Month: January 2022

Time to bring back the Pinkertons

This is Los Angeles:

Railroads in the US have their own police as per federal law.

Because the railways cross through so many jurisdictions, having local police do it was impossible and this predated the FBI.

In fact, the first railroad police department was commissioned at the request of Abraham Lincoln.

The jurisdiction of these police agencies are the railways, right of ways, track, and rolling stock.

They are obligated to turn criminals over to the local police for detainment and the local prosecutors for prosecution.

When that side of it breaks down, crime on the railways, like crime everywhere goes up.

This is particularly egregious because the railways are part of our interstate transportation infrastructure and critical to our supply chain.  But you don’t see Secretary Pete working to stop our railways from being looted.

It’s time to bring back the Pinkerton and just have railroad bulls beat train robbers with axe handles to within an inch of their lives.

 

We should drop all the bombs

Apparently one of the long term effects of COVID in children is diabetes.

Since it’s irrefutable that COVID came from the the Wuhan Lab and Fauci and the NIH were involved in funding gain of function research there, I believe that we should drop, and continue to drop, thermonuclear weapons onto China until every last strand of DNA in every last living organism in that country, down to the bacteria in the soil, has be shattered by ionizing radiation.

Then we drop Fauci, the staff of the NIH and CDC, and everyone involved in the gain of function research out of the back of a C-130 at 15,000 feet over the radioactive wasteland formerly known as China.

For the children.

“Okay. So, do you think civilians should be allowed to own guns?”

I lifted this from Facebook. I believe it should be a nice eye-opener for some.


A couple years ago I was working security at a bar in northern Virginia. I overheard a table of college kids arguing about gun rights and gun control and it was getting far too emotional so I did what any sane combat veteran would do and attempted to exfiltrate. I must not have withdrawn as surreptitiously as I intended, because I was stopped in my tracks when a 5-foot-nothing brunette seemingly leapt in front of me and blurted out “excuse me, can you help us?”
I’m sure I must have looked irritated as I cycled through the possible quips and excuses I considered available to me but being uncertain that she wasn’t some Senator’s daughter, I caved: “What’s up?”
She basically leads me to this table of 2 other females (probably both named Karen) and a very soft looking male.
Becky: “So, we were just talking about current events and, you know. So, you look like you’re probably in the military, right? Like the Army?”
(When you accuse someone of being in the military you probably don’t need to give an example)
Me: “Similar.. yea”
Becky: “Right. Okay. So, do you think civilians should be allowed to own guns?”
Me: “Most of us. Yes.”
Becky: (clearly not happy with my answer) “Okay, so, why do you think you need a gun?”
(At this point it’s almost 2am and I’ve just given up on patience. Hold my beer)
(With intentionally overt condescension): “Oh, honey, I don’t. I don’t need a gun.”
Becky stares at me blankly, so I continue, but with a more serious tone:
“I could follow you home, walk up your driveway, and beat you to death with the daily newspaper.
I could choke you to death with that purse.
I could take a credit card, break it in half, and cut your throat open with it.
With enough time and effort I could beat your boyfriend here with a rolled up pair of socks.
I could probably dream up six dozen other ways I could easily end your life if you gave me an hour or so.
If I wanted to, I could wrap my hand around that beer mug and kill all four of you before you could make it to the exit. The worst part is, in your utopian little fantasyland, there ain’t a thing any of you could do about it.
I don’t need a gun.
You need a gun.
You need a gun because of men like me.”
Call me a jerk, but if you want to keep your guns, these are the conversations we all need to start having.

Maybe one in one hundred will understand and act accordingly after a conversation like that. I still submit that till people really live and understand what true violence is, they will believe that kind words and the singing chorus of “Let it Be.” will be enough to cure Humanity from being human.

Hat Tip Greg T