Category Archives: Obsessions

Krackpots in Kyle

Kyle, just down the road from the rancho, used to be a fairly sensible little Texas town. Nowadays, of course, it’s a bedroom community of Austin. And with its growth have come the leftist crackpots of public education.

Hence, at Lehman high school, which once might have been the scene of pickup trucks of youthful hunters in the parking lot with rifle racks in the back window, is now a haven for delicate little buttercups from California and elsewhere

So when one of them mistakes the word “gum” for “gun” the professional educators swing into action. “Because we are conducting the PSAT, we were able to hold students in their extended class periods to investigate the concern with little to no disruption to their schedule,” said principal Michelle Chae in a letter to parents.

On the other hand, why send a letter home if there was no problem? Why, to make sure the parents of those little buttercups don’t get the idea that they’re expected to act like real, independent, rational Texans.

X-Ray Specs

Remember them? I wanted to believe. How I wanted to believe I could put them on and see through a girl’s clothes. Ha. If they had worked I’d have only seen her bones.

Never had the money to send away for them. Fortunately. Finally decided it was baloney, anyhow. As it certainly was.

Via Mouth of the Brazos & Ace.

Let the murderous Pallys have their state

Then, when they start knifing Israelis, shooting at cars on Israel’s highways or launching missiles like their buds in Gaza, bomb them into the stone age.

“…this seemingly complex conflict has only two simple, practical solutions. The first is to agree with Abbas that Oslo is dead, and act swiftly and mercilessly against the terrorist cells that launch or inspire those who stab, shoot, and blow up Jews….

“…the second practical solution: the unilateral disengagement plan…unilaterally annex a thin strip of the West Bank. Annex it, and annex the Jordan Valley, too…

“Israeli Arabs who deeply resent living in a Jewish state—like the scum who sipped his soft drink as innocents were being stabbed in front of his eyes in Jerusalem the other day, or the shopkeepers who laughed and spat at a wounded Jewish woman seeking shelter for herself and her toddler—could opt to move to the other side of the fence…”

Where these darlings of  the West’s leftist news media fascists could wallow in their own Muslim kleptocracy. It won’t satisfy them or the Dictator’s Club (aka the United Nations), but so what? When they have a state, treat them like any other foreign power. If they attack, declare war like any state would and bomb them mercilessly.

Via Tablet Magazine

The predator must fear his prey

jeff-cooper

Gun trainer Cooper advocated carrying a Colt 1911 with the .45 ACP cartridge. But smaller prey could do just fine with a smaller hand gun, a .32 or even a .22, equipped with a laser sight. The main thing is to practice your aim regularly at a range. And to stay out of the gun-free zones championed by our idiot-in-chief Barry Hussein and his would-be successor Ma Barker.

Via MyOldRV.

Executive Anus

I’ve conjured up a plethora of names for Barry Hussein, from Wormtongue for his habit of telling egregious lies, to Our Little Barry, for his petulant adolescent behavior in such as pretending to scratch his face with his middle finger.

But an 86-year-old gun dealer grandma in Roseburg, the Oregon town that was the latest victim of those stupid gun-free zones, has me beat all hollow. She calls His Earness “executive anus.” He sure is anal. Hasn’t had a new idea since he changed his name from Barry Sotero to you-know-what.

Indeed, if that Roseburg community college had had one good person with a gun (even their “security” guard was unarmed) to confront the evil that came calling, those dead students might still be alive. Instead, executive anus wants to make it harder for the good guys to get guns. Can’t get more anal than that.

How To Insult A Progressive

Come on, you know you want to. Pat Condell shows you how:

Teacher confiscated Mr B’s iPhone

One of Mr. B.’s teachers called Mrs. Charm (who’s still in the hospital but may finally come home this afternoon) and said after three warnings to stop texting, and he still wouldn’t stop, she he confiscated his iPhone.

Requires a parent coming to the school to get it back for him. Ha ha. No chance today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

It’s going to be amusing watching him discover email. He has prided himself on never using email (claims “his” generation does not do email), not even reading what other people email him. Now it’s that or we’ll see him acting like a heroin addict without his daily dose. Stay tuned. Heh.

UPDATE:  He was classically indignant. It was “my property,” etc. Then he went to bed early for the first time in living memory. No phone, no fun, apparently. Wish they’d confiscate it more often.

MORE:  Silly me. He had his old iPhone 5 to use in bed. At least for the tunes stored therein. No texting of course as it wasn’t wi-fi or cell tower capable. He picked up the six this morning at school, saving me a trip.