You tyrants want to impose some kind of martial law with jab mandates? I have said all along; take away my ability to provide for me and my family... I become a murderous marauder TAKING what I need and leaving a trail of bodies in my wake. Is that REALLY what you want? No? Then
Leave Me The FUCK ALONE!!
H/T to Mike at 90 Miles From Tyranny (again!) He always has some great stuff.
Remember life when this was considered mental illness and abnormal? With very little exception, men were men, and women were women. No one would dare use such a ruse for special privileges, like competing in women's sports as a champion, or getting in female restrooms to commit sexual assault. Except....
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| From the TV show M*A*S*H. Corporal Maxwell Q. Klinger on guard duty |
Can you imagine seeing that on guard duty? I'd piss myself laughing.
For those too young to remember the show, or are unfamiliar with it, M*A*S*H was about a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital during the Korean war. Corporal Klinger wanted out of the Army, so he was trying to get out by way of a "Section 8" psychiatric discharge, because what is OK now was once severe mental illness. He wore dresses all the time saying he was really a woman. This was funny on so many levels, and because his antics were not taken seriously by anyone, he never got his discharge, but he kept it up for a few seasons anyway. The character had a huge wardrobe and ordered all the latest fashions with accessories. I remember an episode where he showed up in formation wearing a frilly flowered ladies hat. When asked why he would wear such a thing he answered, "It's Spring, SIR!" Even funnier, was the fact that Jamie Farr is a very hairy man of Lebanese descent, which just added to the sight gag of it all. Eventually his character stopped wearing dresses after being informed by his Commanding Officer, Col. Sherman T. Potter (played by actor Harry Morgan) how actually getting a Section 8 would adversely affect his life after the Army. He wore the standard OD green utility uniform from then on.
I heard an audio clip on the afternoon local talk show of Michael Phelps stuttering and stammering a non-answer answer when asked about the freak show occurring with the UPenn Women's Swim Team. He said a whole lot of nothing in the clip, understandably to protect his millions in endorsements from woke corporations. Since I don't have any such riches or positions to protect and write under a pseudonym, I will help out Michael Phelps (who is no stranger to mental illness himself) because I can not be cancelled by stating the following:
Protect women's sports...
Transgenderism IS MENTAL ILLNESS!!
The whole defund the police movement that is, you could be quite wrong. Yesterday I was in my final class to renew my EMT license, designated NCCP Part C and the topic was "EMT Safety." A discussion ensued about dealing with criminals, psych cases, or otherwise unruly patients. There were several area cops in the class, so we got the LEO perspective. HOLY SHIT... have they been hobbled, and that has put me in a precarious position I didn't realize. In my area of operation, we always stage for the state police, and only go in to the scene when state police give the all clear. As part of that "safe to proceed in" was patting down the patient for weapons, needles, or anything else dangerous. It dawned on me that the last couple of these types of calls, I had to "remind" troopers to do a pat down, thinking it was because of brand new troopers, or new to the area. Nope... LEO in Kommiecticut are no longer allowed to do a pat down on first contact unless they are actually doing an arrest. Those cops in my class made it sound like in certain circumstances, they can get into trouble just for asking for consent for a search. According to those LEO's, they only have the legislative diktat to operate under, since there is no case law refining the rules yet.
We will be doing department EMS training this week, and I will be sure to inform fellow members of this development, that scene safety with these patients isn't what it used to be.
Shooting fuckers in the face at your door, decorating lampposts, or lined up against a pock-marked and blood spattered wall. Any way you do it, trenches full of bodies covered in lime and forgotten. As we restore The Republic, we'll remind them we just wanted to be left alone.
H/T Ninety Miles From Tyranny where I shamelessly lifted the meme.
We got home and to bed after midnight Thursday morning and 4:45 came real early for me. She was understandably miserable trying to go to sleep, and stayed home from work Thursday. I caught some shuteye at the firehouse from 06:00 to 08:30 and was good for the rest of my day. It was hard for her to move her hand or fingers. By yesterday, she was way better. Swelling had gone down, no more oozing, some discoloration, and while she doesn't have full grip back yet, she can move her hand and fingers with not much pain. She actually went in to work for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon to pick up a few things she left behind Wednesday, and start filling out work place injury paperwork. We're not looking to go after the dog's owner, because my wife knows the risks associated with her job and has been bitten before. But it is certainly not going to cost us one dime in lost wages, medical expenses, or replacement of her broken brand new FitBit. She believes the FitBit saved her wrist from injury.