The latest crime story in NYC involves a spate of males (I can’t call them “men”) sucker punching women in “unprovoked, broad-daylight attacks.” At least 8 different women posted videos describing these attacks in just the week before Easter.
Sorry, I meant “in just the week before the Holy Feast of Autogynephilic Weirdos.”
Many New Yorkers are rightly outraged by this. The city council’s mostly leftist Women’s Caucus said they are “deeply disturbed and concerned,” and demanded that the NYPD do something about this.
The council’s majority leader Amanda Farias asked, “Where are the men calling this out?”
Marine Daniel Penny – sitting at home with an ankle monitor on, awaiting trial in October for intervening to stop career violent criminal Jordan Neely from attacking innocent New Yorkers – saw Farias’ statement, and said, “Interesting. Good luck with that.”
Actually, I don’t know if he said that or not. But I know what Sam Kinison would say, if Farias asked him why the stand-up men aren’t doing something to stop this: “Gee, I don’t know, Mandy. Maybe because when they do step up and protect you from some thug, you try to PUT THEM IN PRISON FOR 15 YEARS!! OH! OHHHHHHH!!!”
If you remember, in May of last year a bunch of NY Dems were outraged when Penny put Neely in a chokehold on the subway to stop him from menacing a car full of riders, only to get lambasted when Neely died.
Mensa member AOC was “disgusted” when Penny wasn’t initially charged, saying, “Jordan Neely was murdered. But b/c Jordan was houseless and crying for food… the murderer gets protected….”
For the record, Your Juicy Bootiness (your words, not mine), someone crying for food would say something like, “Please sir, may I have a few morsels of food?” whereas Neely was screaming – according to many witnesses on the subway – “I don’t care if I have to kill an F, I will! I’ll go to jail, I’ll take a bullet!”
Do you see the subtle difference, Sandy from the block? “Could I possibly trouble you for a sandwich?” vs. “I’ll murder all y’all mother frienders!!!”
But AOC wasn’t alone. Another influential female pol in NYC seconded Cortez’ indignation last May, posting, “I continue to be heartbroken and outraged by the death of Neely,” and went on to decry “the senseless violence” that cost him his life.
That outraged gal was none other than…wait for it…Amanda Farias!
Yep. As a candidate she urged the city to “significantly divest from police precincts” and called for “the reduction of NYPD’s operating budget.”
And now, women all over NYC are getting assaulted by violent recidivists who remain on the street.
UNEXPECTEDLY!
Changing topics to foreign policy, I’m going to answer the following question that I’m pretending that one of you have asked: “Hey Martin, how effective are international sanctions, anyway?”
I’m glad you asked that, imaginary person who respects my sagacity on all matters international. The answer is that it depends on the nature of the sanction.
Take one timely example. Mohammad Reza Zahedi has been a top commander in Iran’s Qud’s Force, and the man in charge of getting Iranian weapons and intelligence to Syria, and to the Lebanese terrorist group Hezbollah, so that they can kill more Jews. As is their wont.
In 2010, Obama hit Zahedi with financial sanctions. (This was two years before Obama warned Assad that if he used chemical weapons, he would be crossing a “red line” that would have “enormous consequences.” And three years before Assad used chemical weapons… and learned that Obama’s idea of “enormous consequences” was “a strongly worded email of disapproval.”)
The result of Obama’s soul-crushing sanctions? No change in Zahedi’s behavior. He managed to struggle through the last 14 years, living a pampered life of power and prestige, with an endless procession of the most alluring goats in the entire Middle East brought to his chambers each night. (I’m guessing about that last part, but I’m pretty sure I’m right.)
Until this Monday, when he was sanctioned by Israel in an Iranian consulate building in Damascus. But the Israelis had apparently ran out of strongly worded emails, because they opted for a SDS (supersonically delivered sanction) in the form of a missile strike.
The result of that sanction? Quite noticeable changes in Zahedi’s behavior, including but not limited to cessation of pulmonary, cardiac and brain function; sudden cellular disassembly; and creating a mess for the “Allahu Akbar Syrian Janitorial Services, LLC.” (Not to mention a sudden and complete loss of interest in even the most fetching of Iranian goats.)
Experts calculate that the chances that he will facilitate any more terrorist acts and Jew murders in the future to be well less than 4%.
Happily, Zahedi’s deputy and 5 other top-ranking Iranian Revolutionary Guards terror chiefs were with him when Israel’s sanction whistled through the window, and they were all collaterally sanctioned as well.
Sources are calling this the largest loss to Iranian terrorists since Donald Trump ballistically sanctioned General Qasem Soleimani in 2020.
(I’m assuming everyone remembers that one, but if not, you remember how in my last column I told you about how the violent thug who murdered NYPD cop Jonathan Diller had previously stuck a shiv up his own rectum? Will this was kind of like that, only the “shiv” had a warhead on it. And Soleimani didn’t insert it himself.)
I’ll close with another of my “celebrations of excellence.”
Regular readers may remember that a year or two ago I wrote about the freakishly talented bluegrass/country guitar player and singer Billy Strings. I had stumbled across a video of him when he looked to be about 15, playing a song he’d just written called, “Dust in a Baggie.”
If you haven’t seen it, go find it now. It’s the one recorded on a cell phone in a down-scale, paneled rec room like the ones in the houses I grew up in. He mumbles around with his group of blue-collar (and stoner) friends for a minute… and then launches into a tornadic, three-minute virtuoso sprint through scorching, flat-picking guitar accompanied by pitch-perfect lyrics.
I find myself returning to that video every so often, and when I did again last night, I was reading some background info and found out something that made me appreciate his accomplishment even more: he was tripping on mushrooms during that performance!
Don’t get me wrong: don’t do drugs, kids.
But to learn that he did THAT when he was on mushrooms? It’s like finding out that Beethoven wrote Moonlight Sonata and six of his symphonies after he went deaf.
It’s an amazing achievement either way, but holy moly!
If you haven’t seen it before, you’re in for a treat, and you’re welcome.
Hamas delenda est!
Martin Simpson 