Why the Republican Party will be kissing my ass in 2010.

Because they do stupid stuff like backing Dede Scozzafava in a special election for the solid Republican seat in New York's 23rd Congressional District, the seat held until recently by John McHugh, a Republican who is leaving to become Secretary of the Army.

The seat is now open and a new representative must be chosen. In this district, the GOP generally has no chance of losing no matter who they put up. But rather than back a conservative, the GOP got behind a RINO State Assemblywoman named Dede Scozzafava who votes to the left of many of the state's liberal Democrats.

I won't go deep into the history of this nightmarish woman. Michelle Malkin is doing a fantastic job here already, detailing Scozzafava's ties to ACORN, support for abortion and unions, including the infamous card-check legislation that Dems love...even her apparent corruption and siphoning of campaign funds to sham businesses run by family and friends. She's everything that we conservatives hate in the most liberal of Democrats, and here she is, running under the GOP banner with the full backing of once-credible "conservatives" like Newt Gingrich.

This article by Warner Todd Huston spells it out quite well, too. Dede Scozzafava must withdraw, and the GOP needs to join the rest of us conservatives behind Doug Hoffman, who now has to run as a third-party candidate under the banner of the New York State Conservative Party because Scozzafava won't relinquish the GOP seat. Hoffman already has the support of solid conservatives such as Sarah Palin, Tim Pawlenty, Fred Thompson and Gary Bauer. The message is getting out, and it seems that everyone except the GOP leadership is receiving it. Hoffman's actually out-polling her now, but she could still serve as a spoiler and toss this seat to the Dems unless she backs out or Hoffman can win big.

I support Doug Hoffman. Lagniappe would too if he could vote. Please join us by sending Hoffman a donation and by letting the GOP and Mr. Gingrich know that if they go liberal on us this year, they can go it alone in 2010.

Read Doug Hoffman's editorial in the New York Post. He's one of us. Send him a few dollars and poke both Obama and the GOP in the eye.

Another "WTF?" moment, courtesy of Lagniappe.

So I come home last night after being gone most of the day, and I find that Lagniappe has dragged my body armor ("bullet-proof vest", to you non-tactical readers) out from under my bed and it's now lying next to his dog bed.

So now I have to figure out why he felt that he needed that particular item yesterday. I mean, I know that the neighborhood cats have been spreading the rumor that they're planning on doing a drive-by on Lagniappe in retaliation for his slaughtering a couple of their pals recently, but come on...everyone knows that cats can't drive.

Maybe he heard something suspicious outside and felt the need to go tactical before checking it out? I Dunno and he won't say. But I checked my AR carbine and the Aimpoint sight was still off, so he probably hadn't messed with that. He almost always forgets and leaves it on. (But then who among us doesn't?)

The least he could have done was at least zap it with Febreeze.

Said perfectly.

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Why I despise so-called bounty hunters.

This story out of Bristol, VA pretty much spells it out.

Three bona-fide losers grab an innocent woman up, thinking that she's wanted and they can cash in. They assault her, rob her, molest her, and finally take her to the local jail, where it takes the jail staff just a few minutes to determine that she's not the wanted woman.

BRISTOL, Va. – A woman accused of skipping bond was handcuffed, sexually assaulted during a strip search and hauled off to jail Oct. 9. But the three who arrested her were only masquerading as drug task force agents.

On top of that, police said, the fake agents nabbed the wrong woman and passed her to a bail bondsman in the hopes of receiving a reward.

The bondsman then took the woman to the Bristol Virginia Jail, where she was immediately freed because jailers quickly discerned her true identity.

“She clearly had identification to clearly show she wasn’t the person in question,” Bristol Police Detective Sgt. Steven Crawford said Thursday.

Charges of abduction, robbery, impersonating a law enforcement officer, conspiracy and sexual battery were filed against the two men and a woman who staged the false arrest, Crawford said.

Officers arrested Donna Fitzwater, of Bristol, Tenn., and Dwayne Peters, of Greeneville, Tenn., on Thursday. They continue to search for Stacy Herndon, of Lebanon, Va.

A fourth person – Doug Roller, of Bristol, Va. – is being charged as an accessory, Crawford said, based on accusations that Roller lured the woman to Mumpower Park in Bristol, Va., so the trio could corral her.

“They ran out with badges in their hands and they’re screaming ... drug task force,” Crawford said.

The detective said the trio hoped to receive a reward from bail bondsman J.C. Mullins, of Abingdon Bail Bonds, after he had distributed a photo of a woman he’d bonded out of jail and who had skipped a court appearance.

Contacted late Thursday, Mullins said: “I’m not ready to talk about it right now.”

Mullins was the subject of several recent Bristol Herald Courier stories that detailed how his son, a former magistrate named John C. “Tiny” Mullins III, falsified bail bond documents to hide questionable dealings between the two.

The father is now under investigation by the Virginia Department of Criminal Justice Services, which licenses bail bondsmen and women.

The son, Tiny Mullins, was fired from the magistrate’s office and is under investigation by a special prosecutor.

Crawford said Fitzwater, Herndon and Peters set out to find the girl shown in the picture.

“This girl [who was abducted], to me, they don’t even look alike,” Crawford said.

The woman and her friend were pulled from their car and handcuffed in the park. Several hundred dollars were confiscated from the woman, who then was subjected to a full-body cavity search for hidden drugs.

That TV show poser Duane "The Dog" Chapman and his fat wife have really made it seem cool to be a bounty hunter--someone who is not a police officer but who goes out and nabs criminals that some idiot bondsman bailed out of jail. Thanks to that show, every third zero suffering from "wanna-be" syndrome thinks that they can go out and just start rounding up criminals. Of course these people aren't police officers, and most of them could never pass the background checks and psychological examinations needed to become one. I have encountered several of them in my earlier life, and every one of them seemed to possess the following things:
1. police equipment that they were not entitled to have, from marked body armor to badges.
2. weapons that they could not lawfully carry on their persons or in their vehicles.
3. drugs and/or a criminal history.
4. an attitude that they could get away with anything because they were "bounty hunters".

An awful lot of these tools wind up in jail when they come to the attention of the real police, as they should. The industry is unregulated, there are no licensing or training requirements for these fools, and anyone can call themselves a bounty hunter, even convicted felons like Chapman, who never seems to mention on his show that all of the fugitives he chases were bailed out of jail by his fat, loud-mouthed wife.

To say that I despise these people as a class is an understatement. I have yet to meet one who wasn't a self-impressed whack-job who posed at least some threat to the general public. These three are no exception and they serve as the latest example of why the state of Virginia (and every other state) should establish criteria for who can be a bail recovery agent (the proper term for bounty hunter), what their training must consist of, and what their powers and limitations are.

In the meantime, I hope that these three are sued right out of their trailers, and the bondsman that they were working for is stripped of his license as well. as the story indicates, he's hardly on the up-and-up his own self.

Color me officially jealous.

Per this article at Military.com News, Our troops in Afghanistan have got a new machine gun, the MK 48, made by (who else?) Fabrique Nationale. In use by Navy SEALs since 2000, this bad motor scooter fires the 7.62x51mm cartridge at a rate of up to 700 rounds per minute but weighs in at just 18.5 pounds!This comes about because our troops are finding the standard M240B to be too heavy to lug around the mountains at 27.5 pounds. And in a region where firepower counts, the need for a lighter gun capable of laying it down is only self-evident. The best gun in the world isn't any good if it gets left behind because it weighs too much to carry.

And yes, I'm jealous. Much as I love The Beast here, this World War Two-era Browning 1919A4 weighs in at 28 pounds for the gun alone, and that jumps to about forty-two pounds when you factor in the required tripod, pintle and T&E mechanism.
Hell, I get tired just pulling it out of the safe. And then there's the added weight of the ammo belts, spare barrels, and basic tools needed to keep any machine gun running...it's no wonder that the quest for ever-lighter guns goes on.

However, as much as I'd love to be able to trade the old Browning in on a newer, lighter FN gun just to reduce the weight penalty, I realize that our troops' needs come first, and getting them as many guns as possible is a priority. Unfortunately, we have a handful of jerks in the Senate who apparently don't agree. According to this article in the Washington Times, a band of senators both Democrat and Republican have just diverted 2.6 BILLION dollars out of the current defense spending appropriation--specifically from an appropriation intended to buy new guns and ammo for our troops. They've steered this money away from our men and women on the battlefield and into their own pet pork projects.

Stolen from our troops was $20 million that was requested by Sen. John Kerry for a new library in Massachusetts to be named for the late Sen. Ted Kennedy. This of course has nothing to do with the military, won't help troop one, and the Kennedy family has more than enough money to pay for this out of their own pockets so it's particularly upsetting to see money taken from our troops for this monument to a dead Democrat.

$25 million more was siphoned off by Louisiana's two senators, Mary Landrieu(D) and David Vitter(R) for another World War two museum in New Orleans. Hel-lo! There's already one there. Why the hell do our soldiers have to go without in order to build a second one, and why do we have to loot our military budget during a war to pay for it?

And then there's the $20 million for Humvee maintenance at an Army National Guard installation in Maine, sponsored by Sens. Susan Collins and Olympia J. Snowe, the two turncoat Republicans who have been voting with the Dems on just about everything. Apparently their reward is not the traditional thirty pieces of silver that one pays a Judas but a whole steamer trunk full of cash, ostensibly to keep a vehicle maintenance facility going way the hell up in one of the most remote parts of our country, about as far away from most of our nation's Humvees as it could possibly be. But what is efficiency and combat readiness compared to being able to brag to Maine voters that their two RINO senators have the Dem leadership's favor?

It goes on and gets worse. Hell, with the bunch of self-serving thieves that we have in Congress today, it's a wonder that our troops aren't still expected to do the job with ancient Browning MG's like mine. But elections are coming around in 13 months, people...I say that we toss every one of these jerks out. 535 homeless chosen at random from inner-city shelters could hardly do worse, so let's replace the current crop, starting with the leadership--Sen. Harry Reid(D)--Nevada and Rep. Nancy Pelosi(D)--California.

And just maybe the new batch will consider lifting the 1986 ban on civilian purchases of new machine guns so that I actually can replace The Beast with something a little newer. Now that's change we can hope for!

He's a coffee-wearing dog...

So last night, I'm on the couch, relaxing and reading a book. And as he often does when he gets restless, Lagniappe was amusing himself by running full-tilt from one end of the house to the other, crashing into walls at each end as he tries to turn on a dime on the hardwood floors. It's weird, but after all these years, he shows no sign of stopping and I quit asking why. I just stay out of the way to avoid getting hit by a hundred-pound unguided missile.

However last night, I'd neglected to pick a few things up, and when the cannonball dog came rocketing into the room on one of his shuttles, he slipped on a piece of paper that was on the floor. His hind legs went out from under him and he tumbled into the couch, bounced off, and nailed my small table that my coffee cup was resting on. Of course the cup was full, and it fell smack onto Lagniappe, dousing him thoroughly with the drink, which fortunately was not all that hot at the time.

Then the moron looks at me as if to announce that he'd meant to do that before getting up and shaking, sending coffee flying all over me the rest of the room.

I swear, one day I WILL trade this dog for a goldfish...and then I'll flush the goldfish.

Operation Clean the Guns, 2009.

Part of the burden of maintaining a fair-sized gun collection is keeping them from deteriorating over time. So what we (Lagniappe and I) do here is that once a year, usually in the Fall, every gun gets a light cleaning and oiling, whether if got shot in the last year or not. This includes an oil patch down the bores and a wiping of all metal parts with a fresh coating of preservative oil. In past years, I've worked straight through and knocked them all out in short order, but this year, I've spaced it out over the last couple of weeks. It usually goes pretty quick unless I hit the odd one in the batch that got put back without being cleaned after it's last range outing. Despite my best efforts, that does happen from time to time, and more so this year because I took so many of them out with Nicki and her young'uns this summer and we didn't always follow up with a timely cleaning due to the hour or the weather. Some of them wound up getting re-racked and they've been a joy to discover because each one then has to be taken down for a detail cleaning. But Hallelujah, I'm almost finished!Here are some of them getting their bores punched: Four 1903 Springfields (one'03 and three '03A3 models) and three Mausers. (Some would say "seven Mausers" since our 1903 Springfield's action was basically an unlicensed copy of the '98 Mauser action.) It goes quicker to line them up and punch all of the bores at once instead of trying to do each individual rifle by itself.

The bolt guns are pretty straightforward, but when it gets down to the semi-autos, they have to be field-stripped and that takes a bit more time. And of course one or two are always going to have a bit of incipient rusting or other problem that needs attention, so it can take a bit to get them all back in the safe nice and clean. Most of them weren't even shot this year, and many of them won't be shot next year either, but come Fall, they all get this maintenance no matter if they were taken out fifty times or not at all.

And every year around this time, I really start asking myself if I honestly need each and every one of them. And the racks will thin out a bit, especially with Christmas coming. But somehow, other ones always seem to pop up over the course of the next year or so.

Funny how that happens.

Now the gun room smells like Hoppe's #9, Break Free and Tetra, and the trash can if full or dirty patches. But if the guns could talk, they'd be happy, because they're all clean and ready for action. And in another year, I get to start all over again.

So are you taking care of your tools like you should be?

California gun owners just got screwed

California's RINO (Republican In Name Only) Governor Schwarzennegger just signed the onerous piece of legislation known as AB 962. This bill bars anyone in that state from buying handgun ammunition from out of state sellers and having it shipped to them. California residents must now find state-authorized ammunition sellers and pay over-the-counter prices after giving thumbprints and other identification and personal information. "Ah-nold" crows about his action in this press release:

"To the Members of the California State Assembly: I am signing Assembly Bill 962.

This measure would require vendors of handgun ammunition to keep a log of information on handgun ammunition sales, store ammunition in a safe and secure manner, and require the face to-face transfer of ammunition sales.

Although I have previously vetoed legislation similar to this measure, local governments have demonstrated that requiring ammunition vendors to keep records on ammunition sales improves public safety. These records have allowed law enforcement to arrest and prosecute persons who have no business possessing firearms and ammunition: gang members, violent parolees, second and third strikers, and even people previously serving time in state prison for murder.

Utilized properly, this type of information is invaluable for keeping communities safe and preventing dangerous felons from committing crimes with firearms.

Moreover, this type of record keeping is no more intrusive for law abiding citizens than similar laws governing pawnshops or the sale of cold medicine. Unfortunately, even the most successful local program is flawed; without a statewide law, felons can easily skirt the record keeping requirements of one city by visiting another. Assembly Bill 962 will fix this problem by
mandating that all ammunition vendors in the state keep records on ammunition sales.

As Governor, I have sought the appropriate balance between public safety and the right to keep and bear arms. I have signed important public safety measures to regulate the sale and transfer of .50 caliber rifles, instituted the California Firearms License Check program, and promoted the use of microstamping technology in handguns. I have also vetoed many pieces of legislation that sought to place unreasonable restrictions and burdens on firearms dealers and ammunition vendors.

Assembly Bill 962 reasonably regulates access to ammunition and improves public safety without placing undue burdens on consumers. For these reasons, I am pleased to sign this bill."

This guy can kiss my ass and stand in line to do it behind the other Hollywood poser who got rich glamorizing gun use--anti-gunner Sylvester Stallone.

Stallone, however, is just a pansy punk who lives in Britain, a place where only the government and the criminals--and presumably his bodyguard team--can have guns. Schwarzennegger, on the other hand, took an oath to support and defend the constitutional rights of California citizens, and with this shameful act, he just slammed every Californian gun owner in the ass. I really don't see this from keeping a single bad guy from getting ammo but countless junior and youth shooting programs across the state that use .22lr rifles just got wiped out.

And in keeping with his "screw the people" theme, the Governator also signed legislation today abolishing the state holiday in honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday and creating a new state holiday in the name of dead gay city councilman Harvey Milk.

Seriously folks, I can't make stuff like this up.

They gave WHO a Nobel Peace Prize?

When I heard the news that Barack Hussein Obama was awarded the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize this morning, admittedly my first thought was “What the fuck?!”

I mean, seriously—the deadline for the nomination was February 1st. Obama had been in office less than two weeks. He hadn’t even done anything but read a few speeches off of a teleprompter. (And he still hasn’t as of this writing, but we’ll deal with that later.)

Only two other sitting US Presidents have ever been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Theodore Roosevelt got it for brokering an end to the Russo-Japanese War, and Woodrow Wilson got it for creating the League of Nations. But those were actual accomplishments of note. All Obama had managed to do in his first couple of weeks in the White House was get himself photographed trying to open a window that he’d mistaken for a door and smacking his head on the frame of Marine One—hardly impressive.

But then I remembered who was awarding these “prizes” and I just shrugged. Everyone knows by now that this prize had been turned into a blatant political tool to promote leftist agendas now. It’s not about “peace” or even doing something. If it was, Ronald Reagan would have got it for ending the Cold War and toppling the communist regime in Nicaragua. George W. Bush might have gotten it for bringing democracy to both Iraq and Afghanistan. But Obama? Hell—he won’t even meet with the Dalai Lama or condemn the human-rights practices of China because apparently in Obama-land, freedom from oppression takes a back seat to appeasing those who buy our debt. Perhaps that’s why even now, he’s conceding that the Taliban cannot be beaten in Afghanistan (and inviting them to become part of the new government) and cutting off funds to the group that documents human-rights violations by the government of Iran.

If there’s an award for the sort of “peace” that Obama is trying to create, it should be named “The Neville Chamberlain Prize” after its archetype.

But to be fair, we all know that the Nobel Prize committee has a radical leftist agenda and they have for years. That’s why they’ve “honored” the likes of Yasser Arafat and former US President Jimmy Carter along with environmental nutjobs like Al Gore. In fact these days, if you are a prominent leftist, you’ve probably got a Nobel prize for something in your future just for being you.

But let Obama preen and show off his shiny new trinket. The world knows what it really means: Bupkus.

It’s a joke and the rest of the world needs to stop dignifying it as anything else.

And in case you’re wondering, I meant the Nobel prize, not the Obama presidency, but that’s pretty much a joke too, only not a funny one.

EDIT: Fox News columnist Tommy De Seno has a great take on this travesty here:
How to win a Nobel Prize in 12 Days.

when guns are outlawed, only felonious friends of Democrats will have guns

"Do as we say, not as we do" Example #647.

With our gun rights constantly under assault by Democrats (joined by a few traitorous Republicans), it's interesting to say the least that there is at least one group of people--other then themselves--who the Democrats seem to want to keep armed: drug-dealers with felony records.

Yep. In Delaware County, Pennsylvania, police were called to a rental car agency when employees there found a gun in a rental car that had been returned. Police determined that the car had been brought back by a guy named Andrew Cuff, and they discovered that Cuff was a convicted violent felon who was not allowed to own guns. They raided a garage of his and found more guns, narcotics, and $27,000 cash.

Normally this would not be very noteworthy, except that the gun in the rental car had been bought by and was registered to Edna Stockley, a Darby Borough Councilwoman and member of the Democratic Party. Police also found paperwork in her name for another gun, and when asked where it was, she first stated that it was in Cuff's garage, but then brought it into the police station herself.

Darby Borough, already ravaged by gun violence, was rocked yesterday by news that a convicted felon may have been in possession of handguns registered to borough Councilwoman Edna Stockley.

Andrew Cuff, 52, who has aggravated assault and firearms convictions, was arrested yesterday after police had searched his Mulberry Street garage last week and found two shotguns, drugs and $27,000 in cash.

But they also discovered gun paperwork - filled out by Stockley - for two 9mm pistols, said Darby police Chief Robert Smythe.

One of those guns was found last week under the driver's seat of a car that Cuff had returned to Enterprise Rent-A-Car in Philadelphia, Smythe said. Cuff's criminal record prohibits him from possessing a firearm.

The company turned the gun over to investigators from Philadelphia's gun-violence task force, who determined that it belonged to Stockley. She told investigators that it fell out of her purse when she was in the rental car with Cuff, Smythe said.

When asked about a second 9mm she owned, Stockley first said it was in Cuff's garage, but later brought it to police and said her brother – a borough constable – had it, according to Smythe.

Smythe said his department is not investigating Stockley because it would be a conflict of interest. He said that the case was turned over to the state Attorney General's Office. But the attorney general's spokesman, Kevin Harley, said last night that his office is not investigating Stockley.

Stockley, a Democrat elected in 2007, did not return a message left on her cell phone yesterday.

Paula Brown, Darby's former mayor and Stockley's political ally, denied Smythe's claim that Cuff is Stockley's boyfriend and accused Darby police of targeting Stockley because she has been critical of the department's payroll practices.

Smythe said politics played no role in the investigation.

"At some point in time," Smythe said, "she has to explain why she doesn't have the guns that are registered to her."

Stockley has been interviewed by the police several times, and she keeps giving inconsistent stories when asked to explain how her gun wound up beneath the seat of this drug dealer's car. She's also now blaming the police and her political opponents for the release of this story, again without explaining how this gun and possibly one other that was bought by and registered to her wound up in the possession of this criminal that she's apparently shacking up with.

The question now is what will the state Attorney General's, office do about this? This is a state well-known for tolerance of corruption by elected officials. But you can help by e-mailing Attorney General Tom Corbett's office at this link and voicing your support for a proper investigation and full public disclosure.

Personally I tire of Democrats telling us that we have to give up OUR guns in the name of public safety, all the while die-hard gun-banners like Senators Chuck Schumer (D-NY)and Dianne Feinstein (D-CA)own handguns and have permits to carry them, or have bodyguards armed with submachine guns like the late Senator Ted Kennedy (D-Chappaquiddick) did. Now we have a Democrat going into gun stores and buying multiple pistols then giving them to a drug dealer and convicted violent felon, all the while undoubtedly waiting for her chance to vote out of existence your guns and mine if given the chance.

In a related story, we now have a bill that has been passed in California which will end the ability of anyone in that state to order ammunition via the internet, phone or mail and have it delivered by UPS like the rest of us do. This bill, AB 962, now sits on the Governator's desk awaiting his signature or veto (or becoming law automatically if he does neither.) If it becomes law, I wonder how many Democrats will violate it either by using their political connections to get ammunition for their own guns or by selling or otherwise transferring ammunition to their felon or illegal alien friends and supporters. It is California, after all, and Democrats aren't exactly known for abiding by the laws that they impose on the rest of us.

EDIT: I had previously identified A.G. Tom Corbett as a Democrat, but a commenter pointed out that I was misinformed. I checked, and shame on me--I was. My apologies to Mr. Corbett.

If we legalize it, we can have even more whacked-out naked drug dealers running around.

Ironic, isn't it? One of the larger and more persistent groups of potheads demanding that we repeal the laws against marijuana and other drugs (laws that they don't obey anyway) is the Colorado college student community (Parents, remember this when your kid says that he or she wants to go to school in Colorado.) and the unwashed hippie crowd that hangs around on it's fringes, so it's interesting that this stunning display of a pothead in action--and not just any pothead but a supplier to other potheads under the "legal for medical purposes" ficton--comes to us from Colorado.

While Greeley and other cities debate medical marijuana, a bizarre case east of Greeley last weekend may fuel arguments about the issue.

The incident took place last Friday near Dearfield on U.S. 34, about 30 miles east of Greeley. According to arrest reports, a naked man hit and damaged vehicles, walked over the top of one car and spit on a state trooper.

The suspect, Dustin Robbins, 27, of Westminster, told sheriff's deputies he grows medical marijuana and sells it to people who have prescriptions for the drug.

The numerous charges to be filed against Robbins include five counts of indecent exposure, assault on a police officer, driving while under the influence of marijuana, two counts of harassment and reckless driving.

The incident began about 5 p.m. Friday, when Robbins was driving west on the highway and a witness reported his car was swerving into the path of oncoming vehicles, then swerving back out of the way.

When Robbins stopped his car and got out, a witness said he was shirtless and his pants were down around his ankles. He pulled his pants completely off, then stood naked in the middle of the highway, cursing at passing cars and hitting some of them with his fists.

This created a traffic jam, according to witnesses. Two Greeley women in their 70s and 80s later told deputies that a naked man ran at their car, jumped on the hood and broke the windows with his fists and feet, then walked over the roof, down over the trunk and ran away. Damage to the car was estimated at $1,200.

When the drivers called police, the first to arrive was a Colorado State Patrol trooper, who arrested Robbins. It was then that Robbins spit in the trooper's face, according to reports. That resulted in the assault charge.

Deputies who searched Robbins' car said they found 4 ounces of marijuana and a notebook containing certificates for medicinal marijuana. The notebook listed Robbins as the “caretaker” for his customers, who had prescriptions for medicinal marijuana. Deputies did not find a license for dispensing medicinal marijuana.

A test of Robbins' blood at the hospital indicated he was under the influence of marijuana. He remains in the Weld County Jail with a bond set at $50,000.

So Dustin the drug dealer wigs out, and shows us several things wrong with the whole "drugs should be legal, dude" argument.

First we have that fact that typical "medical marijuana" users in places where it has been legalized by gullible voters seems to be mainly young males in their twenties who have no significant medical history aside from some questionable "skateboarding injury" that they claim left them with permanent pain that can't be cured with by treatment except smoking lots of marijuana. It's not old people suffering from terminal cancer or anything like the proponents claimed it was to be legalized to treat--no, it's now being prescribed almost exclusively to otherwise able-bodies young people who--surprisingly--all smoked tons of weed before showing up at the offices of one of a number of doctors who are known in the doper community to give out prescriptions for weed to anyone who asks. The ones that I've met or otherwise observed all seem to do just fine in day to day life. They ride bikes or skateboards, drive cars, some even hold down the sort of dead-end jobs that potheads typically work. In short, they rarely exhibit any of that "severe pain" that they claim to be living with every day...unless someone questions their drug use, that is. Even high school students are using it as an excuse to bring dope to school. It's a scam and a fraud and it's obvious to most people these days.

That aside, even if it weren't a fraud and the only ones authorized to buy and smoke this recreational drug legally were people with actual terminal pain-management issues, we'd still be looking at a situation where people who need the drug have to get it from people like Dustin here--people who aren't otherwise trustworthy and who grow and sell an alleged "medicine" with no tests for purity or potency or safety whatsoever. That's like walking into a pharmacy to get heart medicine and buying unmarked pills from the pocket of some drunk in the parking lot instead of having a licensed pharmacist give you the exact dosage of a medicine that has been tested to ensure that it is both safe and effective and consistent from lot to lot. A so-called "medical treatment" that relies on whatever someone like Dustin carries around in baggies in his socks or down his pants can't be credibly claim any shred of legitimacy.

So I think that it's time that we either put an end to this charade of "medical marijuana" once and for all or institute real controls over who can get it and where they can get it from.
In every state that has agreed to legalize it, the doper community has trotted out the same dozen or so "professional patients" who are supposedly suffering from terminal cases of whatever. They get up and tearfully describe their pain and talk about how no real medicine or treatment makes it go away but weed makes them feel better, and when the legislators or voters agree to make it legal to help these pathetic sideshow phonies, suddenly every third burnout under the age of thirty shows up at a doctor's office claiming to have fallen down or been in a car accident and insisting that the doctor give them what is really nothing more than a hall pass allowing them to possess and smoke as much marijuana as they choose, whenever they choose to smoke it. Drug use goes up, and people like Dustin profit.

So let's end the scam and repeal the laws that allow marijuana for medical use. It's nothing more than a dishonest effort to circumvent laws that the potheads have no intention of obeying anyway, so really all they want us to do is exempt them from the penalties that go along with their choice to break the law. That I can't agree with. We live in a great country that we all govern collectively, and it was set up to allow us to make our own laws, and change them or repeal them if we didn't like them. That said, we can obey the laws, or we can change the laws, but if we start allowing people to just ignore the laws, or dishonestly circumvent them, then it undermines the entire foundation that our legal system is based upon.

So in the name of honesty, and to preserve the integrity of our representative democracy, let's get back to banning the drug for everyone until our society agrees to make it legal for everyone.

When "Over My Dead Body!" isn't Just a Saying...

The angry Left is very well-known for trying to impose their chosen lifestyle on the rest of us, either insisting that we stop doing things that they personally don’t like or demanding that we all live as they want to live. They’re really good at putting their foot down and trying to block other people’s chosen way of living, but sometimes they tend to get carried away and go just that one step too far. And as examples, I bring you this list of loony lefties who overdid things just a tad, typically in ways that also qualified them for the Darwin Awards:

Diana Cushing Canning and Anthony Hernandez, both of California. On October 26, 2002, Canning and Hernandez basically knocked their own heads off as they were traveling through San Francisco in a converted school bus with their heads sticking up through a skylight. The skylight hit an overhanging concrete slab at the end of a tunnel, killing both of them. Canning and Hernandez were among two dozen passengers in the bus, en route to a demonstration against a possible war against Iraq. Another passenger in the bus said Hernandez and Canning had previously been asked to sit down while passing through the tunnel.

Rachel Corrie. In January of 2003, this over-indulged kid from Olympia Washington took a break from attending college courses and went to Israel. While there, she basically devoted herself full-time to protesting Israel and America and even burned American flags in front of cheering crowds of Hamas types. On March 16, she decided to stand in front of bulldozers that were removing structures that had been used by Palestinian terrorists and she wound up beneath one. “We were really surprised,” said one of her fellow useful idiot friends. “They’ve always stopped before.” Apparently they’d done this several times previously, but this time the operator of the machine didn’t see Rachel and she was inadvertently transformed into a human pancake.

Sebastien Briat, 21, from Meuse, France, In November of 2004, Sebastien chained himself to railroad tracks in that country to try to stop a train carrying nuclear materials. He rather stupidly chained himself to the tracks before the train actually stopped and placed himself just past a curve where the engineer was unable to see him until it was too late. Briat’s fellow morons said that Briat was “surprised by the train”, which ran him over, killing him. Surprise, asshole.

Tristan Anderson, 37, from California. Another trust-fund kid with no real purpose in life. He was struck in the head by a tear gas grenade on March 16, 2009 while throwing rocks at Israeli workers and soldiers who were building a security fence in Israel’s West bank. Like Rachel Corrie, Anderson was a member of the leftist “International Solidarity Movement”, a Palestinian front group that supports actions against Israel and the United States, mainly by recruiting spoiled rich American kids with low self-esteem and defective moral compasses.

Honorable mention: Weston Reidhead.
In the “hopefully he gets it right the next time” category, we have Weston.
On October 23, 1997, during an on-going campaign to stop a "salvage rider" timber sale in a wild, remote part of Northern California, Weston Reidhead was hit by a log truck on Sidewinder Road. Weston, born into a logging family in Southern Utah, was blockading one of the main haul roads for the controversial Outside timber sale in the Klamath National Forest, twenty miles south of Happy Camp. The log truck driver stopped his truck when he saw Weston in the road.

"The truck was stopped in the road and I was in front of it, yelling at the driver not to move, that I was under his tire. He called my bluff, but I wasn't bluffing," Weston stated after his feet were crushed by the truck's tires. Weston was transported by ambulance to
the emergency medical center in Yreka, and was treated for broken bones and lacerations on his ankle and feet. Weston only gets honorable mention since he didn't actually succeed in killing himself. As of the last report, he was still unable to walk and uses a wheelchair, or crawls on his knees.

Hey Weston, here’s a bit of advice: next time, put your head under the tires. That’ll show ‘em you mean business. Idiot.

Naturally, the left has lionized all of these fools. I don't condemn them for that, but I do wish that more leftists, to include Cindy Sheehan and the Code Pink harridans, would try a little harder to emulate them. Hey Code Pinkos--just a suggestion, but you could probably get a lot of attention if you all locked yourself together with a big, heavy pink chain and jumped off of the 14th Street Bridge into the Potomac...