As I reflect upon the 13th anniversary of the first major attack on CONUS soil by a foreign entity since the War of 1812 (I don’t include Japanese fire balloons during World War II as “major”), I affirm that the three words that formed my first thought upon learning that the World Trade Center was actually attacked still frame my idea of what should shape the American Republic’s policy toward both those who would directly attack our Republic and those who would finance or support attacks upon our Republic:
Oderint dum metuant.
Understanding the efficacy of this principle was one of the sanest thoughts of the often-reviled Roman emperor Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus (a.k.a. “Caligula”).
22 February 1984 was the last morning I ever woke up as a civilian. By the end of that day, I was legally a US Army Soldier, albeit one entirely lacking in the training required to refine my civilian ore into Soldier metal. I still take pride in the fact that, since I entered service at the lofty pay grade of E2 (due to college credits), I was appointed by the St. Louis MEPS cadre to be in charge of my fellow recruits as we rode a bus from the St. Louis MEPS to Fort Leonard Wood.
Q: How is a quarterback who trips himself while dropping back in the pocket like the suspect in this shooting?
A: In both cases, a self-inflicted “sack” is involved.
So, during lunch today, I began to wonder:
If the folks who make Lunchables added a product line that included probiotic supplements, would they call that product line “Lunchabacillus”?
Over at Larry Correia’s blog, Larry mentioned in passing that some collectivist had called him a “cismale gendernormative fascist,” which translates as follows:
“Cismale means a male that was born male and self identifies a (sic) male, as in most normal guys. And gendernormative means that you believe in the traditional genders of men and women as opposed to all the weird bullshit they’ve made up lately.”
As anyone who has studied chemistry can readily deduce, the term “cismale” is derived from cis-trans isomerism, as the opposite of “trans”-[fill-in-the-blank-gender-identity-not-related-to-whatever-sex-someone-is-born].
(Of course, to the collectivists, “fascist” simply means “you disagree with me, so you clearly believe in killing those who disagree with you, which is why I believe that you should be killed for disagreeing with me. Because I’m not a fascist like you.”)
Having read that, I couldn’t help but think that, if Cisco Kid drinks whiskey, then Transco Kid drinks hot chocolate, while wearing child-style pajamas and talking about the glories of Obamacare….
Earlier today, Prof Reynolds linked to a Politico post with the title “Daniel Werfel slammed for ‘incomplete’ report.” As someone who resided within the New Orleans Saints market area in the late 1990s, I would expect that a bureaucrat with a name that closely matches that a certain unlamented Saints quarterback would produce an effort that can accurately be described as “incomplete.”
I went shooting today with a couple of my coworkers. While my shoulder’s still sore (some seven hours later) from firing two rounds from a 10-gauge shotgun, it’s a good kind of sore. We fired my new .500 S&W Magnum NEF Handi-Rifle, which surprised us all with a light recoil. As usual, Belladonna was the belle of the ball, as several folks danced with her for their first time. Meanwhile, I had a chance to test-fire HTP’s 124-grain 9mm JHP ammo from both Belladonna and my Ruger SR9c, both of which had no problems with this ammo.
To sum up, it was a Sunday morning well spent.