Remember the good old days when a nut job would shoot up a McDonald’s because he wanted to “hunt humans” or shoot up a workplace because Batty Sue rejected him?
Now its political, the younger generation is more isolated than the pre industrial farmers by the online communities that feed into a self sustaining spiral of extremism on both sides.
The El Paso shooter was fighting the INVASION of his beloved country by the Mexicans enabled by the socialist commies in Congress. Is online presence was likely Alex Jones, Stormfront, and any other that fired up his own ignorance. Helped by the Talking Heads spouting the collapse of the country, Omar, AOC, etc.
The Dayton shooter was fighting the Nazi takeover by the racist, LGBTQWTF haters, the misogynistic pussy grabbers, and the killers of migrant children in cages. Fed by Maddow, MSNBC, Warren, Sanders, AOC, etc
We still have the nutjobs, they just get fed by politicians and media in a bubble of their own psychosis. and every time it happens, these same sources repeat the same idiocy over and over again. you want to reduce mass shootings? Stop the political bullshit.
Just because somebody disagrees with your party doesn’t make them evil incarnate, haters, killers, Nazi, Stalin, etc. we don’t vote for anything anymore, we must vote to defeat the “evil of the world from destroying the planet” or “defending our way of life from those who would destroy the country”
Politicians, talking heads, commentators, race baiters, make a living off of keeping the low IQ faction “fired up” and on the edge of their seat waiting for the next attack on everything they hold dear by the (fill in the blank)
Someone that doesn’t agree with your tax plan or budget priorities is not a Satan worshiping commie bent on destroying your way of life and putting you in FEMA camps or just killing you outright because they didn’t vote along with “your guy”
Can we go back to “going postal” instead of “fighting the Nazi Concentration Camp baby killers who hate everything warm and fuzzy” or “defending our very way of life from those commie socialists who want take away God, baseball, and apple pie”
NORMANDY, FRANCE (June 6, 1944) Three hundred French civilians were killed and thousands more were wounded today in the first hours of America’s invasion of continental Europe. Casualties were heaviest among women and children.
Most of the French casualties were the result of artillery fire from American ships attempting to knock out German fortifications prior to the landing of hundreds of thousands of U.S. troops. Reports from a makeshift hospital in the French town of St. Mere Eglise said the carnage was far worse than the French had anticipated, and that reaction against the American invasion was running high.
“We are dying for no reason,” said a Frenchman speaking on condition of anonymity. “Americans can’t even shoot straight. I never thought I’d say this, but life was better under Adolph Hitler.”
The invasion also caused severe environmental damage. American troops, tanks, trucks and machinery destroyed miles of pristine shoreline and thousands of acres of ecologically sensitive wetlands. It was believed that the habitat of the spineless French crab was completely wiped out, thus threatening the species with extinction. A representative of Greenpeace said his organization, which had tried to stall the invasion for over a year, was appalled at the destruction, but not surprised.
“This is just another example of how the military destroys the environment without a second thought,” said Christine Moanmore. “And it’s all about corporate greed.”
Contacted at his Manhattan condo, a member of the French government-in-exile who abandoned Paris when Hitler invaded, said the invasion was based solely on American financial interests. “Everyone knows that President Roosevelt has ties to ‘big beer’,” said Pierre Le Wimp. “Once the German beer industry is conquered, Roosevelt’s beer cronies will control the world market and make a fortune.”
Administration supporters said America’s aggressive actions were based in part on the assertions of controversial scientist Albert Einstein, who sent a letter to Roosevelt speculating that the Germans were developing a secret weapon — a so-called “atomic bomb.” Such a weapon could produce casualties on a scale never seen before, and cause environmental damage that could last for thousands of years. Hitler has denied having such a weapon and international inspectors were unable to locate such weapons even after spending two long weekends in Germany.
Shortly after the invasion began, reports surfaced that German prisoners had been abused by American soldiers. Mistreatment of Jews by Germans at their so-called “concentration camps” has been rumored, but so far this remains unproven.
Several thousand Americans died during the first hours of the invasion, and French officials are concerned that the uncollected corpses will pose a public-health risk. “The Americans should have planned for this in advance,” they said. “It’s their mess, and we don’t intend to help clean it up.”
The invasion is blamed on Roosevelt’s hawkish military advisers and the influence of British Prime Minister Churchill, who have repeatedly ignored calls for a negotiated settlement to end the war and who have reportedly rejected peace overtures from Germany through several neutral parties. Instead, the Roosevelt administration and its allies have chosen to insist on maintaining their extreme policy of demanding unconditional surrender.
There have been notable voices of opposition from sports figures and celebrities decrying the horrific violence and saying that this is not who we are.
I’ve been getting questions about Mercy and her story, well here are the basics.
We first got Mercy (not her name) when she was three weeks old as a foster child. Born with cocaine in her system and removed by DCS. We spent the first five month with withdrawal.
She had seizures and her muscles would tighten up. Throwing her head back and clench for a minute or two. Totally silent.
She also couldn’t sleep for more than twenty minutes or so at a time. Making her care pretty difficult for a working me and the wife giving aerobics classes. Eventually we started to swaddle her and she could sleep a lot more comfortably. She finally got through it but it wasn’t easy.
We went back and forth with DCs and the courts. She was returned to her birth mother twice. We found out much later that she tried to drown her in the bathtub. There was also a suicide attempt. We got her back the second time and decided to get a lawyer and fight for her.
Finally we got full custody of her and set the supervised visitation with the birth mother. She was about fifty-fifty on showing up. When she figured out that she was not getting her back, she got pregnant again. (Needed the meal ticket) and pretty much gave up on our girl
When we finally reached the magic numbers of one year of no support (we never got any and never expected any) and six months of no contact, we applied for a contested adoption. And changed her name to Mercy. She was almost five.
She was diagnosed early (4) with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome, Anxiety Disorder, Attachment Disorder.
She has since been diagnosed with DMDD and ADHD as she has gotten older and started to reach her teens.
Do we have issues from time to time? Of course we do. But she is ours. She will be thirteen in August
10. Noisy doors. You can’t walk three feet in a starship without some door whooshing or screeching at you. My office building has automatic sliding doors. They’re dead silent. If those doors went “wheet!” every time a person walked through them, about once a month some guy in accounting would snap and go on a shooting rampage. Sorry Scotty, the IEEE has revoked your membership until you learn to master WD-40
9. The Federation. This organization creeps me out. A planet-wide government that runs everything, and that has abolished money. A veritable planetary DMV. Oh sure, it looks like a cool place when you’re rocketing around in a Federation Starship, but I wonder how the guy driving a Federation dump truck feels about it?
And everyone has to wear those spandex uniforms. Here’s an important fact: Most people, you don’t want to see them in spandex. You’d pay good money to not have to see them. If money hadn’t been abolished, that is. So you’re screwed.
8. Reversing the Polarity. For cripes sake Giordi, stop reversing the polarity of everything! It might work once in a while, but usually it just screws things up. I have it on good authority that the technicians at Starbase 12 HATE that. Every time the Enterprise comes in for its 10,000 hour checkup, they’ve gotta go through the whole damned ship fixing stuff. “What happened to the toilet in Stateroom 3?” “Well, the plumbing backed up, and Giordi thought he could fix it by reversing the polarity.”
Between Scotty’s poor lubrication habits and Geordi’s damned polarity reversing trick, it’s a wonder the Enterprise doesn’t just spontaneously explode whenever they put the juice to it.
7. Seatbelts. Yeah, I know this one is overdone, but you’d think that the first time an explosion caused the guy at the nav station to fly over the captain’s head with a good 8 feet of clearance, someone would say, “You know, we might think of inventing some furutistic restraining device to prevent that from happening.” So of course, they did make something like that for the second Enterprise (the first one blew up due to poor lubrication), but what was it? A hard plastic thing that’s locked over your thighs. Oh, I’ll bet THAT feels good in the corners. “Hey look! The leg-bars worked as advertised! There goes Kirk’s torso!”
6. No fuses. Every time there’s a power surge on the Enterprise the various stations and consoles explode in a shower of sparks and throw their seatbelt-less operators over Picard’s head. If we could get Giordi to stop reversing the polarity for a minute, we could get him to go shopping at the nearest Starship parts store and pick up a few fuses. And while he’s shopping, he could stop at an intergalactic IKEA and pick up a few chairs for the bridge personnel. If you’re going to put me in front of a fuseless exploding console all day, the least you could do is let me sit down.
5. Rule by committee. Here’s the difference between Star Trek and the best SF show on TV last year:
Star Trek:
Picard: “Arm photon torpedoes!” Riker: “Captain! Are you sure that’s wise?” Troi: “Captain! I’m picking up conflicting feelings about this! And, it appears that you’re a ‘fraidy cat.” Wesley: “Captain, I’m just an annoying punk, but I thought I should say something.” Worf: “Captain, can I push the button? This is giving me a big Klingon warrior chubby.” Giordi: “Captain, I think we should reverse the polarity on them first.” Picard: “I’m so confused. I’m going to go to my stateroom and look pensive.”
Firefly:
Captain: “Let’s shoot them.” Crewman: “Are you sure that’s wise?” Captain: “Do you know what the chain of command is? It’s the chain I’ll BEAT YOU WITH until you realize who’s in command.” Crewman: “Aye Aye, sir!”
4. A Star Trek quiz: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and ‘Ensign Gomez’ beam down to a planet. Which one isn’t coming back?
3. Technobabble. The other night, I couldn’t get my car to start. I solved the problem by reversing the polarity of the car battery, and routing the power through my satellite dish. The resulting subspace plasma caused a rift in the space-time continuum, which created a quantum tunnelling effect that charged the protons in the engine core, thus starting my car. Child’s play, really. As a happy side-effect, I also now get the Spice Channel for free.
2. The Holodeck. I mean, it’s cool and all. But do you really believe that people would use it to re-create Sherlock Holmes mysteries and old-west saloons? Come on, we all know what the holodeck would be used for. And we also know what the worst job on the Enterprise would be: Having to squeegie the holodeck clean.
1. The Prime Directive. How stupid is this? Remember when Marvin the Martian was going to blow up the Earth, because it obstructed his view of Venus? And how Bugs Bunny stopped him by stealing the Illudium Q36 Space Modulator? Well, in the Star Trek universe, Bugs would be doing time. Probably in a room filled with Roseanne lookalikes wearing spandex uniforms, walking through doors going WHEET! all day. It would be hell. At least until the Kaboom. The Earth-shattering Kaboom
Hat tip to https://oldnfo.org/2019/07/10/snerk-26/
The lovely and long suffering wife, Mamasita Caliente, is doing well.
Hernia surgery and esophageal lengthening. She has five small (1 cm) incisions and stitches in her navel.
They gave her Dualdid for pain after surgery of .5 mg and then eight minutes later gave her 1.0 mg.
When she wouldn’t wake up and her O2 started dropping they checked her respiration and when it was 8 breaths per minute they called for help. At 5 they called a recovery team.
The nurse came around the bed and said “there’s about to be a lot of people in here”
Well, I wasn’t leaving, but I’m not stupid so I’m in the corner keeping my mouth shut. They wound up giving her a Narcan and when it didn’t work….gave her another.
She was in the hospital for three days and doing breathing treatments.
Still on a liquid diet for another week, but she is getting better everyday.
