Turning Meme's Into Reality

H/T to Midwest Chick over at Non Original Rants (one of my favorite daily reads) for the Sunday Meme Drop this morning and this little gem.

So of course, I just had to change the name on my 06:00 alarm on my Android phone.

It helps to be reminded to oppress others when you are not actually an oppressor

 

At home I use my Midland Clock radio that also provides my severe weather warning. But at the firehouse when I go in at midnight, I'll set an alarm on my phone for the 06:00 shift change so I am up when the next person comes on. If we get hammered with calls over night or both of us are doing an 18 hour shift, I will sleep in for a couple of extra hours and get up if there is a call or whenever.

FYI... I will have no computer access until August 27th, so no new posts until then.

The King Is Still Dead

Elvis Aaron Presley - The King of Rock-n-Roll

January 8, 1935 – August 16, 1977

Elvis has been dead longer than he was alive for four years now.

 

I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news on WSPR AM 1270 out of Springfield. I was on my annual two week summer vacation away from my siblings at my grandparent's house in Chicopee Falls, MA. I had gone on a shopping trip with my Nana to the Fairfield Mall on Memorial Drive in Chicopee just outside of Westover AFB. We were parked in front of the old Two Guys anchor store and were getting ready to leave in her 4-door 1970 Chevy Impala (a car that would eventually become mine) when it came across the radio. The car was equipped with an AM only radio that played through the single speaker on the dash. I remember my Papa at some point added an FM converter but I think that was after I got my drivers license the following year.

So in honor of the anniversary of Elvis' passing, I give you one of my favorite cartoons from when Flash Animation was a new and popular form of mindless internet entertainment with many sites devoted to just that.

From the racist and twisted minds at the old Icebox site, I give you..... Mr. Wong

 

Mr. Wong - Urine Trouble, Part I

Mr. Wong - Urine Trouble Part II

The story line is that Mr. Wong is the houseboy to the rich and snotty Miss Pam. She lives in luxury while Mr. Wong has a bare bones crappy room with a single light bulb. The full series with all 15 episodes can be found at this link. In these two episodes, Mr. Wong is crying over the fact that Bing Crosby is dead on what would have been Bing's birthday, and he blames Elvis Presley and Rock-n-Roll for killing him. When Miss Pam goes to Memphis for a cotillion, Mr. Wong goes too and exacts his revenge on Elvis. I forgot how hilarious this all was. How it still exists on YouTube without being cancelled is beyond me.

Q & A

H/T to Irish for the meme at The Feral Irishman

 

 

Additional Items: 

They'll keep fucking up the economy until there is only digital currency they control.

They'll keep destroying energy production until you buy an EV or only use mass transit.

They'll just keep the border open forever.

They'll keep trafficking in children until pedophilia is totally legal.

They'll keep rigging elections until they are in power forever.

 

 

Q: For these things and many more, what will it take to stop the progress and reverse course?

 

 

 

 

A: Shoot them all in the fucking face! 😏Vote them out of office.

They Are Trying So Hard

To light off ACW2 that is, but American Patriots are not taking their bait. More on that in a moment.

Trump Indicted a 4th Time

Supposedly for election interference by doing nothing more than publicly questioning Georgia's methods and results. He did not block access to, flood, or kill the electricity to polling places. He did not stuff ballot boxes. He did not find ballot boxes in the trunk of his car or steal them. He did not falsify vote counts. He told the Georgia Secretary of State on a phone call he needed 11,700 votes in order to win and to find them, NOT MAKE THEM.

So this poses a question... why hasn't that fat loser Stacey Abrams been indicted? After all, she called into question the legitimacy of the 2018 and the 2022 elections where she lost the governor's race. Here's why:

[X] Woman 

[X] of color

[X] Demon-Crap

Yup, that's it.... three big check boxes and the American (In)justice system could not care less. But Donald Trump, oh not only is he a male, white, and Republican, but he had the gall to go after and expose the big government swamp monster for all to see. That is why he must be taken down. Donald Trump will eventually come out on top as he ALWAYS DOES, so no need for Patriots to "rescue" The Republic and take the bait for ACW2. No, we will continue to wait until the Commies in power lose their patience and strike first. Probably when they see their precious assaults on the Second Amendment either fail completely, or continue to be ignored and not complied with (bump stocks and pistol braces for example). Or like at the state level where non-compliance with Kommiecticut's own magazine and "assault weapon" ban is 85% and private gun sales continue unabated with no state authorization (registration), and is a reported 95% non-compliance in NY. These are not official numbers because A) the tyrants do not have any type of accurate firearms count, and B) they have refused to release their official estimates since 2013.

 

Then it will be go time. All privately owned "arms" will instantly become "Weapons of WAR" and those that just wanted to be left alone will get involved. The tyrant's enforcers need to realize that they have families as well, and perhaps should resign from their posts before its too late.

 

 

Good luck with those F-15's, Jack! You fucking fed clowns could not even beat 7th century goat herders that had no navy, air force, standing army, or nukes. But they had one unifying ideal that we Patriots also have... 

they hated YOU!

Wanna People Watch? HOLY CRAP!

As I wrote in yesterday's post, my wife and I were headed to Foxwoods Resort Casino for our anniversary dinner. Our dinner reservation was for 6 PM so we decided to go a couple of hours early. Because it had been so long since I had been there, I was not up on their security procedures. Since Foxwoods is on sovereign tribal land, the carrying of weapons is verboten and my state pistol permit is not honored. That never stopped me before, but I did not want any hassles of having to pass though metal detectors and instead have to return to my vehicle to secure a firearm. I opted for my Blackie Collins "CIA Letter Opener" poly-carbonate blade that I have carried for other such circumstances. In my weak side pocket I had my Gerber money clip holding several hundred dollars that has a hidden blade inside. The blade is small but razor sharp and will lay a person open pretty good. It turns out nothing had changed since the last time I was at Foxwoods. I could have carried concealed and not had an issue unless I needed to use it.

Blackie Collins "CIA Letter Opener" with paracord lanyard

Gerber GDC Money Clip and Knife

 

Apparently, every Sunday from 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM they have something called the "Wave Foxwoods Day Party" that requires advance tickets (costing $60) and over 21 only. I can tell you right now, this is not something I would ever consider attending. When we arrived, the whole complex was swarming with dindus and bubble-butts adorned in their finest swim wear. Please, someone point out to me any man that thinks glued-on eyelashes an inch long or longer is some kind of attraction? Because I need to have a talk with this fool. And ladies.... just don't! Thankfully, the majority of pool party attendees all cleared out when the event ended at 5 PM.

While that got rid of the potential troublemakers starting mob riots or the senseless violence they are well known for, there were plenty of individuals there to give the place "character." If you think the people that shop at WalMart are freaks, well WalMart ain't got nothin' on a casino. We walked by people on the casino floor sitting at machines that they probably haven't moved from in days. One guy was slouching in the chair with the telltale "Depends" bulge in the front of his pants. And so many people gambling that most likely have no business blowing their money in that way. I can't fathom the mindset it takes to be afraid to walk away because they're sure the machine is just about to pay off. Then there are the different ways people are dressed. I was dressed in business casual and my wife wore a pretty floral warm weather dress. There were people walking around dressed like total slobs. Then there were those that looked like characters from "Jersey Shore" or "The Sopranos." There was also the women.... dressed in revealing or form flattering wear. Short tight skirts that barely covered their coochie and allowed the peek-a-boo fanny shot. While I was noticing the very fit blonde walking by in a skin-tight exercise outfit, my wife spotted another in a sheer blouse, out there for all to see. Dang! How did I miss that one? We spent our before dinner time window shopping in the Tanger Outlet's mall area. My wife spotted a small orange handbag at the Kate Spade outlet store she thought our daughter might like for Christmas. I told her she should just go in the store, grab one, and walk out because that's how people shop now. Wifey was not amused.

I don't personally gamble. I flat out refuse. The odds are always in the house's favor and I would rather keep my money than willingly give it up. Megabucks jackpot is $1.5B? Nope, I will keep the $2 in my pocket which is a sure thing rather than take a single chance that is practically zero to win. The lottery is nothing more than a voluntary sucker's tax anyway. The only exception to gambling is when I am absolutely right about something and someone disagrees telling me to "put my money where my mouth is." In that case I am more than happy to take their money for being stupid. My wife on the other hand, likes to play just a little. She will buy the Megabucks or Powerball ticket for a huge jackpot. Last night after dinner she spent a whole $20 on one video slot machine, and at one point had won a whole 85 cents when she was already down $10. She continued to play until she was down to her last nickel and could not play any more. She cashed out laughing and gave the nickel credit slip to the woman a couple of machines over. I told her the go to the cashier and actually get a nickel coin for a souvenir. It was a nice long walk back to the parking garage which felt good after a big meal. We got home a little before 8:30 PM