We’re not always great a describing who we are, but we sure as fuck know who we are not.

Hey, just a lone Canuck on a 10 state fire season careless smoking tour of the wests national forests oughta do it. People forget that we’re largely upwind.

And upstream, but that’s a whole other level of sabotage.

Paula White needs to STFU and get back in the kitchen.

I quit caring a while back so I could be driving up the numbers.

I have two superpowers:

Mosquitoes don’t find me delicious. When everyone else is getting hammered, they generally leave me alone. When I do get bit, the bites barely swell and they don’t usually itch.

Rock star parking- Anywhere I go, I always check out immediately in front of the place I need to be. There’s almost always an empty spot, and if there isn’t there’s someone just leaving that I pull into. I dunno how that helps me fight crime, but it sure would be useful if I were a bank heist getaway driver.

Trans activists are going about this all wrong. Instead of sending someone like Marcy in to violate the law, they need to do this:

Send in the biggest, burliest, hairiest ftm trans dudes into busy ladies rooms, the room that the state insists he must now legally use. And record the reaction of the women and girls leaving for broadcast media. Because by focussing on mtf trans in ladies rooms, I really feel the dipshits that make these laws haven’t thought their cunning plans through very fully.