Pilgrims of Carnage

As the self-combustible worshipers of the Caliphate wake-up in the morning, punch the alarm clock, brush their teeth, and go out in daylight to do their bloody business, the thing to recognize is that as McLuhan said ages ago, the Medium is the Message. KA-BOOM!
Thanks somewhat to the extraordinary exploitation by millionaire-asswipe Zuckerberg, an entire GradeSchool-to-JuniorHigh-to-HighSchool-to-College society of exemplary and exceptional narcissists exists. A whole generation brought up on a steady diet of superiority-complexes and gold-stars for losers. And with their own vain self-attention in the spotlight, Social Media trumps CNN and the BBC and even Al Jeezero. (This also encapsulated Trump’s success, he is bigger than the MSMs and their pantywaist douche-darlings.)
With that in mind and with San Berdoo as a touchstone, don’t expect the next bomb-slaughter to go-off in the concrete canyons of NYC, Lost Angles, or Miami – it doesn’t need to. They already won in Paris. Terror-Couture is dead.
For Terrorism to succeed it only needs to rampage near ANY major Media-Market, where The Media can oh-so quickly Vulturize it, and catapult it into the 24/7 attention-deficit lime-light of perpetual vomiting regurgitation, and guarantee success through the Sauron-Eye Attention of the Press.
The Location itself now is declasse. It can be Niagara, not NYC. It can be Cupertino, not San Francisco. The Caliphate does not depend on capitol cities, and it isn’t driven by attendance at CBGB or any hot club. It’s a flash-mob that makes it’s own hotter-club wherever it wants. It’s wherever it takes for a junion-Jihadi wannabee or two to ignite-up in self-combustion and bomb-belt head poppin’…

Rig-Up Boys

The missing addition to my rig arrived and I proceeded to run the Malice Clips thorough it and do set-up while the MSM spewed pulpy-news out its boob-tube hole onto the floor. News about the trio of mass-murderers run amok down in San Berdoo. Seriously, attack San Berdoo? Don’t they know that’s a Hell’s Angels town? There’s more badasses than just some ISIS wannabees down there.
Three shooters means it’s not a solitary nutjob or lone-wolf type event that can easily be discarded or swept under the Media rug.
How many Presbyterians get so upset at the Christmas Party punchbowl that they go out to their SUV and load-up? How many Peevish Pentacostalists have murdered other parishioners lately? There’s only one religion famous for beheadings in the name of their god. There’s only one religious doctrine that calls for killing non-believers and cries daily from the tallest towers of their church/citadel/bunker for the total destruction of entire countries and people.
So I rigged the holster for the Kobra and it fits nicely, alongside the quad-plex mag pouches.
I guess I can put pistol magazines on the belt.
The concept of a battle-belt is interesting, but I don’t see how it can hold-up your pants at the same time if there’s a big ‘ol velcro warp-around on it – where do the loops go? So I have things to understand, conceptualize and learn about that sort of belt-thing and whether I want to get one.

Enola Gay

One of the things my dad mentioned in a brief “sermon” when we were visiting at the Homestead on Christmas, was that our friend Earl who died a few weeks ago was the substitute/alternate pilot for Paul Tibbets on the Enola Gay.
Earl mostly flew the Navigator seat because he was so good at numbers, a skill that advanced him greatly at Lockheed after the war when he patented a number of aeronautical processes etc., and also because everybody in the aircraft wanted to get home on the dot and dime instead of landing in the ocean – but he had the pilot’s wings for a B29 and was well qualified to fly it – and he was the next name on the list.
After the cessation of hostilities and before demobilizing he flew missions that dropped pallets of materials and food to guys on the beach who had been released from Japanese POW camps. They were in pretty rough shape.
Godspeed you greatest-generation, and thanks for the Liberty – I wish we had kept hold of it better.


I’m really beginning to think these “Doctors Without Borders” guys are a bunch of glory-seeking “look-at-me-I’m-a Hero” narcissistic nimrods.  Doctors Without Borders physician tested for Ebola in NYC.  Sure they go in there with holy intentions – or at least holier-than-thou – and then the problems start. 16 Members of Doctors Without Borders Infected with Ebola, Nine Dead.

Five of the 58 medical professionals involved in the Science Magazine study died of Ebola before the paper was published. Nine Doctors Without Borders physicians, all equipped with the best of isolation and prophylactic gear, have died of Ebola. Of the physicians and nurses who have died of Ebola in this epidemic, most (more than 60%) had what was considered more than adequate protective gear and were instructed in its use.

Now who is going to clean-up after this self-sanctified nitwit?  “Officials described Dr. Craig Spencer riding the subway, taking a cab and bowling since returning to New York from Guinea a week ago as Mayor Stupidio said. “New Yorkers who have not been exposed are not at all at risk.”  WHAT??  Is that even a sensible sentence-fragment, given that Patient at New York City hospital tests positive for Ebola.   Nice work, if you can get it? Now the subway travelin’ Bowl-A-Rama Doctor’s Girlfriend is now quarantined.

Officials and Petty Tyrants proclaim blithe nonsense like: “The goal right now is to make sure people don’t panic.”  Hey, look over-here Mr. Idiot, how about making the goal something meaningful like. “Don’t Spread Ebola” -?  They say, “the disease is spread only by direct contact with bodily fluids such as saliva, blood, vomit and feces.”  I’m not sure since using Public Transportation is not any part of my routine, but I recall a BayAryan TV “Dirty Jobs Report”that highlighted just such “activity” and exposure during the average commute on a BART car.  People are messy, and in public places especially.  Meanwhile:

“Today we’re expecting a specialized crew [to] come in full protective gear and will clean and sterilize Dr. Spencer’s apartment for signs of bodily fluid,” said City Council member, Mark Levine, adding that officials would “confiscate material that might have come into contact with his body such as sheets and pillow cases and bath towels and tooth brushes.”

What about when those crews refuse to come, because their work is spread too thin and the much vaunted “infrastructure” fails them due to lack of supplies and equipment?  For New Yorkers will this finally break the logjam over incredibly expensive high-rise rent-controlled slums?  When the Ebola comes in, the Equity runs out…