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AntiFa at it again

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Another day, another violent riot.

A planned rally by conservative groups to show support for ICE and police officers was met with hundreds of black-clad, masked Antifa thugs on Saturday near the Independence Visitor Center on 5th and 6th streets.

According to reports, about 80 conservatives showed up to the rally compared to the hundreds of Antifa thugs who showed up to counter-protest (cause trouble).

According to the police commissioner, 4 people were arrested; one person punched a police captain.


Pro tip: if you’re violently suppressing the right to free speech and peaceable assembly, YOU’RE THE FUCKING NAZI.

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“Why Democrats Would Dare to Steal Elections in Plain Sight”

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Umm, because they can, they always have, and they’ve always gotten away with it without consequence?

The real question is: why WOULDN’T they?

The shamelessness and unapologetic audacity of this election fraud is no accident. The Democrats in Arizona and Florida and their allies in the establishment media piously intone that “all votes must be counted” as this fraud unfolds before our eyes, but they’re neither stupid nor naïve. It is much more likely that their very brazenness is not a bug, but a feature.

The Left is doing this out in the open to send a message:

There is nothing you can do. We will win. If we lose, we will cheat. We will lie. We will steal. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that you can do about it.

If the Democrats pull this off, they will have shown conservatives — and the world — that nothing could stop them. The governor of Florida couldn’t stop them. The courts couldn’t stop them. President Trump himself, who has been commenting repeatedly on Twitter about the theft, couldn’t stop them.

The election fraud in Arizona and Florida is a continuation of the Kavanaugh hearings. Just as the outrageously false allegations of sexual assault and rape against Brett Kavanaugh did, the election fraud demonstrates that there is no low to which the Democrats will not stoop to gain and hold power. They will even affect a self-righteous mien of moral superiority while stooping.

The lesson that conservatives are meant to learn is not just that the Left will stop at nothing, but that the Left is unstoppable. Republicans and conservatives can vote for “drain the swamp” candidates all they want — but the swamp will not be drained, as those candidates will not take office even if they win.

The intention is to intimidate and demoralize conservatives, induce them to give up and get out of this dirty game. This is, in a word, terrorism. 

And on Black Tuesday, the American people rewarded them for it—for ALL of it. Which means the American people will be getting a whole lot more of it—ALL of it. May they have joy of their choice.

Update! Aesop asks the tough questions.

As we watch the progtards steal one senate race, and work on making it two, it’s not the dead Democrat voters that are the problem, nor even the hordes of illegal ones. It’s the imaginary ones being manufactured out of whole cloth, as soon as they see how many votes they need to change the tally, and then not-so-magically produce those votes out of thin air two, three, five, ten days after the polls close.

So you can imagine what 2020 is going to look like.

And if they do this to POTUS then, and hold the coup at the vote counting stations, if that doesn’t start open civil war, then Srsly: 
What’s left for anyone to fight for?
Why bother?

If you’ll watch them steal your country, eyes glazed over and mouths agape, you may as well just change parties, and get ready for the non-stop rogering of the nation from then on out, because it only gets worse for you demographically after that.

The only way to get them out of power at that point is going to be by voting out of the barrels of guns. (Why is it, d’ya suppose, that despite that tack getting them kicked out of congress in 1994, the first thing they chose to go for this time, before Alzheimer’s Nan even gets the Speaker’s gavel, is draconian gun bans? Didja figure that was a coincidence? They’re planning on disarming you, and then Marxism and boxcars, just like everywhere else, every time they take power, since 1918. We’re Venezuela, two years before Chavez, right this minute.)

And everyone’s just watching the train wreck unfold in slow-mo. And gawking.

Look to your last stand location, your pantry, and your ammo pile.
You’ll have need of them all, and sooner rather than later.

The other side won’t a take “No” for an answer, and as you’re seeing day to day now, if they lose, they’ll cheat their way to a win, and act like they won in a landslide.

And you’ll do…what, exactly?

Guess we’ll be finding out soon enough. Those are indeed tough questions, without any good answers that I can see.

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An old, sad story

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Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, heroes, and villains.

And so Stan Lee’s stable of mid-twentieth-century superheroes became the multi-billion-dollar franchises of the twenty-first century, making a fortune for Lee and his new Hollywood associates and rather less for the talented fellows who’d cranked them out every month way back when. With the exception of Spider-Man, almost all of Lee’s household-name heroes were drawn by a fellow called Jack Kirby, who never enjoyed the star cameos Stan did in the Marvel movies. Kirby lived modestly in Irvine, California, and spent his days sat on “an old, straightback kitchen chair parked in front of the crummiest old drawing table you ever saw”. He ought to have died the wealthiest guy in Irvine. Instead, his widow had to beseech Marvel for a modest pension sufficient to cover her mortgage, groceries and medical bills.

That’s just the way it was in the comic business. The superheroes had superpowers, super costumes, super cars, super spaceships, super secret headquarters, super biceps, super chest muscles, super thighs and super calves, but they were created by guys on highly non-super pay scales – and that was true even for the fellow who was the signature look of the entire form. Until the movies CGI-ed these guys, when you pictured Captain America pounding through the streets in red-white-and-blue long underwear, or Ice Man riding a roller coaster of ice through the skies, or the guy in the pork-pie hat pointing upwards at the unseen monster about to start rampaging down Main Street, or the coed in the romance comic sitting alone in the booth when the big man on campus wanders in with the new blonde, or the Two-Gun Kid or Sgt Fury and his Howlin’ Commandos, when you pictured superheroes or sci-fi, creatures or cuties, war or westerns in comic-book form, you were picturing Jack Kirby. He’s the look of an entire industry. At Marvel Comics in the sixties, they gave Spider-Man to Steve Ditko, who, in contrast to Kirby’s bodice-busting heroes, drew Peter Parker as an undernourished nebbish and gave the series its distinctive character. But the house rule was simple: Stan Lee wanted Kirby to draw like Kirby, Ditko to draw like Ditko, and everybody else to draw like Kirby. For a good couple of decades, everybody else did. He’s what Roy Liechtenstein was appropriating when he took Kirby’s style and turned it into “pop art,” though Liechtenstein made more dough out of “WHAAM!” (now on display at the Tate in London) than Kirby ever made out of “WOW!” (now in a crate of junk under an antimacassar in your mom’s attic).

For every superhero, there’s a supervillain, and the best ones are usually the loyal ally who turns out to be playing a double-game. To Kirby’s fans, the bad guy is a kid who showed up in the office of Timely Comics in the late thirties, the nephew of the company’s business manager. He was a gofer and they let him do some copywriting, and, if Kirby was Captain America, the kid was kind of a Bucky, the boy sidekick. By the time Kirby returned to the company in the fifties, the kid was editor-in-chief: Stan Lee. They were a team: as the Marvel credits put it, “Smilin’ Stan Lee and Jolly Jack Kirby.” But Jack wasn’t that jolly by the late sixties, and Stan was smilin’ to the end, on all those gazillion-dollar-a-year retainers for “consulting” and cameos. As Kirby’s wife Roz put it, “Tell Jack that after he finishes saving the universe again, he has to take out the trash in the kitchen.”

If I remember right, the guys who created Superman got royally screwed by DC Comics and died broke too.

It’s an all-too-common story in the music biz too, of course. In fact, I remember years and years ago seeing a documentary on Willie Dixon, I believe it was, wherein he told all about how he would walk into one Tin Pan Alley publishing house, sell ’em the sheet music for a song, and collect his money. Then he’d go back down to the street, sit on a bench, and quickly rewrite some of the lyrics, give the same song a different title, and go on to the next publishing house to sell the slightly-rejiggered song to them.

As I recall, he laughed heartily while describing his complete lack of concern or worry over the lawyerly maelstrom that ensued; as far as Willie was concerned, he knew going in that he was going to get shafted one way or another on the royalties he would earn, so to hell with the suits in the big fancy offices. He got his little bit up front; let them sort out the backend, and best of luck to the thieving bastards. There was sorting out aplenty to be done too, since Willie wove a tangled web indeed by writing damned near every blues song you ever heard of and having his stuff covered by everybody and his sister’s cat’s grandmother.

So. Onwards.

As I mentioned on Rush yesterday, when the superheroes got super-budgets something got lost. I think the last summer blockbuster my kids dragged me to was Avengers 7 or possibly X-Men 12. Anyway, it felt kind of weird to be watching a movie where the good guys have to figure out how to save America from the most advanced, evolved, giant-sized, invincible supervillains ever devised, and then leave the theater and return to a world where, in Afghanistan, the good guys are losing to the least super villains ever concocted – goatherds with fertilizer.

Can it be any wonder that comic-book fantasy and escapism are so highly prized nowadays, with current American reality being as dismal as it is?

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GO HOME!

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Shitlibs to denounce Mexicans as RACIST NAZI NATIONALIST GREEDY NAZI HEARTLESS RIGHT-WING BIGOT NAZIS JUST LIKE HITLER!! in 5…4…3…2…never.

Mexican residents of Playas De Tijuana confronted Honduran migrants who had set up a makeshift camp at “Friendship Park” in Playas De Tijuana. The Mexican residents demanded that the the migrants leave the area and threaten the migrants if they did not leave. Federal and Municipal Mexican police kept both groups separated and some incidents of violence broke out throughout the night.

Gee, imagine that. Why, it’s almost as if those dear Brown People to our immediate south think their country maybe ought to have borders, ain’t it?

Actually, it’s more as if shitlibs think THIS country should be the only one in the world without ’em, actually.

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The Great Rock And Roll Swindle

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I love this story, I really do.

In April, Jered Threatin began to hold auditions for a backing band. He chose three musicians and told them they would embark on an all-expenses paid European tour with his band, Threatin.

The first stop was The Underworld in London. Someone representing Threatin had paid £780 (roughly $1,010) to book it for the night of Nov. 1 and told Patrice Lovelace, an in-house promoter at the club, that the band had sold 291 tickets for the show.

But when the band went on, there were only three people in the audience.

“It was only on show day when no customer list for the 291 customers was produced that we realized we’d been duped,” Ms. Lovelace said. “The show went ahead with only the supports, staff and crew in attendance. The bar made almost zero money, and it was all extremely bizarre. And empty, obviously.”

The next few gigs were similarly barren. After a show at The Exchange in Bristol on Nov. 5, for which a promoter claimed to have sold 182 tickets, staff at the venue decided to investigate the band. After all, someone had paid more than $500 to book the venue.

Nearly everything associated with Threatin, it would turn out, was an illusion. Iwan Best, a venue manager at The Exchange, said they found that each of the websites associated with Threatin — the band’s “label” Superlative Music Recordings; its management company, Aligned Artist Management; and the video production company that directed the band’s video — were all registered to the same GoDaddy account. (The pages were built under a parent site seemingly associated with Superlative Music, the fake label.)

Then there was the question of his fan base. Many of Mr. Threatin’s hundreds of Facebook friends were apparently from Brazil, and YouTube videos of his concerts never show the band and the crowds at the same time. Other videos from his channel, some of which have since been removed, included clips of interviews of him in which the questioner was not shown, and it seemed possible he was interviewing himself.

Much of this tale was rigorously documented by the unflagging writers at MetalSucks.net. They found that music sites that had conducted interviews with Mr. Threatin (and one that gave him an award) had been cooked up on WordPress or Wix, and padded out with content stolen from other outlets.

Talk about taking the initiative, trying to bootstrap yourself a career from nothing at all. My hat’s off to the guy. Plus, it’s just funny as all hell; to bad it backfired on him the way it did. As the BP’s rhythm guitarist and one of my oldest and closest friends Chipps said this morning when we were laughing about it: “Gee, dishonesty in the music business—who’da ever thought?”

This is probably the first and only time I’ll ever link to a NYT story and recommend you read the whole thing without a trace of sarcasm or hesitation, so savor it to the fullest, y’all. The conclusion is great:

Ms. Lovelace, the promoter at the Underworld venue in London, said that theories have continued to circulate about the musician’s motivations.

“Some people think this is some kind of genius level art project or social experiment. Some people think his mum booked the tour, and jokes have been cracked that maybe his parents are tied up in a basement in L.A. while he’s swanned off with their credit card,” she said. “I still can’t decide if it’s genius or insanity — but it’s probably a bit of both.”

Whatever the case may be, Jered Threatin has hereby secured his status as a bona fide, capital-L Legend of showbiz…and he deserves it, too. Bonus points to anyone who recognizes where I swiped my title from.

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Sorry, still not buying the “WE WON” thing

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He says this like it’s a GOOD thing.



We’ve already HAD this shit for going on two years now—accompanied by rioting, violent assault, even shootings and attempted murder—and he’s not sick and tired of it yet?

Some more things we’ll get to “enjoy” for the next two years, until Trump goes down to defeat in 2020—assuming he doesn’t get fed up, throws up his hands, says to hell with it, and doesn’t even bother to run: a staggering, collapsing economy; the scorn of our foreign enemies; open borders; plenty of Islamic terrorism; the Supersizing of government everywhere; open contempt from the Marxist Left; Moar Mueller; investigations and impeachment.

You know I love ya, Dave, I truly do. But I just don’t get the whole “defeat is VICTORY!!” thing, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to. New category, much as I hate the thought of how much use I’ll be getting from the damned thing: LOSING!

“Glorious”? Umm, no. Just…no. Not hardly, not by a long yard.

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Degeneration

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Sowing chaos, with nefarious intent.

A Florida school district allowed a self-described transgender female student regular access to the boys’ locker room, with no advance warning to the boys or their parents. The first time she walked in, she caught “boys (literally) with their pants down, causing them embarrassment and concern by the fact that they had been observed changing by an obvious girl,” says a complaint letter to Pasco County School District from Liberty Counsel, a pro-bono constitutional law firm.

With a “gag order,” school administrators forbade teachers from talking about the change, and ordered a male P.E. teacher to supervise the potentially undressed girl in the Chasco Middle School locker room, the letter says. When he refused to “knowingly place himself in a position to observe a minor female in the nude or otherwise in a state of undress,” administrators told him “he will be transferred to another school as discipline for ‘not doing your job in the locker room.’”

In an email, an administrator initially threatened to put the male coach on administrative leave, telling him that refusing to supervise a potentially naked female student would “not be tolerated,”said Liberty Counsel attorney Richard Mast. The school’s other P.E. teacher, who is female, also objected and was ignored.

Pasco parents have yet to be informed by the school of this situation, yet the transgender student continues to have open access to private male areas, according to Liberty Counsel. Despite the initial September incident, then legal contact in October, the elected board for the district with 70,500 students has so far taken no action and administrators have refused to budge.

“Unfortunately these things are going on across the country, primarily with school psychologists and guidance counselors,” said Mast. He noted that it’s standard for public schools to pass transgender policies without informing parents, voters, or taxpayers first. That means the public only hears about it after children have been affected, withholding all opportunities for parents to prevent their child’s exposure to this kind of sexual indoctrination, confusion, and exploitation.

Last year in a Georgia public school, a five-year-old girl was allegedly sexually assaulted by a “gender-fluid” male classmate in the school bathroom after a transgender policy allowed him access. He allegedly pushed her against the wall and repeatedly jammed his fingers into her genitals while she struggled. The district refuses to believe the alleged victim and the mother has pulled her daughter from the school, which never notified her of the incident and maintains its bathroom policy.

Unpossible. We’ve been repeatedly told by our betters that this kind of assault has never happened, because it can’t happen, because reasons.

It appears Pasco schools adopted their transgender policies with no notice to their elected school board, parents, or voters. Instead, they were implemented after the district hired Jackie Jackson-Dean, a school psychologist, as a LGBT liason. Her website lists her as the “primary author of the school district’s [LGBT] best practices guide,” which names her as its”lead content developer.” That guide says transgender pronouns, locker room, bathroom, dress code, and sports access are a student’s “right.”

So, having a school “LGBT liaison” is now a thing, is it? Say, just how deep DOES this rabbit hole go, anyway?

An OutCoast.com article from 2017 says Jackson-Dean uses her position at the school to connect students with an organization called Metro, which has nine Tampa Bay locations. Metro helps LGBT minors and adults meet, gives counseling to LGBT-identified and questioning people including minors, and hands out drugs that aim to reduce HIV transmission when people have risky sex. Metro website notes that the Food and Drug Administration has approved this drug for children 15 to 17, meaning legal minors.

What, no NAMBLA referrals? If not, why not? Is this “expert” some kind of closeted H8RRR or something?

An “LGBT-Inclusive School,” Jackson-Dean’s guide says, has: “Health and sexuality education that is inclusive of all sexual orientations and gender identities”; “curriculum that regularly includes information about LGBT people, history, and events”; and “Library resources and displays that are inclusive of LGBT people, history, and issues.” It also has “Proms, homecoming, and athletic events that allow for gender-neutral alternatives to ‘King’ and ‘Queen’”; and “Observations of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day that affirm all family structures.”

“We are building a better world. All of them, better worlds.”

A school that is helping LGBT students will not only treat families as potential sources of trauma whose rejection directly leads to LGBT children’s depression and suicide, but also have “‘Out’ teachers,” “Inclusive paperwork (e.g. NOT mother/father),” and “Messaging from administration regarding non-tolerance of harassment and discrimination,” the guide says.

Jeez, but what a sprawling, destructive, indecipherable mess. Which, if you think that isn’t the entire point and purpose of all this balderdash, you got yourself some more thinking to do.

The boundless, balls-out arrogance of these “educators” is what really stands out like a beacon to me. They manipulate the children for PC purposes, ignore or openly defy the rights of parents to any authority or even input regarding the “education” of their own children, operate in secret without oversight, and are unaccountable to anyone other than their own superiors at the state and federal level. They infantilize parents, sexualize children, and politicize the education process itself.

A number of commenters to the article say that this is the hill to die on—the line in the sand dividing peaceful attempts at dialogue, reconciliation, and redress from violence and war. Given that, as I’ve so often said, all of our problems with the seditious Left begin with government-school indoctrination of our youth, I’m having a hard time finding a way to argue with that.

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Flore-duh finally gets it right

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What the hell, why not.

FLORIDA—As Florida finally wrapped up its contentious recount of the votes tallied in the recent midterm elections, a winner was finally declared: Al Gore is now the president of the United States.

The recount process at long last found the “missing votes” that would have handed Gore the presidency back in 2000, making him the official president of the country.

“Well, it’s about time,” Gore said in his acceptance speech. “Thanks to all the fine people that made this happen. It really is too bad that the earth is going to be destroyed by fire by 2015–err, I mean, 2019, or else I could really savor my presidency.”

Gore will be granted two terms as US president, ousting President Trump and canceling the 2020 election. “We just assume he would have won again and ushered in a liberal golden age,” said an election official. “So he’s got 8 years to reclaim his lost time. Make the most of it, Al, and great job. You deserve it!”

It’s satire, natch…OR IS IT?!?

In other news, Republicans and conservative pundits across the nation rushed to declare VICTORY after this not-all-that-surprising development.

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More futile post-mort

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The people have spoken, and now they must be punished.

Arizona’s Senate race was perhaps the most surprising, and disturbing, midterm result for Republicans and Trump fans. Many struggle to understand how Barry Goldwater’s home state will send a former pink tutu-wearing antiwar activist to Washington. The answer is instructive regarding what Trump Republicanism must do to build a majority.

The biggest reason Martha McSally lost is the same reason Republicans lost control of the House: RINOs. Across the nation, moderate college-educated independents who had frequently backed Republicans in prior elections switched sides. We can see this trend both in the Arizona exit polls and the results reported to date.

Support for Republicans has collapsed since 2012 among college-educated Arizonans when Mitt Romney cruised to a 54-44 win over Barack Obama, crushing him by a63-36 percent margin among college graduates. This year, while Republican Governor Doug Ducey even more easily won victory by a 56-42 margin, he barely carried college grads with only a 51-46 margin. McSally ran against a much tougher opponent in Kyrsten Sinema and ended up losing college grads by a 52-47 margin. Since college grads cast nearly one-quarter of the state’s votes, that 10-point swing added nearly 2.5 percent to Sinema’s margin. Since her lead is currently below two percent, this was the difference between victory and defeat.

Oh come now: Sinema, a “tough opponent”? The über-liberal candidate who contemptuously sneered that the state she represents was “the meth lab of democracy,” who called stay-at-home moms “leeches,” who said that Arizonans were “crazy”?

And yet.

And yet she WAS a tough opponent, as it turned out, because after a short round of the usual Democrat Socialist ballot-diddling, rigging, and fixing, she emerged victorious.

Arizonans, it would seem, ARE crazy—after sending the odious John McCain back to Mordor On The Potomac again and again and again, then sending the perhaps-more-repugnant airhead Jeff Flake off to replace him, then putting the cherry on top of the shit-sundae by allowing the Sinema-McSally contest to wind up within the margin of fraud, what else could they possibly be called?

Then again, in a sane country, there wouldn’t even be a Democrat Socialist Party to begin with—not one like the commie cavalcade of freaks, frauds, whiners, liars, and degenerates we’re afflicted with now, there wouldn’t.

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Bummer

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Remember the story about the homeless guy buying gas for a woman stranded in Philly, after which they rasied a bunch of dough for him with a GoFundMe campaign? I wrote about it myself at the time; if I remember right, the homeless guy was a military vet; after the girl he helped and her husband tracked him down, he got himself cleaned up, found a job and place to live, etc. He had finally gotten himself back on track, and the whole thing was just heartwarming, a real feel-good story if ever there was one.

Well. About all that.

Authorities say a New Jersey couple and a homeless man made up a “feel good” story about the man helping them so they could raise money through an online fundraiser.

Burlington County prosecutors outlined the allegations against Mark D’Amico, Katelyn McClure and Johnny Bobbitt on Thursday. All three are charged with theft by deception and conspiracy to commit theft by deception.

The couple has claimed they set up a GoFundMe page for Bobbitt after he helped McClure get gas when she became stranded in Philadelphia last year. But prosecutors say they found evidence all three knew each other for at least a month before and set up the scheme.

D’Amico and McClure surrendered Wednesday night. Their attorney said they have no comment. Bobbitt is jailed in Philadelphia. A previous lawyer of his didn’t return a call seeking comment.

I guess the lesson here is that cynical old farts like me should never, ever let our dwindling faith in humanity be even partially restored by stories like this. Not until the other shop drops, at least. Confirmation, as if any were needed, that the Warm Fuzzies will lead ya astray every danged time.

Bah.

(Via Sundance)

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Preach it, brother

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Oh, how I love this.

A Chicago pastor who asked a man dressed in drag to leave a worship service because he was dressed like a woman stands by his actions after coming under fire.

A Facebook video of the Sunday night encounter shows Antonio Rocquemore of Power House International Ministries asking the unidentified man to step out into the aisle.

“Can you leave my church and go put on man clothes? And don’t come here like that no more,” Rocquemore can be seen telling the man in the video, posted by Christian James Lhuillier.

“i hold a standard in here. Whatever you do on the outside is your business, but I will not let drag queens come in here. If you’re gonna come in here you’re gonna dress like a man.”

People in the crowd cheered and said “Amen” and “thank you Jesus” as Rocquemore addressed the young man.

Then, as predictable as the fucking sunrise, here comes the liberal bullshit.

But Lhuillier posted the video on Monday because he was angered by what he saw. It has been viewed more than 420,000 times.

“Some of y’all are going to have to excuse my language but I am tired of this s**t,” Lhuillier wrote in his post.

“In a place that is supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it why would you destroy someone in front of a room full of people. This is the kind of bulls**t that causes people to go home and commit suicide.

“S**t like this is the reason that the church has no power in 2018 because they are so worried about the wrong things.”

Hardly. If the Christian church truly has no power in 2018, it stems not from “worrying about the wrong things” but from putting up with disrespect, denigration, insult, and attack from the Left with no stronger reaction in its own defense than running out of cheeks to turn.

The good Reverend Rocquemore is right on the beam: this cross-dressing fucktard needs to leave his sexual kinks at home on Sunday instead of bringing them to church—just as I need to, just as you do, just as we all do—be those kinks what they may. The church is no place for that crap, and anyone serious about his/her faith knows it, respects it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I strongly suspect that this episode, like the contrived bake-me-a-gay-wedding-cake-or-else imbroglio, is the precursor to a lawsuit intended to degrade and humiliate everyone not on board with Lefty’s destructive, degenerate agenda, forcing us once again not just to tolerate the bizarre and/or dysfunctional, but to actively celebrate it. Count on it; they’re working a plan here, and they will never stop until either we knuckle under or they are dead, dead, dead.

Rest assured: if by chance this asshole is more or less apolitical (unlikely) and not a conniving Lefty himself, then the people who put him up to this little stunt most assuredly are. Not content to politicize everydamndthing under the sun, they also have to sexualize it all, too. Not because they’re driven by rampant libido, mind, but because it’s just another way of working their tiresome old political wheeze—another arrow in the Progtard quiver, and another aspect of life they just can’t keep their grubby, strangling mitts off of.

Good for the Rev for telling the skeevy weenie-wagger off, and for the supportive flock he shepherds too; nice to know that at least some traditional values survive in Shitcago even yet. I can’t see anyone hearing a whole lot of “God DAMN America” bushwa on Sundays from Rev Rocquemore either, although that’s just a gut assumption and I could be all wet on it.

Bottom line: you wanna attend Sunday worship? You dress appropriately and show the proper decorum in the house of the Lord, then. You wanna put on a freakshow and get your rocks off by drawing attention to yourself, rubbing your warped urges in others’ faces—well, there are plenty of places out there that cater to people like you, places which Normals are perfectly happy to pass by and let be. Stay out of our churches—to adapt a line from the great Larry Brown: take your goober-grabbing on down the road someplace else—lest you walk into the wrong church one fine Sunday and wind up getting way more attention than you figured on, or wanted.

Via Ace, who forgoes the “degenerate” angle to amusingly work the “RAYCISS!™” one instead.

Update! After looking over this story again and thinking on it some more, I failed to mention two more things that frost the hell out of me. One: “…after coming under fire”? Now, we know this phrase is just another of those Enemedia stratagems, like “sources say” or “concerns have been raised” that allow the “journalist” to sneak in his own opinion with a little weight added by the subterfuge. But if the Reverend truly DID “come under fire” by people in his community other than the cross-dressing fruit, the media, and Angry Guy who posted the video—well, that would be another in a long list of recent indicators of just how far gone this nation is.

Two, viz Angry Guy himself: he says a church is “supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it.” Oh, rilly? IS it now. That’s some way sophisticated understanding of liturgical shit there, bub. Especially that “whatever you want to call it.” Why, anyone can see you’ve given the doctrine of this church—of Protestant Christianity itself, in fact—one hell of a lot of Deep Thought, in your own clumsy, semi-literate way.

And here I’d always thought church was a place of worship, a place of repentance, self-denial, and humility—a place of rejection of the mundane and corporeal and embrace of the spiritual, ineffable, and sublime. Above all else, a place of joyful expression of the congregation’s love and devotion to God, of their gratitude for His mercy and forgiveness, of glorifying and praising Him. “A place of CHANGE”? Well, I suppose it actually can be thought of that way as well, superficial and generic as the notion is. But that is by NO means the central focus or purpose of the church.

I have to wonder if this putz had ever even attended services, there or anywhere else, before launching this bullshit campaign to force the Reverend Rocquemore into line with current shitlib canon. If by some chance Angry Guy IS a regular, then I wonder, too, if he usually records the service on video. Myself, I’d bet that he just HAPPENED to show up this one time—on the particular day that the freak put on his provocative little act—and just HAPPENED to record the freak’s ouster and posted it on Fakebook, too. Five will get you ten Angry Guy is MUCH better acquainted with the cross-dresser than he is with the Reverend, or any of his congregants.

Because he’s “tired of this shit,” see. If so, I can wholeheartedly assure him that he is NOT the only one.

I wonder, too, why they didn’t try to spring their little Drag Night shit-stirring extravaganza on a mosque instead of a Christian church. Kinda gives the whole game away right out of the gate, don’t it?

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Goes around, comes around

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To paraphrase Chris Rock: know who I feel the worst for? Ike Turner. Because he was king of the woman-beaters till CPL Avenatti came along.

Michael Avenatti, who became famous for representing Stormy Daniels in her battle with President Trump, has been arrested for felony domestic violence … law enforcement sources tell TMZ.

Our law enforcement sources say Avenatti was arrested Wednesday after a woman filed a felony DV report. We’re told her face was “swollen and bruised” with “red marks” on both cheeks.

Our sources say the alleged incident occurred Tuesday night, but there was another confrontation Wednesday between the two at an exclusive apartment building in the Century City area of L.A.

We’re told Wednesday afternoon the woman was on the sidewalk on her cellphone with sunglasses covering her eyes, sobbing and screaming on the phone, “I can’t believe you did this to me.  I’m going to get a restraining order against you.”

He denies everything, of course, saying that it wasn’t him, it was three other guys, he never met the bitch, and she hit him first anyway. But the real problem here, the thing that brought all this on in the first place? As with all other battered-woman cases in the world, she just wouldn’t listen.

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Emboldened, and all-in

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So you probably know by know about the latest Lefty restaurant attack, this one merely verbal, launched by some slime-encrusted, mentally unbalanced pustule against Tucker Carlson’s daughter. Naturally, sewer-crawling lawyer Michael Avenatti has involved himself, “investigating” the risible charge that Carlson “assaulted” said pustule in retaliation for cruelly browbeating his daughter. That’s the backstory; I’ll let Steyn take it from there:

While we’re on the subject of Tucker: The thing about Michael Avenatti, the Creepy Porn Lawyer, is that he’s better at being creepy than at being a lawyer. In fact ,he’s an even crappier lawyer than Eric M George, which is kind of impressive and a point to bear in mind if you’re thinking of retaining his services: So, while Creepy is planning his presidential run, his most famous client Stormy Daniels is broke and working cheap strip joints following the dismissal of her meritless defamation suit against Trump, after which Judge Otero additionally ordered Stormy to pay the President’s legal fees. That’s extremely rare in America: a penniless nobody has to have a real stinker of a case to get stuck with paying for a billionaire’s lawyers. But that’s how good a job Avenatti did. Creepy’s second most famous client, Julie Swetnick, swore that Brett Kavanaugh organized drug-and-gang-rape parties in the Eighties, and she’s now been referred to the Department of Justice for criminal investigation. So Creepy Porn Lawyer is moving on. Hence this Saturday night Tweet:

We are investigating an alleged assault on a gay latino immigrant committed by T. Carlson.

On TV last week, after the mob besieged Tucker’s home an hour before the show when he was already at the studio, Brian Kilmeade asked him about how he felt about not being there to protect his wife, and then qualified the question by conceding that it was a little, in Brian’s word, “retro”. And Tucker said something to the effect that he wouldn’t want to live in a society where men didn’t instinctively want to protect their wives. Likewise, I wouldn’t want to live in a society where men and boys didn’t instinctively want to defend their daughters and sisters in the face of provocations like the above. “Retro” as it might be, I would certainly punch out any guy who said anything remotely close to that to my own daughter. Because the alternative – accepting it and continuing through to the desserts and digestifs as if nothing has happened – is unconscionable, not just for the individuals concerned but for the broader culture.

This is where all the “safe space” “micro-aggression” “hate speech” rubbish leads. Tucker and this guy don’t know each other; they have no personal relationship; they differ only on matters of public policy – on immigration or sexual identity politics or whatever the hell his bugbear is. But, if your reaction to a fellow who advocates a different immigration policy is to go after his teenage daughter, you’re a goon who’s making any kind of public discourse impossible – indeed, making democratic politics and representative government impossible. The left is going to have to re-learn how to debate – the issues, that is, not whether the chap raising the issue has a “whore” for a daughter. Because the alternative, the way these morons are going, is civil war.

It’s a vain hope, Mark; these filthwads aren’t in the least interested in “debate,” and will definitely not be brought around to re-learning how. We should only hope there’s still enough stalwarts on our side to bring them their civil war; to win it resoundingly; and to thoroughly grind their faces in defeat for years afterward, until all the will to violent Marxist revolution is crushed out of them entirely.

As for Carlson, if ever there was an instance of punching some bully-boy ass-welt in the face being eminently justifiable, it would have to be this one. Tucker should have beaten this coward into bloody goo and let the legal chips fall where they may. If America is so ethically adrift that it could provide a jury willing to convict a man for reacting vigorously—and appropriately—to a vile, completely unprovoked assault on his daughter, then the country is too far gone to be worth saving.

As my dad used to say, the guy was aching for a breaking; he damned sure should have gotten one, not only as a matter of simple justice but also pour encourager les autres. Every time we let another of these Lefty shitweasels slide on outrages like this, we guarantee that there will be more of it…and worse.

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Raising Stealing Arizona

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Just a little bit more of this kind of “winning” will finish us off completely.

Democrat congresswoman Kyrsten Sinema was declared the winner of Arizona’s U.S. Senate race Monday night, almost a week after final midterm election votes were cast.

Republican Martha McSally showed an early lead in the race to replace Sen. Jeff Flake as one of Arizona’s two U.S. Senators, but after two days of vote counting, that lead flipped to Democrat Sinema. That lead widened as Maricopa County released batch after batch of vote results. As of Monday evening, Sinema had garnered 49.68 percent of the vote to McSally’s 47.96 percent, a difference of 1.72 percent and over 38,000 votes. Sinema had 1,097,321 votes to McSally’s 1,059,124 votes at the time.

McSally issued a video concession Monday after AP called the race for Sinema.

So, with Sinema in, Bill Nelson likely to follow, and Republican “control” of the Senate resting on the quaking shoulders of Murkowski, Collins, and (gulp!) Mitt Fucking Romney, can anybody seriously claim that we’re better off than we were before? I repeat: if this is “winning,” we could do with a lot less of it.

Update! Want to end Democrat-Socialist election fraud? Here’s how.

Enough is enough. Election after election, boxes of Democrat ballots show up in counties run by Democratic election supervisors to benefit Democratic candidates who, once they steal their opponent’s election night victory, will join the chorus warning of Russian interference in our elections. Last time I checked, there were no Russian election officials in Palm Beach or Broward counties in Florida.

Democrats have long pushed for voting ease at the expense of voting integrity, pushing measures from voting by mail, to Motor Voter laws, to same-day registration while opposing voter ID laws which requires people to show up on election day with proof they are who they say they are. They claim Voter ID laws are designed to disenfranchise voters. So does the sudden appearance of mystery ballots days, even weeks, after elections without a documented chain of custody or certainty that other ballots weren’t destroyed or that the ballots found were cast by real, live American citizens.

As election night victories seemingly slip away from GOP candidates like Martha McSally in Arizona, Brian Kemp in Georgia, and Rick Scott and Ron DeSantis in Florida, one can almost hear Democrat operatives and election officials asking the same question — how many votes does the Democrat candidate need? As in the race that put Al Franken in the Senate, recounts and lawsuits will inevitably continue until the Democrat takes the lead and then the counting will stop with nary a protest from the legacy media or the Russians.

Things like motor voter and early voting are a plague on our electoral integrity that even the Russians couldn’t dream up. Early voting is an excuse for laziness that doesn’t allow a voter to change his mind. Early voters can move to another jurisdiction or even be dead on election day. Motor voter is problematic in states that hand licenses out to illegal aliens who then can drive to the polls and vote, disenfranchising American citizens. Provisional ballots make no sense. If you can’t properly register by election day, don’t bother to show up. It is not that hard. Put down your cell phone, register, and wait for the next election. Mail-in ballots are invitations to fraud, plagued with signatures that don’t match and ballots denied depending on the election judge’s finite wisdom or political prejudice.

Just what is so hard about requiring a voter to physically show up on election day with an ID that proves they are alive, an American citizen, and who they say they are?

It’s not that it’s hard. It’s that it would screw up the whole fraudulent sham of a system. It’s a solution so simple it will never, ever be tried—because The Powers That Be don’t consider our current shitshow of corruption and malfeasance to be a problem.

Our eternal national conceit—that American elections are honestly conducted, with integrity and fairness, producing reliable results deserving of acceptance—is a delusional fairytale. That disgraceful fact has just been demonstrated for us yet again, even more blatantly and brazenly than ever before. But just you watch: come 2020, the loathsome Brenda Snipes will still be running Broward County’s elections, guar-on-teed. I’ll happily eat my damned hat if she ain’t.

Or do you really believe soon-to-be-Governor Gillum will demand her head on a pike or something?

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The monkey in the wrench

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Gum up their works.

These people, these communists, these greenies who are communist red on the inside, these foreign citizens, these would-be tyrants and dictators have decided that only their views are important, only they know how to do the right thing and you are either too lazy, stupid or inbred to conceive of their magnificence and brilliance. They know who to choose for a governor, or a mayor, or a representative, or a senator and since you are too stupid to agree with them, they will just have to vote ten times more often to ensure that the right thing is done.

That is exactly how they see you, but those are just the useful idiots, the trolling dupes, the ragtag Antifa leadership, the self-righteous college graduates who actually swallowed the vomit spewed by their communist professors and assistants. They are the elementary, middle school and high school teachers and principals who look down on the poor, confused parents, who are so politically backward, they have to send messages to them on how to behave by their own children, who themselves are victims of this diabolical disease called communism, collectivism, socialism and authoritarianism.

These are the overpaid athletes who laugh at you for wanting them to at least show a modicum of respect for the nation that has taken them out of the gutters and placed them at the highest level of societal status, so they kneel when you want them to stand as an insult to everything patriotic and decent about America. They are the celebrities who have not even a smidgen of understanding of what it takes to get up everyday and go to a job you hate in order to send your child to college. They are the deep state clerks and mid-level Senior Executive Service (SES) employees who have the game so rigged none of you serfs will ever get a hint of the lifestyles you would live if they did not spend every dime you pay in taxes monitoring, recording and using illegal means of surveillance to destroy any hope you have of living a life like theirs. They will regulate you, tax you, use your money to defeat you, to defeat your candidates, offer lies and  defamations to keep you right where you are putting tax dollars in their pockets to hate, despise and some even pity you for the uninformed dolts they believe you are.

They are all communists, they are all traitors, usurpers, criminals, thieves, bullies, tyrants and the real problem is, they laugh about it. They enjoy their evil. They enjoy your pain and fear. It gives them power.

Ask yourself why banks got bailed out, insurance companies got bailed out, investment firms got bailed out, automakers got bailed out, the richest 1% kept all of their money, but not one home loan was forgiven despite the fact that companies that held the mortgages went bankrupt and in some cases no one even understood who actually held the mortgage to these people’s homes and yet they were taken from them when they had paid more than half the balance. These people might have paid $250,000 on a $260,000 loan and because they got laid off when almost every business was struggling to stay alive due to the malfeasance of bankers, stock brokers and mortgage companies, they lost their homes, homes they had spent a lifetime trying to pay off so they could retire on a marginal income. That’s what they think of you, that they can take your life savings and save the banks and they will do it again.

But, the one thing left out in all of this is one simple, undeniable fact that gives you, the individual, power over all of them, total, utter and complete power to overcome your status as a slave to their nefarious plans.

TL spells out exactly what that one thing is, and he has a plan.

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Remembrance

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The best Veterans’ Day post I’ve seen has gotta be Gerard’s.

In time, I left home for the University and, in the manner of young men in the 1960s and since, I came upon a lot of new and, to my young mind, excellent ideas. A minor one of these was that it was time to stop being a ‘Jerry’ — a name I associated for some reason with young men with red hair, freckles and a gawky resemblance to Howdy Doody. I decided that I would reject my family’s preferences and call myself by my given name, ‘Gerard.’ In fact, in the callous manner of heedless boys on the verge of adulthood, I would insist upon it. I duly informed my parents and would correct them when they lapsed back to ‘Jerry.’

This attitude served me well enough and soon it seemed I had trained my bothers and my parents in my new name. Of course, I’d taken this name not because of who my uncle had been or because of the cause for which he gave his life, but for the selfish reason that it simply sounded more “dignified” to my ears.

I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley and it was 1965 and we had no truck with the US military that was “brutally repressing” the people of Vietnam. We were stupid and young and nothing that has happened at Berkeley since then has changed the youth and stupidity of its students. If anything, my era at the University just made it somehow possible for Berkeley students to think that their attitudes were as noble and as pure in their minds as they were stupid and selfish in reality. I was no longer a “Jerry” but a “Gerard” and I was going to make the world safe from America.

My name change plan went well as long as I confined it to my immediate family and my friends at the University. It went so well that it made me even stupid enough to try to extend it to my grandparents during a Thanksgiving at their home.

At some point during the meal, my grandmother said something like, “Would you like some more creamed onions, Jerry?”

And because I was a very selfish and stupid young man, I looked at her and said, “Grandma, everyone here knows that I’m not Jerry any longer. I’m Gerard and you’ve just got to get used to calling me that.”

Immediately, the silence came into the room. It rose out of the center of the table and expanded until it reached the walls and then just dropped down over the room like a large, dark shroud.

Nobody moved. Very slowly every set of eyes of my family came around and looked at me. Not angry, but just looking. At me. The silence went on. Then my grandmother, whose eyes were wet, rose from the table and said, “No. I can’t do that. I just can’t.” She left the table and walked down the hallway to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.

The silence compounded itself until my grandfather rose from his chair and walked to the middle of the hallway. He took a framed photograph off the wall where hung next to a framed gold star. It had been in that place so long that I’d stopped seeing it.

My grandfather walked back to the table and very gently handed me the photograph. It showed a smooth-faced handsome young flyer with an open smile. He was dressed in fleece-lined leather flying jacket and leaning casually against the fuselage of a bomber. You could see the clear plastic in the nose of the plane just above his head to his right. On the picture, was the inscription: “Folks, Here’s my new office! Love, Gerard.”

My grandfather stood behind me as I looked at the picture. “You are not Gerard. You just have his name, but you are not him. That is my son. He is Gerard. If you don’t mind, we will continue to call you Jerry in this house. If you do mind, you do not have to come here any more.”

Then he took the picture away and put it back in its place on the wall. He knocked on the bedroom door, went in, and in a few minutes he and my grandmother came back to the table. Nobody else had said a word. We’d just sat there. I was wishing to be just about anyplace else in the world than where I was.

They sat down and my grandmother said, “So, Jerry, would you like some more creamed onions?”

I nodded, they were passed and the meal went on. My parents never said a word. Not then and not after. And, to their credit, they continued to call me Gerard. But not at my grandparents’ house.

An incredibly moving story, and an incredible piece of writing, of which you want to read every word. And again, here’s the link to donate to Gerard, who in case you missed it was burned out in the Cali wildfires and lost everything. Help the man out if you can.

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Veterans Day

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Fascinating piece on French painter Henri Farré, documentarian of the birth of military aviation.

When World War I broke out, Farré decided to return home to France and do his part. Because of his artistic skills, he was given a rather interesting military commission to depict the war on canvas. While other artists, such as John Singer Sargent, also saw duty recording events like battles and troop movements during World War I, Farré was asked to record the brand new combat sector of military aviation for posterity. It would prove to be what set him apart from all other artists working at the time.

Between 1914 and 1917, Farré traveled to battlefronts and training grounds around France, painting images of aircraft and the men who flew and maintained them. These artistic duties often brought him into great personal peril, such as serving as a gunner at the back of a two-seater airplane, trying to machine-gun a German plane while trying to keep his sketchbook clamped between his knees.

What he saw up in the clouds, as he and his pilot stared at death head-on, often affected him so powerfully that sometimes he would start painting as soon as possible after getting back on the ground, while the colors and light effects he had seen were still fresh in his mind’s eye.

The paintings Farré produced were quite varied, and don’t fit neatly into a single category. Some of the images would not look at all out of place hanging next to a piece by Childe Hassam or Camille Pissarro––all sparkling tones and azure skies. Others are strikingly, violently different, featuring deep blacks and intense flashes of red, green, and yellow, symbolizing things like incendiary bombs or tracer fire. These works exhibit the kind of quick, punctuated, but deliberate brushwork that one sees from Henri Matisse or André Derain.

In 1919, Farré published his memoir of the war, titled after the exhibition and illustrated with a number of his works. He recounted his efforts to get to know (and capture in his art) the men with whom he served, and what aerial combat was really like. It’s an absolute howl of a book, despite its very serious subject matter, because these early flyboys were a riot: tough, smart, and daring, yet sophisticated and nonchalant. Farré was a generation older than they, yet they accepted him as one of their own, because he jumped right into the gung-ho spirit of things with them.

In the book, Farré shares stories of some truly harrowing combat adventures, all the more terrifying when one realizes that there is no cover over the cockpit, no parachute, and no way to survive coming down if you get hit.

No protection from the elements either; I have an old dead-tree biography of Richtofen somewhere around here which has a picture of him suited up beside his famous blood-red DR1 just before a wintertime flight, wearing great bulky furs and cumbersome, elbow-length gloves. I bet he was still damned cold up there even with all that gear on, too. Elsewhere, Aesop wishes his beloved Corps a happy birthday with a picture of the recent MOH ceremony honoring Marine Sgt. Maj. John Canley:

When you look for another service where an 80-year old who retired 30 years ago gets his Medal of Honor, still fits his dress blues, and looks like he could still be on active duty, but don’t find one anywhere else, you’ll know what they mean about “Once A Marine, Always A Marine.”

Heh. S’truth. I’ve known a bunch of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children over the years, and you could say the same about most of ’em. They may leave the Corps, but the Corps never leaves them.

Oh, and for slope-shouldered pussyboy dumbass Barrack Obama: that’s pronounced “core,” not “corpse,” punk.

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The more things change…

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The return of Chad! Sounds like a sort of 60s-era Beach Blanket Bingo meets the Wolfman horror movie, doesn’t it? Not nearly as entertaining but twice as terrifying, unfortunately.

As I have said lo, these many years, when Republicans win elections, they have to win beyond the Margin of Lawyer. Otherwise, regardless of who won on Election Day, the Democrat always wins on Post-Election Day, because mysteriously all the missing ballot boxes found in dumpsters and recycling bins and the trunks of Democrat cars contain virtually no Republican votes. Alas, in the Sunshine State of Florida, the GOP’s gubernatorial and senatorial candidates failed to win beyond the Margin of Lawyer, and as a result we’re all discovering, two decades on, that the same institutional corruption that put US electoral integrity on a par with the Congo is still there, entirely unspoiled by progress. Everything else in the world has been transformed beyond recognition – newspapers, telephones, Bruce Jenner – but the Florida chadlands have been lovingly preserved as a wacky Recount theme park.

Steyn then goes on to reminisce, via excerpts from his columns on Al Gore’s precedent-establishing attempt to lawyer his way into the Presidency in 2000, thankfully thwarted—which in turn created a twisted sense of grievance the Left still nurtures to this very day, amounting to a loss never to be forgiven or forgotten by the Left. In fact, looking back, that defeat was probably the moment when their already-tenuous grip on sanity finally broke for good.

It was eighteen years ago that Florida’s election systems were revealed to the world as both farcical and corrupt. But here we again, with nothing changed. Because apparently Floridians – or, at any rate, their political class, like it that way.

Ain’t just Flore-duh, Mark. They’re going to steal Arizona too, and get away with it. And just like that, the Republican “victory” in holding onto the Senate will rest entirely on the backs of stalwart “severe conservatives” Murkowski, Collins, and…Mitt Romney.

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Breaking bad

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Claremont’s The American Mind is thinking about Trump.

After almost three years, American progressives and the conservative Never Trumpers are no closer to understanding the man and the political situation he’s helped to create than they ever were. If we wish to make some progress in understanding him and the state of the country, we need to start from a different point of view.

Good character remains more desirable and honorable than bad character—even if bad character does not necessarily make for a bad president, nor good character for a good president. Based on his critics’ account of him, the question about Trump would seem to be, at least from the conservative point of view: how comes such a bad man to do so much good? That is, is it really the case, as the Never Trumpers’ minor premise asserts, that Trump is such a bad man? So bad that it was morally imperative to usher Hillary Clinton to the White House in his stead?

I’m reminded of Winston Churchill’s line about the socialist Stafford Cripps: “He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” The Never Trumpers see no virtues in Trump, and admire none of his vices. The resulting portrait is a caricature, a rough, unrevealing one. No one would ever call him a moral paragon—not even the president himself. But the Trump universe theorized by the Never Trumpers is all dark matter; it doesn’t acknowledge the traits we see with our own eyes, including some admirable vices, but also his distinctive virtues, whether we choose to dislike them or not. The critics seem to prefer an explanation of Trump that is, as the cosmologists say, non-luminous.

Michael Barone’s Hard America, Soft America: Competition vs. Coddling and the Battle for the Nation’s Future (2004) is a short book with a useful distinction that begins to illuminate the phenomenon of Trump. It describes two countries, as it were. “Hard America” is shaped by the marketplace forces of competition and accountability. “Soft America” is the realm of public schools, self-esteem, and government social programs. The latter, according to Barone, produces incompetent and unambitious 18-year-olds, the former hard-charging and adaptable 30-year-olds. Somehow, uneasily, modern America includes both.

Donald Trump considers himself a kind of ambassador from hard America to soft America. Many (not all) of the asperities of his character are related to his career path. He calls himself “a builder,” and America “a nation of builders.” He knows his way around a construction site, and his virtues and vices skew to that hard, brazen, masculine world of getting things built quickly, durably, beautifully if possible, and in any case profitably. He wants to revive hard America’s mines, factories, and building sites, in the face of what he knows is the growing power of its despisers in soft America.

Trump also knows his way around a television studio. The hard reality of being a builder and landlord is combined, in his case, with being a longstanding reality-TV star. If the preceding president cast himself in the role of “no-drama” Obama, the current one plays all-drama-all-the-time Trump. From the beginning his kind of real estate verged on show business. Branding and selling his name, which have constituted the largest part of his business for a while, represented for him another step in the direction of show business. Show business is a business, however, and Trump likes to interpret what might be considered the softer side of his career in the hardest possible terms. He emphasizes numbers—the ratings, the advertising dollars, the size of his crowds. He has survived in several cutthroat industries, and intends to add politics to the list.

Whether in business or in politics, Trump disliked the airs and claims of “experts,” detached from and above the subjects of their experiments. He distrusted their glibness, too. He identified with working men and women, and promised (at least) to add jobs, to boost economic growth, to “win” for pipe-fitters and waitresses, too. He defended their Social Security but blasted the fraud of Obamacare, whereas Romney had scorned the 47%’s “entitlements” but gave Obamacare (based, you may recall, on Romneycare) a pass. Romney lacked perhaps what Kanye West would call “dragon energy.” When in a primary election he had done well among voters without a high school degree, Trump memorably declared, “I love the poorly educated.” You’d never hear Romney, nor any other mainstream Republican, say that!

These are but a few of the character traits that add up to make Trump, love him or hate him, one of our greatest and most accomplished Presidents—after not even two years in office. This is a long but REALLY good article, which serves as a springboard for several AmMind articles also taking a deeper look at Trump—including this one:

It is a testimony to the sanctimonious humorlessness of our elites that they still don’t find Trump funny. He has an undeniable knack for coming up with catchy, biting nicknames. No amount of Red Bull will ever help poor Jeb shed his “Low Energy” moniker. And who can hear Elizabeth Warren’s name and not think of Pocahontas? (Trump didn’t coin that one, but he definitely made it stick).

Though the political value of a sense of humor is considerably underappreciated, it is not, at the end of day, a great virtue. Courage is though. And here Kesler does not fully give Trump his due. He only ascribes to him “a kind of courage in defense of one’s own.” Trump, in fact, is manly. And it is his manliness, more so than his other qualities, his fame or his views that accounts for his popularity and his success — and makes up for his shortcomings and missteps.

Trump’s manliness is not that of a soldier who risks his life in combat or of a general who leads men into battle. In this regard, he is not as manly as his Secretary of Defense General Jim Mattis. Trump’s manliness is that of a man who is not afraid to say out loud what others only whisper and to incur the wrath of the ruling class for doing so. Trump is more manly than Mattis in this regard (and to almost any politician in recent memory, for that matter: if Mitt Romney had displayed half of Trump’s courage in 2012, he probably would have been President).

I don’t think it much matters to anybody whether Trump is “more manly” than Mattis—least of all, probably, to the two of them. In fact, the combination of attributes we used to call “manliness” shouldn’t be placed in some hierarchy according to which is the greater; one is either manly or, increasingly these days, one is not. No, courage on the battlefield isn’t quite the same as the courage required to stare down a powerful opponent across a boardroom table before cutting him to pieces in a hardnosed, high-stakes business negotation. But courage they both certainly are, I’d say, with their own distinct virtues and prospective pitfalls. And both are extremely valuable, and ought to be encouraged rather than denigrated.

We all know what we are not allowed to say in America. Every week brings a reminder of what happens to those who deviate from the accepted script when speaking of any of the Left’s protected identity groups. The state, it is true, does not criminalize hate speech, but public opinion does censor it. Heretics are not imprisoned — they are fired, disgraced and declared untouchable.

Not surprisingly, immigration has been Trump’s signature issue. He not only says what he isn’t supposed to say — “When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best” — he doesn’t back down when the elites unleash their fury against him for saying it. In fact, he usually doubles down — “Mexico is forcing people in that they don’t want, and they want us to take care of those people.”

By challenging the reigning consensus on immigration and not bowing to the pressure to recant, Trump teaches his countrymen a lesson in courage. Americans see in Trump a man willing to take on the elites who scorn them and to not only withstand their attacks but to fight back — often successfully. Trump doesn’t just punch — as he likes to say, he counterpunches.

Okay, enough of the excerpting, although I could easily go on and on with this one too. Just read all of the both of ’em.

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It’s complicated

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Sundance with one of his usual insightful and thoroughly well-researched analyses:

CTH has received multiple requests for a review of predictable consequences as a result of the midterm election.  Thankfully, and perhaps unfortunately, we have solid references to base these predictions on – because there’s a solid frame of reference from the 2006 midterm and the subsequent consequences we saw in 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010.

If we take the empirical 2006 example as the starting point and overlay the 2018 landscape to modernize the predictive model, what results is a most likely scenario.

First, any intellectually honest review must overlay the current political environment.  In 2018 the scale of unchecked lawless behavior is a significant influence toward the differences we can expect from the last time Democrat/Marxists held congressional power. The term “Democrat-socialism”, in essence a Marxist approach, is now the dominant fuel within the professional DNC  political operations.

When the Democrats last held power in 2006, their actionable objective was toward a far-left, Saul Alinsky-type aggressive tone and influence; however, there was a need to couch that intention as they positioned Senator Barack Obama for the 2008 presidential election.

In 2006 the radicals, needed to downplay their radicalism.  In 2018 the severity and aggression of the left, as assisted by the dropping of all media pretense, no longer needs to hide the intention.  When Democrat-Marxists take control in January of 2019 they no longer need to couch the extremism, the American electorate have been prepped.

Secondly, it cannot be overstated how violent and confrontational the House of Representatives will be as soon as they are sworn in. They will work with an immediate purposeful intention. All political violence will be approved to attain their objectives. The recent behavior of Jim Acosta (CNN media), and ANTIFA toward Tucker Carlson, is now, and will be going forward, the new normal.

There will be extreme political violence.

Much, much more follows, throughout which I can’t find one whole hell of a lot to argue with. Excepting maybe this:

Lastly, future predictions: Michael Bloomberg will be the Democrat/Marxist nominee for 2020. There will be a field of candidates; but the professional Democrat machine will run the splitter strategy, and the back-room crowd who really control the elements of power have already pre-selected their nominee, Michael Bloomberg. Marxists always have the plan mapped out well in advance. (A woman will be the VP nominee)

Well, that last is a pretty safe bet, anyway. The idea that the Treasoncrats have already rigged their primary system is by no means a stretch, but Bloomberg? Ehhh, I dunno. A commenter suggests someone I agree might be a more likely choice, and also provides a credible rationale:

I do not believe Michael Bloomberg will be “The Chosen.” He may well be a sacrificial anode for the real candidate to draw critics away from the real prize, but I don’t believe the Marxist party (democrat) will ever again place a white male on their top ticket, nor advertise their choice before it becomes absolutely necessary.

Look closely. There has been a player lurking around the edges …staying out of the fray. Someone with experience, and mass appeal. I believe that person will be Deval Patrick. …And, in my opinion, he’s being personally groomed by none other than our 44th president.

Of course, using logic to predict the behavior of lunatics doesn’t always work too well…

Update! Looks like Doomberg is all in.

In the final days of this election, Bloomberg just invested $5 million to air, twice nationally, a two-minute ad for the Democratic Party that features Bloomberg himself denouncing the “fear-mongering,” and “shouting and hysterics” coming out of Washington.

That $5 million ad buy was only Bloomberg’s latest contribution to the Democratic Party during an election campaign into which he had already plunged $110 million of his own money.

Contributions of this magnitude support the idea that Bloomberg will seek the presidential nomination as a Democrat. With resources like this at his disposal, and a willingness to spend into the hundreds of millions, he could last in the primaries as long as he wants.

With the energy of the Democratic Party coming from militants, minorities and millennials, would these true believers rally to a 76-year-old Manhattan media magnate who wants to make their party more centrist and problem-solving, and to start beavering away at cutting the deficit?

Guess we’re going to find out. As absurd as it may seem, it’s no more absurd than Americans—on the heels of enjoying an unprecedented renaissance after eight years of suffering under the Obama economic MIRACLE!™—turning right around and rewarding the Democrat Socialists for years of assault, attempted murder, treason, rioting, corruption, insults, harrassment, and a carnival of obstreperous freaks and degenerates screaming themselves purple at them.

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Tragic

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Gerard Van Der Leun is an old and dear friend of ours here at CF, and I’m very saddened to learn that he’s just suffered a devastating loss due to the Cali fires:

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From a subsequent post:

Today I have to start to replace the basics. The inventory of needful things and obscure objects is long and spotty. As I said above, no briefs have I. Nor spare socks. Nor toothbrush. Nor corkscrew. Nor any one of a thousand trivial things that form the tools of life and the shell of the self. Nor things like the photograph of my one daughter when she was small enough to rest there along my forearm. Losses one shrugs at and losses that make me weep here in the dawn.

What I do have is the love and the generosity of my cherished friends and readers. It is more wonderful and more widespread than I ever could have imagined. I will be weeks thanking all but my gratitude is deep and abiding.

What I do have is this small unknowing black cat sleeping curled at my side after our ride out of the fire.

What I do have is my mother sleeping quietly in the next room, her breathing soft and low as her life is fine and bright.

What I do have is my mother’s warm and settled apartment she has lived in for nearly 40 years. Others are sleeping in shelters, churches, RVs, and tents.

At the end of things we can, I think, come yet again to know  — as we know and forget and know and again forget so many times — that Paradise is not a place that lasts forever here on Earth, but something that exists in the hearts of good people that hold their holy light within and, when that light is called forth, let it shine through.

My heart breaks for the man, it truly does. But at the same time, his abiding positive attitude and ability to hold his blessings at the forefront of his awareness with gratitude rather than lapsing into inconsolable grief and self-pity is inspiring, and says so much about Gerard’s character and grit. I can only sit back in awe and admiration at such resilience in the immediate aftermath of disaster. You can donate something to help him out here, and I urge you to consider doing so if you possibly can.

Gerard, my friend, you’re one of the good guys. May God bless you and keep you in this most trying time. I’ll keep this post up top for a few days, so’s our less frequent visitors don’t miss it.

(Via WRSA)

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Dumbshow for mouth-breathers

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Did I say the country was finished a minute ago? Amend that; it’s a fucking sick joke.

Turns out former FBI Director James Comey talked about sensitive government business on his personal email routinely, according to new documents turned up by the Cause of Action Institute (COAI) under the Freedom of Information Act (FOIA).

Here’s the key: “The FBI reviewed 526 pages, released only 156 pages, and withheld 370 pages in full. Notably, the FBI withheld seven emails under the FOIA’s law enforcement exemption, which applies only where the government can show that (1) a law enforcement proceeding is pending or prospective, and (2) release of information about that proceeding could reasonably be expected to cause some articulable harm,” COAI said.

“Some articulable harm”? REALLY? What kind of harm? To whom? The covers-all-bases bolded bafflegab renders the FOIA entirely meaningless, an obscenity.

I find myself wondering at what point it was that we overtook Once-Great Britain in the race to the nadir of decay, disgrace, futility, and abomination, leaving the Limeys in our malodorous dust.

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Whatcha gonna do?

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*Crickets*

Broward County Riot Police removed Rep. Matt Gaetz (R-FL) from filming county officials secretly moving boxes in and out of Broward County election offices.

Matt posted the video at 9:30 on Friday night.

They must not know Matt is a Congressman!

Oh, they know. They don’t give a shit. There’s no reason they should.

Matt Gaetz wrote: BREAKING: I took this video as the riot police removed me from where trucks were secretly loading stuff in/out of Broward Supervisors office. All this while they are violating constitutional rights & a court order! #BrowardCounty

Where are the US Marshals?

Same place the rest of us are: home on the sofa, sitting on their hands, doing nothing. Well, I guess some of us are talking big from our computer keyboards about “Second Amendment solutions”, about how the Marxists in charge are “afraid” of all those big bad guns securely locked up in gun safes all over the country, about how they’re buying more ammo that will never come out of the box, and how the shit is about to hit the fan for real, sometime real soon now. Don’t be fooled; it isn’t. This Tweet is definitive:


Yeah, “somebody” sure does. And when they don’t?

Crickets.

This country is finished.

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“No big deal. They’re just stealing an election right in front of our faces”

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And brazenly laughing up their sleeves at us while they do it, too. But why not? They know they won’t be called to account.

It appears that recounts will be ordered in three Florida races: governor, Senate, and agriculture commissioner. All are currently within the margin that triggers a recount. But that’s all up in the air right now because the notoriously incompetent Broward County Board of Elections keeps “finding” new votes to count. That would be fine if elections supervisor Brenda Snipes were following the laws requiring transparency in the process, but she’s not. The ballot canvassing process, which is by law subject to public scrutiny, is clothed in secrecy as Snipes refuses to obey laws requiring her to permit observers through every step of the process. Not only that, but Snipes is making no attempt to even give the appearance that the ballot tabulating process is above board. That’s why Governor Rick Scott, who is running to unseat Democratic Sen. Bill Nelson, filed a pair of lawsuits alleging that Broward County is violating election laws. (Scott also filed a lawsuit against the Palm Beach County elections board alleging that replacement ballots were improperly created.)

“Late Tuesday night, our win was projected to be around 57,000 votes,” Scott explained to reporters. “By Wednesday morning, that lead dropped to 38,000. By Wednesday evening, it was around 30,000. This morning, it was around 21,000. Now, it is 15,000.”

According to Scott, “On election night, Broward County said there were 634,000 votes cast. At 1 a.m. today, there were 695,700 ballots cast on Election Day. At 2:30 p.m. today, the number was up to 707,223 ballots cast on Election Day. And we just learned that the number has increased to 712,840 ballots cast on Election Day. In Palm Beach County, there are 15,000 new votes found since election night.”

How is it that election officials keep “finding” new votes that, oh, by the way, help the Democratic candidates? That’s a question election officials are refusing to answer.

As I said earlier, it’s a question nobody even needs to bother asking. The answer is blindingly obvious.

This is not the first time that Snipes’ competence and judgment have been called into question. In 2016 she was caught destroying ballots during Debbie Wasserman Schultz’s primary race. A federal judge in May ruled that Snipes broke both state and federal elections laws.

And then did nothing.

At the time, Gov. Scott vowed that during the midterms, “the Department of State will send a Florida elections expert from the Division of Elections to Supervisor Snipes’ office to ensure that all laws are followed so the citizens of Broward County can have the efficient, properly run election they deserve.”

And then did nothing. Also: “competence and judgment”? This is nothing to do with either one; it’s pure malevolence and corruption. This bitch shouldn’t be fired—she should be in prison.

That Scott allowed Snipes to continue as supervisor may prove his undoing as she continues to “find” votes for Nelson. She should have been canned at the first sign of malfeasance, so why didn’t Scott get rid of her? Some say it’s because her firing would have inflamed racial tensions and resulted in mass protests in the contentious county. At any rate, she’s now in the position of essentially determining Scott’s political future.

It’s no more than he deserves, for cravenly tiptoeing around this slovenly whore’s audacious criminal behavior due to fear of provoking controversy over an irrelevant issue.

Tell me again about “the sanctity of our elections,” about American “democracy” being the envy of the world, whydon’tcha. This is 100-proof, straight-up banana-republic stuff here, folks, the pure, the blushful hippocrene itself of fraud and corruption. And the Democrat-Socialist criminal conspiracy has been doing it—not just in Flore-duh but right across the nation—for decades. And getting away with it.

Because we did nothing.

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