More mask madness, this time in an elevator. The mask police are really nuts pic.twitter.com/3BpvLjdJwD
— Libs of Tik Tok (@libsoftiktok) January 24, 2022
Men may have to reconsider their eons-old prohibition against smacking women to return them to sanity. . .
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Gerard Van der Leun
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One of the most annoying aspects of modern society is that people think they have the right to film you for any reason with their cell phone. I have a big issue with that.
If I were that guy in the elevator, while I was turning to walk out, I would have grabbed that old bitch’s phone and dropped it down the elevator shaft.
Both of them….what a pair of C’s.
Here’s further analysis of the two crazed/masked white women assaulting the black dude on the elevator. https://www.americanthinker.com/blog/2022/01/two_women_show_how_completely_insane_covid_mania_has_driven_people.html
You have to keep in mind that these women… and millions of over-excited masked people… have been vaxxed… their blood streams are coursing with graphene particles, spike proteins, that are lacerating their capillaries and heart muscle. They are feeling ill and uncomfortable. They are suffering from oxygen deprivation, their minds are impaired, fraught with fear, and they’ve got bad breath, too. This is an 11 minute video in which a German doctor living in Canada describes what these shots are doing. https://generaldispatch.whatfinger.com/prof-dr-michael-palmer-phd-mrna-injections-cause-injury-comparable-to-radiation-damage/
If I remember correctly, they were behaving that way even before the vaccines. After the vaccines we were supposed to ditch the masks only that didn’t happen.
I got the evil eye from a library patron when I went into the lobby to return a book today, and didn’t mask up. (Our town has a mask mandate).
Many of us are well aware that when rule or policy is established the thing remains in place forever and you should not count on any of them being permanently rescinded. They will remain in place subject to minor modifications that add another wiggle or mandate.
The only way to get any relief is to simply ignore them and those who try to enforce them and do what you must to put people in the correct place. The only way to change them is to obliterate the regime and start over.
As for hitting women, I never have and I’m not inclined. My 2nd wife was an abuser and she would do her level best to knock my head off but she wasn’t large enough and I would just stop the lick with my own defense or remove her from the room. But, hell yes….there were times when knocking her out would have been pleasurable. As for those two bitches on the elevator….I’d probably just get off but if they followed me and kept it up they would get off whether they liked it or not.
“…bad breath, too.”
Bwaha.
Have I ever hit a woman? Hell no. Have I ever wanted to hit a woman? Hell yes. Have I ever been provoked by a woman on purpose? Hell yes. Has a woman ever hit me? Hell yes. One instance. In a public place. Many hits. It made it worse when I started to laugh. She doubled down. I grabbed both of her arms and easily prevented her from hitting me. She began to writhe and scream like a wounded animal—which she was. You see, she wanted marriage; I did not. For good reason I think.
A woman scorned and all that.
I broke up with a gal once and before I could change the locks, she got into my house, piled up my clothes from the closet and poured a gallon of bleach all over them and the living room carpet. Then she ran a key up and down the drywall through the house and over all the bedroom furniture. I had a pretty nice Akai stereo and she kicked the receiver into the drywall. The interior 2×4 kept it from going all the way through. She wrote herself a check and took $5K out of my bank account. It is all in the past and just a good story now. Hell hath no fury…..yep.
Damn. The worst experience I ever had is the one above. There were other women who went into public screaming fits. Another who locked herself in the bathroom with a firearm. An acquaintance of mine had a banshee of a woman who had a key to his apartment, and entered it carrying a butcher knife. She then shredded all of his expensive Giorgio Armani suits. Later he got back together with her—proving himself a fool’s fool. It didn’t work out well.
One lesson from all of this is to never give your girlfriend a key to your place. Another is to keep away from crazy—no matter how good they are in bed. Another is to understand that a woman’s promise has an expiration date. Another is to immediately break it off from a woman who lies, flirts with your friends or has public hissy fits. Another is to know that either you are in charge of the relationship or she is—zero-sum, no sharing, no compromise. And never live with a woman. Keep your own place as a sanctum. Young men break these rules all the time, and then pay the price for their folly and inexperience.
What ever happened to ‘Sugar and Spice and everything nice’?
Oh well, there goes that stereotype.
(Yet more lefties forgetting a time old truth: This time about forbearance and the physical strength of men. The ‘sugar and spice’ tends to keep that boundary in place)
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kinda chuckled at the blatant misuse of the term ‘Black Lives Matter’ as if they were warding against evil demons by saying some lefty ‘Holy Words’.
Feminism ruined all that. Now your typical middle aged woman is single, depressed, tatted up, lonely, man-hating and has a fridge filled with box wine. Every evening she watches “Sex and the City” reruns. She has a cat or two for company. Naturally she blames men for the shambles of her life.
1st Wave Feminism: We want to be equal to men.
2nd Wave Feminism: We don’t need men.
3rd Wave Feminism: We are men.
https://twitter.com/Dande01/status/1123200489707929602/photo/1
4th Wave Feminism: Oh wait, no such thing. All the feminists died off. Alone. One by one. Surrounded by cats who began to eat their corpses. Sex toys strewn about. Bookshelves filled with Harlequin Romances and diet books. Spilled wine everywhere. “Thelma & Louise” on constant repeat on the tv.
For some time now I’ve been thinking about carrying a supermagnet(s). … I always have an EDC (or two) knife (I’m in a NE state, so will not list any other EDC tools, save a pen) but a magnet(s) kept away from the phone and Car FOB … Would possibly disrupt the covert LE scanning devices and disguised metal detectors, but could be most useful in a situation such as the elevator (can you imagine the violence if the guy wasn’t black … ugly), or on the street (you cannot take another’s phone and just toss it – it must be destroyed), or … just some idiot (who cares how they identify) talking loud into their bluetooth ear pods, following you in a store – a deliberate sweeping motion raising your hand to fix your hair, quick apology for getting too close yet enough time for the magnet to “cancel” the ear pod. … Heck get practice now then when all the LEOs are mandated to only carry stun and smart guns (the latter still with 12lb trigger pulls) and it is finally accepted that we are WROL …
The Confusion Technique. Paul Watzlavick. “Change.”
“You’re so cute when you’re angry. Your pretty eyes light up just like stars on a clear night. I feel love, love, love. How about you, toots?”
“Love the hair. Who does it for you? Mr. Eddie? Very flattering. Makes you look 10 years younger.”
“Hey, is your name Lulu? Didn’t we make out that time in Berlin? Wow, what lips! Pretend you’re Lilly Marlene again.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSMuTm649Hk
“I’ll mask up but only if you gimme a little kiss first. Oh, come on. Just one for old times’ sake.”
“So, this our first date. I think it’s going well so far, don’t you, Delilah?”
“What’s for supper? Your place or mine? We’ll start with soup, then fish, and then YOU.”
“Hey, you look familiar. Didn’t you go to Lincoln High School? Cheerleader? No, student government. I really had the hots for you then. And I still do, beautiful.”
“Can I massage your shoulders? You seem tense.”
“Won’t you wear my ring around your neck, to tell the world I’m yours, by heck?”
“Hey, I’m Dr. Cohen. Remember me? I gave you a hysterectomy five years ago. You seem chipper and vivacious. Things okay?”
“How’s your husband, Stanley? Tell him to give me a call.”
“You want to make out?! Here? Now?! Well show us a little chest for starters. Now, no tongue, you hear?”
“Men may have to reconsider their eons-old prohibition against smacking women to return them to sanity.”
I have no problem with including “men who identify as/think they are women” among the smackees. Like Rachel Levine, Jennifer Pritzker, the guys seeking admission to women’s prisons, and other lefty darlings.
If you ever smack such creatures, make sure you wash your hands afterwards.
Why is there no ‘like’ button?
It’s socially unacceptable to hit a tranny? All the rules I am confused.
Yes it is. You can however kick them in the balls.
I have, 1981, ROTA Spain, Bennys Bar. Had my eye on this stunning gorgeous Spanish chick. When a bull dyke informed me if I kept making eyes at her girl,,,, she was gonna kick the shit out of me. And I started laughing, obviously offending this Dyke.
This is the bar of choice, for all the Mil in ROTA, it’s jammed full, and this thing hauls off and punch’s me on the chin. Stunned me. Think I was actually shocked, and I laughed again. That did it. Fight on!
I don’t hit girls not even dykes, their is a line in the sand. I kept backing up, until I couldn’t back up anymore. And I’m laughing, she screaming and yelling, and hitting me with closed fists.
I finally grabbed her arms told her that’s it. Your done, go home, leave the hot blonde alone. Bitch cracks me a good one, a sucker punch. I’m bleeding now, more importantly all the sailors are laughing. Hooting yelling, Dirks getting his ass kicked, by the dyke,,,,,,turned my back to her.
She hit me again, I turned and with everything I had punched her in her fat fuckimg nose. Boom! She out for the count! The places is silent, fuck he killed her! She’s on the floor bleeding like a stuck pig.
Then the hooting and yelling starts up again,,,Dirk killed the Dyke. Repeatedly. I’m concerned god did I really kill here!. So I’m down on my knees checking on her, making sure she was ok. The hot blonde came over said, I’m a nurse, let me help, and did ya have to hit her so hard.
And I’m laughing again. The dykes coming to, saying stuff like put me in couch, where’s he at I’m gonna beat him badly now. The nurse has the the nose bleed stopped. The shattered nose was iced. The hot blonde Spanish nurse stands, grabs her purse, takes my hand and says let’s go to your house.
So I’m leaving with this hot blonde nurse, and now the drunk sailors are howling about me leaving with the hot blonde nurse, and I’m thinking, you fuckers are drunk and jealous!
Turns our my Skipper was present in Bennys that night, saw it all. In his office the very next morning, he commends me for trying to walk away. Advises me, the Dykes skipper had already called him, wanting me in the brig. My Skipper Don East explained what happened that he had witnesses the entire thing.
As I’m leaving he ask, where in the hell did I learn to throw a punch like that? Laughs and tells me he will be watching!
VI
Approved. I’m buying the drinks/
Every now and then, you see footage these days of a woman trying to start a brawl with a man. Perhaps I’m too cold-hearted, but male or female, if you’re going to throw down, you had better be prepared to suffer the consequences.
That said, those scrawny harpies in the elevator obviously didn’t pose a serious physical threat, even with the slap to the face. The far greater danger with lunatics like that is the likelihood that, given the chance, they would absolutely have every unmasked or insufficiently vaccinated neighbor sent to a Covid camp for life.
Julie, if the man in the elevator had hit either of the harpies in the mouth with a closed fist, he would have been at risk of infection or worse from a so-called fight bite. “For bites that occur on the hand (such as in a fight bite scenario), harm is done when the tooth penetrates the capsule of the metacarpophalangeal joint. Bacteria from the mouth enter the joint but then become trapped as the fist is released from a clenched position. At first, the bite wound usually appears innocuous. However, without treatment, severe complications may occur. These include local skin infections, lymphangitis, septic arthritis, tenosynovitis, tendon injury, fracture, osteomyelitis, or uncommon systemic complications such as bacteremia, endocarditis, or meningitis.”
Human fight bites can be contaminated by bacteria from the mouth of the biter and additional bacteria from the skin of the person who threw the punch.
https://www.emra.org/emresident/article/fight-bites-and-other-human-bite-injuries/
It’s not pretty. Yes, of course the harpies were scrawny in comparison to the dude they attacked– but even so, he probably saved himself a trip to the ER by slapping rather than punching them. And Dirk was wise to punch his opponent in the nose rather than the mouth.
I had never heard of fight bite. Gruesome. Will have to remind my kids that if they ever need to use their martial arts in a serious setting, aim for the jaw or nose, not the mouth.
Re. the elevator scenario, I applaud the guy for his level of restraint. Those ladies look like the sort whose bones would snap if any real force were used.
Julie sed throw down. lol
“next car, y’old t***.”
too, as a bouncer years ago, taking a guy’s bag/knapsack/whatever outside was half the battle anyway because he’d follow you and be out of the bar.
so, slap her phone outside&down the hall, press your floor and bob’s your uncle.
I cracked a bitch one time. I barely knew her name. She picked me up in a dive and we went back to her place, left my ride at the bar. We got there and she put a Journey album on and went in the kitchen to get some brews. I looked through her albums and it was all Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, shit like that. So I turned it to FM and found a station playing some Halen. She came in and said she didn’t like how they “wind out” the guitars and she wanted to put something else on. I told her that Journey shit blows and she got mouthy with me. I’m thinking What the fuck is wrong with this gurl? I didn’t know it at the time but people that don’t like Fleetwood and Journey are assholes. Anyway it went back and forth a few times and she swung at me. Whoa. I told her to give me a ride back to the bar and she said fuck you, walk . I said OK I’ll walk and I headed to the door. So she races around and gets between me and the door and said I ain’t leaving til I apologize. I told her I have nothing to apologize for and she tried to kick me in the balls, and I reactively cracker her on the side of the head. She hit the wall then hit the floor screaming the whole way. This was in an apartment building and I was concerned a neighbor would hear so I hauled ass. It was about a 3 mile walk back to the bar. My friend was still there so we had a few more and laughed about it. I was a little scared the law was gonna show up and arrest my ass. I was more cautious after that.
There was an interesting reddit thread I saw a few weeks ago, where girls talked about how they never realized how much stronger the average man is than they are until some physical event happened. Usually, it was getting slapped, or just playfully wrestling & realizing that no matter how much smaller or lighter the guy is there’s no possible way to throw him off. They really thought they could physically equal the average man. Finding out the hard way they were mistaken was a very hard lesson for some of them.
Women used to understand on a visceral level that physically, they are just weaker than men – and act accordingly. This isn’t a bad thing, it’s just part of being human and female, and in the proper context it is one of the delightful differences between the sexes. Today, average girls think they can Mary Sue their way out of any violent situation, and end up causing a lot more trouble for themselves than if they just accepted reality.
Wise words. I always laugh at those movies that show some 100 pound women beating up a group of men. Impossible. Such fantasies can leave even a normal girl with delusions that might get her in very serious trouble. My last girlfriend was in excellent shape, being a 20 year old gym rat and model and all. She insisted that she could pin me in wrestling, and got a tad upset when I just laughed it off. Finally she wanted to prove it. Ok. I pinned her in two seconds. Not fair she said. Ok. We started the next wrestling match with her on top of me and pinning my arms to my side with her legs. I pinned her in two seconds. She never brought it up again.
Realizing her folly, she bought a number of pistols and open carried them everywhere. She also bought an AR with 1000 rounds of ammo. She became a crack shot. Now she knows that she can handle any man out there. Which is of course true. So many times I walked with her in public, she with her young model’s body, in tight jeans, cowboy boots, polo shirt and a 9mm with two spare mags attached to her hip. Good times.
Of course you wouldn’t strike those ladies, use bear spray,
I hit a girl in grade school and kneed her in the stomach to boot. ‘Had it coming, too. Don’t mess with my two-square game! I’ve only been in three or four fights in my life and that was one of them.
OT, but I’ve been pitching movies in the comments that teach us about the times we live in, and the director Darren Aronofsky keeps leaping in front of the line. His movie “The Wrestler” needs more attention today. I think O’Rourke’s character, a washed up showman nearing the end of his ride, is facsimile of American showmanship on the World stage.
His degrading stint serving lunch meats behind a deli counter reminds me of our current phase, where we’re coasting on leveraged debt, tribal politics and military expansion instead of on a thriving manufacturing sector, social integration and national regeneration.
We’re not there yet, but, viewed as a cautionary tale, “The Wrestler” should wake us up to the possibility that our post-WWII prestige in the global fukazi called “American Liberator VS Nazi Russian Jihad” may be drying up.
I saw that movie. While watching it I kept saying to myself, “Please God, don’t let this happen to me.”
Every dog has his day. It is always hard to know when to leave the stage. Learning how to read the room isn’t just for comedians.
Instead of ordering another shot of Tequila and reeling around the dance floor till 4 am (printing more money and starting more wars), America’d benefit greatly from an Excedrine PM, 15 solid hours of sleep, followed-up by a good steak dinner, hopefully a bowel movement, and a serious recalibration, before stepping back into the ring.
This is the advice I take from Darren’s movie, anyway.
A man has to know when to leave the stage. He must echo the last words of Augustus:
“Have I played the part well? Then applaud as I exit.”
Vespasian’s last words will do also: “Well, I think I am becoming a god.” (Vae, puto deus fio.)
Better than Nero’s Qualis artifex pereo (“What an artist dies in me”) as he attempted to commit suicide but lost his nerve. (His secretary had to do him in.)
Good catches! Those Roman guys had a lot of one-liners.
1. On his death bed Septimius Severus told his two sons, “Take care of the army and forget everything else.”
2. Vespasian to his son Titus who had complained about his father’s tax on urine: “Smell this coin. Does it smell like urine?”
3. Caligula after the first blow by his Praetorians who were going to kill him: “I’m not dead!”
4. Tiberius right before a Praetorian smothered him with a pillow: “I want my supper!”
5. Julius Caesar at a dinner party the evening before the Ides of March: “The best death is a quick death.”
6. Nero’s mother right before being killed on the orders of her son: Pointing to her womb, she said, “Stab me here, where I gave birth to Nero.”
7. Nero upon seeing the corpse of his mother: “I didn’t know my mother was so good looking.”
8. Caligula to his wife as he kissed her: “Remember that I can have your pretty neck cut anytime.”
9. Scipio Aemilianus upon watching Carthage burn: “I fear one day the same thing will happen to Rome.”
I liked the responder on Twatter/Tok who said the guy should start coughing!
@Ghostsniper
What your opinion of the f#cking Eagles? Please dont tell me you like them, cause I hate the f#cking Eagles
Every time I hear an Eagles song, I reach for my revolver.
…cause I hate the f#cking Eagles
Well, then Dude, you might wanna add Mojo Nixon’s “Don Henley Must Die” to your playlist.
Alas, I have no “playlist” as I do not stream music. I only listen to music on my audiophile system, and “streaming” is not audiophile quality—far from it. Glorified FM radio is what it is. Yeah, I know: I am an audio snob. But I did not invest $25,000 over the years in my hi-end system so that I could listen to tunes on the internet. I am the same way with my bicycles. Only Surly steel-framed bikes will do.
Whew! Glad I got that off my chest. And I hate the f****** Eagles.
Mike,
Take It Easy.
You are a cruel man, Snakepit.
With the Canadian truckers doing their thing I gave Drive-By Truckers “Gravity’s Gone” another listen which worked well with the comments about the fair sex. “I went stumbling through the fog trying to find a reason for the things I told her. She woke up sunny side down and I was still thinking I was too proud to flip her over.
Between the champagne hand jobs and the kissing ass by everyone involved
Cacaine rich comes quick and that’s why all the small dicks have it all.”
Absolutely everything that followed “2 weeks to flatten the curve” was a bald-faced lie.
Plan accordingly.