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OT: Who Should Be the Next Bond?

idris elba as bondUnless you live under a rock, which given the new reality of US-approved Iranian nukes might not be an entirely bad idea, you must have heard the floated rumors of Daniel Craig’s imminent replacement as James Bond by Idris Elba. (There has also been a counter-rumor of the next Bond being David Beckham. This seems improbable. Unlike Beckham, Elba can act). Elba  himself has called on fans to get him the role (and Craig has said Elba would be a good choice).

M4DGOLD EC004There are two schools of thought on this, and they seem to break down into people invested in the original idea of James Bond, suave and charismatic British secret agent as conceived by Ian Fleming and originally portrayed by genuinely tough Scotsman Sean Connery, and people invested in the idea of James Bond as Hollywood spectacular, in which case the film series that inspired such yawn-inducing CGI-fests as, well, every action movie in theaters right now, needs to have whoever is a Name right now, which is whoever Hollywood says it is, especially if it Sends A Message™. Hence, Idris Elba.

Only in Hollywood would cocktail parties full of artificially-shaped on-camera talent and sunken-chested behind-camera talent fawningly congratulate one another for doing something daring, like, say, casting a black Hamlet or a white Othello. (That would have been daring in 1955, perhaps, but by 1965 it was already a tiresome cliché, and fifty years after that, it suggests that Hollywood people never leave their bubble except to board the jet enroute to vacation or location with other insiders who Do Not Get Out Enough®).

It’s Time For a Black Bond™ They Say

clock face no handsAnd who says this? Well, of course, the nearly-100%-white world of Hollywood-behind-the-camera. White directors, white producers, white critics, white financiers. It looks like a Bernie Sanders rally, except surgically modified to look younger, so long as you don’t look closely. Indeed, the only claims they seem to make for Elba are that he is a good actor — not exactly rare, they come groveling up to your tables in LA restaurants with pepper shakers — who looks like a tough guy — in a city full of actors famed for looking like John Wayne’s meaner brother but who snivel like a *****  if they break a fingernail — and that it’s Time For a Black Bond™.

No, it’s not. That’s a Hollywood fiction. And you know what else? It’s not Howdy Doody time, either.


For all their sniveling about stereotypes, Hollywood gives us nothing but stereotypes. The problem is, of course, they’ve been Sending A Message™ with a Morse key the size of Los Angeles for so long that they don’t see the stereotypes they send.

racist baby stereotypeYou know that the black guy is always going to be the smart guy. The white guy’s going to be the bad guy (especially, for some reason, blond-haired white guys. Not sure where this trope got started — did some blond kid piss off Jack Warner?) The girl’s got to be the warrior, especially if she’s 95 pounds, of which 25 pounds is surgical jugs. In their quest to counter the imagined stereotypes that everyone outside Hollywood observes in life, Hollywood has merely created new, but pathetic, stereotypes. The only race of a racist in the popular culture is, naturally, white — even a baby. That’s why it’s always Time For a Black Whatever™. Idris Elba has already played Heimdall in Thor —yeah, a Norse god.

These stereotypes spread ever longer and wider. Only occasionally does an attempt at one fail (a vocal set wanted to force-feed the world Donald Glover as Spiderman; the thought of a failed Spiderman tentpole gave producers pause).

For example, consider how hollywood portrays colleges and their students. Black kids on real campuses tend to break down into three groups: a small group who are there on academic merit, a small group who are there on athletic merit, and a large group who are one or two college tiers higher than their peers with similar grades and IQs, who are there on affirmative action. Dumber than their classmates, many of them segregate themselves and wind up in content-free, functionally gradeless “Black Studies” programs. Black kids on Hollywood campuses, though, the are kindest, gentlest, warmest, most wonderful human beings at school, as well as the smartest. Not just sometimes (which would be plausible), but always.

White kids on Hollywood campuses? Airheaded cheerleaders or feral frat boys. Virginia Postrel writes in Bloomberg View that the popular view of students at her alma mater, Princeton, are:

… trying to please pushy parents and grab lucrative jobs.,,, soulless grinds — the products of insensitive parenting and a sick culture… every activity these students pursue is instrumental, undertaken merely to look good on an application for the next stage in their upward climb… an ignoble lust for fame or money.

She, cocooned in the coocoo media culture, was actually surprised the students weren’t like that. She, too, was a victim of the Hollywood stereotype.

Maybe it’s Not a Race Thing After All

Hollywood, of course, has a long tradition of racelifting heroes so that they could cram a star into a film. Of course, this usually produced a stinker of a film, like John Wayne as Genghis Khan in The Conqueror, or Johnny Depp as Tonto in (the even worse) The Lone Ranger last year. (Remember the corny old TV show? The guy playing Tonto wasn’t an Apache, but at least he was an Indian; Jay Silverheels was a no-joke Mohawk).

And minority actors have long protested that minority characters are often “whitewashed,” and perhaps more limiting to their careers, roles that are not written explicitly as minority roles are almost always cast white by default.

In the case of the white stars cast as minorities, it was clear that the producers thought that putting that name on the marquee would put butts in theater seats, producing the color that producers are generally thought to be most interested in, the green of money.

What’s Next?

Name actor, then. Why not have, say, Pee Wee Herman in a Shaft Remake? Why not? Sure, he’s a perv, but this is Hollywood, for crying out loud. You can’t throw a rock without hitting an acclaimed director who’s got a warrant out somewhere for some expendable child with a bleeding and torn rectum. Fine art has its price, eh.

Come to think about it, why not Pee Wee as the next Bond? Carrot Top? Richard Simmons? Of course, the problem with all of them is that, unlike Idris Elba, they’ve passed their sell-by date. But the idea of a nerdy, nebbishy, even swishy Bond — that hasn’t been done yet. They just need one who’s in all the tabs.

So we have the perfect candidate.

Caitlyn Jenner.

Why should James Bond be male? Or female, for that matter? Why not make Bond a typical New Hollywood confused “it”?

Yes, Caitlyn Jenner absolutely should be the next Bond. And Roman Polanski should direct, because he’s that talented, and a celebrity, which overcomes all his negatives, right? And because he won’t get entangled with his leading he/she, who at 65 is 55 years too old for him.

Jump-Starting the Shark

Carcharodon carcharias: business end of a healthy one.

Carcharodon carcharias: business end of a healthy one.

In Jaws, one of the classic movies of the 20th Century, a Great White Shark terrorized a gathering of doomed, terrified Eloi at a beach. The beach in the script was in New York, but the locations were actually, mostly, in Massachusetts1. This weekend, on a Massachusetts beach, happy Bay State Eloi came to worship2 and save the Great White Shark.

Fortunately for their sweet, tasty children, they were unsuccessful in the saving part of the effort, and the 11-foot predator reentered the aquatic food chain at a lower level. From The Daily Mail, always a great source for a jaundiced view of America, or, in this case, a baleful shark’s-eye accurate view of American folly in action:

Massachusetts beachgoers banded together on Sunday to try and save a great white shark after it beached itself on Cape Cod.

Using children’s sandcastle buckets, the crowd continuously poured water over the stricken creature as it flopped around at White Crest Beach in Wellfleet.

They also dug out a channel in the sand to try and help the 11-foot-long shark to get back into the sea.

jumping the shark

That doesn’t look like a Great White to us, but it may be the shadows; we’ll defer to those on the scene. The Mail says that hundreds gathered to save the shark, but it actually looks like four or five gathered to save the shark, and all the rest just took cellphone videos and selfies. Mostly, from the angles they’ve got, of each other’s posterior aspects.

shark saviours

Alas for the utility of this tale as a moral fable, when the self-organizing rescue crew got the shark to the briny, cold Atlantic off Wellfleet beach, instead on ingesting one of them, the cartilaginous fish expired, leaving a small army of Disney-educated beachgoers still ignorant of the real world of sharks.

“Useful idiots?” Lenin had no idea.


  1. If any of the filmmakers see this, remember the blue and white plane that buzzed your mechanical shark? N8638D? That was us, trying to see what was going on –we were on our way to lunch on the island, didn’t know about the movie that was shooting. Sorry about that; but we think the statute of limitations has run out.
  2. “Where animals are worshiped, humans are sacrificed.” — GK Chesterton.

We’ve Fallen This Far: West Point Up In Arms Over Pillow Fight

Surveillance video of the Great Pillow Fight of 2015. Exercise for the reader: why does ISIL think they can beat us?

Surveillance video of the Great Pillow Fight of 2015. Exercise for the reader: why does ISIL think they can beat us?

From 1897 until recently, West Point cadets have celebrated their end of year transition out of “Beast Barracks” into the higher low status of being plebes with a pillow fight. Recently, administrators have been trying to crack down on it: can’t have the next generation of combat leaders self-promoting managers fighting, now, can we?

Among the instructions this year: cadets participating in the pillow fight will use their helmets. Yes, a Kevlar bone-dome for a pillow fight. Naturally, intelligent and rumptious youth being what it is, some of them interpreted “use helmets” as “put helmets inside pillowcases, swing with gusto.” The result was a predictable spate of injuries, a predictable hand-wringing article in the New York Times about the hazing aspect of it all and how unsuitable it is for our future officer corps of gay female plurally married pedophile Rangers who might get an ickle boo-boo, and a predictable eye-roll among the professional soldier caste — which at some point is not going to contain future Military Academy graduates, at the rate we’re going.

As the first-year cadets collided into a boil of white pillows, pummeling one another in the fading light, Army-issued glow sticks flew through the air and an impromptu cavalry of riders in laundry carts dashed in, cushions swinging. At one point, a smoke grenade appeared to go off.

The Red Badge of Courage, West Point style.

The Red Badge of Courage, West Point style.

Photos posted later on Twitter show plebes, as freshmen are called, with bloody faces and bloody pillows, and at least one person being loaded into an ambulance.

“My plebe was knocked unconscious and immediately began fighting when he came to,” an unnamed upperclassman, who was apparently observing from the sidelines, wrote on the social media forum Yik Yak. “I was so proud I could cry.”

As the battle continued, cadets clustered around at least two classmates who had fallen, apparently unable to get up. Others stumbled to a medical area set up beside the fracas.

“4 concussions, 1 broken leg, 2 broken arms, 1 dislocated shoulder, and several broken ribs. That’s one hell of a pillow fight. #USMA19,” one freshman posted on Twitter, echoing many who seemed to see the injuries as a point of pride.

As the scope of injuries became clear, cadets said in interviews, West Point staff members went door to door in the barracks giving quick concussion checks.

In interviews, cadets said they saw the fight as a chance to have fun after seven weeks of basic training in which they were not supposed to speak to one another. It was also a chance to show grit.

“If you don’t come back with a bloody nose,” a male first-year cadet said his upperclassman commander told him, “you didn’t try hard enough.”

In addition to helmets, the pillow fighters were mandated to wear body armor and — naturally — reflective belts. Because in today’s Army, you can do any kind of dumb crap whatsoever, and the enervated, ass-covering and morally cowardly soi-disant “leadership” will ask only one question: “Was PFC/2LT/Cadet Tentpeg wearing his Reflective Belt?” Well alright then!

The Army has a Safety Center with a two-star (by now, maybe a three-star) dedicated to the idea that if Joe Tentpeg died with his Reflective Belt on, whatever he was doing is as safe as Mr Rogers’s Neighborhood, but if he was unscathed without his Reflective Belt on, his entire chain of command must be hanged, drawn and quartered.

Or maybe, at the rate they’re infantilizing leaders, docked one cookie at recess or something.

Naturally, it wouldn’t be West Point if there weren’t battalions of otherwise militarily useless PR flacks able to deploy a barrage of misdirection and a final protective fire of obfuscation covering an interlocking abatis of double-talk.

[A] spokesman for the academy, Lt. Col. Christopher Kasker, said all cadets had returned to duty.

Upperclassmen overseeing freshmen “allowed the spirit activity to occur out of the desire to enhance the spirit of the class,” Colonel Kasker said, adding that those upperclassmen took “mitigating measures” to prevent injury, including requiring cadets to wear helmets.

“West Point applauds the cadets’ desire to build esprit and regrets the injuries to our cadets,” Colonel Kasker said. “We are conducting appropriate investigations into the causes of the injuries.”

In case you missed it, that was a grown man, a Colonel in the Army for Pete’s sake, telling another presumed grown man (Dave Phillips of the New York Times) that West Point leadership is laser-focused on getting to the bottom of a freshman pillow fight. 

That faint sound of cackling you hear isn’t laughter, it’s our nation’s enemies quaking in their boots. Honest. Because nothing says training war leaders here like losing our $#!+ over a pillow fight. 

What is that smell? Forget it, Jake. It’s Philadelphia.

dead vampire

File photo. This deader wasn’t smelling any more, so nobody in Philadelphia could have followed their nose to him.

You probably thought this post would be about the ongoing Kathleen Kane corruption scandal, didn’t you? Nope, this is just an illustration that a big, mismanaged city (and does anyone want to deny the application of either of those descriptive adjectives to Philadelphia?) is just as rotten a place for the dead as it is for the quick.

Police responding to reports of a foul odor this morning found three rotting corpses in a North Philadelphia garage owned by a funeral home.

Officers made their gruesome discovery at 10:45 a.m. on Hagert Street near 26th. The garage belongs to Powell Funeral Home, which operates a mortuary around the corner on 27th Street. Funeral home representatives told police they were aware of the bodies in the garage, but police were holding the location as a possible crime scene.

What is it with Philadelphia and corpse disposal? Wasn’t in in Philadelphia where Planned Parenthood Poster Child Dr Kermit Gosnell had a stash of dead babies in file cabinets and Mason jars? Wait, that’s a pretty inflammatory charge, so let’s check it with a pro-abortion media outlet like CNN, which says they:

…were stored in water jugs, pet food containers and a freezer at the clinic, the city’s chief medical examiner Sam Gulino testified.

OK, we regret the “dead babies in file-cabinets and Mason jars” line, they were really water jugs and pet food containers. (Advice to the reader: whoever’s taking care of Gosnell’s dogs while he does three life sentences, don’t let ’em lick you no matter how friendly they are. What was he feeding them?) Anyway, that was one of the outrages of 2011-13, back to one of this year’s:

Officer Leeloni Palmiero, a police spokeswoman, said the Medical Examiner’s Office is investigating abuse of a corpse allegations. M.E.’s Office spokesman Jeff Moran, though, said: “None of the deceased individuals were were M.E. cases. The M.E. has no investigative jurisdiction over how funeral homes store bodies. We are  making referrals to the D.A.’s Office and the State Board of Funeral Directors. The D.A. could choose to investigate if they felt that any criminal laws had been broken. The State Board, which licenses funeral directors, could choose to investigate whether or not this funeral director had violated any state regulations.”

Oh, well that’s okay then, they were just ditching bodies that officialdom wasn’t interested in.

via Police: Funeral home stashed bodies in garage.

ATF’s Operation Gunwalker — where are they now?

ATF BadgeOften tagged with “Fast and Furious,” the ATF’s multiple efforts to walk guns to Mexican drug trafficking organizations during the 2000s, notably to the Sinaloa Cartel favored by both the Bush and Obama Administrations over the rival Zetas or the Mexican government, was a multi-operation hydra involving tens of ATF field offices, hundreds of agents, and somewhere between thousands and tens of thousands of firearms — there has never been a full accounting, and ATF resists it to this day.

No senior official was disciplined. No junior official was disciplined. While some of the ATF managers retired, that was coming anyway, and their path into retirement was made easy indeed. For example, “Gunwalker Bill” Newell, one of the principal architects of the scheme, was allowed to start his post-ATF civilian job and still draw his six-figure government salary and lavish benefits for about a year.

Who says crime doesn’t pay? Not Gunwalker Bill.

US Attorney Dennis K. Burke, who approved and helped organize the “increase killings to influence policy” gambit, returned to a staff job at one of the anti-gun non-profits to which he’d always been loyal. The AZ State Bar cracked down as hard on him as bar associations ever do: fining him $1,200 for his role enabling a thousand plus murders, about a buck each, not counting “incurred but not reported” murders, which might double the number (and halve what it’s cost Burke, per-decapitated-capita). ATF Acting Director Kenneth Melson and US Attorney turned ATF Director Byron Todd Jones, both of whom were involved in Gunwalker planning and oversight, retired unscathed by their roles in the same heinous conspiracy. Another US Attorney  read on to and supportive of the program, Loretta Lynch, is now Attorney General. It’s as if the official motto of Operation Gunwalker was “Mess Up and Move Up.”

This is not to say that nobody got in trouble. Unable to get at their cartel-leader targets (because the cartel personnel who were upstream from the straw purchasers ATF chose as entry points were all already being run as paid confidential informants by the FBI, or (more probably) were double agents taking FBI money to betray the FBI effort to their cartel bosses), the ATF targeted the only people they could, the straw buyers and their own cooperating witnesses. CW Ian Garland was thrown under the bus and sentenced to ten years in jail for selling guns Newell, Voth and McAllister directed him to sell to cartel buyers. ATF “expert” witnesses misrepresented the semi-auto weapons Garland sold as full-auto weapons, leading to a 10-year-sentence, but also to its overturn, and Garland’s release, on appeal. Garland’s out now (and cooperating, to the terror of the ATF, with the Mexican government in a probe of how guns ATF directed him to sell were used to murder Mexican law enforcement and court officers), but he not only was imprisoned (and remains convicted), but also they did all they could, as this period appeal makes clear, to make the process a punishment of its own .

Note: this article about Garland’s release was written by one of the ATF’s favorite and most servile leak transmitters, Rick Serrano of the LA Times. Read this and you’re getting the best possible pro-ATF spin! One of the more chilling details in there is that AUSA Steven R. Spitzer admitted misleading the court with what he knew to be false testimony and argument, but argued that they should keep Garland in prison anyway. Because guns.

Guns Garland was directed to walk to Mexican cartel buyers, and that case agents Voth and McAllister then lost interest in, were used to murder US Immigration and Customs Enforcement Special Agent Jaime Zapata and seriously wound his partner Victor Avila Jr. in Mexico. The agents worked out of the El Paso, TX field office. Other ATF guns were used to murder Customs and Border Patrol Special Agent Bryan Terry, and the ATF may have made one crime scene gun disappear.

David Voth was “giddy” when he got the news of Terry’s murder. Nice guy, eh? He’s still on the job. So is Hope “Sunshine Bear” McAllister, who shared Voth’s belief that walking guns to murderous criminals was “cutting-edge law enforcement technique.”

More recently, ATF’s go-to tool Serrano has been ATF’s tool for gently easing a new twist in the story into the limelight — in a Friday story, naturally, because Serrano is always ready to hit his knees in the position of max cooperation. That news was that ATF armed at least one of the shooters who attacked a peaceful protest against mohammedanism in Garland, Texas this year, with a Fast & Furious-walked firearm. ATF and FBI are now investigating themselves, and will be clearing themselves of any wrongdoing shortly, if they haven’t already.

(We wrote those words a couple of weeks ago. Right on time, here comes the ATF’s press secretary, Richard Serrano, to announce that ATF’s investigation of ATF’s supply of yet another firearm to yet another wannabe murderer is complete, and ATF has found ATF blameless. ATF spokeswoman Ginger Colbrun, Serrano’s immediate superior in the ATF public-relations hierarchy, placed the story in the Times with Serrano’s assistance. Richard Serrano may be the only man in America who could tell you, what is the flavor of Colbrun’s boots?).

It it still a Thin Blue Line when its objective, based on its documented results, is to kill law enforcement agents?

The ATF wasn’t completely unsuccessful in punishing its agents. It did drive out most of the whistleblowers who revealed misconduct to Congress and the Press.

As for the people killed with Gunwalker-supplied firearms, two federal agents, one known police offier, and approximately 1,000 Mexicans and counting (at least 200-300 of them law and court officers), well, they’re still dead.

Who says government can’t get anything done?

Gun Free Zones Arming MO Murderers

gun-free-sitting-duckThe AP missed the lede of a recent story: one of the biggest contributors to an explosion of homicides in Missouri is, indirectly, the state’s network of Victim Disarmament Zones, often misleadingly called Gun-Free Zones (the Zones are only “free” of legally carried gunsl; they don’t alter criminal behavior). Missouri’s robust criminal networks, formal and informal, have put the word out that the parking lot outside a school, court, stadium or other VDZ is an excellent place to go trolling for guns.

Auto burglary, even if a gun is stolen, is not taken seriously by the courts there, or almost anywhere else. Likewise, Felon in Possession charges are unlikely to be brought except against the Great White Defendant; violent felons usually get a bye on this charge from their enablers, prosecutors. The Associated Press’s Jim Salter (link is to US News version, which is illustrated with a picture of — guns in a legal gun shop, which are not the subject of the story):

More than 170,000 Missouri residents hold concealed-carry permits and many bring guns when they venture to high-crime areas like St. Louis. Numerous city-dwellers, too, own firearms. But once they arrive at their destination, they often have to leave their guns behind.

“When they go to a baseball game or an event at the convention center … they can’t take their weapons in with them and they leave them in cars,” Dotson said. “Criminals know there are guns in cars and they break into cars.”

More guns are around overall. Both sales and applications for concealed-carry permits have spiked in the St. Louis region in the past year, after unrest that followed the death of 18-year-old Michael Brown led to safety concerns. Brown, who was black and unarmed, was fatally shot by a white officer last summer, leading to protests, some looting, fires and violence.


This is the usually dishonest Jim Salter from Associated Press, so he doesn’t mention that Brown, while unarmed, attacked the officer, nor that the riots (not “protests, some looting”) were fed by dishonest reporting and fabrications from reporters, like, for instance, the AP’s Jim Salter.

When a grand jury declined to indict the officer in November, violence sparked again.

Fed once again by false media reports by Jim Salter, who even today a year after the incident keeps preserving The Narrative™ of innocent “unarmed black man” murdered by a white (therefore, in AP world, evil, unless you’re one of AP’s almost all-white staff, like the fishbelly-white Jim Salter).

Experts say that, inevitably, with more guns come more gun thefts. Remy Cross, a professor at Webster University in suburban St. Louis, said those who steal guns often sell them to other criminals.

“It’s easy to move them,” he said. “If you have a gun and don’t intend to use it yourself, because of the loopholes in laws around gun shows and resale, it’s relatively easy to get these guns into criminals’ hands.”

“Experts say” = “This reporter’s opinon is…” most of the time, but this time he has found an expert to agree with him. So Prof. Cross thinks St. Louis urban skells that steal guns take them to a gun show to sell them to their own social circle of urban skells? There are some ideas so retarded that an innocent retarded person couldn’t possibly form them: you need the advanced retardation that comes with a PhD.

Police say stolen and illegal guns are at the root of violence across the country.

Which leads us to another inference that Salter, in his adhesion to The Narrative™, will never make: restriction on legitimate owners can’t have a meaningful impact on criminal use, because the only intersection of the two groups is when the second (crims) victimize or try to victimize the first (legitimate, peaceable owners).

In San Francisco, the gun used to kill Kathryn Steinle, who was fatally shot in July as she walked with her father along a scenic pier, was stolen.

Salter here uses the passive voice, which the AP Stylebook these days apparently suggests that reporters use when lying about events. He makes “the gun” the subject of that sentence. And he never mentions the rather key data point that the unsecured gun was stolen from a Federal agent, who remains to this day lawyered up, uncooperative with the investigation, and who has gone (and will go) completely unpunished. But yeah, the gun did it. Preach it, Jim.

Chicago has already seized nearly 4,700 guns – nearly all of them stolen – this year.

That is, nearly none of them bought legally. At a gun show or otherwise.


Police spokesman Anthony Guglielmi said that’s seven times more guns seized than New York City, and three times the number in Los Angeles.

“They’re the engine of violence in Chicago,” Guglielmi said. “These are guns that are on the streets used to fuel the violence in Chicago.”

We submit that leniently-handled Chicago career criminals are the engine of violence in Chicago. Maybe the guns are the transmission, but they would commit no crimes, absent a criminal’s intent. (Even Bubba the Gunsmite knows how to apply Loc-tite to the loose nut behind the trigger. When will Chicongo learn?)

In Jacksonville, Florida, gun thefts from cars are so common that police have launched a social media campaign to persuade people to keep their weapons at home.

Yeah, ’cause criminals never steal guns in residential burglaries — which is what they would do if this idjit campaign was 100% successful and everybody left their guns at home. What, do they assume criminals do not react to incentives unlike every other known life form?

“It’s a big issue,” Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office spokeswoman Melissa Bujeda said. “Criminals are just going car-hopping, looking for unlocked doors and people who are leaving their guns in their cars.”

There is no updated national data on gun thefts, but a U.S. Department of Justice Bureau of Justice Statistics report found that 1.4 million firearms were stolen across the country from 2005 through 2010. It also found that the vast majority – at least 80 percent – were never recovered.

This is a case where an ATF master list of stolen guns could be a national benefit, but it would only work if ATF were a trusted broker; instead, ATF leadership is content to have their bureau be known as a politically partisan and untrustworthy (even to its own most courageous agents!) organization.

Suspects who authorities say were wielding stolen guns were shot by St. Louis-area police in two recent high-profile cases, worsening racial tensions that have simmered since Brown’s death. Both of the 18-year-olds shot this month by police also were black.

And, of course, the media has been all over the cops shot blacks version of the narrative, and has soft-pedaled the a couple black career criminals pointed or fired stolen guns at cops version, which is at least equally true (and a hell of a lot more complete).

During a protest in Ferguson on Aug. 9 marking the one-year anniversary of Brown’s death, Tyrone Harris Jr. shot at undercover officers using a semi-automatic 9 mm gun that was stolen last year from Cape Girardeau, Missouri, police said. Officers fired back, striking Harris several times. He was critically wounded.

Last week in north St. Louis, Mansur Ball-Bey ran out of a home during a raid and was fatally shot after pointing a gun at officers, Dotson said, though the attorney for Ball-Bey’s family claims that he was unarmed. Investigations by an internal police unit and the city’s Circuit Attorney’s office continue. Dotson said Ball-Bey’s handgun had been stolen in Rolla, Missouri, about 100 miles southwest of St. Louis.

via Guns stolen from vehicles increasingly used in violent crime.

Gee, who are we gonna believe, the cops holding the dead skell’s stolen gun, or the ambulance chaser hired by the family to get some money out of their expired former member’s kamikaze assault?

And on a final tactical note, does the predictable snuffing out of these sub-geniuses have a knock-on effect of raising criminal mean IQ? We mean, most people are aware banzai charges didn’t even work for the Japanese, and they executed them with considerable numbers and unmatched verve. Guys like Tyrone Harris Jr. and Mansur Ball-Bey must have been the other kind of retarded from PhD retarded.

LA Times ID’s Afghanistan’s Problem: Toy Guns!

There are some ideas that are so retarded you just about need to have a Columbia J-School ticket for your brain housing group to contain them. That includes the idea that the ultima causa of mayhem in Afghanistan is that Afghan kids, unlike, say, LA Times reporters’ precious, coddled Unique and Special Snowflakes™, have mamas that let them play with war toys.

Yeah, that’s it.

Afghan boys with toy guns

It certainly can’t have anything to do with the unrelenting warfare kicked off by a Communist overthrow of King Zahir Shah in 1973, and the unstable state of war that has flowed like a red tide across the landlocked and desperately poor country ever since. It can’t have anything to do with a nation that, after successive governments by wooly-headed Commies, actual Soviet puppets, bloodthirsty mujahideen, and the Bat Guano Crazy Taliban dropped clean off the UN Development Index in 1996, and that therefore for about four generations on the Afghan scale has had nothing to offer an Afghan boy but the prospect of growing up to be killed or crippled in intramural combat like his male ancestors all have been.

(Well, he could be a chai bacha, an Afghan euphemism for a professional catamite, at least until he’s too old. That’s a role that LA Times reporters could probably aspire to).

Anyway, it can’t be any of that. 

Nope, gotta be the toy guns. So cue up the latest masterstroke that will fer-sure-this-time-forget-them-fortyleven-other-times erase the bloodshed that’s been part of Afghan life since before Afghan was a word, and get your ban on, and in 5-4-3-2-1 Afghans will start behaving just like Swiss.

Or not.

Finally, after years of outcry by politicians, parents and civil society groups, the Interior Ministry announced last month that it was officially enacting a ban on the sale of plastic firearms in Afghanistan.

At a news conference in Kabul, Interior Ministry spokesman Sediq Sediqqi said: “After this, there is a ban on the sale and use of plastic guns…. The interior minister directed police in all provinces to collect these toys and prevent their sale.”

Sediqqi said the ministry would work alongside the Ministry of Commerce and the nation’s various trade groups to prevent the import of such toys, mainly from nearby Pakistan and China.

The news comes as a welcome relief to a growing number of parents who for years have refused to buy plastic guns for their children.

“Why should I buy them weapons rather than something that would teach them something positive,” said Geran Popal, a teacher, who has repeatedly denied requests by her three children to buy them fake weapons for the Muslim holiday.

Zuhra Bahman, who last month had started an online petition calling for a ban on the “the manufacturing, import, advertising and sales of imitation weapons in Afghanistan,” also welcomed the news.

Yeah, online petitions. A major factor in Afghan power politics, especially petitions started by women community organizers, the traditional bedrock of Afghan society. Amazing thing is, the guy writing this article has an Afghan name. Did he get a complete cultural brainwashing at UC Irvine or something?

“I am very pleased, this is people power at work,” said Bahman, the mother of a 3-year-old girl.

Bahman, who has studied child development, said that further legislation or a presidential decree should be directed at other imitation weapons, such as plastic knives and hand grenades.

Calls for such a ban have met with resistance, mainly from other parents, she said.

via Afghanistan’s growing toy gun problem has gotten so bad the government finally acted – LA Times.

At an age when most American kids are still being driven to school by mommy and are completely unable to solve personal problems without helicopter-parental intervention, many Afghans are engaging in the national pastime, mayhem. We’re not entirely sure one childhood pathology is superior to the other.

The LA Times, on the other hand, is.

And by the end of the article they’ve tied it to their real agenda: a ban on real guns.

“I find it pathetic that Afghanistan has banned toy guns but not disarmed 99% who shouldn’t own real ones,” tweeted Roya Aziz, an Afghan American who spent eight years in Kabul.

A U.S. raid in June on a weapons cache belonging to Jan Ahmad, a strongman in the northern province of Parwan, stirred a debate in the nation.

Those who supported Jan Ahmad, including Abdullah Abdullah, the chief executive of the Afghan government, said the raid, conducted by a foreign army, violated civil rights and the sovereignty of the Kabul government.

Critics of the anti-Soviet, anti-Taliban strongman saw it as the first step in the disarming of militiamen and other powerful figures maintaining illegal arms stashes.

They’ll never figure it out: arms are downstream from culture. In Afghanistan, it’s logical and even necessary to band together with those of your family, tribe, race or ethnicity is a necessity in the absence of a strong national government (and the absence of a strong national government is guaranteed by the preference of Afghanistan’s powerful neighbors, and by the lack of a strong national identity compared to those ties of family, tribe, race an ethnicity).

This isn’t the first rodeo with banning toy guns. This link is to a photo with a caption indicating that the Germans, who probably have more national experience with gun confiscation that anybody, having at one time done it from the Pyrenees to the Crimea and everywhere in between, were confiscating toy guns in Kabul in 2003. To “prevent children to get used to playing war games.” How’s that working out?

The US has wasted, now, 15 years of effort in building cross-family/tribe/racial/ethnic institutions, including mad efforts like trying to build an Afghan National Army organized by American diversicrats to “perfectly represent Afghanistan” by counting ethnic beans. “Oh, that kandak is short Hazaras, transfer some Hazaras in from this one.” The third-raters that become American personnel officers can’t manage American personnel effectively, so you can imagine how their failure-prone policies do when imposed on a radically different culture and set of motivations.

Telling an Afghan who lives in a village that is his because its previous owners were ethnically cleansed out of there in 1998 or 1987 or 1898 under the Taliban or Soviets or Abdurrahman Khan, that Diversity is Strength, and getting him fired up about the American national pastime of racial beancounting, is about as effective as telling him his sons ought not to have toy guns, when a couple of years from now they will be firing real ones in actual combat — regardless of what overall trends occur in Afghan history.

Does Prison Look Better, if You Can’t See It?

behind barsIt began with a typical 21st Century stroke of criminal genius, and ended with a bullet to the brain, although the denouement is still playing out in the courts.

at about 9 p.m. June 26, 2011, [Mark] Sanders, [Chancier] McFarland and a third man drove to Green Street near 40th in Powelton. As part of the robbery plan, the third man responded to a Craigslist ad to buy a Suzuki dirt bike and agreed to meet the seller on Green Street. McFarland acted as a lookout as Sanders and the third man approached the seller.

After the third man pretended to inspect the dirt bike on the porch of a home, Sanders drew a gun from his waistband and pointed it at the seller and two of the seller’s relatives. Sanders’ co-conspirator, who was inspecting the bike, then drove it away.

Meanwhile, another relative of the seller saw what was going on and took out his legally owned firearm and pointed it at Sanders, telling him to stop.

Sanders instead pointed his gun at that man, who then fired in self-defense, hitting Sanders in the right temple. After Sanders collapsed, the man who shot him called police.

via Blind defendant sentenced to 10-plus years behind bars.

Coached by his sleazebag attorney, one Rocco “Consiglieri” Cipparone, Sanders threw out all the usual mouthpiece-says-I-gotta phony stuff: he’s now found Jesus, he’s sorry he did it (or at least, that he got shot, and caught), and, magnanimously, he’s over being angry at the guy who shot him for just trying to kill him for a motorcycle. Cipparone had all the usual arguments why his current pet pathogen shouldn’t go back in the freezer: he’s already suffering and will suffer for all his life. Don’t put him in jail, argued Cipparone: “[H]e put himself in his own prison of blindness.”

“He will walk blind for the rest of his life. He will eat blind for the rest of his life. He will drink blind for the rest of his life.”

Yeah. Pity this crumb lived. He could have found Jesus before trying to murder somebody for a crap motorbike; but they never do that.

The prosecutor had a few points of argument, too:

Sanders, when he had his gun pointed at the victims, had the gun’s hammer cocked and could easily have fired it.

Sanders has “steadfastly refused” to identify to law enforcement who his accomplices were.

And then, there’s Sanders’s own lengthy violent criminal history. Including this:

In 2010, when Sanders was being arrested for marijuana possession, he grabbed the wire cord of the cop’s radio and wrapped it around the officer’s neck, suffocating him. It wasn’t until the officer was able to grab his gun that Sanders stopped suffocating him and fled.

So he’s not exactly a cherry at the attacking-people gig. And it turns out that there’s another attacked-cop nexus in the case.

Sanders’s accomplice Chancier McFarland and another hood rat named Rafael Jones:

…robbed and killed off-duty Police Officer Moses Walker Jr. on Aug. 18, 2012, in North Philly.

McFarland is now 22 years old; he was twenty when he and Jones (who was 24) murdered Walker.

Rafael Jones’s brother Jerome Jones is suspected (and was indicted, but the prosecutor dropped the case) of being the third man in the motorcycle robbery.

On the bright side, the police seem to have recognized the shooting from the start as an open-and-shut case of self defense, and the defender does  not seem to have been prosecuted.

It was unpossible for any of these guys to get guns, because they were all felons, several were too young to buy in a store, and their state, Pennsylvania, requires all handgun transfers to go through an FFL and has for years.

Yet somehow these four contemptible young wastes of sperm and egg managed to gun up anyway. Imagine that.

You Can Always Trust a Sheriff, Right?

Does your county sheriff have 3 tons of food ratholed in his basement armory? How about blasting caps stored with the C-4? No? Well, has he got one of these?

Acting Sheriff Dwight McNiel of Christian County, Missouri, has (or had) all that stuff. He inherited it from the outgoing sheriff, Joey Kyle — when Kyle went up the river for embezzlement. He also inherited a real financial can of worms.

Since becoming the interim sheriff in May, [Dwight] McNiel said he’s continually found surprising, unnecessary or simply wasteful purchases or acquisitions made by the department. One of his first tasks was sorting through the department’s armory — a closet directly underneath a county courtroom — where C4 was found, he said.

“That’s how I started my first day here — started with the Springfield bomb squad,” McNiel said.

Springfield Fire Marshal Mark Epps said there wasn’t adequate space to safely store explosives. While Epps said it was not a huge safety concern, he noted that the “highly sensitive” blasting caps were stored in proximity to the more inert C4. It’s the blasting caps that are used to detonate the C4.

The explosives are currently being safely stored in Springfield, Epps said.

An unarmed rocket-propelled grenade launcher was also found in the armory. There’s Arabic script on one side of its handle and on the other side is written: “MADE IN IRAQ.”

McNiel said it was taken after deputies responded to a domestic disturbance in which a female caller said a man had a gun. There was a short standoff with the man, the rocket-propelled grenade launcher was confiscated, no charges were filed regarding the launcher and the man is not in police custody.

via Was disgraced sheriff Joey Kyle preparing for Armageddon?.

If the RPG is demilled, it’s not a weapon and not subject to any law that doesn’t apply to a stick or pipe of the same length. In that case, the guy from whom it was confiscated should probably get it back.

If it’s not demilled, it’s an unlicensed Destructive Device and the ATF would probably like to come collect it. In that case, the guy from whom it was confiscated will be lucky if he stays out of Club Fed. It’s not something that a rural police or sheriff’s office has any earthly use for (or any practical way of getting ammunition for).

It’s an ill wind that blows no good: the three tons of food were donated to a local charity, and will be deployed to feed families in crisis.

Hey, Sheriff McNeil, if you aren’t going to return the RPG to its original owner (maybe he’s in pokey), and it is legally demilled, drop us a line. We can use one as a wall hanger, and will make a market-value contribution to the department or a charity of your choice.

The Rangerette Publicity Machine

The fix, it turned out, was in.

The fix, it turned out, was in.

As everyone who has not been under a rock knows, the two women who have been in Ranger School for six months or so as ambassadors militant for their sex are set to graduate, By Direction of the President, this week. Since the President is coming to the graduation, there can be no question of them not passing or being graded like the real students. They are tabbed out, which requires a definition of this ancient Ranger term (well, it appeared to be of very great antiquity when we contacted it in Ranger school in October, 1982). What is “tabbed out”?

Tabbed Out

It’s an insidious attitude that some Ranger School attendees get when they are confident that they have enough patrols to graduate personally; a certain personality type, a Courtney Massengale if you will, ceases effort beyond the minimum. He’s (and up to now, they’ve all been “he”s) tabbed out.

If not before, our two women were Tabbed Out the moment the phone rang in Building 4, telling someone that the Preident was coming to their graduation. By Direction of the President, they were tabbed out. Nothing they did after that point could have prevented their graduation, probably not even dying — unlike previous deaths on the course, they’d have gotten a posthumous tab.

The Ranger Instructors are alert to this phenomenon and, where they can, administer doses of humility when required. They can’t always.

There have always been a few candidates — sons of serving generals, for instance — for whom Failure Was Not An Option, not because they had no failure in them (we have learned that martial ardor is a more heritable trait than martial ability), but because their success was decreed from On High, usually from the CO or even the Benning CG.

In this case, the men filling those positions are fully-on-board Diversity Is Our Strength social justice warriors.

There’s no Tabbed Out like Tabbed Out By Direction of the President.


Diversity is Strength!

Is diversity strength? It depends, of course. If you left out any of the three ingredients in a structural part made of carbon fiber cloth, epoxy resin, and  epoxy hardener with the latter two reacting in a typically exothermic reaction, well, you would have floppy cloth with goop on it, not a structural part. But if you added to carbon fiber, epoxy resin, and hardener an equal quantity of straw and manure (recognizing, say, the vibrant contributions of Afghan home builders), then that particular diversity would not be strength. Hence, “it depends.”

In the end, “Diversity is Strength” sounds less like a rational statement and more like a hortatory slogan, the kind so acidly skewered in Orwell’s 1984: War is Peace! Freedom is Slavery! Ignorance is Truth!

Diversity is Strength!

You almost want it to be an antiphonal call-and-response: “Diversity is Strength!” “Amen!”

No, diversity is not strength. Judicious diversity, which is not the sort pursued today, is how the addition of carbon to iron produces steel. Addition of cobalt, of tungsten, chromium or nickel in trace amounts produces all the many structural and mechanical steels that, unseen, make the world work — the real world, the one that the English majors and lawyers simply grow atop like mildew, thinking that they’re in command.

Addition of random ingredients to your melt isn’t likely to produce superior steel — diversity, in that case, is “inclusions.” To burn it down to a slogan, except for very few very defined instances, Diversity saps Strength.

The Lesson of 1974

1974 was a great year for social justice warriors. For the United States, of course, it was a year of chaos, retrenchment and decline, which may or may not be related to that. But in the Army of 1974 — an Army riven by a rocky transition from a narrow, unfair draft, by racial division, and rampant drug use — the Most Important Thing wasn’t solving any of those problems, about which leadership was in deepest denial.

It was (drumroll please) Opportunities for Women.

First, and most important to Academy graduates, at least, the Military Academy prepared to admit its first women, who would be the only members of the Class of 1980 celebrated by the press. (The press, then as now in the grip of its not-antiwar-just-on-the-other-side shame from Vietnam, wishes the Army and all in it ill, so perhaps lionization in the press is not a good marker of martial value). But what we saw was the change imparted to another venerable institution, and one that had rather more to do with victory in WWII than West Point did, to wit, jump school.

Airborne School admitted its first women in 1974. And the first women were carefully selected and prepared female officers (sound familiar?) who were subject to sex-normed “same standards” as the men. By all accounts, that first class actually did their best and met the standards, as long as you only graded them on the female curve.

The problem with carefully selecting women who can almost hang with the guys is this: you run out of freaks of nature and weight-lifting high-T lesbians pretty quickly. So for subsequent classes, the powers that be had to either accept very high female attrition or lower the standards further. In the end, they essentially dropped standards for female attendees and that led to a precipitous drop in standards at the school in general.

It started with the runs. Airborne runs were once “legendary,” as in stories told to both encourage and intimidate the young, but within a few years they were “legendary,” as in “something that took place so long in the past that all that is left is apocryphal oral tradition. At first, women who fell out of runs were yelled at and shamed but they cried and called their Congressmen, so that stopped. Within a very few years, they ran if they wanted, and didn’t run if they didn’t feel like it, and no one said anything. The Army made sure the recruiting brochure for jump school looked like a college catalog: a centrally managed race and sex mix designed to look Inclusive.

True, paratroopers coming out of the course could no longer be expected to have displayed courage, fitness, and commitment, but none of those things were necessary any longer: diversity was our strength!

By 1980, the date of the emergence of that first batch of West Point women from their cocoon on the Hudson, it was functionally impossible to fail jump school. Sure, there was still plenty of pointless hazing and harassment, and this induced people to quit, but by 1980 there were no standards. Fog a mirror, pass the course.

In that case, why have a course? The essence of military parachuting can be taught to a static-line jumper in a day, maybe a half day. But the course is what they’ve always done; for the Army, then 205 years of tradition untainted by progress, better to have a sham course than to admit the Emperor’s hairy butt was showing.

What happened in Airborne School happened across the military. At first, “women just want to compete on the same level playing field.” Then, “the standards are biased against women.” At first, “women don’t want to change the Army, they want to join it.” Then, it was, “the culture is hostile to women.”

From there it was a short step to making mechanics take down Snap-On calendars in the motor pool, because the slinky girls on the calendars, and the fact that the men liked looking at them, were kryptonite to the acidulous Sapphic sadducees of DACOWITS.

It was a short step from the first guy whose career got canc’d because he pointed out the the girls in his motor pool couldn’t lift their toolboxes, to contracts demanding impossible lighter tools, to a motor pool where a guy carries the girl’s toolbox, always, and she thinks she did it herself. Because you go, girl!

From there, it was a short step to where we are today.

The Publicity Campaign

And that brings us to today’s publicity campaign. It has been unprecedented in its breadth: it not only has reached the usual febrile triage plazas of diversity cant, but the PR agency actually got the mother of one of the Rangerettes on the Rush Limbaugh show. And it has been unprecedented in its persistence. They’ve even reached out to blogs hostile to their message, in this format:

From: Cathy Renna <>
Date: Tue, Aug 18, 2015 at 2:19 PM
Subject: Expert Availability Re: First Women Graduating Army Ranger School
To: [a well known military blog]

Media Contact: Sue Fulton


Phone: 908.256.xxxx

Expert Availability Re: Women Graduating Army Ranger School

Washington, DC – Two women West Point graduates are poised to become the first women to graduate the Army’s Ranger School.

The following women West Pointers are available to discuss the impact of this historic event:

Donna McAleer, West Point ’87, author of “Porcelain on Steel: Women of West Point’s Long Gray Line,” member of the Defense Advisory Committee on Women in the Service.

Anne MacDonald, Brig. Gen. (ret.), West Point ’80, part of the first West Point class to graduate women, the only class of ’80 woman to reach general officer rank.

Sue Fulton, West Point ’80, part of that first class, first woman graduate Chair of the West Point Board of Visitors.

Targetcue, by the way, is a GLBT advocacy firm closely tied to the administration, that works largely through a network of gay and lesbian reporters. It’s managing partner (and, it seems, chief cook and bottle washer) is Cathy Renna, who sent the above email. (We have removed details of email and phone addresses, because even militant lesbians trying to destroy the Army have a right privacy).

Renna writes:

Everybody wants their “name” in the media, but we’ll get your story told and told well. Target Cue provides premiere services for audience-targeted media outreach at all levels, from mainstream media to more audience specific outlets and social media. With decades of experience and long-term trusted relationships with and access to journalists and bloggers, your story is in good hands at Target Cue. With a full range of services that start with audience targeting and includes message development to placement of stories and opeds/blogs posts, TargetCue will work with you from beginning to end to maximize the impact of your media visibility and leverage media coverage in diverse ways.

You might be inclined to credit her for all the publicity barrage we’re seeing, but Targetcue is just one of scores if not hundreds of PR flack rookeries that have been mobilized not only to sell the public on the idea of Rangerettes, but to make it seem as if the public was always sold, and as if this whole idea originated out there in real America and not around conferences tables of careerist officers and lesbo-feminist activists. Those aren’t equivalent groups but there is a large intersection in the sets.

We’re teaching our young officers that they can have anything they want if they just throw enough of a tantrum. That will be one hell of a military to send into combat.

Of course, they won’t care. By then, they’ll be out. They’ll be “activists.”

What’s Next?

The Navy folded, and CNO Jon Greenert says SEAL standards will drop to meet the available women. (That’s the real subtext of all his bloviating. He knows who signs his paycheck). Where are they going to get SEALettes from? Maybe Cathy Renna has some in her little black book. And mad social justice leader Ray Mabus has set a 25% floor for women in the Navy and Marines — and every job therein. Guided by the wisdom of Comrade Academician Lysenko, we move forwards to the New Soviet Man Nongendered Human Being. Meanwhile, everybody’s racial classification, the bean most lovingly counted by racialist diversicrats, turns out to be remarkably fluid.

How does the Army meet these raised stakes in Diversity Poker? Well, one of the Rangerettes hasn’t been awarded the title of Best Ranger yet. That’s still open! And there’s this ugly guy with lipstick just named to some White House position. Why not make him/her/it Secretary of Defense? It’s not like the guy in the office now would be missed. Heck, there’s the Trans Barrier, and then there’s the Poly Barrier, and then there’s the NAMBLA Barrier. There’s no end to the Diversity that can be our Strength!

Meanwhile, the Army has announced that most soldiers will not be able to trade above squad level this year as the Army regresses to Depression-era end strength. Leadership emphasis is, you see, elsewhere.

Meanwhile, 10k .mil email addresses (6.8k Army) were found on the Ashley Madison hook-up web site, and  the DOD is investigating all for adultery. That will help them get to the new 80k cuts they’re talking about, and a few more to make room  (If you’re counting, 45 DHS emails, 88 Bureau of Prisons, and 10 officials in Philadelphia city government, too). So moral of story: it‘s a really good time for warriors to leave and let the West Point activist types have the Army to themselves.