I’m back at home after mom’s funeral in Tennessee. It was a tough long weekend, but at the same time it was great to see family, and mom’s church family too.
I knew a lot of those folks from when I was up there for the better part of four months when dad was dying in 2014, and the ones who are still with us were as sweet as always. Those southerners know how to bombard you with love and food, and my sister and her husband have a lot of both to live on for a while!
My sister and I each spoke for a few minutes, and she held up well. I, on the other hand, had written a tight five minutes – half of which were fond jokes about mom. And I turned that into a flabby ten minutes, when time for choking up and breaking down were figured in.
But other than my blubbering, it was a fine send off for mom, with many stories about how loving and sweet she was, and how she’ll be missed until we see her again.
Meanwhile, our ridiculous public continued to unfold, in ridiculous ways. Before we left for TN I’d made a few notes for myself on two stories in particular.
The first one dealt with Reason 12,378,439 why we don’t hate the media enough. This story came from Canadian “journalist” Mark Slapinski, whom I’d never heard of. But he clearly needs a very hard slapinski across his lying face.
He posted a tweet headlined, “An autopsy revealed that a Canadian not only DIED in ICE custody, but his death was PREVENTABLE. Trump must be impeached!”
The capital letters were his, which you might guess because of how they just scream “theater kid.” (And by the way, shouldn’t it be, “Trump must be IMPEACHED!” Or at least “Trump MUST be impeached!”)
I know that any readers who just awoke from a decades-long coma – or who are fresh from a CT protocol after falling from a great height onto their head – might think that a noble Canadian wrongly held by ICE who died in their custody from a preventable cause is a gigantic scandal.
But for everyone else, experience has taught us to wait for the real story.
Annndddd… it turns out a correction on X shows the lie: “Johnny Noviello was a convicted drug trafficker that died in federal custody from ingesting Ethylene Glycol prior to his detention, which he did not disclosed to authorities, and is not easily treatable without that information.”
The only surprising detail is that Johnny was not an illegal; he was a permanent legal resident in the US. And yet he still used the privilege of being allowed to live in the US to traffic drugs that hurt US citizens.
So yes, committing suicide by drinking anti-freeze is preventable. Other related things that are preventable? Becoming a low-down dirty drug trafficker. And deciding to practice your evil drug trafficking in America, instead of just staying home and hurting Canadian citizens by your low-down dirty drug trafficking.
I told my lefty buddy this a while ago: The next time you start getting riled up over a MSM story about what terrible thing Trump or ICE or conservatives have done now, just take a deep breath, and wait an hour, because that will save you from having to sheepishly backtrack later, when the truth comes out.
For example: No, Trump didn’t call white supremacists “fine people on both sides.” And no, he didn’t pee on Russian hookers. And no, Hunter’s laptop wasn’t a Russian hoax, and Joe Biden wasn’t sharp as a tack, and Robin Good wasn’t just a mom who was dropping her kid off at daycare when the Gestapo murdered her for no reason. And Michael Brown wasn’t a gentle giant, and Alex Pretti wasn’t just a good Samaritan nurse whom the Gestapo murdered for no reason.
And that adorable 5 year old kid whom ICE “arrested?” His POS illegal dad ran off and abandoned him in freezing weather to avoid getting arrested for the crimes he had committed, and ICE didn’t arrest him – they took care of him, much more than his dad did.
And no, Johnny Noviello wasn’t a blameless Canadian victim, and 86% of arrested illegals have not been saints who have done no wrong upon the earth.
The second idiotic story also involves our pathetic media.
Unexpectedly!
It focuses on a female Swedish skier named Elis Lundholm, who believes that she is a man. She skied against actual women, though. Funny how that works, isn’t it? Lots of dudes pretending to be women love to compete against actual women, and stomp them. But no women pretending to be men are real sticklers about competing with actual men. Which was a good thing for Elis, since the male skiers would have wiped the slopes with her.
Anyway, when some commentators from NBC covered her, they called her “she” several times during her run. As one does, when talking about a woman.
Unless one is a woke idiot working for NBC news. Because the Peacock network – not the Peahen network, you juveniles! – was mortified that one of their talking heads acknowledged that the gal is a gal.
The uh-oh squad immediately leapt into action. NBC sent out an apology saying that “NBC Sports takes this matter seriously,” before they rhetorically whipped themselves in penance. “We streamed a feed…[which] misgendered Elis Lundholm. We apologize to Elis and our viewers, and we have removed the replay of that feed.”
To add to the absurdity, Lundholm isn’t even one of the dysmorphia sufferers who has done anything to herself in service of her fantasy maleness. Her team’s representative said that she “does not take any hormonal treatments and has not had any surgeries.”
Good for her. Because if she ever comes to her senses, at least she won’t have to deal with the life-long medical deficits that come from inflicting hormonal or surgical damage on herself.
On the other hand…really? She can just say she’s a man, do nothing else, and still have NBC yammering on about how they take this matter seriously?
So if I just said I was a rhinoceros, I wouldn’t have to put on a couple of tons, have a surgical horn implant, and live in a mud puddle in Africa or Southeast Asia? I could just walk into a local Home Depot, and wait for someone to call me “sir,” so I could throw a fit and launch a “you mis-specied me!” lawsuit?
NOW you tell me.
If you’ll excuse me, I need to call my plastic surgeon to cancel my RHIP. (Rhino Horn Implant Procedure. Duh.)
He better not tell me that the deposit I paid is non-refundable!
Hamas (and Trantifa) delenda est!
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