Tuesday, November 25, 2014


As I stated somewhere else, Ferguson is:

"A bunch of jackasses running around reinforcing the negative stereotypes that they claim were the basis for the initial shooting."


I fail to see how anyone can honestly state that it is "justice" to go to the business of someone who isn't even remotely connected to the outrage you've got your Hanes into a half-hitch over, steal all of their stuff, and burn the business to the ground. Worse, how does it serve "justice" to burn your own city?

I can understand the critters doing the theft, vandalism and arson. They're brigands, dacoits, hooligans. They may claim that they're rioting for "justice", but deep inside they know that they're having a good time and stealing stuff. That's what critters do.

The people I don't understand are the ones excusing the behaviour. Whatever happened to the old saw about two wrongs not making a right?

More to the point, I think that the other old saying abouts actions having consequences should be followed closely in Ferguson, Missouri.

If you are a business owner, and a rampaging mob of Social Justice Warriors has looted and burned your place of business -- call your insurance company, take the cheque they're going to write, and use it to get the hell out of Ferguson, Missouri. 

 Take your vulnerable hide and your tax revenue somewhere that the local community doesn't think that it's perfectly okay for a bunch of thugs to burn you out because they've got a beef with the po-po.

"But, LawDog," I hear you say, "That'll just punish the innocent community of Ferguson, most of whom aren't rioting!"

Horsefeathers. The Ferguson community has had months to get their feral males under control before the verdict of the Grand Jury was released. The Ferguson community has had months to tell outside agitators, "Listen, you're stirring up the thug element. Stop it or get out."

People don't engage in this much destruction in their own community without the perception that it will be -- at the very least -- tolerated by that community.

So. Sod 'em. Take your toys, take your tax base, take your services and go somewhere that they'll not be the centrepiece of a barbeque that erupts the next time someone gets a case of the red arse.


Friday, November 07, 2014


Jennifer and Evyl Robot have come to Rancho LawDog for a visit, and --as is required -- we have made the rounds of pawn shops, yard sales and thrift stores.


Anyhoo, we're at a newer pawn shop in Nearby Larger City, and I discover a fully-functional bang-stick of the crew-served variety. And it's for sale. This is something that us gunny-type must be made aware of.

I'm about to call Herself, Evyl Robot and Jennifer over, but I notice something.

Jennifer has been examining a musical instrument, with her back to the proprietor.

Now, Jenn has the area awareness that anyone carrying a gun ought to cultivate. She is fit, has her hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail and is wearing jeans. The owner of the pawn store is discretely checking out the view ...

... and suddenly notices that the pistol Jenn is wearing behind her hip is printing big-time.

His eyes get real big, and he starts unobtrusively -- he thinks -- trying to get the attention of his partner. Partner finally looks towards the owner, and owner points at Jennifer, splays out the fingers of his right hand, then makes a fist and points at Jenn again.

Compadre blinks at him, then gives a small shrug.

Proprietor points a little more firmly at Jenn, splays out the fingers, mouths "Five", makes a fist together with an "O" mouth movement; then points most firmly at Jennifer.

It is a wonderful moment when I see things click with buddy, and the colour drains out of his face and pools somewhere around his ankles. I'll take money that in the deepest, darkest recesses of his mind he is offering God anything He wants, as long as Jennifer doesn't start looking too closely at certain items around the store.

Over at the counter, proprietor seems to have something jammed in his throat, that multiple swallows doesn't seem to be dislodging.  And I think that I may have seen an actual case of "flop-sweat".

Not only did I manage the hide the grin, but I didn't call out to Jennifer and suggest she take a look at the car stereo rack.

I think I deserve some sort of award for that.

Outside of the store, I explained to Jennifer that she had been mistaken for a cop, which led to giggling amongst all involved.



Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Election Day

Well, the POTUS is on the TeeVee, jamming his -- no doubt very expensive -- shoe into his piehole ... again.

I swear, the urge to giggle insanely every-time someone gushes about what a wonderful speaker the current POTUS is is getting nigh-impossible to contain.

The gaffe du jour is from the above-linked video:

"Sometimes, someone, usually mom, leaves the workplace to stay home with the kids, which then leaves her earning a lower wage for the rest of her life as a result. And that’s not a choice we want Americans to make."

*blink, blink*

There are a not-inconsiderable number of moms who want to do exactly this. And why do you think you get a "want" in a mother's choice?

I swear, these days damned near ever single idiot at the government level is all for people having choices -- as long as those choices are picked from a very narrow, pre-approved list.

"What sort of career do you want?"

"I'd like to be a home-maker."

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! That's not on the Approved List of Careers!"

"What would you like to play at recess?"

"I wanna play cops-n-robbers! Wiv finger guns!"

"Oh. Why don't you take these pills and go speak to the nice psychologist."

"When should we schedule you for Gender Studies?"

"I'm an engineering major. Gender Studies has nothing to do with my field of study."

"It's mandatory to graduate."

"I'm getting married!"

"That's wonderful, George. Who's the lucky lady?"


"You can't do that!"

It's not the place of Government to decide who can marry whom. It's not the place of Government to order someone to bake a cake for someone else. It's not the place of Government to frown upon someones choice in career.


And they need to stop sodding doing it. Or, failing that, we need to start electing people to Government who will keep their beaks out of people's private lives, damn it!


Today's rant brought to you by Election Day.


Saturday, November 01, 2014

The Hickenlooper Blues

I wonder if Governor Hickenlooper of Colorado is having a terminal case of Buyer's Remorse?

It seems to me -- if I recall correctly -- that not too very long ago, then-Mayor John Hickenlooper (Denver, Bugnuts) was one of the Rising Stars in the Democratic party.

Apparently just after exchanging the Denver mayor's throne chair for the one in the Governor's mansion, Wee John started listening to those Bloombergian whispers in his ear ... and things just kind of went headlong down the khazi shortly thereafter.

Sidenote: I'm thinking that in certain circles the word "Bloomberg" is just as poisonous to Democratic campaigns right now a that of "Obama".

Ah, well.

While Hickenlooper may have given Colorado an odious set of gun control laws, and run a whole bunch of tax revenue out of State (Texas says, "Thanks for MagPul, Hicky!"), at least he is responsible for a catchy tune.