Friday, July 19, 2019

Lord Acton laughs at your gullibility

The above meme is my picture, the quote is from someone else. 

Venezuela has the largest proven reserve of oil in the world. In 2014 there were just shy of 300 billion (that's 'b' - billion) barrels -- enough that at current rates the Venezuelan oil patch would be producing for the next two centuries.

On 01 JAN 1976 Venezuela founded Petroleos de Venezuela, SA and promptly nationalised their entire oil industry; a move that Hugo Chavez took advantage of in 2003 when he decreed that oil profits would be directly sent to "social spending".

Let me break that down for the cheap seats: the entirety of the profits from the world's largest reserve of oil, sold by the Venezuelan government through it's nationalised oil company, would be used for stuff like free medical care; free housing; free education ... you know, the normal stuff.

In addition, hydroelectricity powers -- or did -- 64% of the Venezuelan national grid. Coincidentally enough also run by a State-owned company.

This is pretty-much the ideal for a Socialist State. You can't get much better than backing your socialist programmes with the profits from the largest reserve of oil in the world.

Of course, it's cratered.

When we started hearing about food shortages out of the country with the largest oil reserve in the world, controlled by the government with all profits going to Socialist dreams, I looked at Herself and remarked, "Socialist massacres of the population in less than five years."

On Independence Day, the United Nations Office of Making The UN Pretend It's Competent issued a quiet report.

Buried in that summary (the full document is linked in the summary) is a bland notice of about seven thousand (7 000) "extrajudicial killings".

If it's just seven thousand, I'll eat my Stetson. Add another zero to the end of that number and you'll have a starting point.

This is yet another failing of Socialism, only the latest in an unbroken line of failures. And this failure should be particularly note-worthy because they started out with the perfect sodding recipe for a glorious Socialist utopia.

Of course, the Usual Useful Idiots are blathering about "corruption" being responsible for the whole cock-up.

Well, if you understand that "corruption" is short-hand for "people acting normally in this situation", I'd have to agree with them.

Lord Acton, in a letter to Archbishop Creighton, famously stated:  "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

Outside of totalitarian dictatorships there is no more absolute power than that wielded by a bureaucrat in a Socialist government. That has been truth in the past, it is truth now, and it will be truth well into the future.

The on-going pulsating ball of suck and fail that is the Venezuelan socialist experiment should be an obvious no-duh lesson to those pushing so hard for socialism in the United States.

Or, so I'd like to think.



Monday, November 05, 2018

Oh. Wow.

That's going in the gym rotation.


Thursday, October 25, 2018

Honest politicians

"An honest politician is one who, when he is bought, will stay bought."
~Simon Cameron

I make no secret of my contempt for the Leftist parasites who, having befouled their own little paradise, are flocking to my beloved Texas with the stated aim of "making Texas just like [Insert Leftist Hellhole Here]".

The number of people who show up around here because Los Angeles is too expensive/ too regulated/ too expensive/ too crime-ridden/ too expensive and immediately start trying to make the Lone Star State into a carbon-copy of the place that they just bloody well left because it was too expensive/ too regulated/ too expensive/ too crime-ridden/ too expensive just make my teeth ache.

My blood pressure is through the roof just thinking about it.

"San Francisco is just too expensive, and I just couldn't bear to live there anymore, not with the kids.  Texas is so nice, but we need to pass just a couple of little laws ..."

Bite me, you parasitic, mouth-breathing, patchouli-reeking, socialist, Big.Gov-loving, regulation-worshiping, juvenile bed-wetters. Get the hell out of my State, you snivelling little 'safe-space' pismires with your delusions of adequacy.

Pack your bums with salt, and go piddle up a rope!  SOMEWHERE. ELSE.


Which brings us to the Left's latest Darling Du Jour, Robert Francis "Beto" O'Rourke.

Today someone (who really should have known better) breathlessly exclaimed to me that "At least Beto is an honest politician!"

Setting aside the facts that: a) Anyone who puts "politician" and "honest" in the same sentence with neither sarcasm nor irony should not be allowed to vote; and
2) Nobody who dots their cupcakes over any politician should be allowed within three city blocks of a polling booth, let's look at that statement.

If Robert "Beto" O'Rourke is an "honest politician", then using Mr Cameron's elegant definition above, I damned sure don't want him staying bought ... because he's been bought by California (4.1 million as of noon today), New York (2.7 million, noon today), Massachusetts ($930,000), Illinois ($565K), and Washington State ($558K).

Show of paws here:  Who thinks the University of California (owns $82,116 worth of O'Rourke) will let Texas be Texas? Or has a clue what Texas is?  I'll bet they have some really good ideas, though.

Of the top five metro areas fundraising for O'Rourke, number 5 is Los Angeles/Long Beach at one million, three-hundred and forty-eight thousand, five hundred and sixty dollars.  As of noon today.

As the meme goes:
"The fact that New Yorkers and Californians think that the people of Texas should vote for Robert Francis "Beto" O'Rourke is EXACTLY why Texans should not vote for him."

You're damned right.


Monday, July 02, 2018

LibertyCon AAR

Well, I am back from LibertyCon 31, and am thoroughly knackered.

Herself didn't get to join me -- again.  This year a nasty bout of strep throat put the kibosh to any thoughts of her climbing into a pressurised metal tube for the flight.  Sigh.  I swear to any number of godlings that I will get her to to LibertyCon 32 if it harelips every cannibal in the Congo.

I had -- somewhat (okay, very much) nervously mentioned to the Con staff that I would do a panel, and they proceeded to put me on one named "No [Deleted], There I was, Just Minding My Own Business ..."  "It's war stories. You'll do fine" I was informed.

Gentle Readers, I'm here to tell you that when you plonk down on a dais, and you realise that you're sharing it with David Drake, John Ringo, Michael Williamson, and others whose books you've been reading for decades ... that's the sort of thing that'll launch you, shrieking, straight for the rafters.

Honestly, between 1)  The sheer number of people in the room not only staring at me, but breathing my air; and 2) Mentally chanting "Don't[deleted]thisup, don't[deleted]thisup, don't[deleted]thisup" the memory of the stories I told are pretty much white noise and incipient panic.

At the request of a fan, (Hi, CrankyProf!) I told the Armadillo story (which seemed to go over rather well); and I was planning on telling the Hog story -- both of which I've told a million times, but I practised again just to be sure ...

... and then Ringo told a sidesplitter ...

... and my very-competitive monkey-brain slipped past the censor gibbering in the corner, cut sling-load on the Hog story, and launched (fully unprepared) into the Pink Gorilla Suit story.

When I'm not wearing the Cop Suit, my voice tends to be somewhat soft.  And when I'm jazzed to the gills on over-stimulation, mild panic, and PEOPLE, I tend to run my words together; so when the white noise cleared, I was checking the crowd to see how bad I screwed up the delivery of the story, when I hear Mike Kupari clear his throat, "Not exactly fair, having to follow LawDog."

From the expressions in the crowd, I'm pretty sure that I didn't embarrass myself.

The rest of LibertyCon was a blast. Sipped some really nice booze, swapped stories, met some genuinely nice people, wound up with a gift-wrapped box of 1/4" nuts delivered by a minotaur representative of ACME Industries, and got hugged.

Good convention.  Good people.

We'll be back next year.


Sunday, May 20, 2018

Support starving authors

Friend Peter Grant over at Bayou Renaissance Man has a new book out.

Support starving authors!


Wednesday, May 09, 2018

A rubber stamp is not Due Process

One of the things being discussed around the tables at this years NRAAM are "Extreme Risk Protection Orders" (or "Red Flag Laws", if you want to be less overt about it.)

These are laws which allow for guns to be seized by law enforcement based on what seem to be subjective opinions about whether someone might be dangerous or not. 

Note, do, that the guns are seized without an actual crime being committed -- to say nothing of an actual criminal conviction.

Indiana's Red Flag Law is being touted as the model for the nation (side note:  Indiana?  What the hell, Hoosiers?), based solely upon alleged "due process" protections for gun owners.

These "due process" protections involve a two-step process.  First,  judge has to find that probable cause existed for the initial seizure of the guns, if done so without a warrant.  A warrant would require review for probable cause before being issued.

Second, a hearing must be held within 14 days, where the subject can petition to get his seized guns back.

I put "due process" in quotation marks, because I have two questions that no-one seems to be able to answer.

The first is:  How many initial Red Flag Law warrants are turned down by judges for a lack of Probable Cause?  What percentage of warrant-less seizures of guns are immediately reversed by the reviewing judge upon initial review?

Second:  How many -- or what percentage -- of Red Flag law seizures are overturned at the 14-day hearing?

I suspect that the reason I can't answers to those questions is because the answer to both is under the margin of error.  And that is unacceptable.

Gentle Readers, if Indiana judges are rubber-stamping the seizures of lawfully-held guns no matter how piss-poor the probable cause for those seizures are, then "due process" is NOT being observed.

Indeed, due process by rubber stamp is nothing more than mockery of due process.


Saturday, May 05, 2018


A week or so ago, a news article came across my news feed regarding some of the shareholders for Sturm-Ruger playing silly buggers.

So, when I hit the convention floor, I headed for the Sturm-Ruger booth to ask media-type questions.

Nobody at Ruger would go on record, but I got one of these little jewels:

With the suggestion that I look at the letter at the URL at the bottom of the card.

Didn't really answer my question, though.

When I gently pressed, the Ruger rep assured me that the shareholder kerfuffle was a paper tiger, and nobody was worried about it.

I'm going to take them at their word, but I have to admit that I'm a little concerned by the new tacks the anti-gun folks are taking.

Here's hoping.


Edit:  Bugger!  I forgot to coon-finger the 10mm GP100!  Dammit.


First thoughts

Thoughts from my first wander of the floor:

The average age of the attendees is younger than in the past conventions, and fitter.  While I'm still navigating around wheezing late-middle-aged gentlemen, there are a lot more fit, squared-away folks.

Is the NRA sponsoring a Crossfit club, or something?

Also, there are more un-accompanied women.  At the other NRAAMs I've been to, the majority of the lady attendees are obviously there with the Boyfriend /Husband /Spouse-Like Love Unit.  While most of them still are, there are a lot more moving around the floor by themselves -- including at least two ladies standing in line at booths with strollers in tow.

Speaking of which, I spoke briefly with a young mother at the Glock booth who is mildly annoyed that she had to pay someone to take the finger grooves off her Gen4 Glock 19 just before Glock came out with the Gen5. She was intelligent, articulate, and had more gun sense than most folks I've run into at gun counters.  If she, and others like her, are the future of the NRA ... we're in good hands.

I am happy to see fewer gun-bro t-shirts on my first swing-through.  Chesty "Cold Dead Snek" t-shirts may be satisfying to wear, but might not convey an image to attract more middle-of-the-road folks.

Ah, well.

I'm off to chase down Tiny Purple Demon and give her some books.


NRAAM 2018

Yes, someone at the National Rifle Association actually gave me a press pass!  Mwa-ha-ha!

Initial impressions:  It is crazy here.  Of all the NRA Annual Meetings I've been to, this one is the most hectic upon first walking into the venue.

I suspect it may have something to do with the current political climate, but we'll see.

It also has the most police presence I've seen; although the officers I've spoken to have been the most laid-back and friendly.

I've spoken to one outside media type who seems to be neutral and open-minded -- he's a college kid -- and he actually seems to be seeing the Second Amendment side of things.  Kind of gives me hope.

Off to walk the floor!


Saturday, April 21, 2018

De mortuis nil nisi bonum

Well, my social media feed (yes, I have one. Stop giggling) is blowing up regarding the comments of one Randa Jarrar regarding the death of the former First Lady Barbara Bush.

I've looked at her tweets, and what she says of the dead is absolutely repugnant.

However, I am also reminded that those of us on the Conservative side of the house have been continually telling the children of the Thuggish Left that the First amendment isn't there to protect speech you agree with. Speech everyone agrees with doesn't need protecting.  The First Amendment is there to protect speech you don't like.

Yes, what this professor said about Mrs Bush is hateful, rude, profane, and generally tacky -- to say nothing about displaying a lamentable lack of a grounding in Classical education that is becoming altogether more apparent on University professors these days -- but it is still protected speech.

And Fresno State is still -- as long as they accept government funds -- part of the government, and thus is exactly whom the First Amendment was written to protect people from.  Any true conservative should be appalled at suggesting that government actually police free speech.

Fresno State would completely be violating her First Amendment rights to fire her, or even sanction her in any way.

As far as her overwhelming a suicide hot-line:  tacky, and far from the first time it's happened by way of a campus prank.  The hot-line should present her with a bill for the expenses related to her idiocy, with an offer to go to court should she deign not to cough up the money.

We also hear that alumni and long-time donors to Fresno State are considering withholding funds, or not sending their sprogs to that institution.

Oh, ho, that's a completely different kettle of fish.  Private citizens deciding where to send their money?  Or, in this case, deciding not to donate their dosh to Fresno State for ... well, any reason?  Hell, yes, and good on them.

It's the donor's money, and if Randa Jarrar decides to exercise her First Amendment right to be a complete disrespectful jackass, the donors likewise have a right to not give money to the university that gave her tenure.

And the gods bless each donor who decides not to send money to Fresno State anymore.

For those who think it's wrong to punish the entire University for the actions of one of its professors -- tough.  You can't tell me that Fresno State didn't know exactly what sort of human being they were getting when they granted tenure to Randa Jarrar.

Randa Jarrar, and all the administration and faculty who thought it was a Good Idea to give her tenure, should most certainly be allowed to sit in their offices as the money dries up, and the campus begins to crumble around their ears.

Too Long; Didn't Read version:
You're not allowed to fire her for simply exercising her First Amendment rights to be a two-bit, monosynaptic, mouth-breathing, invertebrate honyock; however, any private person thinking of not donating money to the idiot institution who thought it was a Good Idea to not only hire this purulent pismire, but to give her tenure, that private person is on the side of all that is Good and Decent on this little green dirtball.


Saturday, March 31, 2018

Audio Book II

Looks like African Adventures is out on audio book!



Friday, March 30, 2018

Professor LawDog's School of Mayhem and Survival

Good morning, class.

Today's lesson is about a wee bit of social engineering that should be a part of your glove box in your vehicle, or your bug-out bag.

It is:  the Media Pass.

Easily found by simply inserting the search term "media pass template" into any search engine, a Media Pass (or Press Pass) is an inexpensive, low-bulk item that can -- note the use of the word "can" -- get you out of medium- to large-scale "social unrest situations".

This little darling has been used as far back as the 1970s to smooth the way through more than one coup d'etat.

Your template needs to have the following:

1)  MEDIA and/or PRESS in big block letters;
2)  About a quarter of the surface in a contrasting, eye-buzzing "LOOK AT ME" colour;
3)  Your picture; and
4)  The word "FREELANCE".

We use the "Media" and/or "Press" for obvious reasons; the contrasting colour, less so.

In the situations where we will need this -- demonstrations, random mobs, demonstrations disguised as random mobs, etc., the emotions of the people you will be encountering will be running a skoshy bit on the high-side.  Adrenaline, endorphins, teenage hormones, all will be rampaging about, and will be having various effects upon the visual acuity of the participants.

When the pimply-faced, patchouli-reeking, little antifa hippie has tunnel-vision from the excitement, the bright colour will help to draw his eye to the pass -- where he will be able to actually read the word "Press" or "Media".

Your picture is there to give the pass the appearance of propriety.

No matter how tempting, don't put the name of a big Media Corporation on your Press Pass.  If there are representatives from a big corporation there, you can get snitched out in a hurry; big media corporations can get (civilly) irritated with you pretending to represent "their good name" (har, har, har); and last, but probably most importantly -- some demonstrators in these Current Unpleasant Times consider Big Media Corporations to be part of the [Insert Catchy Noun Here] That They're Fighting Against, thus drawing unwanted attention.  Use "Freelance" instead.

The utilisation is quite simple.

You find yourself staggering out of a watering hole, having enjoyed a fine evening of companionship to the point that you missed the warning signs of an imminent Mass Social Disruption, and you find that not only have the protesters spun themselves up into a Righteous Passion, but the local gardai have put up barriers and blockades to the point that climbing into your pickup and taking the crunchy way out is contra-indicated.

Reach into your glove box, grab your Media Pass, a notebook, and a writing instrument; stare purposefully at the crowd/mob/ demonstration/ riot, and move along the periphery of the crowd/ mob/ demonstration/ riot, pretending to take notes, and waving your Media Pass at anyone who takes notice of you.

As soon as you get to a point where you can duck, disengage, and Beat Feet Away From The Stupid, do so.  If there's a barricade in front of your Newest Favourite Alley, waving your Media Pass at the cops manning said barricade will frequently get you past it.

Now, remember two things:  1)  Don't put your name on your Media Pass.  There's a good chance it will fall off -- or get ripped off -- and now the demonstrators and/or local police have a record of your presence at the riot.  That's a good way to invite a sub poena.

2)  I said to grab a notebook and a writing instrument for a good reason.  Several folks will opine that you should be waving your cell-phone about to properly blend in with freelance media.  Don't do this.  If you lose your cell-phone, there's too much personal data on there for comfort.  Also, taking pictures of folks out for some freelance socialism gets their attention -- which is exactly what we don't want.

Pretend that you are Carl Kolchak.  Scribble furiously, and cut and run at the first opportunity.

Thus endeth today's lesson.