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The five stages of blogging strike again...

Hanging out in Messico City doing IT support, basically a warm-up for next month in Sydney and I am doing way too much reading on my right-leaning RSS feeds.

I spent a good bit of the morning writing up a screed on Immigration and the battle for America, with a nice smattering of Doomsday shouting at the end.

I saved it off and went to lunch, then looked at it again a few hours later.

Ooooh that stinks. And of so very borderline racist. The razor's edge...

I'm going to cut out the inflammatory rhetoric and just leave a couple quotes and part of the doomshouting...
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Thoughtful quote regarding Immigration:

“Now, just to understand better what's going on, let's imagine the shoe on the other foot.
Let's imagine that hundreds of thousands of badly-educated Americans, white Americans, were pouring across the border into Mexico.
And let's imagine that they were insisting on instruction in school in English rather than Spanish. Let's imagine they were asking for ballot papers in English rather than Spanish, they were celebrating Fourth of July rather than Cinco de Mayo, buying up newspapers, publishing in English, television stations, radios, all publishing and broadcasting in English, and that there were so many of them coming in that they threatened to reduce Mexicans to minority.
Do you think the Mexicans could possibly be tricked into thinking that this was enrichment, this was diversity, that this was great?
No.
No. They wouldn’t stand for it for a moment.
This would be to them an impossible unacceptable invasion of their country. And you would find the same reaction in any non-white country anywhere in the world.
Can you imagine, say, the Japanese or the Nigerians, the Pakistanis, the Costa Ricans accepting this kind of wholesale demographic change that would change their country, transform their country, and reduce them to a minority?
No.
These things are impossible to imagine.”
- Jared Taylor

Truth.

The next part was basically a "What Me Worry?" paragraph to lighten the mood after I went off on the state of Immigration in the US:

Neil DeGrasse Tyson says we are screwed anyway...

"On Friday the 13th of April 2029, an asteroid large enough to fill the Rose Bowl as though it were an egg cup, will fly so close to Earth, that it will dip below the altitude of our communication satellites. We did not name this asteroid Bambi. Instead, it's named Apophis, after the Egyptian god of darkness and death.
If the trajectory of Apophis at close approach passes within a narrow range of altitudes called the 'keyhole,' the precise influence of Earth's gravity on its orbit will guarantee that seven years later in 2036, on its next time around, the asteroid will hit Earth directly, slamming in the Pacific Ocean between California and Hawaii. The tsunami it creates will wipe out the entire west coast of North America, bury Hawaii, and devastate all the land masses of the Pacific Rim. If Apophis misses the keyhole in 2029, then, of course, we have nothing to worry about in 2036"- NDG - Space Chronicles - Facing the Ultimate Frontier

Apophis is a huge cosmic question mark, since a shit-ton of elements will still affect it's trajectory... There's questions on it's shape, center-of-mass, spin characteristics, and a bunch of other outside influences that could affect the event.

Wonder what it would be like if the rock splashes down?
Read Larry Niven's Lucifer's Hammer... Great book on life after a meteor impact.

For more info on Apophis, have a peek at NASA's Near Earth Object Program's notes on Apophis and their much-watered-down predictions, including a date change from Friday the 13th, to Easter Sunday, 2029, read here.
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There.
Consider yourselves lucky that I thought better of subjecting you to the original
load of horseshit... You dodged a bullet.

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Nanny-Stating At Its Finest

If, during your travels, you find yourself in Mexico City and you take your life and your colonic health in your hands and venture to a restaurant, you will witness some world-class nanny stating.
Notice the table, set with the finest flatware produced in the local barrios, hand forged from old car batteries. The lovely servilletas, cute little napkins that only yesterday afternoon were gently used toilet paper being pulled from the wastecans in the restaurant's baño and meticulously rinsed and reformed into quilted napkins. The candle is a mix of beef tallow and porcine earwax sourced from the local Carnicero, mixed with a bit of bathroom urinal cake to give a 'pleasant' scent (or at least mask the acrid notes of  death and decay wafting through the open sewers next to the kitchen). The shining silver-colored plates will leach chromium and arsenic into your meal as they are actually circular cut-outs from the shielding used in retired X-Ray equipment and old iron lung machines...

What is MISSING, however, is the salero, the venerable and ubiquitous salt shaker found on every table from New York City (where you can't have a Big Gulp, but you can have a pound of kosher salt on the table) to the lowliest ресторан in Yakutsk Siberia,
removed by government 'request' back in 2013, in order to help curb obesity and hypertension in Mexico.

 

Want some salt to further cover up the taste of spoiled rat meat or waaaaay out of date processed poultry by-products that is skating around your slightly-radioactive plate in a thin sheen of pepper sauce and heavily used 10w40 motor oil? Ask your camarera for the salt, pantomiming by shaking your hand over your plate. She will either misinterpret the gesture as a request for a handjob and quickly call her mother or younger sister hoping to make a quick 160 pesos, or make a correct deduction and waddle off to get your salt shaker. She'll deliver it to the table and wait impatiently, foot-tapping and eye-rolling, for you to finish sprinkling crystalized death over you food, then snatch it back off the table and deliver it back to the cabinet where salt, the cook's heroin, and the dish-washing staff's crystal meth are stored under lock-and-key...




Guess what? 
Want to cut down on salt consumption? Quit using so damn much of it in absolutely everything that is prepared for public sale. Everything I've eaten has had 150+% of the usual RDA of sodium...
I'm a salt fiend - I've been known to add salt to my Salt & Vinegar potato chips...
The only time I've need a bit of the old NaCl here is when I got a pair of rather dubious-looking sunny-side up eggs for breakfast yesterday morning.
(These eggs were, I estimate, older than my socks, based on the condition of the yolks.
The fresher the egg, the 'higher' the yolks stand... The things were concave- higher around the edges of the yolk than the center. Awful. Just appalling.)
Nothing else I have had to eat needed salt- not the 'hamburger', not the al pastor. Even the michelada had a ton of salt in it, in addition to the salt-and-chili mix on the rim of the glass. 

 
(Pic: Food Network)
(No Angry Orchard, Strongbow, Magners, MacKenzie's or anything else cider-like. A michelada is going completely the other direction though...Don't ask why. Seemed like a good idea at the time.)


So- where are we going with this?
So if the gummint decides something is bad for you (or the planet), and can request or mandate that it be removed from general access, where does it end?
New York knows. 
No large sodas. No styrofoam food containers.
No plastic bags.

How long before bacon goes away- the fatty, salty, smoky cured slice of death? 

How long until the outlawing of barbecue- because burned meat means carcinogens.
Will prohibition come back, when some SJW decides that the number of people killed by alcoholism and drinking-related activities (DUI, etc) is unacceptable?
Motorcycles - those seatbeltless rockets of death on two wheels - so much more dangerous than cars. Outlaw them!
Nanny is coming for everything you love.

Start hoarding the bacon now.

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Overheard on the Balcony

"Is... That... a Bobcat?"

"Where?"

"On the roof of that building."

"I wonder how they got that bastard up there."

"Well, having seen how they do stuff here, and know a little about local hardware limitations, I doubt they used the building elevator."
"Crane?"
"Maybe..."
"Helicopter?"
"Highly unlikely... They probably some thing like a catapult or maybe a trebuchet."

After looking thoughtfully at it for a minute:
"Wonder how they'll get it down."
"They won't. Looks like they are demoing the building out from under it."


TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Breaking the "Rules"

-or-
Not Following Common Sense Warnings

Down in Mexico City now...
We got an email from the security department of the Client warning of the terrible things that would happen if one left the safe confines of one's hotel room or secured spaces of the hotel or arena.
Under no circumstances were we to leave the hotel without an armed guard, especially at night...
Needless to say, at 10 last night, just as things were starting to get rolling, I was walking through Zona Rosa with 500 peso notes hanging out of my pockets, my nose buried in my smartphone and wearing earbuds- oblivious to the world.

Well- not me, but I did see these idjits as I walked around the Red Zone.
I see why young Americans are often victims of 3 hour kidnappings.
They are scooped up by local hoods just before midnight, roughed up, taken to an ATM and forced to make a maximum withdrawal, then after midnight passes they have to make another max withdrawal, then get dumped.
At least that's  the local lore...

Me? I walked around for 2 hours, marveling at the Condition White morons, then walked back to my hotel, had a tequila nightcap, and slept like the dead until 4am when my neighbors in room 108 came home and engaged in drywall-denting coitus.
Yay.

TBG - en Mexico

Asking The Right Questions

-AND-
 Understanding the answers.

 Heading to Mexico City on Friday...
All that tequila ain't gonna drink itself, y'know.

One of the reasons I like going to Mexico City is the street food, and I'm really looking forward to a little shithole around the corner from the hotel I'm staying in...
The place is called Tacos Don Guero...

 It's a little al pastor place in a renovated garage... I did a rundown on it last year...
Read original story here.

One of the real dangers is that cone-o-meat...
The first night I went there I had a translator with me.
Kinda like watching commercial sausage or hot dogs being made, you don't want to know what is in the giant cone-o-meat.

Yours Truly: "Ask him what kind of meat is in the al pastor"
Translator: "¿Qué tipo de carne está en el al pastor? Es carne de cerdo o pollo?"
Masetro Del La Plancha: (Laughs)
T:"¿Es el caballo?"
MDLP:"Usted desea que era caballo. Le gustaría que fuera carne de burro."
T: "¿Entonces que es?"
MDLP:"Es una mezcla de rata, el perdedor del perro pelea de la noche anterior, y las chicas de Europa del Este que no mantenga la respiración muy bien."
 T:"Ah. Bueno."
YT: "So, what is it?"
T: "He says it is chicken." 

 Sometimes you're better off not knowing.


TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Thanks, Asshole

-or-
This is why we can't have nice things.

Some noob/provisional local LEO decided he'd take his AR and some M855 to our local FOP range and get some target practice in.
Problems:
1. Not a member of the FOP or the Range
2. Pistol calibers ONLY
3. He's a lying asshole

He gets the combination code to the range gate from some other local LEO and
heads to the range.



Noob Asshole: "Wow, what nice divots these AP rounds put in that 1/4" steel."




Noob Asshole: "Well, wadda ya know. They do pierce steel plate."

So, after Officer Asshole destroys $1000 worth of steel plates he leaves all his brass scattered around the site he takes off. Not being an FOP or Range member, he doesn't know that there are 4 streaming cameras at the range/firing line and 3 cameras shooting the access roads.
When the damage is discovered, it takes only 20 minutes to find and identify the culprit.
When Officer Dindunuffin* is confronted, he denies everything.
When presented with video and photo evidence, he admits guilt.
When asked who gave him the code for the gate (a major violation of FOP and Range rules) he replies with the ever-popular "I don't remember."

Hey, Moron- two important attributes of a LEO- a GOOD MEMORY and the ability to make good decisions.
You have just DQ'd yourself from the job.
Have a nice f'ing day.

(*I just love this monniker - it's a Tam-isim. So useful and accurate.)
TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Shit Stirring

So... Wearing this around Jacksonville would probably earn me
an earnest talking-to...

But when I go to Australia...... Hmmm.



TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Assholes Being Assholes

Seems like there are so many more "White Supremacy" incidents in the last few weeks...

Seems to me they fall into two major categories:
1. People who want to give the BLM crowd and the campus crybullies something to protest- usually someone from the same organizations hoaxing, so they stay relevant.

2. Shit - stirrers like the 4-chaners, militant Redditors, and refugees from /b/ that just love throwing monkey wrenches for the sake of wrenching, not because of racial hatred.

That small percentage of REAL white supremacy retards have always been out there and probably know better than to fan the flames...The BLM is doing a bang-up job of alienating Everyone Else on their own. The WS crowd knows that getting caught making a poo-swastika would be stepping on their own dicks in a major way...

The BLM folks that are creating their own outrages (swastikas,  white power graffiti, provocative social media messages) fall back on the ever-popular defense of "I did it just to see what would happen."...
Like this idjit:

Police at Saginaw Valley State University say a threat posted on the social media site Yik Yak read, "I'm going to shoot every black person I can on campus. Starting tomorrow morning."

Guess who:

The original post was followed later by: 
"Its [sic] a joke,"
"I'm black,"
"I was going to give it an hour to see how you all would react," and
"Right. I could be angry and just expressing myself lol."

Moron.

Which Reminds Me...

The pig from earlier in the week?
Yeah...

1/3 of the way through cooking. Time to flip him over and cut the skin...

Cutting the skin so the fat renders out..

End result...

Horrifying but oh-so-tasty.

Hardships

Reading my RSS feeds about the Temps and snow around the country...
I am tempted to throw in my "woe is me" story for this Sunday...

Well, it's spitting tiny raindrops, temp is in the low 70's...
I'm sitting outside the lodge at the FOP range cooking yet another pig.
(52 lbs)
Looks like the rain will be done by 12. The annual turkey shoot starts about that time, and then our annual Turkey Shoot Feast begins about 4:30.
The pig should be done by 3 or 3:30, so things are running according to schedule.

Cold front coming through tonight...
Temps will be waaaay down in the low 60's out here at the beach...

(Please send angry messages re: shitty weather in the comments. Thx)

It's That Time Of Year Again

The annual SMT Thanksgiving feast!

I was on-station at 5:45 this morning to get the La Caja China going...
(More pics soon.)

Following The Logic

Quite a few of the talking heads on the Left are rightly pointing out that the perpetrators of the Paris attacks were not actually Syrian refugees.
They only POSED as refugees with forged docs to make border crossings easier in order to make their attacks.

According to them, it should be OK to accept REAL Syrian refugees to the US.
(Because they'd never try to get here by using that tactic. The DHS is way too smart to fall for that!)

One of Those Weeks

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Attention to Detail

Okay Touch of Modern...
Get your act together.



TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

I'm not an Angry Person

I'm just tired of assholes.




TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Boozing Pro-Tips

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Good Day

Yesterday sucked...
Rained all day.

Today is shaping up better.

The rain slacked off enough to ride my bike to work. Got a bunch of stuff worked out and through the wheels at work.

I think I deserve a nice lunch...

Lost in Translation

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Pandering Of The Worst Kind

-or-
How fixing a 'problem' for appeasement can bite you in the ass.

Isinglass

    [ahy-zuh n-glas, -glahs, ahy-zing-]
    noun
    1. a pure, transparent or translucent form of gelatin, obtained from the  air bladders of certain fish, especially the sturgeon: used in glue and jellies and as a clarifying agent. 

 Because 'isinglass' sounds better than 'fish guts'.

So-



Guinness has folded to pressure from the vegan crowd and changed their process to make their product adhere to vegan conditions.
Specifically, taking isinglass out of the filtration process as part of the finishing of their magnificent brew.
Read here.

Really- you are changing a 256-year-old process because 1700 social justice warriors signed an on-line petition?
I wonder if they ever had a chat about or researched what happened with New Coke?
Cause that worked out so well...
Morons.

Can't wait to see how this plays out...


TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Notes From Steerage Class

So, I'm often asked why our company sends us poor fools around the world in coach class seating.

This is why.




TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

Better Commute Today

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ BIKE

Issues?

No. No issues.
I have a whole SUBSCRIPTION.




TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

All Statistics and Polls Are Bullshit

When are people ever going to learn that anytime someone throws a statistic at them, it's probably slanted, biased or just plain wrong.

The Climatistas and their 97% of scientists, and the GunControllers with their 40% of unregulated gun sales...
It all bullshit.
You have to dig deeper, which people just won't do, to get to the truth.

97% of the scientists that make their living off Gummint grants regarding climate alarmism are the ones in agreement- NOT 97% of all scientists.
That 40% figure,  someone pulled that one out of the aether after a very unscientific poll of uninformed people that didn't own guns.

This is why I cannot put any faith in any polls or surveys about the  slate of 2016 candidates...
It just doesn't matter until people actually are in the voting booth and are punching the chads...

So knock off quoting the latest poll from whoever thinks your candidate looks prettiest.

Serially, they all suck-
The question is, who sucks least. (Or best, IYKWIM)

TBG

Morning Hate

I hate traffic.

Enough Said

(New Version since the last one shit the bed when I hit 'Post'.)

TBG - - ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒE

The Walk of Shame

The Walk of Shame on the morning after Halloween is the worst walk of shame ever...