Could it be Racism?

I keep wondering why those on the political Left hate guns so much.  And want to outlaw them.  Out of existence.  And then confiscate them.  Like has been done in every socialist and Marxist and communist country on Earth.  Which I believe they hope America will become.  

And since we know guns don't get up in the morning, wash their little metalic faces, load themselves up and go out looking for little girls to assassinate, it makes one consider other reasons for their pathological tendencies.  And I think I may have discovered it:

Maybe the Democrats hate guns so much because they're BLACK!

Whaaaat?  Yup!  Most guns are Black, and the Leftoids hate guns, ergo...they hate them because they're BLACK!  And that's straight-up racism, fellow Patriots!

Now, it wouldn't be fair to cast such aspersions without an investigation.  And here's what we know for sure:  The average pistol weighs about 2 pounds.  The average rifle or shotgun weighs in at about 7 or 8 pounds.  And almost every single firearm for sale is BLACK!

The average car, however, can weigh from about 2,600 to more than 9,000 pounds!  With the average sedan coming in at 4,200, and the average SUV at 5,600.  And as we all know, cars come in a rainbow of colors.  They come in red, and blue, and green, and yellow, and White, of course, as well as...BLACK!  Which is why, I propose, the Left-wing weennies don't hate cars.  Especially those growed-up golf cart types.  

That's a lota' metal to be careening around all willy nilly, doncha' think?  A Cadillac Escalade, weighing in at a portly 5,900 lbs., driven by a 17 year-old, pimply-faced, not-yet-transgender boy, launching itself into a little girl on a tricycle, creates all sorts of mayhem.  Ahhhh, but a little bitty gun, a BLACK gun, if not aimed or discharged at the little girl, harms no one!

Maybe it's time we start placing the blame where it really belongs!  And stop abetting racism!

In my last posting I alerted you to the fact that some 48,000 of our citizens die by automobile every year, yet only 26,000 of our citizens die by unintentional gunfire.  That means almost twice as many folks die from cars every year than die by gunfire.  Are you getting that, Mr. and Mrs. and Mzzzz. and they/them/it America?

Maybe we need a "Brady Act" to start focusing our ire on cars, where it really belongs...

It's Time For CAR Control!

     -  42,795 of our friends and neighbors died in auto accidents in 2022.  

Ooooh, bad!

     -  Ahhh, but 48,830 of our fellow citizens died by gunfire!  

Oooooooooh, really bad!  

     -  Exceeppppt, more than 26,000 of those firearm deaths were suicides!  Deaths at one's own hand!  The gun was just available!  

And only 22,000 of those 48,000 firearm deaths occured as a result of homicide.  People killing people.  Like Black folks shooting Black folks in record numbers in Mr. Johnson's Chicago.  About 40 every weekend.  Weekend after weekend, after weekend...  

Soooo, you should also know tht our own BoyGuv Newsom, a guy born on 3rd base and thought he'd hit a triple, San Fran Nan Pelosi's newphew, America's Richest Man J. Paul Getty's Godson, today signed a new law doubling the sales tax on firearms and ammunition.  To help fund "Violence Prevention Awareness."  And "Up Yours, You Infernal Gun Owners."  Not sure about that last one.  

This little action by Mr. Brylcreem means the sales tax on guns could be as much as 22%.  Governor Greaseball says he expects it to raise $179,000,000 a year.  Out of the pockets of honest, God-fearing Californians.  Folks just trying to protect themselves.  With their own government making it harder for them to do so...  

Several gun Rights groups are promising to sue.  As well they should... 

How about this, BoyGuv?  Since we don't have any data on how many people kill themselves using cars, seems to me Taxifornia should be slapping stratospheric taxes on automobiles!  They kill nearly twice as many people as guns.  And they cost dozens of times more than guns.  So hey there BoyGuv!  You can raise $Billions and $Billions more in illegal taxes to play with as you choose!  Just focus your Democrat Executive Orders where they belong: 

                          CARS! 

And to make the whole thing more palatable to your core constituency of Climate Alarmist CPDLW's,* you can tell them you'll only slap exhorbitant taxes on gas-powered cars.  They'll be all for it when they know they can not only disarm their neighbors, they can "fix" Global Warming!

Go ahead, BoyGuv, put "Car-Control" into motion.  Issue some of those "Executive Orders."  Like the 129 anti-gun orders you've issued since attaining office.  Go ahead.  I'll let you take all the credit...  

You Throw a Pebble...

You throw a pebble into a verdant pool...

                          +++

You may have heard that Jim Farley, Ford's CEO, was just asked about his company's prospects during the current United Auto Workers strike.  The first to impact all of the Big 3 in more than 40 years.

He said that accedeing to the Union's demands would bankrupt Ford.  The only company, BTW, he said, that didn't go BK during the meltdown of 2008 (he's right).  

Additionally he added that Ford will lose more than $4.3 BILLION dollars from its Government-mandated electric car foray just this year alone.  And that it loses as much as $63,000 on every electric car it sells.  Which, BTW, is the exact same price as Ford's electric car they call a Mustang.     

Gulp!

(Memo to Farley:  If you like to making money, stop selling stuff upon which you lose money.  Just sayin'...)

Ford is far ahead of GM or Stellantis on Plug-In-Electrics, but that's not saying much.  They're all struggling.  Struggling to stop making the cars they've been making for more than 100 years, and start making cars with a yet-to-be-proven market demand.

Whilst competing with Tesla, a company with a decade-long head start, and is also NON-UNION!

Wha...?

How did all that happen?  Boy Guv Newsom decided one day to issue a pronunciamento, proclaiming that no gas-powered cars shall be sold in Taxifornia after date-certain 2030.  

Why that date?  Well why not?  For uber-liberals, anything is possible.  Or in this case, IMpossible.  It seems that being an ideologue enables one to simply circumvent the laws of both physics and science.

New Yawk's unelected Guv quickly followed suit.  As did the Portly Puke Guv from Illinois.  With emephasis on the "Ill."  And Delaware.  And Maryland.  And on, and on...

So the automakers had no choice but to make a hard turn to port and start making overgrown golf carts.  Which each require some 17 pounds of lithium.  A rare earth we don't have so very much of.  But China does.  Lots and lots of it.  And China and Joe O'Biden are reeeeel close, if you know what I mean.

The United States Geological Survey (USGS) has assured us that we are sitting on more than 900 years worth of oil.  Enough oil to power us, and even the World, well into the future.  Without "help" from the Saudi oil shieks or autocrats in Russia or the socialists in Venezuela.  

And oh by the way, our electricity generation capability is well below the demands our dummmass politicians are placing upon it.  Most of our electric infrastructure was built back in the 50's and hasn't been updated yet.

So why does Boy Guv want to destroy the auto industry and bring them into bankruptcy and the Nation into a recession?  Knowing as he must that Plug-In-Electrics consume 90% fewer parts and take 40% less manufacturing labor than gas powered cars?  Because he thinks Oil Bad, Windmill Good?  Yeah, that, and because he didn't have the mental horsepower to think through his actions.  And he's never been called to task for those same awful actions.  

A disease that afflicts nearly every Democrat politician.

So why is Farley and other Detroit CEO's bitching and moaning?  Because O'Biden dumped $6.5 TRILLION DOLLARS into our economy in 2021.  That caused Jimmy Carter-era inflation for the first time in more than 40 years.  And what did that do?

Lemme' see here.  Four years ago the min wage in Taxifornia was $11.50.  Today?  It's now $20.00.  With no time for the hundreds of thousands of businesses that were given no chance to adapt (75% of our economy is small business).  

And how about Brown?  UPS drivers earned about $100,000 a year two years ago.  They just negotiated a raise to $175,000 for full-timers.  Tell that to your son or daughter in college racking up student loans, so they can become a teacher.  And earn $65,000 a year.  The UAW is on strike now.  I suspect there will be many other strikes to follow.  Likely throwing our economy into recession.  Or worse.  All because a bunch of faculty lounge Yale weenies decided one day that Oil Bad, Windmill Good.  That we're all going to die in a fiery Hell because SUV bad, horsey good.

                                 +++

A pebble is thrown into a quiet pool.  The concentric rings that flow outward therefrom may, and often do, cause unintended consequences... 

Doubling Down...

It seems to me a politician would have to hate a state, or a county, or a city one Hell of a lot to impose rules, regulations and laws that would surely sound its death knell.

Especially after its politicians had discovered those same laws and rules and regulations were destroying those cities.

Like has happened and is happening to Chicago.  And Austin.  And Portland.  And Seattle.  And New York.  And Baltimore.  And Los Angeles.  And so many, many others.

But perhaps most of all, San Francisco.

San Francisco was perhaps the most beautiful city in America.  I know.  I lived there during the 70's.  And loved its quirky, cosmopolitan, Bohemian, offbeat nature.

Now?  It's proof-positive that Left-wing stupidity is on NEON display for all to see.  But only those availing themselves of such truths, are choosing to see.  Those choosing to view "Corporate Media" are thus protected from learning just how incompetent and often evil their elected representatives can truly be.

A previously safe, serene and beautiful city is now so dirty and scary and crime-ridden that its residents don't go out after dark.  They no longer send the police when your car is broken into.  Which happens more than 60 times a day.  The City just chooses to pay for it out of tax money.  And since they "defunded their police," they just don't seem to have enough of those critters now to send.  

And it's also cheaper that way, they say...

One has to step over piles of human feces to enter tony Union Square restaurants.  Places where you can easily drop $50.00 on a tuna salad sandwich, assuming you don't get "dropped" on the way in or out.  

And assuming you wish to step around or over drug addicts to do so.  Which fewer and fewer these days...are.

But that's okay.  Those same Left-wing Democrats who voted to permit this stuff. keep on doubling down!  They'll vote for it over and over, again and again until it works.  

So help them...makes no matter...whoever's in charge.  

So far San Francisco has lost more than 65,000 of its 400,000 residents.  With more to go, and soon.  By overdose or by U-Haul trailer.  Because the people in charge of punishing law-breakers...simply aren't.  And so law-breaking is in full flower.  Homo Sapiens Sapiens has known for hundreds of thousands of years that failure to punish law-breaking...gets you more law-breaking.  

Except if you're a Democrat lawmaker.  They don't seem to know anything.  And are incapable of learning...

So hey, I'm safe and secure, ensconsed as I am in here in Fortress Chuckmeister.  Surrounded by firearms and loads and loads of ammunition.  Safe from the millions and millions of illegal aliens who want to live...where I live.  So yeah, no problems here.  But my friends and neighbors who weren't Eagle Scouts or Army Rangers are just now discovering that the sh*t they voted for expecting never to actually confront, they're now confronting.*  In spades (can I still say that?).  

And they don't know how to cope with it.

Too bad, so sad.  File it under sh*t happens.  And one day soon it'll be happening to them.  Up close and personal.  And I simply cannot wait.

BTW, I'm giving lessons on self-defense and survival here at the Fortress every M-W-F at 10:00 sharp.  Limited seating.  $250.00 in gold bullion.  Or maybe Swiss Francs.  'Murican money ain't no good here.  O'Biden keeps on printing it until it's lost its value.  Just gold.  Or silver, maybe.  Or Francs.  Or precious stones.  Or some collector cars.  Not all of them, mind  you, no Fords (I hate Fords!), but many of them.  We'll talk.

And RSVP quickly.  If not, the price is surely to go up, as Bidenflation guarantees.  And don't call me Surely.  Heh, heh.

Have a prepared day...

*    As NYC's Mayor Eric Adams about that...

Weather? Or Climate?

Ever wonder what the difference could possibly be between the "Climate" and the "Weather?"  

        The "Climate" is what you expect,

          the "Weather" is what you get...

In fact, is "WEATHER" is what conditions in our atmosphere averages over a short period of time, and "CLIMATE" is how the atmosphere "behaves" over relatively long periods.  

In effect, "Climate" is the long-term average of short-term "Weather."  

Got it?

Yes indeed, fellow Patriots, I've investigated this matter to a fair-thee-well so you don't have to, and the above statement is all you need to know; the Climate is what you expect to happen tomorrow, and the Weather is what you'll actually wind up with tomorrow.  Period.  You may now go on to something more important in your life, and God knows, almost anything you choose would be more important.

                                + + + + +

Still here?  Okay.  For those like me with nothing else important to do, here's a PhD in "Climate Chaos"* for free:

The climatologists and meterologists and high-priced TV presenters all get together at a pricey 8-star hotel and kick the matter around.  They actually collect all the data for, say, September 21st, and all the September 21st'sts that have gone before the one today.  And from that historical evidence they can deduce what's likely to occur.  I guess we'll find out who's right...  

Will there be a hurricane?  There have been hurricanes on this date, so maybe another one?  How about hail?  Or snow?  A heat wave?  Maybe a tornado or two?  Or three or four?  All that has happened on this date, and could happen again.  Will it be hotter than expected, or colder (CLIMATE)?  We have a hundred years of history about September 21st at our disposal, as well as the "Farmer's Almanac."   Which, because it collects copious amounts of data (CLIMATE), it almost always correctly predicts the "WEATHER."  And so they, and we, can predict what this September 21st will likely bring.  And that's the definition of...ready for it?  "CLIMATE."

Now then, the next September 21st rolls around and...voila!  We'll have "WEATHER!"  

Is the Earth getting warmer?  Seems so.  According to data from the National Weather Service, the Earth's temperature has risen by an average of 0.14 degrees F (0.08 degrees C.) per decade since 1880.  That's a Grand Total of...ready for it? 

            2 Degrees Fahrenfriggenheit.  

And is the Sky Falling?  Will so-called "Climate Change" kill us all?  No!  Lemme' remind you of our citizenry born after about 1980, who believe that everything important has happened only to them!  On August 27th, 1900 the "Great Galveston Hurricane" was visited upon those unfortunate citizens.  A Category 4 hurricane with sustained winds of more than 145 miles per hour hit Galveston.  A saltwater storm surge up the Mississsippi River from the Gulf of Mexico of more than 16 feet hit the town, and kept hitting it for more than 15 hours.  It is credited with the largest death toll in American history, taking some 8,000 from their families.  

     And that was more than 120 years ago.

And oh yeah, there have been 10 other major, humongous, super-nasty, awful, horrendous and people-killing storms in the past 100 years.  10 others like Katrina.  And I remind you, there were very few SUV's and Gulfstream 5's back a Century ago.

So everybody who didn't already know that stuff just shut the Hell up.  Especially all you folks who keep bitching about "Climate Chaos."  

I say it's a good thing the Earth is getting warmer, BTW.  More people die from freezing to death every year than from heatsroke.  So, turn in your Tesla for a Corvette and go do some donuts in the police department parking lot.  And stop trying to sell us this horsesh*t.  We ain't buying...

*    This whole thing started with "Global Warming" a decade ago.  Then it morphed into "Climate Chaos," with lots of stops in between.  And none of them feed the bulldog.  And you can take that to the bank... 

The Secret of Life.

I'm an old guy with a bad back and I've learned a lot over the course of my life.  

I think I know finally how this whole thing wrings out.  What this whole "secret of life" thing actually means.  And here it goes...

We're born, assuming we weren't first aborted by someone in a Big Blue City seeking "healthcare," and then we start to attain adulthood.  Which involves passing through a dangerous portal called "puberty."  Which makes us go nuts.  Literally.  

At this point the guys all have one singlular goal; they look for girls to screw.  With no plans or strategies concerning marriage and families and houses and careers and 401(k)'s.  Or even tomorrow morning.  All they want is to get laid.

Girls, on the other hand, are looking for the father of their children.  They're looking for specific features in their prospective mate, like the size and shape of his nose.  And when they find him, they pull out all the stops.  They go full gangsta mode until they get that ring.  And the wedding.  And kid, after kid, after kid.  Pumping them out like a Xerox machine on steroids.  Because that's what their womb is telling them to do.  And girls follow their womb.

It all goes back to Genesis 1:28.  And God said, "Go forth, be fruitful and multiply."  All He cared about was populating the Earth He'd just busted His butt creating.  And He wasn't about to wait.  So he gave them "...dominion over the plants, and the animals, and all the fish in the seas."  And without people, those things don't mean much, right? 

BTW, having dominion isn't such a bad gig.

So God has a sense of Humor.  We know that because He afflicts us with the miracle of children, thus changing the course of our lives, often for the better.  But He first has to bind us with a mate, whose help we need to first get into, and then get through, this mess.  

Thankfully, I guess.  After meeting my to-be wife, she asked me my goal in life.  "I want a Ferrari," I said.  I then asked her the same question.  She said, "I want a dozen kids."  And we then made a deal.  I could have my Ferarri, she said, so long as she had her kids.  What a dummie!  Everybody knows you can't have a Ferrari if you have kids!  Even one is too many, much less a dozen!  Or four, in my case. 

(BTW, Rule to Live By:  One kid is one kid.  Two kids are 4 kids.  3 kids are 9 kids.  4 kids are 16 kids.  Etc., etc). 

But it's all a part of the chemical trap that makes us want to pursue like crazy, and then be caught in a web of our own making, by the person of our dreams.  The Velvet Trap, as it's called. 

The Secret of Life is why He put us here.  And so who are we not to oblige?

A Cure for Boredom...

I just watched a high-speed car chase courtesy of OnPatrolLive.  It's a 3 hour ride-along cop show on the Reelz Channel every Friday and Saturday night at 9:00 p.m. EST.  Real buddy buddy, but girls won't be turned off.  Try it, you'll like it.  

Anyway, back to the car chase.  It lasted some 20 minutes and involved about a dozen cop cars.  And a helicopter.  And a K-9 pooch.  And some tazers.  And a "PIT" maneuver at more than 100 mph that destroyed two cars!  These folks would not be denied!  They were serious!  I got the feeling that's why they became cops!  This is like "Grand Theft Auto" for realzies!  

When did this whole thing get so serious?

I remember the good ol' days back in Chillicothe, Missouri.  A town just short of 10,000 in population, but always tried to live bigger than that.  It was the Livingston County seat, so there was a four-story gray concrete block court house smack in the middle of town.  Just like every other Midwest county seat built 100 years ago.  The town was about five miles long, start to finish.  With 5 or 6 stop lights downtown.  Two banks, two pharmacies, one movie theater.  A couple of pool halls.  And the people could not be nicer.  

Growing up there is why, frankly, I'm so damn nice!   That's the answer to the question I'm most often asked, BTW.  Ahem...

So anyway, since there was no Internet back then, nor any late night TV, we'd just turn the AM radio to 640 XERF, Acuna Cuahuila, Meheeeko!  Wolfman Jack was the DJ and he was the best game in town.  So we'd listen to him howl and drive from one end of town to the other, back and forth, nice and slow, windows down, smoking and joking, honking and waving to our friends.  

Who were doing the exact same thing.

This can get a person pretty bored pretty fast.  So some of us car-crazed hooligans resorted to more, umm, exciting ways to spend our evenings.  My preferred way was to find a local cop at the same stoplight as us, but going in the opposite direction.  And then, when the light changed, I'd do a world-class burnout in my Dad's 371 horsepower 1958 Oldsmobile Super 88.  And our donut-friendly cops would do a quick U-turn and head on after us, bubble gum machine turning furiously, siren blaring loudly.  Except I'd keep on going in an effort to outrun these portly civil servants.  

And off we'd go.  I'd go block to block, turning first left then right, always quicker than the 4-door Plymoth cop cars with a teeny little 318 cu. in. motor.  It was frankly unfair, of course, especially with about 600 lbs. of cops on board.  Both of them.  But hey!  Gotta' make your own entertainment sometimes!

So I'd streak on home to my folks' house and use one of those new-fangled (at the time) remote controls to open the garage door just as we arrived.  I'd drive in quickly, close the door behind us, and wait.  Silently.  Before long the cops would arrive, driving by ever so slowly.  Flashing their spot on our house.  Assuring themselves it simply couldn't have been me.  

Except who else had a champagne beige four-door hardtop Olds with a white top?  And four dumbasses on board giving them the finger?  

Me and my buds would laugh our asses off for awhile, have a quart of Falstaff (3 for $1.99 at the time), and then head on out. like a lion on the Serengheti, I'd go looking for the cops again.  To set up my trap, again.  18 year-old boys, looking for a little spice in their lives.  And sometimes, believe it or not, I'd get to the do the exact same thing ONE MORE TIME in the very same evening!  

How?  Why?  Because, you see, we'd learned that a Chillicothe Police Policy stated that unless they could catch you, they couldn't nab you later.  Which fueled our teenage fantasies.  And we took every advantage of it.

Then there was that cold December evening.  It had been snowing all day, lightly, but enough to leave a 2" or 3" covering of white powder everywhere.  Including all over the streets.  

And so about 11:00 p.m., when all normal folks had turned in, we'd strike!  This was perfect for us, 'cause we'd go looking for the cops to get them to chase us, and then outrun them again.  In the snow.  Going about 6 miles per hour.  Slippin' and a' slidin,' as we say.  With gales of laughter filling our car.  The cops were probably laughing too..

It was "American Grafitti" out loud!  And I never got snagged by the fuzz, as they say.  But I always felt that the cops, guys we'd all gone to school with, really didn't want to catch us and ruin all the fun!   

Who knows?  As I said, there was no Internet...