make that change at the critical point.
If you’ve never looked at this, take a rifle(unloaded), take aim and pay attention to what happens as your heart beats. Everybody knows about breathing, but it can be surprising how much your heartbeat affects things; it’s more noticeable with a scope, but shows with iron sights, too.
Lots of people do develop the ability to alter their heart rate, but if you’re not one you can develop your timing, aligning the sights and squeezing off between beats. Like a lot of shooting skills, you can work on this with dry-firing practice(having, of course, checked the arm at least twice to make damn sure the chamber is empty or has only a snap cap. If you want the weight of a loaded magazine, use training dummies or snap caps and make DAMN SURE no live cartridges were slipped in by Murphy, the sneaky bastard) For that matter, a BB or pellet gun works very well for this, too.
The Revolutionary War Veterans Association has a forum in their Project Appleseed site that has a very good primer on riflery. Basic sight alignment, breathing, and finding your 'natural point of aim'. Their links on attaching and using the Model 1907 sling are gone, but you can see this here and here at the Fulton Armory site. I've become a firm believer in using the sling whenever you can; oddly, with some rifles I can actually get better groups at a bench with the sling that with a set of sandbags.
As a side note, after you sight in off a solid benchrest take a few shots with the kind of rest you'd use in the field, or with the sling: you might be surprised. Some rifles have a very different point of impact from a rest on bags than with a sling or field rest. I was shooting my Model 94 Winchester and found that the difference at 100 yards was a good 3" vertically. Same size groups, but with a very different center.
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