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Saturday, June 6, 2020

76 Years Ago Today




My Granddaddy, who was just 29 days shy of his 31st birthday, was a participant at Omaha beach along with thousands of other Americans, Canadians, and British soldiers, sailors, and airmen. Thousands of other fighting men landed in gliders or descended by parachute in the "Greatest Invasion Force" the world had ever seen. Lest we  forget and some ANTIFA pukes tear down their monuments so future generations will never know what hardships and deprivations these men endured.

D-Day | 100 Photographs | The Most Influential Images of All Time

                                                                                    







Is There A Lexicographer, maybe with a Masters AND a PhD, In The House?



  If so, please help explain to us knuckledragging laymen how the word "protests" can be anti-viral?

We'll wait.....


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Please feel free to offer your best satirical explanations , that are appropriate to post. (I will be moderating so I don't get my blog deleted, even though you know and I know what we are all thinking)

 I'll post the one's that make us laugh. Oh, ya and you'll get a donut or two.

















The Best Alarm Clock...





















Friday, June 5, 2020

Straining The Limits Of Machine And Man.... Friday Femme Fatale..




 A note:

Every picture in the FFF posts is "mouse over, right click, save image as" picked from various sources on the webz.

 During the down time that I get to surf,  I will save the images that catch my eye and add them to the FFF folder for that week. Then , I will spend time to collate, add text, edit, crop and/or join funny ones together for a meme. For those of you that stop by each week, thank you for enjoying. 

And now,

 Without further ado:












Alrighty then... Let's grab a beverage, twist the throttle, throw caution to the wind, and jump right in!












Player "1" has entered the game..........










So, Jeffery Raises The Bar For FFF.....


Let's see what I can do....







A little "warm up" for what I figure Irish is working on this evening











Snacks For The Trip...


















Undercover Journalists Infiltrates ANTIFA (short video that give a glimpse into the basic workings of the anarchists group)




These mad dogs that are poisoning our nation need hunted down, tortured until they reveal their overlords,                                                                       and then strung up like all good traitors should be.



I know what Henry Bowman would do. I first heard about this while listening to Hannity yesterday. I saw this particular video over at 90 Miles From Tyranny





IOTWReport is having server issues...UPDATE BACK UP



  The site is down and BIGFURHAT is working on the situation.

Just an FYI


Irish

Back In The Day...



How many pages of regulations would they be breaking today?














Kenny and Miss Lisa Suffer A Sudden Loss..


Phil posted this and I can't say it any better.


His wife Miss Lisa’s son died unexpectedly and they are in mourning.

I am going back over there and hit the tip jar to help with expenses.
Please join me if you can, Kenny and Miss Lisa are salt of the earth good people and Kenny has helped out more people than I can count in the past who were in need.
Time to take care of our own.


They are in my thoughts.

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Thursday, June 4, 2020

Kinda Funny, ain't It?




















Problem Solved...

















Holy Fuck.. This Is New York City...















Reach Out and Touch Someone....


  Sent in by a local lurker to TFI...



























Guest Post By Nemo...



After the nuking of Knuckledraggin and more recently WRSA, I thought I'd at least look into who owns Wurdpress and a little bit of what they're about.

The company, Automatic, who owns Wurdpress, among other software firms, has apparently had a change of corporate policy, while leaving their mission statement unchanged. To wit:
 

 


Note the second paragraph, in particular the first word of the last line. I'd guess politics should be stricken from their corporate statement as well as the other highlighted portions of the text.

What I’ve been wondering for a long time is why a bunch of the Freedom blog owners don’t get together with a couple of Freedom loving software guys and write your own blogging platform or do as the “The Woodpile Report” and this guy pushingrubberdownhill . com has done, I.E. private server owned by the blog owner with blogging software home grown or nearly so. There are other people out there that have apparently done the same thing. Then the only “gate” is the cable to the webosphere.

I confess that I know little about what I’m talking about here technically, but I don’t think it can be that difficult. Sure, WurdPress and Blogger make it easy and inexpensive to set up a visually pleasing, easy to maintain site, however I think that one or two software guys sympathetic the cause of Freedom should be able to design something usable in a short amount of time.

I also assume that, given the personalities displayed in some of the blogs, by some of the blog owners, compromise over some design or appearance aspects may be difficult, but that’s life. Start plain and simple and build from there. Make it scalable and backwards compatible. It’s a lot more difficult to nuke blog owner servers and software than it is to nuke a site hosted on a platform controlled by some large left wing multi-national company who disagrees with the blog’s message despite their lip service in their published corporate policy.

As with other methods of fighting the battle of Freedom and holding companies accountable, hit'em in the pocketbook. I've got several hundred bookmarks to Freedom blogs in my browser. All of those sites have a blog roll so finding a whole lot of Freedom sites shouldn't be that difficult. I must admit that out of all of those sites there's maybe a dozen or so I visit on any kind of a regular basis and fewer still that I comment on. However if there's that many bookmarks in my browser and a good potion of them, especially the high traffic ones, started using the same independent blogging platforms, someone would notice.

I also think that some blog owners use the advertising revenue from the ads displayed on their sites to help defray the cost of running the blog. Some few even use it as a semi-main income stream. However, from what I've been able to find out, most of the ads on most of the sites are NOT controlled by the blog owners. I'm illustrating here the ad ons that are contained in the adds, like click counters, software that hoovers up the site visitors browser data and other nefarious software. The ads are controlled by the platform hosting service, which begs the question, who really owns the site.

Given the No Notice nuking displayed by Wurdpress recently, I don’t know if this is possible, but every blog owner should have a backup plan, if they don’t have one already, for all of the articles and other features of their site now hosted by Blogger or WurdPress. This nuking of Freedom sites is just starting to get get rolling. Knuckledraggin’, WRSA, who’s next?

Nemo

The 2020 Zone...




































I Laughed....

























Patiently Waiting....





















Wednesday, June 3, 2020

It is strange how the "double standard" works

It was three years ago. She was an Australian woman named Justine Diamond who had called the police. She was shot through door of the police car by Somalian-American named Mohammed Noor. There wasn't any body camera footage, etc. To read one of he many stories about this controversial killing click HERE.



I saw this over at https://gab.com/WRSA

A Short...




  She sat in the darkened business with her Mossberg on her lap. She thought, it's probably "more" illegal for some god forsaken reason in this state than was the rioting, looting and burning buildings. As a matter of fact, she pondered, so were large gatherings in the current climate of hysteria. This made her smile at the insanity.

  Her family had put in countless hours to build a successful business in this suburban town. The year before they purchased the building and had done renovations. Over the years, the town had gotten more and more liberal and even though it was considered well-to-do she looked forward to selling and retiring since all the "Karen's" and beta males made her sick to her stomach. She just took their money and smiled. It was quiet other than the multiple state police cruisers riding around town and passing outside her window. She closed her eyes.

 Just over twenty four hours ago a friend had sent her a PM in facebook about BLM staging a protest down the street at the local large plaza. At first it was a hundred people or so but as the day worn on the post garnered hundreds of likes comments and support. She even recognized customers, that lived in this lily white enclave, showing unfettered, slobbering support and their own self hatred of their whiteness. It was almost as if they were trying to out do each other. Yuck. What concerned her even more though, were the amount of comments from people in the sanctuary city just to the North. Drugs and violence are always in the news that covers that old mill town. They were the ones she was concerned about. There were also comments of busing protesters in from out of town.

 As the facebook post grew, so did her fears. The national news wasn't looking so good in areas where the protests had taken place. Violence, looting, burning. Law enforcement standing down.

She drifted off  in thought and her mind ran wild with questions. What kind of message do they think people will get by these types of actions? What is going to be the result of this? Where is the rule of law? What would our ancestors say given the fact that the shot heard round the world was right here in this state!? Do masks really work? What if my make up runs? What happened to the murder hornets? She laughed out loud.

Sounds grew in the distance. Some shouting and the sounds of breaking glass. A cruiser sped past. She noted that it didn't have the lights of siren on. Her phone beeped. "THEY ARE HEADED DOWN THE STREET" Adrenalin surged.

An orange glow lit up the buildings across the street as the glass broke and shadows crossed in front of the door. A figure in black started smashing the entrance to her store she had worked so hard to build. She raised the Mossberg realizing she had never fired it. Her friend in the granite state had given it to her under duress. She was hard to say no to. When she got the shot gun home, she ground off the serial number. This was on her.

As the door gave way and the figures entered she smiled and pulled the trigger, racked and pulled it
 again. Screaming sounds, her ears ringing, smoke in the air. Seconds and minutes turned to hours.
Blue lights lit up the inside of the store. 

Many of the agitators had run off at the sound of the shotgun. None expected resistance. The state police cleared the remaining crowd aside and entered over the bodies. A few questions were asked and suddenly she was in handcuffs. She stood tall, didn't cry, the make up thing you know.

As she sat in the back of the cruiser she knew her old life had ended. Given the fact that the victims are always treated worse than the criminals in the once great state she was in.

They would throw the book at her and make an example.

 The media would eviscerate her life.

She and her family wouldn't be safe in this state. She didn't care. It had long since been home.

Time passed and what she thought would happen did. She was going to made an example of.

What she hadn't planned on was the up swelling of support from across the country. A fund was started for her legal defense. A very well known lawyer who was once a staunch democrat took her case. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were raised for her.

By a stroke of luck the prosecutor was arrested on child porn charges and had to be removed.

The media lost interest as time wore on. They had other agendas to push.

She pled temporary insanity and used the system against itself.

The jury took forever to chose but her lawyer could tell which ones would be her peers.

Somewhere out west, her and her family just paid for the building they were renting for their store.












 



Sunday, May 31, 2020

Food For Thought


The visible protesters in the recent civil unrest are for the most part black whether they are  paid actors or not. Of course there are the anitfa pukes, basement dwellers, bull dykes, curiosity seekers, etc. This small number of minorities have managed to paralyze many of the nations largest cities inflicting massive collateral and psychological damage. Black folks make up less than thirteen percent of the population. Only a small percentage of those are raising hell today.  White folks represent approximately seventy percent of this country's population. Over half of those are gun owners. If a small minority can wreak this type of havoc upon this country unchecked, imagine what a small fraction of white people can do when they finally get fed up with this Mickey Mouse bullshit. A lot of what Pastor Manning said during Barrack Hussein Osama's administration a few years ago is still true today.  I am about to the point that I "ain't going to take no more". God Bless you Pastor Manning. 



Lately, More Often Than Not, It Seems Like This Is The Hand Being Dealt...









  However you choose to enjoy your day, always remember, there are 10's of thousands of people who go to work and pay taxes and follow the laws and pay their bills and don't trust the media. The silent majority.

Those that pick themselves up each time they are knocked down.

 Those that have to wash their hands after putting in a full work day.

 Those that don't rely on anyone but themselves and those close to them.

 Those that don't take handouts or demand they are "owed" something.

They are watching everything silently from the sidelines.

They know what is going on.

They feel the Cold Anger*.

* "I am not an angry person. In fact, thankfully, I am more content in my life than I’ve ever been. Yet, I am plagued with feelings unfamiliar to me, rage and frustration simmer below the surface now. I don’t want to despise other Americans. Period. It may be too late."-Mary 


 They are patiently optimistic that "this too shall pass" and a form of normalcy will return and not the #newnormal newspeak of late.

Even though time and again the water has slowly warmed around the frog they continue on because life as it is doesn't compare to what it may be when cold goes hot.

 The "one's" that are promoting the current events won't want to see what happens when those folks decide they have nothing to lose and choose to enter the game.



Now on to more important things:




















Time for a break


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