Music.

 

Azov Battalion, Ukraine National Guard.

 

UNFOLDING SLAVIC SHIT-SHOW: Something is happening in Ukraine. Rather than knock myself out chasing the latest happenings up until press time, I’ll let you fine people post updates in the comments. Unfolding current events are always on-topic for links posts.

 

 

SPEAKING OF NATIONAL GUARDS: The Posse Comitatus Act, which already has more holes than a Swiss cheese, doesn’t apply to the DC National Guard, or to other National Guards which are being mobilized in anticipation of the arrival of trucker freedom convoys in Washington. Predictable leftist pants-shitting, dark money accusations (paywalled), and false bravado (“this time, we’re ready!!1eleventy”). Honk, honk.

 

 

THIS IS HOW YOU DO UNAPOLOGETIC AUTHORITARIANISM: Russia’s interior ministry tells TV viewers to “refrain from unsanctioned protests” & or they’ll be “arrested & brought to responsibility.” That’s because there are “coronavirus restrictions, including on public events.” Not because of calls to protest the war or anything.

 

 

THAT’S SOME FINE POLICE WORK THERE, LOU: LAPD mistakenly jails woman for thirteen days because her name was similar to someone with an outstanding warrent. Note that this started with TSA incompetence.

 

 

ROCKET DICKS IN SPACE: Space tourism has seriously broken some people. Once-respected science magazine whines jealously because they weren’t invited. Funny how fourteen years ago they thought it was cool.

 

 

GORD UPDATE: He’s alive and well, and sent us this lovely link. I was going to perform this song live for him on Zoom last weekend, but he was busy with other things, so here you go:

 

Gord’s a trucker and he’s okay,

He sleeps all night and he drives all day.

 

He shuts down bridges,

He protests mandates,

He defies authority,

Some days he writes an op-ed,

And drinks Horton’s coffee.

 

Gord’s a trucker and he’s okay,

He sleeps all night and he drives all day.

 

Trudeau’s PM of Canada,

Gord makes him run and hide,

Twink snivels and lies in parliament,

And then he goes and cries.

 

Gord’s a trucker and he’s okay,

He sleeps all night and he drives all day.

 

All the honking got Gord a call,

From a vexed mountie.

But the girls all love him,

And send him they panties.

 

Gord’s a trucker and he’s okay,

He sleeps all night and he drives all day.