Because many of you asked, I’ve got a quick update on my car, which broke down in Georgia last week. The mechanic up there took several days to look at it, and then reported that the water pump and timing kit had failed, and that if it had happened at highway speed, the engine will probably require major work, too.
Spoiler alert: I was on the interstate at the time. So yes, it happened at highway speed. Plus a reasonable 8 miles an hour over that, because that’s how I roll.
Until my water pump blows up.
I’ve been with my mechanic here in town for over 30 years. Since I’ve always driven older vehicles – my practice is to divert money that average people spend on new cars into buying rental houses that need work, and an old Cessna and flying lessons – I’ve been a faithful customer for him.
(I’m not saying I claim him as a dependent on my taxes. But I’m not saying that I don’t.)
He took a flatbed up to GA and brought the car back for me, and agreed with the GA mechanic’s diagnosis. He told me to prepare for a total bill of around $7K.
Fortunately, I can pay for that with all the savings on gas, groceries and consumer goods that our president has provided with his expert management of the economy—
D’oh!
Speaking of which, did you see how Biden hit the campaign trail at the Air Force Academy this week?
If by “the campaign trail” you mean “the stage.” Cause he hit that baby like he was doing an impression of Methuselah doing an impression of Chevy Chase doing an impression of Gerald Ford!
My favorite part was that once he was helped up, he turned back and pointed accusingly at the sandbag on stage. As if to say, “There’s the inanimate object that tripped me. Get him!”
By the way, kudos to whoever put a sandbag on stage near a mentally checked-out octogenarian who under the best of conditions is as steady on his feet as Ted Kennedy leaving a strip joint with a 5-drink minimum.
Do you want to give us a President Que Mala, sandbag guy? Because THAT’S how you give us a President Que Mala!
I don’t know if you saw it, but a few hours after that performance, Biden banged his head on the door of the helicopter when he arrived back at the White House.
As someone who watched a lot of stupid 70s tv shows as a kid, I was really disappointed in the aftermath. Because if tv has taught me anything, it’s that a good whack on the head – maybe a coconut falling on Gilligan, or an ACME safe falling on the comic foil in any number of cartoons – usually knocks many IQ points into the slow-witted victim.
I so hoped that Biden would shake his head as if dispelling the cobwebs, and then walk up to a mic and speak clearly and logically, saying words like “indubitably” and sentences like, “We can no longer be obsequious in the face of Chinese aggression and obloquy towards our steadfast allies in the Pacific Rim.”
After which he’d stride purposefully up to the White House, and then bang his head against one of the French doors.
And then he’d be back to, “Duh… MAGA extremists… no hunters need an AK-47 because deer don’t wear Kevlar vests…Hunter is a genius… You think I’m joking, but I’m not! Corn Pop!”
In more serious news, a mother in Oklahoma is suing her daughter’s public school after the 15-year-old was “severely beaten” by a “trans female” (i.e. a dude who’s either mentally ill or a scammer) in her school’s girls’ bathroom.
This happened back in October, five days after the cops had removed the offender from school because he had threatened the girl. But he was somehow back in school, and in the girls’ bathroom, less than a week later. In Oklahoma!
(Happy Pride Month, by the way.)
I hope the lawsuit costs the school and some bureaucrats’ jobs, but I’m more concerned about what this trend says about how badly our society has lost its way. It feels like we’re regressing to a very different era.
I was born in such an era. You may know it from textbooks as the Pleistocene Era. It was a simpler time. The earth’s crust had recently cooled, the continents had all reached their present locations, and there were rules for social conduct.
And with law enforcement personnel often being thin on the ground to enforce those rules, local citizens often took a hands-on approach.
For example, if a local guy got too handsy (or worse) with a local girl, that girl’s father and brothers – which she usually had, because people used to have families – would visit that guy with some baseball bats or axe handles and conduct an old-timey intervention.
“But I identify as a sexual predator. I have my own flag and everything!” the bad guy would never say, because society was not insane. Instead, he would leave town – to focus on his physical recovery, the first step of which was often figuring out how to remove an axe handle from his rectum when both of his eyes were swollen shut – never to show his face there again.
The same process would apply to those who would violently attack citizens. They would often be caught, tried and then hung by the neck until they were dead. And not 34 years later – the next weekday after a local carpenter could throw up a rickety gallows!
I know, that sounds hard to believe. Criminals wouldn’t be released without bail, and apologized to, and pursued by an ambulance-chasing reprobate to induce them to sue their victims and the city. And they wouldn’t have their evil actions excused and defended by the dimmest members of society.
As you might imagine, long-term recidivism wasn’t as common as it is today, because long before somebody got to his 42nd conviction, he would have been hanged by the neck until he was dead, as I may have mentioned earlier. (Even if he did an awesome Michael Jackson impersonation!) And the community was okay with that. Because they understood human nature and predators (both animal and human), and they hadn’t gone insane.
But there’s a reason we tried to leave those days behind, and create a modern law enforcement system. Because as emotionally satisfying as that older system could often be, it also obviously lent itself to abuse, vigilantism, and a cycle of violence. (See my forthcoming family history: “Born Feudin’: The Simpsons in Kentucky, Volume 1.”)
And especially if your town was run by old-school racist Democrats (not to be confused with modern-day racist Democrats) for example, black citizens in particular were a lot more susceptible to ending up on the wrong end of a rope for reasons that were murky at best.
So a relatively competent law enforcement system was created, and worked pretty well, for a pretty long time. Citizens learned to rely on that system.
Not completely, of course. There are some bad apples among cops, since cops are people. And if a thug attacked you in public, or broke into your house, you still might shoot the thug and then call for a cop car and a hearse. (And then accept the thanks of a grateful neighborhood.)
But in recent years, especially in the increasingly crime-ridden locales where the Left holds sway, creepy politicians have been working overtime to degrade and destroy that system. And they’ve made a lot of headway toward that goal.
Between partially defunding the police, and ordering them to stand down, and working to ruin their lives if any criminal ever ends up hurt or dead at their hands, no matter how justified their actions, the Dems have emboldened the predators, and endangered their prey.
And then they’re shocked – shocked! – when self-defense and quasi-vigilantism has been making a comeback. Not because people want to resort to it, but because it’s the natural response when a corrupt, incompetent and/or malicious government abandons its primary responsibility to maintain law and order.
Normal New Yorkers were outraged when Soros minion and NYC DA Alvin Bragg sent bodega worker Jose Alba to Riker’s Island to await trial after he defended himself by stabbing a career criminal who robbed and attacked him.
Regular people understood why Kyle Rittenhouse went to Kenosha, WI to defend a friend’s business after a mob of violent a-holes rioted and looted there, and they supported him after he was forced to shoot three sex offenders when they attacked him.
Sane people have donate millions of dollars to help Marine hero Daniel Penny fight criminal charges in NYC after he put himself at risk to restrain a violent recidivist from threatening everyone on a subway car.
National Democrats seem alarmed by the increasing frequency of these kinds of events. But if they really don’t want to keep reaping more of what they’ve been reaping, they better quit sowing what they’ve been sowing.
If they don’t want disordered males to get non-consensual Louisville Slugger suppositories, they better keep them out of women’s bathrooms. And if they don’t want criminals and the violently mentally ill to be beaten or killed, they better put them in jail or force them into treatment.
And if they don’t want erratic deviants doing illegal drugs and getting their hands on illegal guns, they better make Joe Biden do something about Hunter.
Biden delenda est!
“Dr.” Jill Biden/Alvin “Pro-Crime” Bragg, 2024!
Martin Simpson 