Es esperable que la salida de Kennedy, de 81 años, abra una fuerte partidario entre liberales y conservadores sobre el futuro del máximo tribunal.
Kennedy ha sido durante mucho tiempo y en muchas ocasiones el voto decisivo en casos estrechamente divididos. El récord de votos de Kennedy es de moderado a conservador
It is expected that the departure of Kennedy, 81, open a strong supporter between liberals and conservatives on the future of the highest court.
Kennedy has been for a long time and on many occasions the decisive vote in narrowly divided cases. Kennedy’s record of votes is moderate to conservative
Sorry, wrong Kennedy.
By now you probably heard about the executive order. This is pretty much what is all over the Spanish media, so I will start you out with this editorial:
En un psicodrama desplegado a escala gigante en la frontera de Estados Unidos con México, el gobierno del presidente Donald Trump está separando a los niños inmigrantes de sus padres y los mantiene bajo custodia. Los funcionarios lo explican como una política de “cero tolerancia” contra quienes llegan al país ilegalmente. Para mí, como biógrafo de Trump, se trata de una recreación del propio trauma infantil del mandatario y una prueba anecdótica de que una actitud abusiva hacia los niños puede pasar de una generación a otra. […]
En lugar de recibir el cuidado que merecen los extraños necesitados, las familias de inmigrantes están soportando el tipo de trato que reduce la capacidad de Estados Unidos por abogar a favor de los derechos humanos en todo el mundo. ¿Cómo un país que maltrata así a niños va a oponerse con credibilidad a los abusos de derechos humanos perpetrados por otros regímenes en el exterior? Evidentemente, debilita la credibilidad de EE.UU. en cualquier protesta contra las acciones autoritarias en Corea del Norte o Filipinas o Venezuela, por nombrar solo tres lugares donde Estados Unidos debe alzar la voz en defensa de los derechos humanos.
Dentro del país, la medida de Trump ignora tontamente el hecho de que la crueldad puede enfurecer y radicalizar a las víctimas y los espectadores e inspirarlos a defenderse (Los terroristas y criminales nacen de este tipo de trato). También genera un trauma moral a los ciudadanos estadounidenses que quieren creer que su nación representa algo mejor. ¿Cómo se supone que debemos mantener en nuestros corazones tanto la Estatua de la Libertad como las fotos de los niños encarcelados?
In a psychodrama deployed on a giant scale on the US-Mexico border, the government of President Donald Trump is separating immigrant children from their parents and keeping them in custody. The officials explain it as a policy of “zero tolerance” against those who arrive in the country illegally. For me, as Trump’s biographer, it is a recreation of the president’s own childhood trauma and anecdotal evidence that an abusive attitude towards children can pass from one generation to another. […]
Instead of receiving the care that needy strangers deserve, immigrant families are enduring the kind of treatment that reduces the ability of the United States to advocate for human rights around the world. How can a country that mistreats children like this go to oppose with credibility the human rights abuses perpetrated by other regimes abroad? Evidently, it weakens the credibility of the United States. in any protest against authoritarian actions in North Korea or the Philippines or Venezuela, to name just three places where the United States should raise its voice in defense of human rights.
Within the country, Trump’s move ignores foolishly the fact that cruelty can infuriate and radicalize victims and viewers and inspire them to defend themselves (Terrorists and criminals are born of this type of treatment). It also generates a moral trauma to American citizens who want to believe that their nation represents something better. How are we supposed to keep in our hearts both the Statue of Liberty and the photos of imprisoned children?
This pretty much goes on for a while….
17 States mount a legal challenge to Bush’sObama’sTrump’s The policy of separating children from the parents and taking their parents out back to shoot them.
El fiscal general de Washington, Bob Ferguson, dijo que liderará una coalición de estados en la demanda.
La medida, que según reportes se espera que sea presentada el jueves en el estado de Washington, alega que la administración de Trump violó los derechos del debido proceso de los padres y niños que fueron separados.
Ferguson calificó la política de “arbitraria y caprichosa” e “irracionalmente discriminatoria” porque se dirige a individuos cercanos a la frontera sur de Estados Unidos.
“Esta es una política deshonesta, cruel e inconstitucional”, dijo Ferguson en un comunicado. “Vamos a detenerlo”.
Washington Attorney General Bob Ferguson said he will lead a coalition of states in the lawsuit.
The measure, which according to reports is expected to be presented Thursday in Washington State, alleges that the Trump administration violated the due process rights of parents and children who were separated.
Ferguson called the policy “arbitrary and capricious” and “irrationally discriminatory” because it targets individuals close to the southern border of the United States.
“This is a dishonest, cruel and unconstitutional policy,” Ferguson said in a statement. “We are going to stop him.
Whatever, dude. Maybe you’ll have better luck than the last time a bunch of states filed a lawsuit over immigration policy.
Polls close for the Mexican election on 1 July. Fun fact: Mexico bans the sale of alcohol on election day.
A menos de una semana de las elecciones más grandes en la historia de México, donde alrededor de 89 millones de personas están convocados a elegir al nuevo presidente del país y a los representantes de 3,400 cargos públicos, las autoridades electorales detallaron cómo será el proceso de conteo de votos una vez que las urnas cierren el próximo domingo 1 de julio.
Less than a week away from the largest elections in the history of Mexico, where around 89 million people are called to elect the new president of the country and representatives of 3,400 public officials, the electoral authorities detailed how It will be the process of counting votes once the polls close next Sunday, July 1.
El caso de Meade es, de algún modo, el revés del candidato puntero, el izquierdista Andrés Manuel López Obrador (Morena-PT-PES), a quien sus críticos más duros lo desprecian por no hablar inglés y haberse tardado más de 10 años en acabar la universidad pública.
A pesar de esas ‘desventajas’, López Obrador hoy lidera las encuestas en casi 50% de intención de voto, llena plazas, sus discursos emocionan y la gente lo aclama.
A lo largo de los casi tres meses de campaña, Pepe Meade —como coloquialmente se le llama— se ha estancado en el tercer lugar de las preferencias electorales, con un 20% de intención de voto en promedio.
¿Sabes quién más hizo este gesto?
The case of Meade is, in some way, the setback of the leading candidate, the leftist Andrés Manuel López Obrador (Morena-PT-PES), whom his harshest critics despise him for not speaking English and having taken more than 10 years in finish the public university.
Despite these ‘disadvantages’, López Obrador today leads the polls in almost 50% of voting intentions, he fills seats, his speeches move and people cheer him.
Throughout the almost three months of the campaign, Pepe Meade – as he is colloquially called – has stagnated in the third place of the electoral preferences, with a 20% intention to vote on average.
Translation services available from the Alpha Beta Corporation. Who are still watching….all of you.
“I can’t believe they would treat Pie like this,” Donald said, fuming and shaking, the silk lining of his pants sliding over his semi-hard penis as he strategized in his War Room, splayed in a web of straps and nutrient feeds. He paused his rant long enough to lap at a Diet Coke reservoir like a manic hamster.
“Stay calm, Donald,” the hair said, riding out the convulsions of the support system as Donald writhed. The notification tones of incoming messages rattled like machine-gun fire as tweets, replies, retweets, and sub-tweets rolled up the LED wall.
“PIE!” Donald screamed.
“Womp, womp,” the hat said and yawned.
*****
Melania dabbed eye-cream on the crow’s feet forming on the thinning skin at the corners of her eyes. They seemed to deepen every time she even thought about squinting.
“Vroom, vroom,” Barron said as he ran his fire truck along the bedroom floor. The furrows in the carpet were deep, down to the underfloor in places. “Vroom, vroom,” he said, “Vroom, vroom,” over and over again.
“Barron, my love,” Melania said, her accent thick, tired.
“Vroom, vroom,” the boy said.
She leaned into the vanity’s mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot and milky. She wondered if she needed a few more days in the clinic. “Be best,” she whispered as she dug her right thumbnail into the nailbed of her left thumb painfully. “Be best.”
“Watch out, Mommy!” Barron said as he rammed the firetruck into her ankle.
*****
Sarah vomited into the toilet again, thin streams of bright yellow bile that lingered on the roof of her mouth and burned. She groped for the handle and flushed the toilet. Her chest and abdominal muscles ached and her whole face hurt. Stomach acid had etched the enamel off the back of her front teeth and the nerves there seemed to shoot bright bolts of pain all the way into her scalp.
She wiped the tears away and staggered to the bathroom scale. She looked at the ceiling while waiting for it to beep. When she looked down, she had to blink a few times to read the numbers. She sobbed and kicked it back under the sink.
She forced herself to look in the mirror. Raccoon eyes and dark streaks of mascara, blotchy and bloated and pale. She started crying again.
“Mr. President,” she said and sobbed.
“Mr. President,” she said. She willed the emotion from her face. She pushed down the pain.
“Mr. President,” she said, a quaver still in her voice. She washed the tears and make-up and snot off her face. She scrubbed until her skin hurt.
“Mr. President,” she said. She smiled and it broke on her face after only a second. She began putting on a thick layer of foundation.
“Mr. President,” she said. Her stomach clenched like a fist, but she held her smile. She reached out to touch the Sarah in the mirror.
*****
“How could someone be so cruel as to deny Pie food? What kind of monster would do that?” Donald asked wonderingly.
“You literally slapped a piece of cake out of her hand at the office birthday party yesterday,” the hair said.
“Fake news,” Donald said. “Never happened.”
“Womp, womp,” said the hat.
*****
Ivanka had a money fight with Jared. She got him good in the face with a banded stack of crisp 100s and she laughed.
*****
“I don’t want to be President,” Chelsea screamed at her mother. “That was your dream, it was never mine. I hated the White House, I hated the attention, I hated everything about it.”
“I was cheated out of it,” Hillary said. “Russians and Facebook and Putin and the entire media and redneck, KKK racists all got together and cheated me. I was cheated!”
“Now, honey,” Bill rasped. “Maybe we should let her…”
“Pipe down, intern-fucker!” Hillary snapped. “I would have been President if it wasn’t for your tubby-punching!”
“Don’t talk to him like that!” Chelsea screamed.
Hillary closed her eyes and held her head in her hands. “I was so happy when they pulled you out of me and you didn’t have a penis. I thanked God you were a girl.”
“Whatever, Mom,” Chelsea groaned.
“I said to myself, ‘She can grow up strong. She can grow up proud. She doesn’t have to be led around by her disgusting penis like Bill.’”
“You’ve told me this a thousand times, Mom.”
“But you’re weak, Chelsea. Weak. You could be President. But you refuse. Weak.”
“Hillary,” Bill whispered. Her hand hit his face before he even saw it move.
“You are all terrible disappointments to me,” Hillary said in a low, sonorous voice.
“Mom…” Chelsea began.
Hillary held up her hand. She squatted on the floor without a sound and shat a black egg out of her womb. She picked it up and wiped off the corrosive slime.
“Infertile,” she said, inspecting it. She tossed it to Bill. “Put it with the others.”
*****
“Donald, please get off Twitter. Please,” the hair whispered.
Damn you, Argentina! You had to pull it out of your ass, didn’t you? I just hope Diego Maradonna is ok. He had to be treated after the match. Not sure if he pulled a muscle in his middle finger or sprained his nose, IYKWIMAITTYD. Croatia topped the group and now Argentina will have to take on France, who look pretty dangerous. Croatia will play Denmark, who also went through from Group C. Today we have there crazy groups E and F, where a lot of permutations for advancement exist.
Soccer’s a hell of a drug So is cocaine.
Back in America, there was a full slate of MLB games, with the following results: Tampa blanked Washington, Seattle beat Baltimore, The Yankees blanked the Phillies, the Red Sox drilled the Angels, Oakland beat Detroit, the D-backs topped Miami, The Mets beat the Pirates, the BIG RED MACHINE took care of Atlanta, Can Diego beat Texas, Milwaukee beat the hapless KC, the White Sox doubled up the Twins, St Louis scalped the Indians, the Cubs mauled the Dodgers, the Giants beat Colorado and your defending world champion Astros shut out Toronto.
And last but not least in sports, the College World Series final got underway in what can only be described as a circus of a game. the Hogs took the game 4-1, but if you didn’t watch the fourth through the sixth inning, you missed some wacky shit. Game 2 tonight, with Arkansas having a chance to become NCAA champs (and a couple of Glibs have the chance to go berserk on us). Good luck, everyone involved.
On this day in history, New York and Boston were linked by telegraph wires, mutiny on the “Potemkin”, German President Hindenburg refuses to pay war debt, Truman ordered the US Navy and Air Force into the Korean War, the CIA officials overthrew the Guatemalan government, Ross Perot founded Electronic Data Systems, the world’s first ATM machine went into service in England, a police raid led to the Stonewall riots in New York City, Roger Moore makes his debut as James Bond in “Live And Let Die”, Nixon visited Russia, the Supreme Court ruled that employers can discriminate based on race with quotas, the US government reinstated the draft (1980), Timothy Dalton also made his (side note: the worst ever) Bond debut in “The Living Daylights”, and Bill Gates stepped down as head of Microsoft.
Born on this date were: German weapon designer Paul Mauser, poet and novelist Paul Laurence Dunbar (Dayton, whats up!), possible pinball enthusiast Helen Keller, Pan Am founder Juan Trippe, billiards master Willie Mosconi, the aforementioned Ross Perot, fashion icon Vera Wang, story-killer J.J. Abrams, “actor” Tobey Maguire and idiot Khloe Kardashian.
Now that was a shit list of names, in my opinion. Oh well, on to…the links!
Meh, looks like the took the best part.
I’m afraid I have to announce that John McCain’s brain cancer is apparently contagious. I can only hope Schmidt gets the meds he needs to control his disease/insanity and that the white coats are at least gentle with him. Christ, what an asshole.
“When we talk about the word socialism, I think what it really means is just democratic participation in our economic dignity, and our economic, social, and racial dignity. It is about direct representation and people actually having power and stake over their economic and social wellness, at the end of the day. To me, what socialism means is to guarantee a basic level of dignity. It’s asserting the value of saying that the America we want and the America that we are proud of is one in which all children can access a dignified education. It’s one in which no person is too poor to have the medicines they need to live. It’s to say that no individual’s civil rights are to be violated. And it’s also to say that we need to really examine the historical inequities that have created much of the inequalities—both in terms of economics and social and racial justice—because they are intertwined. This idea of, like, race or class is a false choice. Even if you wanted to separate those two things, you can’t separate the two, they are intrinsically and inextricably tied. There is no other force, there is no other party, there is no other real ideology out there right now that is asserting the minimum elements necessary to lead a dignified American life.”
I guess she hadn’t heard about Venezuela, North Korea, the former USSR and every other shithole where socialism was tried and resulted in abject poverty, absolute misery and what is essentially a prison state. Way to go, New Yorkers!
A federal judge has said that separated families must be reunited by the federal government within 30 days. I wonder if this is a hard order or if it can be ignored like the DoJ ignore records requests from congressional committees tasked with oversight. I also wonder what legal basis the judge had for the decision, since theres no absolute timeline for due process in these cases.
Chicago head of $2.54 billion foundation bitches about inequality being the biggest problem in the city. Yeah, I think you might want to spend a little more time on the job, sweetie. Because if there’s inequality, its not a racial or sex issue. Its the fact that the kings men, including cops and teachers and any pubsec union worker are treated like gods at the expense of the taxpayers.
I don’t think bike lanes are a great idea…mostly. Don’t get me wrong: a smart, separate, and affordable way to share an interstate bridge in a town with commuting problems is one thing, but messing up the whole town with crazy little specialty lanes is a bad idea. Cruising around Memphis recently, I spent about ten miles on bike lanes and so many things came to mind:
1) The biggest problem is that when there are bike lanes around town, folks decide that’s where bikes belong. You’re not a reasonable vehicle any more the second you peddle outside the lines: you’re off the reservation. Most car drivers have this idea that they own the road, so this is already a problem if you are a pedaler or pedestrian or any of the other annoying variants getting in the way of the great automobile. I’m not looking to be, but I now am a problem if I need to leave the bike lane.
2) Bike lanes themselves make enemies: every guy who before was parking on the curb is mad, the commuter who has been funneled down to four lanes from six to make room for the bikes resents deeply, the shopkeeper whose clients must now mind a gap while parking and then dodge cyclists before they can even gain the sidewalk is incensed. Drivers generally hated bikes already; now they hate the lanes per se…and, by extension, they hate cyclists even more; that won’t help out in traffic land.
3) Bike lanes subvert basic traffic law and dumb down everyone. They’re mindless, like an interstate: we pedal onto one and turn off the brain; bike lanes appear around town, and drivers don’t need to worry about cyclists anymore so they get to think less because (see 1 above and repeat after me) that’s where bikes belong. I already compete as a cyclist for the attention of those with whom I share the road, with their texting, their spilling their coffee in their laps, their screaming spawn in the back seat, their hood ornament, and all the other things they focus on instead of looking down the road a furlong or so and figuring out what they might need to prepare to do in the next five or ten seconds with the two tons of steel they’re slinging around town. Right-of-way…what is this thing you speak of, mad man? My buddy reports this typical move today: car overtakes him and then suddenly turns right off the road immediately in front of him…while he’s pedaling over 20mph…because he’s a cyclist and is just in the way…because that driver has lost touch with all the simple right and wrongs he learned when he was 15 from the nice pamphlet that the governor printed for us all, which we all had to memorize before we could get the pretty wallet cards with our pictures on them. I guess if he drives over an old lady in a cross-walk, she had it coming for being so hopelessly out of date; get with the times, grandma; walking is lame!
4) Ye gods these damned bike lanes are dangerous…and ugly! They need not necessarily be, but they generally are. There’s all this extra paint that’s super slick in the rain. Bike lanes often come with tons of extra furniture: little stanchions that corral us off at intersections and such. But the biggest problem is maintenance: if there’s a bike lane, I belong in it, supposedly, and I shouldn’t opt out of the leaf piles, fallen limbs, broken glass, sand, gravel, wreckage (literally: headlamp lenses, grill shards, random sharp bits of injection-molded carnage), and any other flotsam that heavier traffic knocks out of the “real” lanes and into the little lane where the guys with the thin tires roll. For a few miles on one street in town, both east- and west-bound bike lanes are contiguous, both on the north side of the street: west-bound I’m pedaling against traffic; who’s going to look for me over there on the wrong side of the street when they cross my lane at an intersection…how is this stupidity improving cycling in particular or traffic in general?
5) No one knows what the lanes mean; the signage is random, inconsistent, and at least somewhat ambiguous. How do we merge so you can turn right and I can carry on straight? Does the bike lane trump other rules? Is that cyclist a criminal or a mere jerk for wheeling out of his bike lane to avoid a stretch of missing, broken, lumpy…whatever type of failed pavement?
We’re teaching ourselves not to think, exacerbating the tension between cars and bikes, and pitting ourselves against our neighbors with these lanes. There’s got to be a better way to design traffic to be bike-smart than what I’ve seen around Memphis.
When I was a kid, my sibs and I weren’t allowed to watch much TV.
The one time we could usually sneak watch was after school. Our folks were both professors – the kind who actually cared about their students – so most days they both held office hours until nearly time to get home for dinner.
They weren’t thrilled to occasionally discover we’d been breaking the rules and doing our homework in front of the TV. However, if it was an ABC Afterschool Special we’d been watching, we would suffer no repercussions from Mom (and Dad would just put up with whatever Mom said).
Why? Because the Afterschool Specials all had a message.
S3, Ep3
6 Nov. 1974 Winning and Losing: Diary of a Campaign
The 1972 Senate race is seen through the eyes of two teen aged girls, each a campaign volunteer for George McGovern (Democrat) and Leo Thorness (Republican).
Well, nowadays, I understand the campaign process much better and laugh and laugh while watching.
In 1947, a young white boy and an elderly black man enjoy a warm and wonderful friendship based on their mutual love of the Brooklyn Dodgers and Jackie Robinson.
I just took my five hour I Can Haz Sekund Amendment Nao? class, and my typical “go fuck yourself” tendencies have been whipped up to a jiggly wiggly timey wimey ball of hate.
Now, any of the following things could be true:
The people teaching the class didn’t know wtf they were talking about
I might not have correctly understood what I was being taught, even though I got a perfect score on the test afterward
The people teaching the class could have been trolling everyone. NY gun laws are completely beyond Poe, after all.
But assuming the rage-hormones haven’t broken my brain, let me share my loathing of this state’s government with you.
Stop! Don’t Touch!
If you don’t have a pistol license in NYS, you are not allowed to touch a pistol. Not own, not carry, not buy or sell, touch. Criminal offense if you do.
Catch Twenty-one-and-three-quarters
In order to get a license to touch a pistol, you must submit your paperwork for said license, including the receipt of the gun you have purchased.
Yes. You must first buy a gun without ever having touched it. That’s the way things work here. Now of course, just because you bought it doesn’t give you any of the normal benefits of what we would normally think “ownership” implies. Like, YOU CAN’T FUCKING TOUCH IT. Or, I dunno, take it home mebbe? You give the gun store some money, they give you a receipt (only). You submit the receipt with your license paperwork to the judge and maybe someday you might actually own something that is a little more solid than a slip of paper (which, much like the Constitution in NYS, can be used for wiping one’s ass).
Here Comes The Judge
Now the class-givers were very happy to be teaching my group of people, as we live in a county with a “good” judge, 2A-wise. Because you see, each county in NYS has a judge who determines whether or not people have their pistol licenses granted, and which version is granted.
Everything not permitted is forbidden
For you see, you’re not getting a license to carry a pistol; no no, that would be silly. You are getting a license to carry a pistol for a particular purpose only. And guess what? Self-defense is a separate listed category not granted by the other permitted reasons. My judge will pretty much automatically grant pistol licenses for the purposes of hunting and target shooting. This means I can carry a gun to a gun range, from a gun range to my house, to a hunting location and from a hunting location to my house. That’s it. I can also use it only for target shooting and hunting. So, if I am carrying it to a lawful destination and I am attacked by a crazed hobo, I may not use the pistol for self defense if I do not have a self-defense license. I can roundhouse kick his face off, I can crush his skull with a rock, I can blow his head off with a shotgun, but if I use my target and hunting license pistol to stop him then I am guilty of unlawful use of a firearm. I may not (may not, see below) be prosecuted for the dead hobo, but I will be prosecuted for the gun felony.
Ain’t nobody wants to see that *(euphemisms helpfully marked)
Now, open carry ist verboten in NYS. Which means, you may not expose your gun* in public. This includes printing it through a shirt or jacket — that’s a crime. Once you’re inside the (private) gun range, you can take it out* and begin using your gun.* This also applies to hunting on a piece of private land. But what about on public lands? No, you may not expose your gun*, you must keep it concealed at all times. Yes. That’s right. According to the law, you can use a properly licensed pistol for hunting as long as you don’t take it out of your range bag/holster/etc. Now the NYS game wardens apparently did not want to be the victim of accidental discharges so they have magnanimously agreed to not charge people so long as the hunters are a) dressed like hunters, b) are able to explain what kind of game they are hunting c) it is the season for said game and d) the pistol is appropriate for the type of game being hunted. Unless they just feel like charging you that day, of course.
Post Code Lottery, NYS Style
Now there is a pistol license that allows you to just (concealed) carry the damn thing, it’s called an “unrestricted” license. One of the reason why my judge is considered one of the good ones is that after having has a specific-purpose license for a year, I can then apply for an unrestricted license. There are more classes involved, and they’re not offered all that often, and there is a waiting list for them when they are offered, but if I get into one, my county’s judge has a habit of granting them. Albany county’s judge apparently never approves unrestricted licenses. Some of the counties where the Night’s Watch are located will grant the unrestricted license without having a year of the training wheel version. Judges change. There’s no guarantee that the next judge of Saratoga county will be any better than Albany.
Remember way back when you “bought” a gun? Well, if all goes well, in a few months you might be able to take it home, once you have all your paperwork in. Well, “you” and “your” isn’t completely accurate. When you go to Ye Olde Sheriff’s office with your petition, you include some envelopes addressed to four NYS residents of good character who have known you for at least year. According to the trainers, this is not a rubber stamp thing. There will be background checks run on them, and the judge will determine whether the relationship is adequate for them to provide “proper” character references. The Westchester judge requires that one of these four must have known you for at least five years. So if you’ve just moved here from out of state, I hope your pistol collection wasn’t too expensive. Once the judge accepts your four, questionnaires are stuffed into the envelopes you provided (Huzzah for saving tax dollars!) and sent out. Until those four people return those questionnaires, your application will not be processed any further. If they are too late in returning them, the application is canceled. If the judge doesn’t like what they read, the application is denied. If the application is denied, you may not apply again until three years have passed since the denial. You’ll need to go out of state for all your pistol-touching* needs.
It gets better. Better, not good.
Once you do get a pistol license, you can now touch pistols.* This will help make your second purchase a better one, since you’ll have some idea of ergonomics. Once you purchase your next one, the gun store will give you another piece of paper. “What?” you may be asking. “Don’t I have a license to carry a pistol home now?” Hahahahahahano. Well, technically yes. You have a license to (concealed) carry A pistol. A single very specific pistol. Not “your” new one. This also works in reverse. Your pistol can only be carried by the licensee (i.e. you). You can’t lend out a gun. Another pistol-licensed individual can touch it* and they can use it for purposes for which their pistol license is valid, but they have to do so while under your direct supervision. The good part is that you can amend your pistol license to also include “your” new pistol. You won’t need any additional judge’s approvals or character references, just some signed and notarized forms. It still will take a few weeks to process.
You’ve fucking done it now (alternative title: Fuck Andrew Cuomo with red-hot pokers covered with syphilitic hornets1)
This has all been about pistols. Long guns are much less regulated… unless you get a pistol license. Because once you’ve deigned to ask to exercise your rights, the government now has carte blanche to fuck you over. There are vast [dammit, why can’t I find that scene from David Lynch’s Dune where Duncan Idaho says “vast numbers. VAST.”] numbers of ways that you can violate the terms of your pistol license. I believe they’re all crimes. Most of them are misdemeanors with no/little chance of jail time, but they are still crimes. Which means you immediately become a gun criminal. And gun criminals aren’t allowed to own any guns, even guns not requiring any special permission (even in NYS) to own. It’s kind of ingenious in a Kafka/Ayn Rand villain sort of way: make it so those people that want to own guns are more likely to violate rules. Make the rules carry little or no penalties to keep from generating sympathetic victims but then also use it to disarm them. Ta da! You’re disarming people who want guns without restricting the rights of those who don’t want to exercise those rights; as far as the gun-apathetic are concerned, no violation has taken place. Brilliant! Though not as brilliant as my idea of opening a hipster pop-up restaurant selling heated Red Baron frozen pizzas for $35.
And one last “Fuck You”
All his ranting has been concerning the laws of New York State. But the title just said “New York.” Why? Well, one of the laws pertaining to gaining a New York State Pistol License is… It is not valid in the five boroughs of NYC.
I wanted to find someone flipping off the NYC skyline, or the Empire State Building. This is the best I could do
What in the world is going on with the CWS this year? These weather delays are getting out of hand. Game 1 of the finals series was postponed until today, so we’re gonna have to wait on the Hogs a little longer. (Note: do not jump out of the outfield stands if you’re there waiting on the game to start. It will not go well for you!) Thankfully, there was MLB action. Unfortunately, all of the top teams lost, including the Astros, Cubs, D-backs, Reds and Indians.
Across the globe in Russia, Spain and Portugal both moved on from the group stage, but it was not without some controversy. Spain were, in my opinion, gifted a game-tying goal that denied Morocco a much-deserved win and will now play Russia after topping the group. Iran and Portugal also drew, which send the Portuguese to play a very motivated Uruguay, who thumped Russia in the final game of their group earlier yesterday. Today, we will be treated to Denmark-France and the Socceroos vs Peru, with Nigeria-Argentina and Iceland-Croatia in the afternoon, all of which are still alive in the wacky Group D. These games will be at least as entertaining, seeing as everyone has a lot to play for.
I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been a little disappointed in the birthday slate the last few days. I guess people historically weren’t into a lot of banging in the late days of summer. Meh, I can’t say much. I only have one kid born in June myself. Anyway, today we celebrate the birth of: baseball inventor Abner Doubleday, physicist and engineer William Thompson (1st Baron Kelvin), Marine badass Chesty Puller, aircraft designer Willy Messerschmitt, athlete Babe Didrickson Zaharias, rocker Larry “The Mole” Taylor, brilliant singer with shitty politics Mick Jones, silky-voiced Chris Isaak, another great singer Patty Smyth, cyclist Greg LeMond, nerd hero Richard Garfield, the unintelligible Shannon Sharpe, “actor” Chris O’Donnell, actor (and crush of our very own Kristen) Nick Offerman, motorcyclist Max Biaggi, baseball executive and former player Derek Jeter, dog fighting enthusiast Michael Vick and donut- and America-hater Ariane Grande.
Genius and idiot all at once.
Its also the day the Chinese (what, you didn’t think it was the English, did you?) invented the toothbrush, Hong Kong was declared a British Colony, Die Walkure made its premiere in Munich, Karl Benz received the US patent for the gas-driven motor, the New York Daily News began publishing, the Ziegfeld Follies opened up, the UN Charter was signed by 50 nations, signaling the beginning of that failed experiment, the Berlin airlift began, John F Kennedy called himself a donut in Berlin, Elvis gave his last performance, Kirby Puckett became the all-time hits leader for the Twins, Yasar Arafat left his hidden fortune behind and returned to Gaza, and the first of the Harry Potter series was released.
Finally, we had a day full of good ones. It had beed a little soft lately. Anyway, now on to…the links!
Political failure Hillary Clinton decries the Electoral College. Funny, she wasn’t decrying it just before she got cocky and tried to pile on the electoral votes rather than actually paying attention to the swing states. Christ, what an asshole.
The Chicago Public Schools shitshow continues apace. Now we just need to find out if “removed from their positions” means they were actually fired or if they’ll continue getting money taken from taxpayers. Because we know without a doubt that they’ll never see the inside of a courtroom or a jail cell.
Boston’s mayor goes full retard. Didn’t anybody tell him you never go full retard? I’ll give him a pass if he was never taught about slavery, internment, the various drafts and a whole host of other things. What a maroon.
That’s it. And yes, I had a hard time picking a song today with all of those great birthdays. But I stand by my decision. Now get out there and have a great day, friends.
Sorry, this is a bit late. Working for free on this third job. If only there were a way you could help me out monetarily…oh well…Donald and Dennis discuss their historic achievements.
If naught else, these Links will exhibit the exquisite Swiss timing. Glibertarians.com promises nothing else. I am getting run over with demands for my time and incessant carping requests for MOAR WORK. Don’t these people know I have links to post?! It is making me downright crabby. So you in the Glibertariat, show them who is boss! Read the links, comment with abandon and stick it to the Man!
I need to see weepy sermons, comparisons to certain Mid-20th Century German leaders, condemnations and harassment of anyone associated with the Algerian government. THIS is being harsh on “migrants”. How about some Hollywood types, breast beating journos and screeching politicians go “tour” Assamaka. Then come back and tell us how horrible and NAZI the US is. FEH!
If you can wade through the garbage in this article….you will see near the end of it that TRADE WARZ ain’t going to be solved by an EU – China lovefest. It will just suck for all of us around the globe. BAH!
Farm Aid?! That #$%& thing is still going on? Want to see how much in YOUR money the poor, downtrodden farmers are getting? Look here and get really pissed off. I saw 101 recipients of MY MONEY just in my little exurban zip code alone (from 1995-2016). Some of the names were big shots and not exactly poors. GRRRRRR!!!!!!!
I am sure many could find reasons to be angry here…but I am just pointing and laughing instead.
In a psychodrama deployed on a giant scale on the US-Mexico border, the government of President Donald Trump is separating immigrant children from their parents and keeping them in custody. The officials explain it as a policy of “zero tolerance” against those who arrive in the country illegally. For me, as Trump’s biographer, it is a recreation of the president’s own childhood trauma and anecdotal evidence that an abusive attitude towards children can pass from one generation to another. […]
Melania dabbed eye-cream on the crow’s feet forming on the thinning skin at the corners of her eyes. They seemed to deepen every time she even thought about squinting.
Hillary held up her hand. She squatted on the floor without a sound and shat a black egg out of her womb. She picked it up and wiped off the corrosive slime.
For you see, you’re not getting a license to carry a pistol; no no, that would be silly. You are getting a license to carry a pistol for a particular purpose only. And guess what? Self-defense is a separate listed category not granted by the other permitted reasons. My judge will pretty much automatically grant pistol licenses for the purposes of hunting and target shooting. This means I can carry a gun to a gun range, from a gun range to my house, to a hunting location and from a hunting location to my house. That’s it. I can also use it only for target shooting and hunting. So, if I am carrying it to a lawful destination and I am attacked by a crazed hobo, I may not use the pistol for self defense if I do not have a self-defense license. I can roundhouse kick his face off, I can crush his skull with a rock, I can blow his head off with a shotgun, but if I use my target and hunting license pistol to stop him then I am guilty of unlawful use of a firearm. I may not (may not, see below) be prosecuted for the dead hobo, but I will be prosecuted for the gun felony.
