Antifa/Left attacks NBC affiliate cameraman. Silence ensues everywhere.

Our @CBS6 photojournalist assaulted in the head while shooting protests in Richmond. In the hospital getting stitches. Stop the VIOLENCE! pic.twitter.com/xGEWu0SWr4

— Laura French (@lfrenchnews) August 14, 2017

And still they will not realize they are sacrificial pawns if the conditions are right.

It has been ugly and I project it will get uglier. So for a change, I wanted something opposite to grace this blog.

If you have seen The Neverending Story, you have not been able to forget one the most beautiful faces in movie history: The Childlike Empress.

The movie overall is OK, but this scene still kills me and it is about the only memorable part of the flick.

Meet Tami Stronach.

She is a dancer and runs her own dancing troupe. And as you can see, her eyes are still as beautiful as ever…and the rest of her ain’t half bad.

As I said at the beginning, we needed some pretty. Just sit and enjoy.

I admit a bit of gallows’ chuckle on this one.

Hey, the Gun Control fanatics keep accusing Gun Manufacturers of convincing people to go kill innocents with their advertising. Let’s see if somebody does the same to Dodge.

UPDATE:

It seems that the Dodge Outrage party had already started.

Although an immense majority of people in my circle and reading the blog agreed with this capture, there might be a couple that are not very agreeable with the message:

There was a reply to my answer and I passed along some my thoughts:

There is also a big component of Family/Personal history which leads me to feel the way I do about both set of idiots.

My mom and dad  were born four and five years before the Spanish Civil War. Dad has passed away and mom is still puttering around the house. Both endured the misery of living in a country at war with itself because fascist and communists thought they were the best option and justified the shit they pulled on people. The fascists won and my folks lived in the abject poverty of a ravaged country under an asshole dictator. My Grand Uncle and Grand Aunt had done the unthinkable at that time: They eloped and with the little money they had, bought passage to Cuba  and with a lot of effort opened a bodega which evolved into a supermarket and a fine meats butcher shop which even made deliveries! Well you can imagined what happened to their hard work and properties after  bunch of bearded assholes took over the island in 1959. A year and a half later, the Communists had appropriated the effort of  30 years but were kind enough to let them work for peanuts.

By then my folks had moved to Venezuela, escaping an Europe incapable of sustaining its decimated population. And even though they landed in a country under the power of a fascist, something wonderful happened in 1958 and the country became a democracy after deposing the fascist asshole.

So when I was born, I was the citizen of a free country (pretty free for Latin American standards) and my Grand Uncle and Grand Aunt and their children (adults by then) escaped Cuba… well one almost didn’t since he had the balls to be a part of the Bay of Pigs invasion. He got caught was sent to prison, tortured and was scheduled to be executed, but bribes were paid by my Gran Uncle who obtained his release under the condition he left Cuba forever. He had lost almost half his regular weight and all the hair on his head in less than a year; it never grew back. Many times I asked him point-blank what happened to him in prison. For some reason I was the only one he would not lash out for asking, but his answer was always the same: “Carajito , es mejor que no sepas” (Young one, you are better off not knowing.) He took what happened to him to his grave.

They settled in Puerto Rico, opened a smaller version of their butcher shop (With delivery! They were very proud of that) and lived a comfortable life till their deaths. Although they fared better than many of their friends and countrymen, there was always a sadness about Cuba. It was their sweat and blood that was stolen.  And even the Fascist didn’t fuck with that too much.

So, by the 1960s, my family had experienced the “joys” of both sets of Authoritarianism. I was drilled hard about the evils of both since I could build a coherent sentence, but you are a little kid and although you respected your elders, well, the tales got boring.

In the early 1970s it is decided that I should travel to Spain to visit the kin I did not know. It was to be my first plane trip (in a DC-10, 8 hours) with my mom and my Grand Uncle and Grand Aunt and her kids. I met my Grandparents who owned a little farm and some land that mostly grew rocks and again, being a kid, I had fun screwing around in the hills of Galicia.

We drove back to Madrid and my Grand Uncle insisted that we needed to get some culture, so we did the touristy thing. We visited The Escorial palace, some famous squares and churches and one of the last things we visited was the still under construction  Valle de los Caidos (The Valley of the Fallen). According to Wikipedia:

” the monument was meant to be a “national act of atonement” and reconciliation. The Valley of the Fallen, as a surviving monument of Franco’s rule, and its Catholic basilica remain controversial, in part since 10% of the construction workforce consisted of convicts, some of whom were Spanish Republican political prisoners.”

And that is what the 11-year-old me saw through loaned binoculars: Chained prisoners breaking granite with pickaxes in the Spanish summer. That ruined my trip to Spain to the amount I did not care to return for another 10 years and only because my mother begged me so she would not go alone to visit her kin.

In my late teens, I met a survivor of a Venezuelan fascist concentration camp that existed till 2 years before I was born (Imagine Devil’s Island for political prisoners). I saw the scars of the shit they pulled on him and he had difficulty walking because he was forced to spend days standing on the edge of a tire rim which deformed the bones inside his feet.

Basically, by the time I went to college in Venezuela, I was a radicalized asshole that could not stomach Fascism or Communism. The trend still continues to this day specially when everything we built and worked for in Venezuela is now communist detritus.

So some Young KKK/Nazi asshole is never gonna see daylight again because ran over a bunch Communists Assholes? That is the universe balancing out Karma among members the Asshole Universe.

It is a beautiful thing to watch. Pass the pop corn.

This happened today on the way to the grocery store:

Her: “Have you seen the news about what’s happened in Charlottesville?”

Me: “A little, why?”

Her: “What do you know?”

Me: “Some Nazis and KKK have fought it out with some Antifa Communists.  It’s the Eastern Front in WWII all over again.”

Her: “That doesn’t bother you?”

Me: “When Nazis and Commmies try and kill each other, I really don’t give a shit.  May they all die choking each other to death.”

*Shows wife Miguel’s post with similar sentiment on phone.”

Her: “The only thing they have in common is that that are both anti-Semitic.  Nobody seems to care about that.”

*Shows me Facebook group about it.*

Me: “Yeah, like I said, Nazis and Commies.  You think I’m surprised they are  a bunch of anti-Semites?”

Her: “But these are real Nazis.  They shouldn’t exist like this.”

Me: “Welcome to the side effect of freedom.  Some people will choose to be horrible assholes.  They have the First Amendment right to do so.”

Her: “That doesn’t bother you?”

Me: “Well, they spent today parading their Jew hate.  I spent today practicing shooting people in the fucking face. ”

*Pats fanny pack containing Para Warthog and 38 rounds of 45 +P.”

Me: “Hooray freedom.”

Funny sad in a way. Moms Demand and its parent organization clutch pearls in the hope somebody got shot.

And then, this happens.

It is like there is some sort of cosmic conspiracy trying to tell them that cars kill more people than them Evil Semi Automatic Machine Ghost guns  with Assault Clips. Hell, statistically they are not even a blip in the pie chart.

Let me help them with their new campaign banner: