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speech bubble where de Blasio admitted that “I have no dick.”
Haha, ZING!!
They pressed together, official science having determined that leftist protesting in close quarters with lots of howling conferred immunity to disease, while congregating in churches or to demand liberty promoted it.
compact B&T APC9 9mm submachine gun
Brügger & Thomet of Switzerland.
For his trouble, he got called a “cis-gender queerbait” with an unnatural attraction to his mother, which struck Turnbull as conceptually confused on every level.
the threat of the now-renamed “European virus” – the term “Chinese coronavirus” had been decreed to be racist as all get out
the Department of Justice prosecutions of a dozen Republican senators on charges that Democrat senators skated on,
The schemes and conspiracies of the politicians back home repelled him, so he simply chose not to pay attention.
Turnbull knew what an unstable society felt like – he had experienced them all over the world. And it disturbed him that he was getting the same feeling here in America.
But his green light was gone. There were rules. In fact, it had been almost half a year since he had killed anyone, which smashed his previous post-enlistment record by several months.
But his oath specified all enemies, both foreign and domestic.
BIN-go!!
He had worked on the Bernie Sanders campaign before the elderly communist’s embarrassing penchant for secret Bahamian bank accounts became public knowledge. Socialism was weak sauce, and democratic socialism weaker still.
Or so they thought. The complicit mainstream fools who thought they were playing him did not realize that they would be the first against the wall when he achieved his goals.
where they literally threw the vocal leftists onto their asses on the asphalt.
BOOM!
He was a fan of Nick Searcy, but the star’s nude scene had been a bit jarring, especially since it was with an equally buck-naked Kate Upton. It had left the audience of Green Berets in the camp with very mixed feelings.
Haha, good ol’ Nick! I know that guy!
The MC, radio host Larry O’Connor,
Hey, I know that guy too!
They certainly did not have the numbers to stamp out the traditionalists’ protest, as much as their bosses would have liked them to. Such were the wages of defunding.
Plus, there was always the possibility that these gun rights protesters were actually exercising their now-nonexistent rights, and few of the Washington flatfoots felt like personally rolling the dice to enforce the administration’s gun confiscation fetish.
In Iraq, his no-quarter war against ISIS had earned him the nickname “Killdozer 6.” Back home, his nickname was “Second Amendment Scott.”
HOOAH!!
Terrorist bigwigs rarely got their own paws dirty. They generally left the actual bloodletting to their minions.
True dat. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
She looked like she was about to walk into her suburban Georgia Baptist church for the first time after getting divorced, with a slightly too-tight red dress that hovered above her knees, loads of make-up, and every hair locked into its assigned place.
Haha, would that be a Holy Roller?
“I think Kanye West just grabbed the microphone away from Dana Loesch,” Avery said to no one in particular. “Speaking as the representative of Jesus, I say these Democrats are Pilate reborn!” began the rapper,
Haha.
“Good,” Crane said. “For the revolution.” “The revolution,” the man repeated, like a scuzzy parishioner calling back the Church of Marxism’s version of “Amen.”
Yep, it’s their religion.
Crane kept his own 9mm Walther Q4 TAC automatic under his jacket – Merrick Crane III was not going to carry some battered Beretta M9 liberated from a West Virginia Army National Guard maintenance unit’s armory.
The liberty protest attendees knew exactly what it was – a benefit of being gun-fluent – and after a second to get their bearings, they scrambled. Being generally law-abiding, even where the law was an ass – as it was in gun-hating DC – none of the civilians was carrying concealed. If this had happened in, say, Texas, it would have been a very different story.
Actually, DC has slightly relaxed the stringency of its CCW application process in recent years.
wearing a t-shirt with a picture of Dan Crenshaw riding a giant eagle while casting lightning bolts from his one good eye.
Turnbull shot him in the face, then stepped over and put another slug through his forehead.
Face-shooter, hooah!
The two civilians stared at him, shocked. “I’m a very special agent,” Turnbull said to the incredulous civilians. “You didn’t see anything.”
Heh heh.
“Is this an airport lounge?” Turnbull asked as he got to the top of the stairs.
“Gotta watch the liberal media as part of our ‘know your enemy’ program,” Casey replied.
The other operators all had various handguns. They each chose their own with no regard for uniformity.
As Massad Ayoob might say, “Let those who ride decide.”
The law enforcement and intelligence communities are picking sides, and they are focusing on wrangling with each other instead of the real enemy.
Yep, just look at FBI and ATF.
In fact, recently-installed Veep, Elizabeth Warren, had only been in office for a month. The announcement of Warren as his third VP in under two years had not gone well. The President told the cameras, “And most importantly, Elizabeth Warlock is a woman of color, an Indian, like tee-pees, you know, not like tandoori.” After that, he made no further public appearances.
Blecchh. Crapahontas, er, Pocahontas. Not Namaste!
Vice President Abrams had been found in her bed at Number One, Observatory Circle, the official residence of the Vice President, having choked on a ham sandwich.
Haha, trying to emulate Mama Cass?
Turnbull said. He was not much of a joiner, but he had made the NRA the beneficiary of his military life insurance policy, albeit mostly because he thought his only relative, his brother, was a PC ass.
“I assume she’s pretty,” Deeds said sourly. “I think they all are. It’s a job qualification. Not like on MSNBC, where it’s a handicap.”
The security officers in the wealthy enclave of Georgetown were always both numerous and heavily armed. They were the opposite of defunded, since rich liberals funded them directly.
note of his hostess’s vulnerability. What was woke today could be used as a weapon tomorrow. A very pale rich lady owning such treasures would easily be accused of cultural appropriation and racism with devastating effect, if it became useful to do so.
considered it a small price to pay for inheriting his estate after he died of heart failure while in action between two Ukrainian hookers whom Hunter Biden had arranged for him to meet while they were both in Kiev on a business deal.
Da, tovarish!
Jane Fonda’s new 27-year-old husband and personal representative, Chase Palestine. This was not his real name – that was Lloyd Tracey Purnass, and until hooking up with the desiccating starlet he had been a part-time activist and part-time DoorDash driver.
His meal ticket, who had to explain to him why people would yell “Kiss my ass, Hanoi Jane!” at her on the street, mostly refused to leave her apartment anymore because, rumors held, her latest facelift failed to take. But she still directed millions from her donor network to the left-wing causes she fancied and lavished attention on her boy toy, who enjoyed the financial aspects of their relationship far more than her surprisingly rigorous erotic demands.
Blecchh. Fuck Hanoi Jane.
guzzling the Mongolian yogurt liquor called airag
Harrington stared silently, vexed by such informality from a mere staffer. He liked titles, and like Van de Vere, he loved deference.
Just like some of the people I worked with and for at my last Pentagon contract!
“It’s very goyo amttai baisan,” Toobin said, praising the drink but slaughtering the Mongolian phrase he had learned on a co-del to Ulan Bator earlier in the year.
Unaware that he had been designated the low person on the totem pole – a term none of them would dare use lest they be accused of disrespecting the culture of America’s First Peoples – Chase Palestine
ability to make violence seem not merely necessary but admirable to people singularly incapable of committing any themselves.
The room was impressed – the House working on a Monday meant it was serious.
Crane smiled again. “I will arrange for my cadres to plan and oversee a spontaneous response tomorrow.”
Planned spontaneity. Just like the Orwellian oxymorons.
Turnbull was unsure which black organization Schiller had come from – he did not know him in the Green Berets, and Schiller was not bulky or loud, so that excluded the SEALs.
Haha, HOOYAH!
“Wanna hit them at Lee Highway and Lynn Street?” Schiller suggested. “Yeah,” Turnbull replied. “I wonder when they’ll get around to changing those names.” “I know who Lee was. Who was Lynn?” “Does it matter?” Turnbull asked.
Yeah, no shit, I’m surprised there isn’t already loud clamouring for renaming Robert E. Lee Highway!
“Nazi Pigs Fork Off.” Apparently, the artist had closed up what was supposed to be a “u” and screwed up the “c” entirely.
