HIALEAH, FLA. (WSVN) – It’s back to school for Miami-Dade County and officials have stepped up security, putting an emphasis on the safety of hundreds of thousands of students.
Every Miami-Dade school will be opening their doors Monday with an armed School Resource Officer or SRO.
“We are committed to provide more than 100 Miami-Dade Police Department officers,” said Miami-Dade County Mayor Carlos Gimenez.

SRO to be present at every Miami-Dade County school as new year kicks off.

The School Board is bitching about money and how they had to scramble to get some more. And still, it seems that most of the schools will only be able to have just one School Resource Officer. If there was a cheaper way to add firepower in school, right? (end sarcasm)

And of course, the article so much as admits that before this year, there were schools without SROs. But we also knew that already, pretty much since Sandy Hook.

All in all, let’s hope that this helps future school shooters rethink and choose eating the gun rather than killing others.

How come if an AR-15 is owned by a police department, it is only a ‘semiautomatic rifle’ but the same rifle in civilian hands is an “assault weapon”?

This is not the first time I have seen this distinction made. But somehow when we call them liars and Fake News they act if we are some sort of Nazis about to put them in front of the firing squad.

Go over Lagniappe’s Lair and face the horror.

I cannot bring myself to post the pictures here.

Ugly Male Cheerleader.

It will sound politically incorrect and I may be branded as hateful, but he looks like the male meth Ho’s I saw in Miami Beach offering blowjobs for $10 or the equivalent in Publix coupons.

Listen, you want to add male cheerleaders? Fine, but get eye candy for the Female and Gay audience. This says “We wanted to SJW but he was the only who applied, so there.”

And also, this proves that there is a bias against Colin Kaepernick, another NFL job that he did not get.

Just found out that Kevin from The Smallest Minority is having serious health issues.

Please direct your generosity to his GoFundMe page. This is from his daughter Jessica.

A little about my fabulous father. This is a man who took me under his wing when I was 15 years old. I was a troubled teen and he still provided the best care and attention that any teen could ask for. He taught me how to enjoy cars, how to drive, how to change a tire, how to check my tire pressure and gun safety/shooting. A lot of survival skills that many aren’t blessed to be taught. All have had a huge impact on my life.

Fast forward to more current times. His health in the past few months started to decline rapidly. He had previously been diagnosed with porphyria. They then found Cirrhosis of the liver (hereditary). Later they found a bleeding ulcer in which he became very anemic. His liver condition is progressing at a high rate of speed to the point that he has now become very confused and cannot even use the technology that he needs in order to perform his work. He has exhausted his paid time off due to this. He keeps saying that he doesn’t need help but he is a very stubborn individual who doesn’t like burdening others with his problems and is too proud to ask for help. So here I am.

I just saw this over 90 Miles:

Are we still doing this stuff in school?  I remember back in the prehistorical ages when I was a kid in elementary school and we go typed. It was a nice thing watching the little kit come up with the answer and we were issued a card by the Red Cross rep. For the rest of the school year, we were supposed to carry our card, tell on demand our blood type and show the card to confirm. The result was that we had the type ingrained to the point it has been an automatic  response ever since.

The optional thing was learning who you can donate to and who could donate to you. Mine being O Positive was simple: I can give to everybody except the Negatives and I can get only from O Pos and O Neg.

One of the things I thought when I got to my majority was to get a tattoo with my blood type in my arm, only to find out that the fuckers of the Wafffen-SS had done it and that kinda soured the idea. That and the fact that I do not like being stung by a needle several hundred times a minute put the whole idea in the waste basket.

One of the most underrated romantic songs from my youth.