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Sequel!

You folks might remember a few months back when I enthusiastically recommended our dear friend Fran Poretto’s latest novel, Innocents. He mentioned at the time that the book was a difficult one for him to finish, being a distinct departure for him thematically and in other ways. I’m a HUGE fan of Francis’ work and enjoyed the book thoroughly, as I have every other thing of his I’ve read. But you could practically see the sweat and hear the exhausted sigh from him, even via e-mail.

He also mentioned that he had received requests for a sequel pretty much right away, a possibility he shied from in horror in our e-mail conversation. Understandable enough, coming off the completion of a difficult work, and I saw no reason to either gainsay him or try to prod him into considering such a project. The man truly is one of the best sci-fi writers I know of; his stuff is well-written—strongly reminiscent in places of the great Heinlein, while remaining uniquely his own—and any direction he cares to go in is fine with me, as long as he sends me a copy.

So imagine my delighted surprise when I received this missive from him the other day:

Innocents has stimulated the usual queries about a sequel, and I’ve been trying to come up with a governing idea for one. The idea that most intrigues me at the moment is one that could raise quite a lot of howls. Brace yourself, because I’m about to try it out on you.

The “transgenderism” fad is essentially a psychosis, an emotional disorder for which there is currently no effective therapy. Part of my intent in writing the three futanari stories (“A Place of Our Own,” “One Small Detail,” and “A Daughter of the County,” in case I’ve never mentioned them to you before, and great God in heaven, once again I can’t remember if I did!) was to dramatize the disorder from another angle: persons born “intersex,” with female bodies and other characteristics except for their genitals, which are male. These are folks who: 1) were given their unusual anatomies at birth, and: 2) have all the troubles you might imagine because of that. The contrast between the lot of those futanari and the born-normal but willful “transgenders” was what I was most interested in.

Now imagine that:

  • An effective therapy for the transgender psychosis is found. It’s painless, has no perceptible side effects, and is 100% effective.
  • Some time after that, the genetic basis for the futanari condition is isolated, such that it can be averted through zygotic surgery.

I’d imagine that the uproar among “transgenders” would be considerable. There would be those who would demand that the therapy be outlawed. There would be others who are overjoyed at the prospect of an effective treatment. And there would be a third group, “transgenders” who had transitioned some time ago, who would be in absolute agony over having “been born too soon.”

But of course, a therapy for an emotional malady would have no bearing on the futanari. Their plight would remain unaffected. How would they react to the news? And how, once it was announced that their condition could be prevented, would they react to that? After all, it would leave them as a demographic isolated in time, soon to be no more, especially as they can’t reproduce. Would some of them seek to perpetuate their kind by other means, such as cloning? What would be the effects on the international sex trade in persons with such bodies? And what would become of Athene Academy?

Some of this comes to mind because of the capering of certain “deaf activists.” In case you’re not familiar with that group, they claim that deafness is a “culture,” and seek to make it a condition protected by law – perhaps even favored with special privileges and subventions, like the Amerinds. There was a lesbian deaf couple that went to great lengths to ensure that “their son” would be born deaf, a species of cruelty I can’t imagine being tolerated by a more sane era.

Also, we have the homosexual activists and their efforts to have conversion therapy outlawed. Now, conversion therapy is hit-or-miss. Apparently it’s effective no more than 10% of the time, and the patient goes through considerable emotional stress along the way, so the parallel isn’t exact. However, the idea that a group with a recognized handicap would strive to prevent that handicap from being treated is on a par with the “deafness is a culture” types. It suggests that the reaction to effective therapies for disabling conditions that set significant groups of people apart won’t always be positive. But how negative would it be? Would violence be involved?

Working title: The Experienced. (With apologies to the spirit of William Blake.)

Does any of this strike sparks?

Damned right it does, especially knowing the capable hands and imaginative mind that will shape the story. These are compelling speculations, fresh as tomorrow’s news, presenting thorny dilemmas we’ll soon be wrestling with for real, both as individuals and culturally.

Another baffling phenom along the lines of the “deaf activists” Francis mentions is the currently-fashionable denunciation of “fat shaming.” Certain people—yes, we can easily surmise the political leanings of most of them—incomprehensibly make the claim that morbidly obese people are “beautiful” too, and should not in any way be encouraged to try to lift the curse of their infirmity but to take “pride” in it instead. Apart from the ridiculous idea that 400 pounds of jiggling blubber is in any way “beautiful” to anybody, just never you mind the life-threatening consequences of obesity, the shame and self-loathing obese people suffer, the sad restrictions it places on their ability to fully enjoy life, the exorbitant expense and scarcity of such mundanities as clothing and shoes, and the many other damaging effects of their pathology.

Not that we ought to be making fun of the poor fatties, of course, any more than we should deaf people or “transgender” lunatics or any other of the tragically afflicted. But decency, humanity, courtesy, and compassion in no way require that we all pretend that these handicaps are admirable, or beneficial, or some sort of blessing in disguise. They are what they are: afflictions. They require only that we acknowledge the reality of their nature as such and, if we can’t find a way to help their victims to prevail over them somehow, that we just leave them the hell alone. I can’t imagine any way in which it might be helpful to actually stand up and cheer for those afflictions, to dupe the afflicted into being thankful for such a “gift,” or to insult whatever dignity they have by figuratively averting our eyes via patronizing, perverted euphemistic contortions such as “differently abled.”

Enough digression, back to brass tacks: if any of you haven’t already, get on over to Francis’ place and buy his books. I promise you you won’t regret it, and your appetite will be duly whetted for the sequel to Innocents as an added bonus. Having made a go at writing a novel myself a few years back—and failing miserably at it, too—I can only tip my hat in humble admiration to a guy like Francis, who manages to produce such extraordinary work again and again (I was gonna append something like “seemingly effortlessly” at the last there, but I know better than that).

Thankfully, the fruits of Poretto’s toil in the gardens of lit’rachure are easily available to us lesser lights in this the Age of the Innarnuts, and at a bargain price. He also has a variety of (mostly) shorter novels available here, along with one on his thoughts about the nuts and bolts of writing, all for the astonishingly low, low price of…FREE. Do yourself a favor and go get yourself some. You’ll be supporting one of the good guys, with the added benefit of helping a worthwhile alternative to a world of creative endeavor dominated by lugubrious dreck salted heavily with liberal proselytizing to flourish.

I ain’t seeing a downside here, people. Francis tells me that his last endorsement from these humble environs resulted in a most gratifying jump in sales; go out there and do us all proud, gang.

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Let’s have a REAL “national conversation” on race

The last thing in the world they want. Zman examines the reasons why.

If you were trying to reduce the main points of the Dissident Right with a few bullet points, it would be:

  • The people in charge have dangerous fantasies about the future of society and the nature of man
  • The mass media is just propaganda for those fantasies and can never be taken at face value
  • Race is real, ethnicity is real and evolution is real. In the main, humans prefer to live with their own kind. Diversity leads to conflict.

There is more to it, but those are the three main items that come up over and over among writers in the Dissident Right. The people in charge, of course, dispute these and consider them to be ignorant, paranoid and immoral. Question the browning of America and you’re a dumb racist. Notice that mass media often looks like a coordinated public relations campaign and you’re branded as a paranoid. Of course, anyone mentioning the realities of race and sex is the branded a Nazi or white supremacist.

All of which amounts to more support for the idea that the Dissident Right is onto something. The Iron Law of Progressivism applies here as in so many other places: take careful note of whatever it is the Left might be shrieking loudest about and most hysterically accusing their opponents of at any given time…because that is exactly what they themselves are actually guilty of.

Of course, what the mass media is selling is the crackpot fantasy our rulers have about a non-white future. It used to be they would finesse this by arguing that race and ethnicity did not matter. With the right policies, the swarthy hordes they were importing would be transformed into middle-class burghers. They don’t do that anymore. Instead, they are frankly talking about the browning of America, by which they mean the elimination of white people. The Black Panther movie is part of the celebration of the end of whitey.

The black utopia that is Wakanda, the mythical state in the movie and comic books, could never exist. If the white world suddenly stopped sending food aid to Africa, famine would set in within a month. The West sends about $50 Billion in aid to Africa every year. That’s the official amounts from governments. The billions that flow in from charitable organizations is on top of that. A world without white people means Africa experiences a mass starvation event, followed by a mass die off. Africa could end up depopulated.

The underlying argument from our rulers is that Africa is a mess, because of racism. The book Why Nations Fail is the model for this argument. Whites destroyed the native African institutions and left behind extractive ones. That’s why Africa is a mess. The reality is sub-Saharan Africans have an average IQ in the low-80’s. Eritrea is the “smartest” country with an average IQ of 85. What that means is most Africans are borderline to mildly retarded. The reason Africa is not and never will be Wakanda is it is full of Africans.

Now, you cannot fault blacks for celebrating this fictionalized black homeland where they are at the top of the heap. The promotion of this fantasy, however, makes the essential point of the Dissident Right. Humans naturally want to reign supreme in their own domains, surrounded by people that are like them. Wakanda would not resonate with black people if the ruler was a guy named Muary Greenblatt and his minions were all East Asians or Mexicans. Like everyone, blacks dream of a world without diversity.

Well, except when it comes to the hordes of brainwashed young white girls following them around, panting like thirsty pups and in the throes of what you might call a Mandingo Complex. Those, they’ll keep, thanks. David Cole more or less affirms Z’s thesis from a different direction, and then discusses a, uhh—well, a unique form of pushback that…umm…well…

Okay, I’ll just confess I was totally unaware of this before now and leave it at that.

I reject the “blame it on racism” nonsense of the left, and the Boy Scout/Horatio Alger “dad advice” of the establishment right. My pessimism regarding black America is not so easily soothed. Keep in mind, back in my own days as a GOP cog, when I was actually organizing events with Ben Shapiro, I would have given the “eat your broccoli, do your homework” answer myself. My “evolution” on the issue began, oddly enough, while watching some of my favorite prank videos on YouTube (cruel YouTube prank videos are not a guilty pleasure of mine, because I feel no guilt for enjoying them). You may not know this, but there’s an entire subgenre of YouTube prank videos in which white, Asian, and Hispanic pranksters venture into black communities just to fuck with the locals. They’re called “hood pranks,” and, cumulatively, they have hundreds of millions of views. And within this subgenre is a sub-subgenre in which pranksters fart on black people. Or at least they pretend to (they use a handheld noisemaker called a “pooter”). The premise is so simpleminded, even George Lucas could appreciate it. Fart on a black person, and enjoy the angry reaction (and maybe get socked in the face).

This is what it’s come to. Black America is now seen as a joke, a prop for comedy. Wanna see a startling Black History Month statistic? On YouTube, the most watched upload of Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech has 9.8 million views. The most watched “farting on black people” video? 16.7 million views. Let that sink in: People are way more interested in seeing blacks get farted on than they are in hearing about King’s noble dream. The most watched hood-prank video of all time? 44 million views. Dr. King’s dream doesn’t stand a chance. The hood-prank videos are popular in large part because indolent “hood” blacks are so easily driven to violent rage. The responses to the pranks are inevitably furious and brutal. One could say that this is a testament to the level of anger and bitterness the average young black carries around inside him these days, but perhaps what’s more important is that the insane popularity of these videos is a testament to what the black community has come to represent to nonblacks: a source of comedy and an object of derision. “It’s not just that we’ve stopped caring about your anger,” the message seems to be, “it’s that your anger has now become comical to us.”

The problem is, blacks have not, as a community, made themselves indispensable enough for the rest of the nation to give a damn about them. Jews? Hate ’em if you will, but they have made themselves indispensable in most of the fields and industries that matter (for better or worse…I’m not making value judgments here, just stating the obvious). Curse Mexican immigration all you want, but in my home state (as I detailed in a previous piece), Mexicans have made themselves indispensable (again, for better or worse). But blacks? Look at the 2017 Bureau of Labor Statistics population survey. The industries in which blacks comprise a truly significant percentage? Barbers, bus drivers, and private security (i.e., bouncers and bodyguards). Penny-ante stuff.

A 1994 HBO adaptation of Derrick Bell’s “The Space Traders” depicts aliens from another planet who offer the U.S. a deal: untold technological wonders in exchange for handing over every black American, no questions asked regarding their fate. The only big-money forces arguing against accepting the deal? Pro sports and the liquor industry. Bell was black, and his story has been dismissed by conservatives as paranoid fantasy. Because, you know, “eat your greens, go to church, button that shirt.” But maybe Bell was a prophet of sorts. Wouldn’t a population that takes such pleasure at the sight of blacks being farted on enthusiastically accept the aliens’ deal? And I pose that question with no joy. The state of the U.S. black community, and its likely future, is nothing to celebrate. It’s a terrible tragedy.

Actually, it’s more like a crime. Because it was done to them on purpose, with malice aforethought, by a political party implementing the dependency-fostering scheme fostered by a man whose intention was to, as he himself put it, “have them niggers voting Democrat for the next two hundred years.” (Side note: plenty of supporting links in both Cole’s and Z’s posts, including a link to the riotously funny hood-farting vid—which, given the backstory, I can’t believe YouTube hasn’t taken down yet.)

Cole’s vision of the “African” American future flatly dismisses the prospect of any race war, but is none the less grim for it:

So what does the future hold? Well, the fantasists will say “race war.” That’s bullshit, of course. No, the most likely future is a “whimper rather than a bang” scenario. And to make my point, I’ll once again invoke Native Americans. Right now, about a quarter of all American Indians live in squalor and dependency on reservations. The rest are spread out across the country, making a living, contributing to society. Individual Native Americans are fine, but “the community” is shit. I think that’s what we’re going to see happen with blacks. As the black community continues to decay, and as it continues to get squeezed by whites, Asians, and the stupefyingly fertile Hispanics, we’ll see a kind of urban “reservation” network take shape. Blacks with skills and a desire to be seen as something other than fart receptacles will leave the community and mix with everyone else. The remaining detritus? They’ll be increasingly boxed into urban hellholes. Reservations, essentially. Places with lots of welfare, lots of crime, and little hope. Places that cannot be helped, places that cannot be saved.

Myself, I’d say David has the right of it, though it may not look much like it from smack in the middle of a Black Lives Murder urban riot/burning and looting spree. In fact, a damned good argument could be made that we’re already there, and have been for years and years now.

Update! After watching the thing twice and damned near busting a gut laughing at it, I can’t resist embedding the Hood Farting video. I’m sorry, guys, really I am. But I just can’t.




Awright, awright already, I admit it: I might have watched it more than twice.

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Open secret

Wow. I mean, just…wow.

“Go in and think like a liberal” was the advice two FBI agents gave Jonathan Gilliam prior to his taking an FBI entrance exam. Gilliam shared his anecdote during a Wednesday interview on SiriusXM’s Breitbart News Tonight with co-hosts Rebecca Mansour and Joel Pollak.

Gilliam, a retired Navy SEAL and former FBI special agent, spoke of left-wing political corruption across the federal government, specifically identifying the CIA and FBI.

Gilliam recalled that two FBI agents advised him to “think like a liberal” during his FBI entrance exam. “I was told by two FBI agents that did not know each other –  I was told, ‘Do not go in and take that test as though you are thinking like a SEAL.’ In other words, ‘If this happened, this is the way it should be done because this is the way a team works, and this is the way an investigation should be carried out.’ They said, ‘Don’t do that, you’ll fail. Go in and think like a liberal.’ And that’s what I did, and I passed.”

The FBI’s entrance exam illustrated how leftists use ideological filtering tools preferencing ideological fellow travelers, said Gilliam.

The “deep state” network of leftists, said Gilliam, extends across various federal bureaucracies. He advised President Donald Trump to cleanse federal bureaucracies of politically corrupt leftists.

“If you want to see the deep state, this is what you’re looking at,” said Gilliam. “It’s not just the FBI. It’s not just the DOJ. It’s also the State Department. It’s the IRS. It’s the DOD. It’s the VA. You want to look across the board and look (at) all of these.”

It’s one thing to know this intellectually, as we all do. It’s quite another to see it spelled out so unabashedly, straight from within the belly of the beast. Awestruck kudos to Gilliam for having the big clanking brass ones to fearlessly speak up like this. Given the FBI’s sordid history, he has most probably put himself in real peril by daring to lift the veil publicly—for publication, no less. He’s a brave man indeed.

We’ve had discussions here on a couple of occasions with people dismissive of the notion of any actual organized “conspiracy,” formal or informal, behind Leftist influence on government. But that’s the wrong way to think of it from the start—a flawed premise which can only lead further analysis astray and render it futile.

My position has always been that, when it comes to the dead hand of Progressivism on the levers of power, collusion (yeah, I said it) doesn’t require conspiracy. It’s more the result of a confluence of like-minded people in positions of influence, a Borg hive-mind that is diligent about taking care of their own and takes the institutional primacy of their ideology as a given, with conservative or Constitution-respecting types well aware of the hostility towards them and mindful of the necessity of keeping their own beliefs under wraps. Think of it as Hollywood writ much larger and you won’t be far wrong.

Much larger, and much more nefarious too. After all, you can always choose not go to the movies.

(Via WRSA and Heartiste)

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Psycho killer

And so another deeply troubled, dysfunctional teen launches a hideous killing spree at his school, surprising exactly no one who knew him. Also surprising no one, Progressivist ghouls immediately seized their opportunity to climb up on the still-warm corpses and start politicking for taking all the guns away from the millions of Americans who have killed precisely no one, and never will.

This one seems to be an even grosser case of ball-dropping than most; somebody was even bothered enough by the twitchiness of this kid to try to sic the FBI on him, who immediately sprang into…well.

The FBI ignored a warning that 19-year-old Nikolas Cruz might attack a school, failing to act on a call just weeks before Cruz allegedly carried out a shooting rampage at a high school in South Florida on Valentine’s Day, the bureau said Friday.

The disclosure came two days after police say Cruz gunned down 17 people, most of them teenagers, at a high school in Parkland, Fla. The FBI — already facing intense scrutiny for its handling of political matters — described a Jan. 5 tip from “a person close to Nikolas Cruz,” a tip officials acknowledge should have initiated a response. The caller reported concerns about Cruz’s “gun ownership, desire to kill people, erratic behavior, and disturbing social media posts, as well as the potential of him conducting a school shooting,” the FBI said in a statement.

Florida Gov. Rick Scott (R) called the FBI’s failure to investigate the tip “unacceptable” and urged FBI Director Christopher A. Wray to resign.

Yeah, THAT will fix it.

Even Cruz’s attorney, who said he does not doubt his client’s guilt, said the rampage could have been prevented had officials acted upon the many red flags in Cruz’s life.

“It’s one of the most horrific crimes in the history of America,” Howard Finkelstein, a public defender in Broward County for the past 40 years, said in an interview before the FBI’s statement. “Everybody was on notice. Every system should’ve been alerted, and not one of the systems did one thing…This should not have happened, and it didn’t have to happen.”

There were so many red flags flying around this kid he’d have been in real peril if there’d been a bull within charging range. The agencies and individuals responsible for spotting the glaringly obvious warning signs Cruz was sending up like signal flares and intervening to prevent disaster didn’t just drop the ball—they threw it just as hard, fast, and far away as they possibly could.

Continue reading “Psycho killer”

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Hold onto your hats, folks!

Got some truly exciting news for y’all: notorious CF commenter, fellow blogger, old friend, and all-around good guy Billy Hollis will begin posting regularly here at the ol’ hogwallow just as soon as I can get his access set up. Billy is a damned fine writer and an extremely astute guy, with a solid record of noteworthy commentary going back at least to his days at the Q and O blog. I’ve been excerpting his stuff here since then, and always look forward to his contributions here. Those of you who have read him already know his writing packs a real wallop: his arguments are always well-reasoned and difficult to dispute, and his political opinions are bolstered by experience, solid logic, and just plain good sense. I can’t tell you all how happy I am to have him as a co-blogger at last; he’s going to be quite an asset here, and I consider it a signal honor and privilege to welcome him aboard.

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Charm, offensive

Schlichter seems shocked, but after years of seeing Lefty fellate the Soviet Union, China, North Vietnam, Venezuela, Cuba, and every other communist tyranny you care to name, it shouldn’t come as any big surprise.

And then there is siding with the North Koreans against our president and vice president. Look, liberals’ fake patriotism in the wake of the humiliating defeat – in an election – of Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit was always grating. But, as predicted, liberals can’t keep up the pretense of siding with America. This stuff about Trump and the Russians, the same Russians who couldn’t sit down during the Cold War without checking to make sure they weren’t going to crush a Democrat’s head, was always a joke. That the liberal establishment thinks worse of Mike Pence than a woman who is literally the head of the Propaganda and Agitation Department for a country that just threatened to nuke the United States says all you need to know about their fake patriotism.

No liberals, I’m not questioning your patriotism. Don’t be silly. I’d never do that. I don’t waste my time questioning unicorns either.

America’s most effective advocate of the principle of an armed populace is now officially the liberal media that usually seeks to do the ruling class’s bidding and strip us Normal Americans of that sacred right. But after the media’s bizarre display of eager tongue-bathing of the semi-human savages who run North Korea, any patriot has got to be thinking, “I best load up, because it’s pretty clear what the establishment’s desired end state is.”

The New York Times quivered: “Kim Jong-un’s Sister Turns on the Charm, Taking Pence’s Spotlight.”

Reuters tingled: “North Korea judged winner of diplomatic gold at Olympics.”

And CNN harassed airport travelers with: “Kim Jong Un’s sister is stealing the show at the Winter Olympics.”

But besides having bad taste, our mainstream media is revealing our ruling class once again. You watch the non-stop squee over these monsters and the only conclusion you can reasonably draw is that, for our worthless establishment, the North Korea murderocracy is not a cautionary example. It’s an objective.

Dude, of COURSE it is. The establishment of a globe-spanning Marxist misery-pit is the whole idea for them; it’s Job One, a feature and not a bug. What did you think they’d been working towards all the years they’ve been growing the federal government, making its power nearly absolute, taxing everything that moves (or doesn’t), demanding more federal spending no matter how astronomical the sum, waxing hysterical over the heartless evils of capitalism, denouncing the primacy of the individual and emphasizing the collective, and gushing with praise and envy over Europe’s embrace of socialism?

It Takes A Village, remember? Government is a word for the things we do Together? Taxes are the price we pay for civilization? Those and a bazillion other inspiring little liberal shibboleths?

Admittedly, North Korea is one of the more ghastly examples of Marxism’s inevitable failure; that being so, one might imagine Leftards would hesitate before extolling the place as any kind of example, if only as a matter of self-interest. But one would be underestimating their confidence in their talent for deception, overestimating their intelligence, or perhaps both.

Elsewhere, I sure hope Kurt ain’t holding his breath waiting for this. Yes, you betcha it’s related.

The FBI can buy manufactured evidence to spy on us, and that’s okay. We aren’t human.

The IRS can persecute us if we try to exercise our right to participate in the political process, and that’s okay. We aren’t human.

 Some Sanders fan who no doubt had a COEXIST sticker on his minivan can shoot up a bunch of Republicans, and that’s okay. We aren’t human.

Maybe his family getting sent fake anthrax will teach Don Jr. some obedience.

Let’s slide past the hideous moral bankruptcy of this way of thinking and get to the practical problem with normalizing terrorism and dehumanizing opponents. It creates a set of new rules, and the complicit liberal elite better think really hard about whether they truly want those new rules in effect. After all, they enacted new rules regarding vicious campaigning and then Trump came and wiped out Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit using them.

Do you liberals really want new rules allowing violence and terrorism?

Do you liberals really want new rules allowing denormalizing your political opponents?

Do you liberals really want new rules allowing dehumanizing your political opponents?

You may think you do now, but trust me, you really don’t.

There is a way out, a way that is obvious to anyone of good faith and common sense, and since it’s always a leftist attacking Republicans, the Democrat leadership needs to lead the way. The way out is to join together with the President and other conservatives and unequivocally reject violence and terror.

Nancy Pelosi, Chuck Schumer, and all the other key Democrat leaders must stand on a stage beside Donald Trump and Don Jr. and say, without qualification that this is unacceptable and wrong. Then they and their minions in politics and in their pet press must stop with the non-stop, psycho-fueling hate for their conservative opponents – not the political disagreements but the senseless, drooling venom that infects the MSNBCs and the Twitters and all the rest.

But that will never happen.

Of course it won’t. In their eyes, that would be not just defeat, but surrender. It would require them to renounce the principles they’ve come to cherish most, depraved as those principles are.

The Left intends not to govern, but to rule. Their intent is not to debate, but to silence. They wish not to defeat us, but to enslave us—to bring us to heel, to train us to accept the bit. To force us by any means necessary to accept the superiority of their beliefs and foreswear any notion of dissent from them.

And if they can’t, well, that’s what the gulags are for.

Shocking, that Leftymedia would be so shamelessly fulsome in their praise for the Kim Il Whosits and their hideous government? Not hardly. They have so much in common, y’know.

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Stomp the swamp

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Why are so many of the people who have risen to the top of our government institutions, those who become the leaders or directors of our alphabet agencies, so imperious, so devious, so malevolent, so lacking in character and so disdainful of the American people? How is it that people of good character no longer want to work for the government or run for elective office? The answer: because it is not just a swamp, it is a toxic, venomous morass of self-serving lowlifes.

How on earth did such men and women reach the highest levels of power in our once-democratic government? Under Obama the government was weaponized at the highest levels of every agency: IRS, EPA, HUD, FDA, FEC, FCC, DNI, DOD, and other acronyms too obscure to recognize, but wielding enormous power over mere citizens. 

While there are more than a few talented men and women of character in government, they are still the exception in the upper echelons, not the rule. There are even fewer men and women of character in the mainstream media, which is why we are blessed to have so many reliable internet news outlets aside from ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, and MSNBC.

Far too many of these people, our so-called leaders, rose to their positions of power by default, with other people’s money, people rich enough to buy influence, or their own dynastic money like the Kennedys. How can men and women of fine character and an aptitude for leadership go up against candidates funded by an evil man like George Soros? They cannot.

And so we are saddled with ignoble people like those in the Obama administration and those who remain in the deep state who are doing their best to take out the most consequential and conservative President we’ve had since Reagan. We must find a way to weed out the reprobates. Most American are sick to death of the dregs running the show.

Well, it’s certainly to be hoped they are. But even after as vigorous a slap in the face for the swamp creatures as was the election of Trump, along with the clearly salubrious effects of his ascension becoming evident to every sane person, I fear that that still remains to be seen. Limbaugh sounds a particularly chilling cautionary note along those lines:

Something very quietly is happening out there. It’s not being touted, and it’s a little bothersome that it isn’t being touted. The Democrats are showing remarkable discipline here in not touting what is very quietly happening out there. And what is very quietly happening out there is that the Democrats are winning elections. They have recently begun to win elections. They are winning special elections. They are winning local and state elections.

And they’re not shouting about it. They’re not being loud and boisterous and celebratory at all. They won another one. And the last five or six of these elections that they have won — one was in Missouri — they’re flipping Republican seats. The election they won yesterday was in a district that Trump won by eight percentage points in 2016.

This has happened about 15, 16 times in the last six months, that the Democrats have won elections and in many of them have flipped seats occupied by Republicans. This is not anything to do with the resignations from Congress of all these Republican committee chairmen. That’s another story itself. The Democrats and the Drive-Bys are not doing their Tarzan routine of pounding their chest and saying, “Look at us.” It’s happening under the radar.

Now, the reason I’m bringing this up, ladies and gentlemen, there is no way, there is no way that any Democrat should be winning any election now. There is no way under the sun the Democrats ought to be winning a single election, with the economy alone, with the tax cuts alone, there is no reason for the Democrats to be winning any elections. And yet they are all of a sudden. Through most of last year they were losing elections left and right just like we were from 2010 on.

This is a massive and it’s apparently, to date, a very successful grassroots effort that is being funded by George Soros, primarily, but there are others. 

And there the name of that evil son of a bitch pops up again. Yes, I said “evil,” and I meant it. It’s neither hyperbole nor exaggeration: we’re talking here about a monstrously vile reprobate who made his billions by collapsing entire national economies, creating chaos and misery among who even knows how many people for the sole purpose of enriching himself at their expense.

Now this entirely loathsome, filthy-rich communist is using his ill-gotten wealth to buy elections for Democrat Socialists, cleverly constructing a mechanism to thwart any effort to undo the damage they’ve done to the nation and loosen the federal grip on American throats. One can only admire his cunning, and his patience.

If there was any justice in this world, Soros’ victims would have salted the sidewalk slug long ago, shriveling him up and sweeping him away into the oblivion he so richly deserves.

As Rush says, there is no way that Democrats should be winning elections now, other than in their faltering urban dystopias. I do maintain that the Democrat Socialists are finished as a nationally viable party in the long run. But they’re still capable of wreaking plenty of mischief and disaster in the here and now, and I remain…umm, not entirely sanguine, shall we say, about the percentage of Americans who have seen through them fully and for good. It is not inconceivable that there are still enough blind fools out there who will require further demonstrations of who they are and what they do before finally seeing the light.

I still eagerly anticipate a stinging Democrat Socialist defeat later this year—a many-times-merited abjuration that, while not quite amounting to the final nail in any coffins, will still be a major step towards sealing their fate. But a lot can happen between now and then, and I’m not fool enough myself to fail to recognize that I might very well be wrong about the thing, too.

It was always the case that the Deep State was going to fight tooth and nail to retain their power and perks. One of the most powerful weapons in their arsenal is the pustule Soros. While I do remain confident, that confidence can never be absolute in a nation that elected Barrack Obama president. Twice. The midterms are sure enough going to tell us a lot; the most important revelation of all might be just how damned stupid too many of us are, even yet.

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Bringing the hate

The feeling is mutual.

The Strzoks and Pages, the Clintons and Obamas have all made it abundantly clear that they don’t like the America they see around them. They don’t like where it came from or the people who live here. The ruling class makes no secret of it: they hate you.

…compare the slogans of the Left to their candid public and private statements.

The Rhetoric

Love trumps hate.
Hope and change.
“Hate is not a family value.”
Tolerance.
Diversity
Coexist

The Reality

Sleazy
Entitled
“Buttf*** Texas”
Hillbillies
Bitter clingers
Deplorables
Irredeemable

The sense of entitlement and open disdain of this country’s counterfeit elites is dangerous. Early in the Obama Administration, it led to weaponizing the IRS against political rivals. That manifest wrong was never punished and it emboldened ruling class Democrats in the FBI to lie to the FISA court so they could spy on the Trump campaign for the benefit of Hillary Clinton.

The unfolding political corruption is just the public manifestation of a deeper social and political crisis that strikes at the heart of our ability to maintain a system of constitutional self-government. George Washington addressed his countrymen as “friends and citizens” in his Farewell Address. The ruling class doesn’t want that. They don’t want citizens, much less friends. They want subjects.

Actually, the hate doesn’t bother me so much; as I said, it’s reciprocated from here, in full measure and with bells on, and I can’t honestly say I’d have it any other way. No, it’s the contempt that’s galling. Knowing that such inferior, incompetent, insufferable schmucks are so ganked up in their diseased thought processes as to actually despise the very people who make their parasitism possible (and who pay the damned bills for their shit-witted fuck-uppery, too) by keeping the country running in spite of their constant gumming of the works is what’s intolerable, if you ask me.

Then again, we DO keep right on paying the bills for them, without anything other than a little verbal complaint about it, mostly muttered betwixt ourselves instead of screamed in their faces. Since to date not one of their empty heads has been mounted on a DC pike where it might actually do some good for once, could be they’re right in thinking of us as a bunch of dopes and suckers, sheep there for the fleecing.

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Questions, questions

Diplomad asks a couple.

The Trump-Russia collusion story is a hoax by the Hillary campaign and its allies, and if we had a legitimate press it would so have been declared. This humble and inconsequential blog called it a hoax long ago (here and here, for example). As I have stated repeatedly, the whole thing falls apart with one question: Why would Putin favor Donald Trump over Hillary Clinton? His buddies had paid Clinton millions, including via “speaking fees” to Bill. Except perhaps for Donald Trump,  everyone, at home and abroad, just assumed Hillary Clinton was going to be the next president.

Well, yet another nail has been hammered into the coffin of this horrible story.

In the last few days, we have had another letter and memo released (somewhat redacted) by Senators Graham and Grassley, two gents who do not particularly care for Donald Trump and are commonly seen as RINOs.

Read it; you don’t need me to tell you what’s in it, but if you want a devastating analysis of what this memo does to the whole Russia story, read Andrew McCarthy’s piece in the NR. There is no way I can do a better analysis than what McCarthy did; note, again, that McCarthy has not been a fan of Trump’s.

It’s clear that the FBI used the fake Steele dossier to get warrants to surveil American citizens. The FBI knew the dossier was fake and a product of the Hillary campaign. Yet they used it to get the initial surveillance warrant, as well as the extensions. Particularly galling, as McCarthy notes, the FBI did not provide any evidence of wrong-doing found by the initial surveillance when it sought those extensions, and, essentially, just repeated the lie that Steele was reliable and had reliable sources.

What I don’t see examined anywhere, however, is yet an even more troubling scandal and piece of evidence of the “deep state” at work.

Why would an honest, objective judge accept the flimsy “evidence” provided by the FBI?

A: an “honest, objective judge” wouldn’t. A bought-and-paid-for fellow-traveler, a Progressivist shill (or three, or four), did. These treasonous Deep Staters went judge-shopping for a fig leaf, a rubber stamp; the FISA “court” is well enough known for providing that already. Any bets on whether any or all of the too-biddable jurists in this instance will turn out to be Obama appointees, should our betters ever allow us to know their identities?

Yeah, thought not.

Dip poses a few more questions before his son puts the capper on: “I am tired of memos and investigations. We all know what went on. It’s time for people to be indicted and jailed.” Damned skippy it is. Sadly, I’ve said before I don’t expect any such, and I still don’t. That might well be the most depressing aspect of the whole thing, at least for me.

Time, and past time, to rid ourselves of the insidious FBI as well. If their entire history of corruption, treachery, lawlessness, and (apparently justified) sense of entitlement and impunity weren’t reason enough, the plot to rig the last election and the ensuing campaign to hamstring the duly-elected President would be plenty all by themselves.

As for why they ever attempted this hamfisted mishegoss of a coup in the first place, Daniel Flynn has that covered:

An administration siccing the surveillance state on the opposition party’s presidential candidate based on dubious reports compiled by the favored presidential candidate’s campaign ranks as a terribly reckless strategy risking the future freedom of its architects for their future power, no?

“Not if you think you will win the election and no one will ever find out,” an animated Joseph diGenova tells The American Spectator. “That’s why they did it. They thought she would win and no one would ever find out.”

Alas, Hillary Clinton did not, as so many expected, win the presidency. So, the incoming administration, investigated by dubious means, got to see what the Clinton campaign, the Democratic National Committee, and various Justice Department officials believed it would never see.

Seems simple enough at that, don’t it? All the convolutions and contortions and headache-inducing lists of names and dates and places and timelines and other such piffling pedantry should not for a moment be allowed to obscure that essential truth. They just KNEW Her Herness couldn’t possibly fail to win, and the rigging of the election would be swept under the rug along with all of Obama’s other high crimes and misdemeanors forever.

Oops.

Let’s keep in mind another essential, core truth here: they’re fucking incompetent. Despite their monumental arrogance, the obvious takeaway is that these idiots—Democrat Socialists, the Fibbies, Obama and the Clintons, Comey, the whole can of slimy worms—could fuck up a one-car funeral.

Okay, granted, launching a clandestine attempt to overturn an election and overthrow a legitimate government might not be the easiest thing in the world to pull off, the basic right and wrong of the thing aside. But did that give these clowns even a second’s pause? Hell no. Far as I can discern, not one among ’em—not ONE—ever once expressed hesitation or doubt about the advisability of mucking about with one of our most cherished bedrock institutions. Nobody had wit or discernment enough to ask, “Hey, fellas, ummm, maybe destroying for all time Americans’ trust in the integrity of their elections might not be such a good idea, y’know?”

Kinda makes you wonder what else they might have gotten up to over the years, and gotten away with to date, that would instill such reckless faith in their ability to pull it off this time around, don’t it?

Thankfully, though, they couldn’t. Their arrogance was their Achilles heel; their incompetence was their undoing. The Keystone Kops would’ve made a better job of it than these shitheels. Even Inspector Clouseau always got his man in the end. But not these guys. And for that, we should probably all be grateful.

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History and patterns

Daniel digs deep to unearth some riveting ones, yielding insight into the ugly way the Clinton Crime Syndicate does business, and always has.

Cody Shearer is also the author of another Russia-Trump dossier used by the FBI, a memo that Steele, the author of the better known dossier, passed along. How did Steele come to possess Shearer’s memo? Shearer was one of Bill’s plumbers, notorious for spreading and circulating scandals aimed at Republicans. He’s also been accused of targeting and intimidating Bill Clinton’s victims. 

Is it more likely that a British agent happened to independently come across a memo by a Clinton political operative that echoed his own material or that his dossier was based on the memo? Was the Steele dossier an original piece of work by a former British intel agent doing his own research or had he been hired to put some meat on a conspiracy theory created by a Dem political operative? 

We don’t know the answer. Yet. But it’s quite possible that Steele, Russian intel operatives and all the other elements of the vast campaign were never more than window dressing on a smear from the same guy who had peddled the Dan Quayle cocaine story the last time the Clintons needed help. 

The Steele dossier, with its sloppy fact-checking and lurid tales of prostitutes urinating in a Moscow hotel, is far too unprofessional to be the work of a British ex-intel agent, but it reads like a Cody Shearer smear. Nasty and vicious has always been Shearer’s stock in trade as a variety of Republicans can testify.

Before Fusion GPS, there was Investigative Group International (IGI). Like Fusion GPS, IGI was a shadowy organization that specialized in digging up dirt for insiders. IGI’s boss was a longtime Clinton pal and the organization was turned loose on Bill Clinton’s political enemies. Shearer was accused of working as a subcontractor for IGI to go after George H.W. Bush and Dan Quayle.

There are still many questions to be answered about the Steele dossier. But the most important question is how a piece of opposition research was transformed into a law enforcement matter. 

And what is most troubling is that it may not even be the first time that the Clintons have pulled that off. 

The campaign against Trump is unprecedented because of the scale of the abuses. The collusion between Obama government officials and Clinton campaign personnel transformed opposition research into a license for surveillance on the political opposition. A conspiracy theory from the Clinton campaign became leverage for delegitimizing and trying to reverse the results of an election. And the conspiracy theory that elements of the FBI loyal to the Democrats relied upon to attack Trump originated from the deepest sewer in Clintonworld that had been covertly smearing political enemies for decades.

The Clintons are done. But their legacy lives on after them. The Russia conspiracies and the Mueller investigation continue to divide this nation even though Hillary’s political career is deader than Julius Caesar. Fusion GPS is still around. So is IGI. And there are other organizations like them out there. 

There will always be political operatives like Cody Shearer out there. But if we don’t insulate law enforcement from them, elections won’t be determined by voters, they’ll be decided by political coups disguised as scandals. The establishment and its private police state will decide who runs the country.

The damage wantonly done to America and its institutions by the Clintons, Obama, and the amoral lust for naked power that drives the sorry lot of them is damned nigh beyond calculation. It is no exaggeration to say that these are ugly, indecent, treacherous, and dangerous people, being entirely unburdened by scruple, conscience, or virtue. Years ago it was my considered practice to regularly dump on Bill Clinton by calling him a near-sociopath; this, after all, is a man known to relentlessly pursue his every desire and ambition without the slightest pang of either shame or remorse over the harm—real harm, serious and lasting harm—done to those he victimized along the way.

Seems to me that at this stage of the game, after having watched him at his grubby pursuit of self-aggrandizement for decades now, we can comfortably dispense with the “near-” qualifier. It stupefies me to know that the dirty wretch can still dupe anybody at all with the thin scrim of humanity he tosses over his maleficence and depravity like a tattered, threadbare old shawl. Yet somehow, he does. Far more than just a handful of those dupes, too. One can only stand back and marvel over it in…well, whatever it is, admiration probably isn’t quite the word for it.

But bad as Bill is, Hillary is probably worse, lacking as she does the soulless caricature of empathy that enhances The Creep’s manipulations by allowing him to fraudulently present himself as a caring, ordinary guy drawn to politics by a simple desire to be of assistance in alleviating the travails of his fellow citizens. Compared to the pair of them, the narcissistic, thimble-deep Obama is but a callow amateur, a real greenhorn, despite the fact that he’s actually a pretty nasty piece of work in his own right. The universally-reviled Nixon—held over Republican heads since the 70s by liberals as Satan, Charles Manson, Ed Gein, and Hitler all rolled into one appalling lump—doesn’t even rank on the same scale as these toads. Next to the Clintons, poor old Tricky Dick begins to look more like Santa Claus or Mother Teresa instead. They leave him in the shade by a considerable margin.

Looking at the bigger picture, it is to this country’s undying shame and detriment both that we ever allowed without protest the rise of a professional-politician class at all, in feckless disregard of our Founders’ passionately-expressed warnings against that very thing. The Clintons are of course extraordinary, highest-order examples of that repellent breed, the pinnacle of its evolution to date. But the basic traits developed to such an extreme in the Clintons are no more than typical of very nearly all of that class: absolute and insatiable megalomania; the ability to tell any lie, either trifling or egregious, without so much as batting an eyelash if it’s useful to them in the moment; facility for convincingly feigning emotions one does not feel to even the most infinitesimal degree, such as contrition, compassion, concern, regret, gratitude, or humility; falsely evincing respect for the opinions, ambitions, or concerns of one’s constituents; ability to conceal contempt for those constituents with fawning, near-groveling obsequiousness, and to pretend to enjoy being in their midst when occasionally necessary for campaign purposes; shamelessness astounding in its depth and breadth, even when caught in the very act of the most humiliating transgressions one could imagine; a self-confident, ever-ready glibness, supporting a talent for quickly assessing on the fly the response most likely to be deemed appropriate after being caught in such a transgression; a con artist’s eye for the gullible, credulous, and easily-led; a boundless egotism, inspiring an unshakeable belief in one’s own irreplaceability as the only real hope of meaningful progress for the benighted dimwits who vote for you; a bone-deep conviction that you deserve all the power you so viscerally crave, and that you are not only qualified but duty-bound to order the lives of those you rule rather than govern according to your innate superiority.

These traits among others…and Bill Clinton is the uncontested Lord and Master of them all, doubtless the envy of every lesser pretender to his mighty throne: Crazy Bernie Sanders, who never did a day’s honest work in his life, a thoroughly inadequate man who nonetheless feels himself adequate to rule the rest of us under a socialist tyranny; Lieawatha the Injun Maid, whiter-than-white appropriator of indigenous Native American culture, hypocrite nonpareil; creepy boob Joe “Feel Em Up Feel Em Up Grope Grope Grope” Biden, standing ready to heed the call of exactly no one and offer his unwanted service to the nation in yet another of his serial bumbling runs for the Oval Office; the execrable, befuddled, and increasingly pathetic empty suit John Kasich; eminently bribable serial molester John “No Reasonable Offer Refused” Conyers; even Slick Willie’s own “wife” too—who, after her last stinging repudiation, must find even brief proximity to her husband-in-name-only so grating as to be damned near intolerable by now, an excruciating reminder of the contrast between his success and her failure.

They all envy him, and quietly hate him for attaining a summit of professional-politician greasiness and smarm too lofty for them to so much as credibly aspire to. Or they would, that is, were they capable of a moment’s honest self-reflection and awareness. Which they aren’t, fortunately for them; if they were, they’d be spontaneously combusting in the streets from burning shame.

Yep, even as The Creep fades into obscurity and Constitutionally-mandated electoral irrelevance, he haunts their thoughts still. That’s got to just frost their nuts but good. Especially Hillary’s big brass ones. You want a Clinton legacy? Right there it is, bub: Bill’s ghostly presence darkening the Progressivist mind like a lingering shadow. That dubious legacy will endure a good long time, too, until the last backcountry dog-catcher to defraud his way into office under the ragged Democrat-Socialist rubric gives it up at last and decides to call himself something else next time out, just for appearance’s sake.

This nation indubitably owes Trump a mighty debt, one difficult to calculate and impossible to repay, for thwarting the Clintons’ re-infestation of the White House if for nothing else. It’s a measure of the NeverTrumpTards’ insane, myopic folly that they remain disgruntled by it—those dwindling few of them still aquiver with bitter indignation over an upstart electorate’s daring to ignore Conservative Inc’s predictions of calamity should DC business as usual be disrupted by such a vulgar, unserious buffoon, at any rate. The 2016 election was a pivotal, watershed moment in American politics: an election that truly did matter, to an extent that precious few of them have for decades now. There are plenty of others, of course, but looming largest among the reasons why is the unanticipated reprieve from a descent into the depths of a rerun nightmare, another dunking in the Clintonian cesspool.

So thank you, Mr President. From the bottom of my own heart, anyway, if not Ewan McMuffin’s, David French’s, or any other Vichy GOPe sad sack who prefers the comforting familiarity of defeat at the hands of a true blackguard to the risky uncertainty of meaningful victory.

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Better late than…

CF lifer TR sends this along, with permission for me to post it. Naturally, it came in the middle of the big move, so I’m only just now getting around to doing so. Events have overtaken some of the points herein, rendering them no longer relevant. But others are evergreen, I think, and it all adds up to a good outline of events so far, making it well worth a look.

Special Prosecutor Mueller is trying to throw a Hail Mary. For those who don’t know, a “Hail Mary” is a desperate, last-second forward pass on the football field, without regard for defensive coverage, just hoping that it lands in the hands of an offensive receiver who will then score and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

The “Special” investigation headed by Robert Mueller is about to come to an end. We know this because he’s throwing his Hail Mary right now, and you only do that when the clock is running out. His Hail Mary is to attempt to get President Trump under oath and hope desperately that he can catch the POTUS in something that he can then call a “lie,” and establish a process crime. He has to do that NOW because the clock is about to run out, not only on the investigation, but on Mueller himself. Why is that so?

To understand that, we must back up a ways. All the way to the original Uranium One sale to the Russians. While everyone focuses on the fact that Hillary Clinton was heavily involved in that sale, let’s not forget that Robert Mueller was also on the committee that OK’d the sale, as the FBI Director. Hence, if the sale was crooked, Mueller might feel that he’s as exposed as Mrs. Clinton. This wouldn’t be a problem IF Hillary had won the election; all the Obama/Clinton scandals would have gotten swept under the rug by a complicit Justice Department.

But Trump won. What to do? Well, that of course is the “insurance policy” referred to by Peter Strzok and his rather homely paramour, Lisa Page. Russia Russia Russia. Open an investigation, appoint a “special prosecutor” who is guaranteed not to be unbiased, and delegitimize the duly elected President. This strategy depended on many things, not the least of which is the spinelessness of the Republican Party and its NeverTrump wing.

At first, things were fine. AG Sessions, doing dishonor to proud Southerners everywhere (especially those named Jeffrey and Beauregard), recused himself despite it having been proven in Congressional testimony that he had no reason to do so.

In walks swamp dweller Rob Rosenstein, who then appoints someone whose career – and perhaps freedom – depends on keeping Trump at bay and the scandals quiet. Robert Mueller.

I think Mueller knew from the very beginning that the Russia investigation was, as Van Jones said, “a big nothingburger.” BUT, it was the only way to attempt to keep Trump on the defensive and make any inroads by the FBI/Justice into the Obama era scandals moot – with the help of a complicit and fawning media, of course. Even if Mueller believed that there was something there, he had to know within 60 days that there was no Russian collusion. However, the old paradigm that “work expands to fill the time allotted” came true, and we ended up with another endless investigation.

Early on, the plan was working nicely. Russia was all the media talked about (when they weren’t distracted by the ‘daily OMG’ of Trump saying a naughty word), and probably a plurality of people believed that there was something to the investigation. This strategy would have played itself out, but probably not for a couple of years – which might have given the Dems a shot to retake Congress in 2018 and do an impeachment show trial.

Then came the news that Justice was reopening the Uranium One investigation (which produced its first indictment a few weeks ago). Suddenly Mueller had a lot to lose. I have to think that, when he got the Flynn guilty plea, Mueller badly wanted this investigation to be over. The Flynn plea had all the hallmarks of a typical Washington investigation-ender. Indict the ham sandwich for nothing substantial, bring enough pressure to bear to get the sandwich to plead guilty, and then take a victory lap of the talk shows – where Mueller could say things like “We think the conspiracy went higher, but unfortunately couldn’t prove it,” and cast a shadow over Trump’s Presidency long enough to produce the aforementioned Democrat takeover and impeachment.

At the very least, Uranium One could disgrace Mueller; at the worst, he could be indictable. With Uranium One still being investigated, Mueller was denied that opportunity, and he had to keep searching to find SOMETHING indictable about Trump. The fact that he hasn’t just might mean that Donald Trump is, from a legal perspective, perhaps the cleanest person to occupy the Oval Office in decades. Isn’t THAT ironic?

Now the clock is running out. The truck driver indicted in Uranium One may have something substantial to say. The MEMO is about to be released (notice that with all the talk of the memo, talk about Mueller getting Trump to testify has gone away). Mueller’s only option left is the perjury trap. His last-second, midfield, Hail Mary.

And supposing he traps President Trump – which isn’t unreasonable, considering that President Trump is not known for precision of wording – then what? Perhaps an under-the-table deal where Mueller says, “I won’t make this public if you let me off from Uranium One,” or Mueller taking the shot to discredit President Trump to the point that U1 will just go away? It’s hard to say, but desperate men do desperate things.

I could be wrong, of course, but I can’t come up with a single reason that this sham investigation has gone on past the Flynn indictment.

A hundred years from now, historians may remember “Memo Day” as the day that started the restoration of our democracy, and President Trump as the man who reversed our path to tyranny. Or – they may only write what they’re allowed by the government overseers who follow Robert Mueller.

We live in interesting times, indeed.

Indeed we do; in truth, I’d say that’s putting it danged mildly. No matter how it all shakes out, though, it’s apparent enough that Trump didn’t come along a moment too soon.

Mueller might well turn out to be the most hapless of all the clowns in the Dem-Soc circus; he’s turned over plenty of rocks, all right, but they were in the wrong field, and the worms crawling underneath were ones he would probably rather have stayed covered. But maybe it wasn’t really his fault; the failed Obama/Clinton putsch attempt was a serious enough offense against the Republic that maybe it was all just too monumental not to come out in the event of Her Herness’s defeat.

I know I said a while back that Trump needed to dump Mueller and end his phony “investigation,” but seeing how thoroughly the splashback has doused the nefarious Clinton/Obama cabal, I’m damned glad he didn’t now. The intriguing question at this point is whether the unraveling of this sloppy skein of corruption and treachery was just a matter of happenstance, luck, and good instincts—or whether Trump sat patiently back and let all this spin out on purpose, with knowledge, forethought, and intent, craftily dealing out enough rope for the plotters to hang themselves with. In which case the man should be acknowledged as a bona-fide political genius, amateur or not.

Many thanks to TR for sending this along.

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Roll, tide!

Big red wave a-comin’.

Pelosi, Schiff, Schumer: what are they thinking? As Rush Limbaugh put it on his radio show on Tuesday, “Whatever is good for America, is bad for the Democrats. Whatever is bad for America, is good for the Democrats.” Do they really think this is the path forward that leads to more votes? I imagine even Barack Obama himself must sit back and laugh in amazement at the line these fools are trying to toe for him. Why would they choose to die on this hill for Obama actors and career DOJ/FBI partisans? It’s all going to backfire and the entire left will be blindsided again because, guess what? Not every Democrat or Independent drinks every glass of Kool-Aid Wolf Blitzer serves up for them.

America is brimming with good, proud, and honorable people with families. They go to work each day and do their best. They enjoy their families, friends, and communities. Ultimately, citizens just want a system that is not on the political fringes. They want a balanced system that works for them — the American system, the system that made this country the best, freest country in history. Not a system of corruption that subverts the rule of law at the highest levels. Not a system chock full of double standards that favors the ruling class and their whimsical causes. It simply won’t be allowed to stand.

This crop of Dems appears poised to learn the hard way that the path back to prominence will only open up when they turn the compass back toward the center. That means considering Americans before foreigners. It also means showing even the slightest adherence and respect for the laws they’ve enacted. I’m not sure that history will ever truly reflect how badly disconnected from the rule of law Obama left the Democratic party. Traditional Dems and liberals should be distraught by wave of destruction Obama left in his wake. Sadly, the echo chamber will never tell this tale.

I no longer find myself getting worked up when I’m near a public TV tuned to CNN spewing the incessant demagoguery. I snicker and shake my head. I deeply enjoy the next most outrageous claim they’ll make, because I know that people aren’t buying it anymore. I know the MSM are digging in and digging deeper and I applaud them. Keeping digging guys! Faster…faster! The MSM and Dems learned nothing from the election of Donald J. Trump.

You might ask — What about all the statistics that show incoming administrations tend to lose the House in the first midterms? Response — those statistics don’t encompass the largest governmental corruption scandal in history and a party that refuses to acknowledge or take any responsibility for it. I offer to my fellow conservatives good tidings: the Dems are headed for a path of destruction, and they don’t even realize it, because they never pulled their heads out of the echo chamber. 

Oh, I think plenty of them—more than one might readily believe—DO realize it. It’s one of the reasons underlying their batshit, frothing-at-the-mouth lunacy now.

Because ultimately, what are they really going to do about it? Are they going to turn on a dime all of a sudden and embrace capitalism over failed socialism? A smaller, less-meddlesome government? Fewer strangling regulations on business? A loosening of preposterously draconian environmental over-regulation? A stronger military re-focused on aggressively and unequivocally watching out for American global interests first and foremost? Less tolerance for hectoring and insults from the fetid nest of dimestore dictators and kleptocrats that is the UN? Encouragement and support for American energy independence, and an embrace of the suddenly emerging American dominance—UNEXPECTED!™—of the global oil market?

These arrogant, incompetent losers, unswervingly convinced of their superiority and their right to rule despite mountains of practical evidence to the contrary, are now going to see the writing on the wall and abandon all of the futile, destructive positions that represent their toxic ideology? I mean, sure, t’is a consummation devoutly to be wished and would be a welcome development indeed, but come on—does anybody think it even remotely likely at this stage of the game?

Especially when one is mindful of the default remedy they so stubbornly insist on after each and every failure: double down, don’t let up, we just didn’t go far enough. This time for sure. The only possible “solution” to every problem they create, the only “sensible” alternative, is never to back up and try something different, perhaps even allowing a smidgeon of input from their opposition. Nope, always and forever, the battle cry is more of the same.

I don’t expect anything less than the destruction of the Democrat Socialists as a viable national party to persuade them to alter course. Even that likely won’t be enough to dissuade the most ideologically-committed of them. A couple or three more good, solid election-day trouncings will be the minimal requirement to bring that destruction about. You can see from the desperate crowing over their recent handful of wins in solidly blue states and/or over weak candidates that they remain unprepared to put the big-boy pants on and own the surfeit of disasters wrought by their Lord and Savior, even now being reversed by the mere hint of vigorous, determined opposition from a President they still can’t quite believe occupies the Oval Office. They even floated a ludicrous claim of credit for Obama when it became undeniable the economy was beginning to recover from his crippling reign of error, although admittedly they did give up on that brass-balled stratagem pretty quick once they realized how ridiculous it made them look.

And I should probably offer up the usual ass-covering caveat that it’s possible that they could make some gains in the midterms. Some unforeseeable catastrophe could crop up that they could effectively use to their political advantage.

But I honestly can’t begin to imagine what it might be, and I don’t think it’s the way to bet. The unmasking of their seditious plot to use powerful agencies of a thoroughly-infiltrated Deep State apparatus as a mechanism for stealing the last election, then to launch a semi-stealthy soft coup to prevent the elected President from doing the things voters sent him to Washington to do, is going to haunt them still. They had become too accustomed to having things their own way without resistance or accountability, and it fostered an arrogance in them that will at the very least make Normals highly resistant to trust them again, whether they ever face due and proper justice for their treason or not.

The wonderful thing is: the more they shriek, the more they thrash about in hysterics and try to scheme and manipulate in the old tried-and-true fashion—the more they try to defend the indefensible—the more damage to themselves they’re going to do. Just check out this RNC ad capitalizing on their disgraceful SOTU display and you’ll realize what these clowns are up against:




One way or another, probably sooner rather than later, the Democrat Socialist Party is through. They did it to themselves, just by being true to their nature, prematurely flexing muscle that turned out to be not nearly so strong as they assumed. They can’t help themselves, really. Because at the end of the day, the real fault is not in their stars, but in themselves.

As I always say: couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of assholes.

Not tired of all the winning yet update!With enemies like this, Trump doesn’t need friends.

Hilarious! And Trump does this to them all the time.

The president’s quarters have to be echoing with laughter every night after another day of the Beltway Bubble Boys ‘n Girls dancing to The Donald’s tune. By leveraging tweets, leaks, and off-the-cuff statements, no one has ever owned the mainstream media like Donald Trump. Those Democrat court reporters hate him, to be sure, but when he says “Jump,” they say, “How low?”

The “treason” imbroglio was another glorious liberal clusterfark. Trump gleefully giggles as he uses that word and within seconds there’s a Hiroshima of Huffiness. The land echoed with the high-pitched squeals of “Oh, well, I never!” in the wake of PDT using the very same word that tens of thousands of leftist idiots and their Fredocon pals had spent the last 18 months tossing about more promiscuously than Bill Clinton in Mazatlán on spring break.

So, for a couple days, we were treated to the delicious spectacle of the liberals arguing that, “No, we’re not traitors!”

Name one Trump supporter who, in the wake of a year of listening to fevered fantasies about Russians and Hitler Reborn and all the rest, gave one-millionth of a damn that the Dems were tearing their thinning, gray hair out over Trump joking about “treason?”

Hint: There wasn’t one. Not one.

And for those of us still fuming about how the liberals play kissy-face with legit traitor Jane Fonda, you fussy fakers are going to have to show us a lot more than that to move the needle on the Give-A-Schiff meter.

Every day, the Democrats seem intent on stepping on a new rake. The tax bill comes out, and the Democrats’ promise that those of us not already dead from Trump pulling us out of the Paris Climate Change Grift were going to be dead from getting more money back in our paychecks.

Whap! Rake! Because working folks keeping their own money is bad – for Democrat prospects.

Then a bunch of companies start giving bonuses to their employees, which the Dems pooh-pooh.

Whap! Rake! Because money not dispensed by Uncle Sucker doesn’t count or something.

And then Nancy Pelosi, the gift who keeps on gibbering, announces again and again that a grand is just “crumbs.”

Whap! Rake! Way to remind us why everyone hates San Francisco limo libs, Richie Witch.

With powerful midterm messages like, “We intend to repeal the tax reform bill that gave you Normals a few more bucks,” and “More illegal aliens or you’re racist!” the Democrats are a shoo-in to hold their House seats in Manhattan, Marin County, and Chicago! Say, a month ago wasn’t there a blue wave coming? Oops.

Be sure to check out that last link for some real encouragement. As you know, I don’t usually bother transcribing the links in my excerpts, but this one is well worth a look. You’ll be glad you did, although it too comes with a caveat: my usual polls-are-bunk one.

The old assumptions, the old strategies, the old tactics, the old manipulations and deceits are just not working for the Democrat Socialists like they used to. Sadly for them, they’re too wedded to them to let them go. And they’re not bright or capable enough to come up with new ones. Could be the only option remaining to them is to finally make good on those habitual childish threats to move to Canada or France every time they lose another election.

Don’t let the door hit you etc, you scurrilous tapeworms.

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Twitter titter

Yeah, like I wasn’t gonna click on THIS link the second I saw it.

Chidera Eggerue has learned to love her body – saggy boobs and all – and now she wants to help others to do the same.

The 23-year-old award-winning British blogger, better known as the Slumflower, is the driving force behind Saggy Boobs Matter, an online movement that challenges unrealistic expectations of what breasts should look like.

“A lack of representation of saggy-looking boobs when I used to go bra shopping in M&S [as a young teenager] made me realise that something is wrong with the way the world views women’s bodies,” Eggerue told BuzzFeed News.

“The packaging would always have a picture of a white woman with perky boobs, yet when I’d try on the same bra in my correct size, my boobs just wouldn’t look like the model pictured.”

Pretty soon she had developed a complex and started to resent her boobs. “It was so bad that at that age I had already decided that I’d get a boob job once I got my first job at 18,” Eggerue said.

“I reached 18 and didn’t get a job, let alone a boob job, so I continued self-loathing until I reached 19 and became tired of feeling like a stranger in my own body. I decided I’d had enough and made the choice to stop wearing a bra.”

I’d never claim to be a support-garment expert or anything, but I’m pretty sure that ain’t helping your situation any, my dear.

Before we go any further with this, I’d like to reiterate a position I’ve outlined here once or twice before: namely, the ass-backwardness of trite, feel-good assertions like “everyone is beautiful.” No, everyone is NOT. The value we place on beauty is directly because of its scarcity, its distinctness. Leaving aside both cultural and individual differences in taste, which span a VERY wide range, if “everybody is beautiful,” then nobody is; it renders the word devoid of any useful meaning.

To make things even more confusing, standards of beauty are remarkably malleable even within a single culture, and are constantly changing. The American ideal in what you might call the modern era went pretty quickly from Shelly Winters to Raquel Welch to the emaciated-junkie look we’ve been saddled with, who even knows why, for entirely too long now. When I lived in NYC back in the 90s I frequently had occasion to be in places where well-known fashion models were also likely to be disporting themselves, and I can tell you that most of the poor scrawny things were ugly as a mud fence up close and personal-like.

We already have words adequate for describing the majority of us without taxing “beauty” beyond repair: ordinary, average, mundane, common, nondescript. Doesn’t mean we aren’t attractive, mind, nor does it mean that there ain’t at least one half-blind sucker out there who might find us completely alluring against all odds.

All that said, though, I’d like to reassure this woman that there really aren’t all that many of us males who are terribly troubled by titties sporting less pop and more flop. In fact, I know for reals that there are huge numbers of us horndogs out there who greatly prefer ’em that way. As for boob jobs, umm, no. Seriously, just…NO. I know there’s absolutely no reason this woman should care about what I think, but if there was ever one thing guaranteed to get me pondering whether to throw rocks or head for the hills where a prospective romantic partner was concerned, it was unleashing those puppies only to be greeted by a set of store-boughts. That’s a deal-breaker for me every time, not that it ever has actually happened; I’ve always been pretty adept at spotting the horrible mutilations even before the giftwrap comes off. My God, I think I’d almost rather unzip the fly to find a dick than that.

Or, y’know, maybe not.

In any event, don’t agonize over your natural gifts, girl; relax, be of good cheer, and be happy with what you got. Trust me, there’s somebody worthwhile out there who will be thrilled to death with ’em, and will enjoy each and every opportunity you give him to see, admire, and touch them. There’s a reason we call ’em “fun bags,” a perfectly apt term that does not come with any qualifiers, disclaimers, or caveats attached. In the end, all they really gotta be is titties and most of us will be pleased as hell to stand up and cheer for ’em every time. If you run across some putz who seems unabashedly unhappy about yours—no matter what style, size, or shape they might be—just walk away and be glad you found out fairly early how incompatible you were without wasting a lot of time trying to convince yourself it might be otherwise.

Hey, how do you make five pounds of ugly, useless fat irresistible to men? Put a nipple on it.

I know, I know. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.

(Via Sarah and the Post)

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A tale of woe

I’m sure you all know by now that I have an enduring enthusiasm for and interest in aviation, military aircraft in particular. Planes captivated me way back when I was a kid, and that love has stayed with me. Even after working at the airport in the air freight biz for more than 22 years, I have never yet tired of seeing the things take off and land, and to this day will watch them doing it every single chance I get.

As much I’ve studied them over the years, there remains plenty I don’t know about the wondrous machines, and I ran across one example of that shortfall here: a 50s-era jet built by Republic, the F84F Thunderstreak and its variants. I’d never heard of the danged thing at all, which is actually not too much of a shock since for some reason my interest in roughly Korean-War-era jets pretty much begins and ends with one of my all-time favorites: the beautiful and formidable F86 Saber, one of the most wildly successful fighters ever built by anybody.

So I see this Thunderstreak mentioned peripherally in the above-linked ONT post and naturally Googled it right away, my curiosity piqued. As it happens, my prior lack of any awareness of this thing’s existence can be attributed to more than just my general lack of knowledge of aircraft from that era; the thing was a turkey, a near-complete failure, and was abandoned in relatively short order as these things go. It was a disaster right from the git-go. To wit:

Production quickly ran into problems. Although tooling commonality with the Thunderjet was supposed to be 55 percent, in reality only fifteen percent of tools could be reused. To make matters worse, the F-84F utilized press-forged wing spars and ribs. At the time, only three presses in the United States could manufacture these, and priority was given to the Boeing B-47 Stratojet bomber over the F-84. The YJ65-W-1 engine was considered obsolete and the improved J65-W-3 did not become available until 1954. When the first production F-84F finally flew on 22 November 1952, it differed from the service test aircraft. It had a different canopy which opened up and back instead of sliding to the rear, as well as airbrakes on the sides of the fuselage instead of the bottom of the aircraft. The aircraft was considered not ready for operational deployment due to control and stability problems. The first 275 aircraft, equipped with conventional stabilizer-elevator tailplanes, suffered from accelerated stall pitch-up and poor turning ability at combat speeds.

Um. Well, okay, so there were some early bugs; these things happen in the military aviation field, certainly. But they usually get ’em worked out, right? Design flaws, production problems—these things can be and are addressed and corrected fairly promptly as and when they crop up, right? Resulting eventually in an at least serviceable and useful platform, sometimes even going on to excel in a role quite different from the one envisioned in the original concept. Right?

The Thunderstreak suffered from the same poor takeoff performance as the straight-wing Thunderjet despite having a more powerful engine. In reality, almost 700 pounds-force (3.11 kN) or ten percent of total thrust was lost because the J65 was installed at an angle and its exhaust had a prominent kink. On a hot day, 7,500 feet (2,285 m) of runway were required for takeoff roll. A typical takeoff speed was 160 knots (185 mph, 300 km/h). Like the Thunderjet, the Thunderstreak excelled at cruise and had predictable handling characteristics within its performance envelope. Like its predecessor, it also suffered from accelerated stall pitch-up and potential resulting separation of wings from the airplane. In addition, spins in the F-84F were practically unrecoverable and ejection was the only recourse below 10,000 feet (3,000 m).

Aw, dammit. But still, the thing couldn’t have been a total botch, could it? A wholly irredeemable comedy of errors, a curse, justly loathed by all those unfortunate to be tainted by even passing association with the whole mess? Especially not coming from as experienced and competent a manufacturer as Republic, the creators of some truly outstanding planes over many years, the P47 Thunderbolt and the venerable, remarkable, and much-loved A10 Thunderbolt II among ’em. In fact, Republic is still around today, kinda sorta. Not as an independent company anymore, having been bought by Fairchild in 1965, who retained Republic’s naming convention with the A10. There’s also a museum on Republic’s old Long Island factory site, including a still-airworthy P47, bless their hearts.

But back to the F84F. Was it in truth a complete and total failure, an unpolishable turd of an airplane? Does its pitiable legacy consist entirely of being absolutely no use to anyone for anything besides killing pilots, auguring into the ground, vanishing into a blinding fireball, or unexpectedly flying apart on the rare occasions it was actually capable of flight under its own power?

Project Run In completed operational tests in November 1954 and found the aircraft to be to USAF satisfaction and considerably better than the F-84G. However, ongoing engine failures resulted in the entire fleet being grounded in early 1955. Also, the J65 engine continued to suffer from flameouts when flying through heavy rain or snow. As the result of the problems, the active duty phaseout began almost as soon as the F-84F entered service in 1954, and was completed by 1958. Increased tensions in Germany associated with construction of the Berlin Wall in 1961 resulted in reactivation of the F-84F fleet. In 1962, the fleet was grounded due to the corrosion of control rods. A total of 1,800 man hours were expended to bring each aircraft to full operational capacity. Stress corrosion eventually forced the retirement of ANG F-84Fs in 1971.

Well, that’s depressing. But wait!

On 9 March 1955, Lt. Col. Robert R. Scott, in a F-84F Thunderstreak, set a three-hour, 44-minute and 53-second record for the 2,446 mile flight from Los Angeles to New York.

Alright then, that’s cool.

With the appearance of the Republic F-105 Thunderchief, which also used wing-root mounted air intakes, the Thunderstreak became known as the Thud’s Mother. The earlier F-84A had been nicknamed the “Hog” and the F-84F “Super Hog,” the F-105 becoming the “Ultra Hog”.

The F105, of course, was a highly capable and successful aircraft, used pretty extensively in Vietnam and other places in various roles.

In what is probably one of the very few air-to-air engagements involving the F-84F, two Turkish Air Force F-84F Thunderstreaks shot down two Iraqi Il-28 Beagle bombers that crossed the Turkish border by mistake during a bombing operation against Iraqi Kurdish insurgents. This engagement took place on 16 August 1962.

Hm. Well, it ain’t a hell of a lot, but I’ll take it, I guess. It does ease the miasma of depression enveloping this stinking pile’s history somewhat.

The F-84F was retired from active service in 1964, and replaced by the North American F-100 Super Sabre.

NOW you’re talking. The Super Sabre, as it happens, is another of my all-time faves (despite serious problems of its own, resulting in a pretty short operational lifespan), which lends the sad saga of the hapless Thunderchump a little luster by association, at least. Rest in peace, poor thing. Or pieces, more like.

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Memo released, hilarity ensues

These guys are soooooo screwed.

I get some pushback when I use expressions like “rubber-stamp FISA court”. Shepard Smith was arguing on Fox yesterday that a FISA court judge is almost like a Supreme Court justice – I was laughing so much I nearly drove off the road. A judge can only judge what’s laid before him. In this case, almost every material fact about the “evidence” was withheld, or coyly skirted. For example, Christopher Steele was said to be in the employ of a “US person”, but not Fusion GPS or Glenn Simpson, who were being funded by Perkins Coie, who were being paid by the DNC – all of whom are cutouts, as the spooks say, for Hillary.

A FISA application has to be signed off on by the highest figures at both Justice and the Bureau – in this case Deputy Attorney General Sally Yates and FBI Director James Comey. Given the sensitive nature of the case, it is difficult to believe that they did not know the answers to all the questions above: they were demanding surveillance of a major-party presidential campaign in a two-party system on the basis entirely of uncorroborated rumors provided by the other party’s operative. Yet Yates and Comey saw nothing wrong in denying the judge “all material facts”.

A surveillance warrant against a US person also has to be renewed every 90 days – which this one was, thrice: That would presumably be just before the inauguration in January, and again in April and July. By the time of the first renewal, signatories Yates and Comey were aware that Steele had been fired as an FBI informant for blabbing to the press about being an FBI informant. In addition, an internal FBI investigation had found his dossier “minimally corroborated”. Yet evidently the diminished value of both the dossier and its author were not disclosed to the judge – in January or subsequent renewals. Indeed, one can be fairly confident that Deputy AG Rosenstein and the FBI would have been happy to apply for a fourth renewal, were it not for the fact that the general crappiness of Steele’s dossier was by then all over the papers and even a judge kept in the dark by the feds for a year might have begun to notice it.

In the middle of all this is an American citizen who was put under 24/7 surveillance by the panopticon state because it enabled the ruling party to eavesdrop on its political opponent. As much as Steele’s dossier, Carter Page was a mere pretext: The dossier was the pretext to get to Page, and Page was the pretext to get to Trump.

I flippantly asserted that this was hilarious in my title, and it is. But it’s far more than just that: it’s perhaps the most serious Constitutional crisis this nation has yet faced apart from the Civil War, and what it all says about the rot the Left has fostered at the highest levels of our government is chilling. The hilarity comes from seeing the perpetrators of this High Crime exposed at last. Their floundering and sputtering as they try to slip, slide, and slime their way out of the threat of justice being done upon them for their clear sedition can’t be anything less than enjoyable in some small way for any real American.

Aesop has put together a list (probably only partial, as he notes) of the crimes these villainous curs have committed, concluding with this:

FBI Dir. Comey, Dep. Dir. FBI McCabe, DAG Yates, Acting DAG Boente, and DAG Rosenstein all eat every bit of that.

(Before we get to Comey’s perjury, obstruction of justice, and violations of the Official Records Act.)

FBI Agent Strzok, FBI lawyer Page, and Assoc. DAG Ohr get substantial parts of all of the above, if not the whole enchilada. And anyone and everyone who knowingly aided or abetted their efforts, both upwards and downwards.
 
And Special Prosecutor (and lawyer, former FBI Director, and fully partisan Democrat hack) Mueller may get the whole shitburger as well, and at the very least, he’s down for #7, which gets him disbarred, convicted, and imprisoned all by itself.

Whether he knows it or not, his investigation ended Friday about noon, and he went from Special Prosecutor to Person Of Interest. That’s going to leave a mark.

Mueller could maybe do himself some good by a quick about-face here, switching the focus of his phonus-balonus “Russia collusion” investigation away from Trump’s team and onto the people actually, y’know, guilty of it.

And afterwards, we get to AG Loretta Lynch, and Hopey Dopey, and the Clinton Crime Family syndicate, who knew what, and when.

Then it really gets interesting.
 
BTW: There’s an upcoming Senate memo. Then the IG report. Then a memo on the role of the State Department in this. We’re just getting warmed up.
 
Deep State: Shit’s getting real for you. Soon.

One can only hope. If not…well, that will tell a story all its own. A grim one, one which carries with it all sorts of truly dismal potentialities.

But ultimately, the thing to remember is this: these Democrat Socialist fools are in fact completely incompetent. Their arrogance, their presumption, their sheer brazen chutzpah as they so recklessly futzed about with the very foundations of the American republic, ineptly conspiring to defy the “consent of the governed” and reverse the results of a Presidential election—these are all immutable qualities, impossible to rid themselves of, which will always serve to trip them up now that Normals are fully woke (ahem) to their bumbling skullduggery.

And bad as THAT is, it leaves their sheer, crippling stupidity right out of consideration. Exhibit A: Palsied Pelosi’s feeble mess of a response, as translated by Ace:

1. She says that the memo does not “protect sources and methods.” The only sources mentioned in the memo are:

a) Christopher Steele, who we already knew about

b) FusionGPS, who we already knew about

and

c) Michael Isikoff’s article for Yahoo News, which was of course a publicly-available article — we just didn’t know the fucking FBI and DOJ used that article to “corroborate” the Steele memo (despite that article being based on what Steele told Isikoff!!!)

As far as the “methods” exposed — yes, a major method of the FBI and DOJ was indeed exposed. That method is called “Lying to the court.”

I do not think that is an approved method of intelligence gathering, nor do I think the national security interests are well-served by keeping that “method” ongoing and secret.

Seems to me that this is the sort of method that would be approved of by Red Nan’s friend, Vladimir Putin.

Yeah, quite a coincidence, that. Ace goes on to nail the wormy, contemptible Deep State rumpswab Comey to the cross after he tweeted this pitiful, self-serving horseshit:


Back to Ace for the dismemberment:

What classified information was revealed? It was scrubbed by all agencies for classified information.

Also, this was all done on the up-and-up — it was voted to be published by Congress, and then given to the President, who has declassification authority, for review.

Say, Jimmy, you know who did leak classified information but who did not do so legally and who does not have declassification authority?

You did, asshole. And I’ll cheer when a special prosecutor is appointed to put your ass in jail.

Seconded, with friggin’ bells on. To which I would append: DOJ and FBI “must keep doing their jobs”? REALLY? Tell me, since when is it their fucking job to illegally spy on American citizens suspected of no actual wrongdoing whatsoever, justified by bought-and-paid-for fabrications purchased by the election’s losing party apparatus from a shady foreign intelligence agent who pulled them out of his filthy squeakhole, the whole goddamned subterfuge pursuant to an attempt to overturn an election that didn’t go the way YOU and your circus-freak cabal wanted, you loathsome motherfucking pustule?

Ahem. Sorry and all, but that felt…good. Put his ass in jail? Jail’s too goddamned good for him. Him and all the rest of his sorry, miserable-ass wrecking crew. For them, only a recreation of a good old Inquisition-era European dungeon would suffice to my satisfaction.

These slimy fucks committed their crimes under the desperate delusion that their shambolic, sickly, unpleasant, drunken trainwreck of a candidate could not possibly lose the election to a rank amateur like Trump, overlooking a widespread desire among Normals not to put themselves yet again into the manicured hands of yet another polished professional backstabber only to find themselves betrayed yet again by yet more false promises of reform. That miscalculation now puts Deep State/DemSoc/media operatives in the gravest imaginable peril, both as individuals involved in this particular—well, scandal seems too mild a word for such a tremendous goatfuck—and as a political party still aspiring to some semblance of national relevance.

But there’s a thorn for Trump lurking here too. He, and he alone, is soon going to be confronting a dilemma that, given his unabashed love of country, will make for an extremely difficult choice for him. Horn #1: does the damage done by going after these blackguards to the fullest extent of the law outweigh the prospective damage to the integrity of our institutions by easing up on them?

And make no mistake: prosecuting them, locking them up, crushing them utterly, to a man—in other words, punishing them as they deserve for their undeniable sedition if not outright treason—will certainly do damage. In my opinion, it could well be the trigger for some sort of national partitioning, or at the very least a more serious effort towards secession on the part of those Progressivist areas who have recently been flirting with the notion. I can’t imagine that insisting the Comey Cabal faces due and proper legal consequences wouldn’t lead to violent Leftard unrest in urban areas, maybe college campuses as well, at the very least.

Trump is no dummy; he will know this, and I expect he’ll be greatly troubled by it—maybe enough to stay his hand, even, if there’s any remotely reasonable way he can see to do it. Bumping right up against it, however, we have Horn #2: the idea of letting these treasonous shitweasels slide to even a small degree would have to be extremely galling to him as well, as it would to any right-thinking American with a shred of patriotism left in him. While the right choice between rigorous justice fairly but firmly applied or a pragmatic leniency that doesn’t excuse, minimize, or gloss over but preserves peace and stability would doubtless be easy enough for most of us to make, I suspect things will not appear so clean and clear-cut to the guy with all the weight on his shoulders, and the fate of the nation in his hands.

Which brings me around to the defense floated by the Comey Cabal and other feebs that I find the most amusing of them all: his/their scandalized horror over the terrible risk that releasing the memos would destroy Americans’ faith and trust in “their” FBI and DOJ. Hey guys, maybe you should worry about making yourselves worthy of faith and trust in the first place, eh? Because if there’s anything at all that the exposure of these foul shenanigans puts beyond debate, it’s that you are NOT deserving of it. You really, really aren’t. Only the most gullible, oblivious nitwit ever to shit behind a pair of shoes would trust you reprobates to so much as water his lawn. Rightly so, too. “Destroy Americans’ faith in the FBI”? Sorry, boys, but you did that to yourselves. Didn’t require any help doing it, either. In fact, out of all aspects of this shitshow, it would seem to be the one thing you got right, and did a thorough and respectable job of.

Assholes.

However it all shakes out, one response is absolutely essential: the FBI must be dismantled, root, branch, and bough. It should get the full vampire treatment: stake through the heart, cut off the head, burn the corpse, scatter the ashes, salt the earth. It has never been anything but what it now so inarguably is: a corrupt, too-powerful, out-of-control rogue agency willing and able to do serious harm to American citizens with or without any real justification. It is a threat to both liberty and the rule of law. It is and always has been a blight—an omnipotent, unaccountable, and untouchable obscenity of a sort entirely typical of every tyranny since always, a dangerously powerful tool in the hands of men at its upper echelons who should never have been allowed anywhere within arm’s reach of it. It is the breathing, brooding essence of the exact kind of thing the Founders so adamantly warned us of, and abhorred to the marrow of their bones.

I don’t envy Trump his dilemma, and I wouldn’t be in his shoes right now for anything. I do trust his judgment as he wrestles with it, and I will respect whatever conclusion he reaches. As I said before, I can see the difficulties of either approach, and the dangers they’re both fraught with. But in the end, for me it all comes down to just one thing:

We now know that almost every accusation leveled against the president with regard to so-called “Russian collusion” actually reflects the actions of what amounts to a cabal of Democratic Party operatives working with FBI and Justice Department fellow-travellers.

The picture painted by the Nunes memo is one of federal law enforcement officials who believe they are a wholly independent power, accountable to no one but themselves, and able to pick winners and losers in elections.

Based on what we know now, the conspiracy to undermine candidate Trump and later to destroy President Trump may have been limited to the Justice Department and FBI. That would be bad enough—and a serious threat to representative government striking, as it does, at the efficacy of our elections—but it may also have extended to the West Wing where U.N. Ambassador Samantha Power and National Security Adviser Susan Rice, at a minimum, used “national security” as a rationale to insert themselves into the election. This must also be the subject of investigation. And what of Ben Rhodes and his vaunted media echo chamber? It seems to have played a role as well. How many journalists either were duped or were complicit?

Nearly 50 years ago, the Watergate scandal forced a president from office. The Left thought it could do it again. But the Nunes memo—and the millions of documents and hundreds of hours of interviews behind it—makes clear that rogue elements within the FBI and Justice Department broke the law in an attempt to use the police power of the United States government first to throw the election to Hillary Clinton and then to destroy the presidency of Donald Trump.

This cannot stand. There must be consequences. And they must be swift, public, and severe.

Can’t honestly say I disagree with a single word of that, myself. The Deep State rot is, well, deep, and this mess stands as a nearly grotesque practical example of everything we mean when we use the term. Excising that rot will be painful, extremely so, and may even wind up destroying us as a nation…quite literally.

But failing to take decisive action to address such a clear-cut abuse of excessive power on the part of a federal agency charged with upholding and enforcing the laws, to include preserving the principles on which they’re founded—an abuse constituting a clandestine assault on the very heart of the American system, however far we may have strayed from its Founding ideals, reducing the notion of self-government to a bitter farce, if not an outright scam—is unacceptable to me. It will destroy us just as surely as any violent cataclysm resulting from the Left’s abhorrence of seeing justice appropriately rendered will, if maybe not as swiftly.

If Silent Jeff Sessions can’t bestir himself to bring the treasonous swine behind what I’ve (correctly) maintained from the start was a soft coup attempt against the legitimately elected government to account, he is unfit to be Attorney General, and should be immediately removed and replaced by someone with more integrity, bolstered by a basic comprehension of what the words “enforcing the law” actually mean.

May God help President Trump…and all the rest of us, too.

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SOTU slapdown

They can’t help themselves. Any more than the scorpion can stop himself from stinging the frog.

Who are these ungrateful corpses, middle America must have been asking. Good question. (Can you imagine how much money Pelosi has made in the stock market since Trump was elected? What does she have to be so upset about?)

Oh, that’s easy. The one thing that concerns her and her kind far, far more than anything else: the loss of her power. The divine prerogative to boss an entire nation around—to bend us lesser sorts to her will, to see us forced to dance to any tune she calls and to yield to her every whim—means more to her than life itself does. In fact, for her it IS life. Nothing else will ever come close.

And now it’s gone, most likely for good.

More jobs? No applause. Higher wages? No applause. Lowest black unemployment in history? Crickets. ISIS disappearing? Zzzz…

What’s wrong with these people? Don’t they know nobody loves a sorehead? You think Colin Kaepernick could be elected president?

And why were they so depressed, you may ask? Easy. Here’s what they knew and what we all know. Trump is here to stay — for the next seven years. And they’re going to have to live with it.

Not necessarily. I suggest a bight of rope and a tall tree, a long walk off a short pier, or a nice long nap on an active railroad track, myself. But I guess that’s just too much to hope for.

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Civil war

You probably already saw it, but no way can I go one step further without mentioning this brilliant piece by Greenfield.

Guns are how a civil war ends. Politics is how it begins.

How do civil wars happen?

Two or more sides disagree on who runs the country. And they can’t settle the question through elections because they don’t even agree that elections are how you decide who’s in charge.

That’s the basic issue here. Who decides who runs the country? When you hate each other but accept the election results, you have a country. When you stop accepting election results, you have a countdown to a civil war.

You can hate the other party. You can think they’re the worst thing that ever happened to the country. But then you work harder to win the next election. When you consistently reject the results of elections that you don’t win, what you want is a dictatorship.

Your very own dictatorship.

The only legitimate exercise of power in this country, according to the left, is its own. Whenever Republicans exercise power, it’s inherently illegitimate.

The attacks on Trump show that elections don’t matter to the left.

Republicans can win an election, but they have a major flaw. They’re not leftists.

That’s what the leftist dictatorship looks like.

The left lost Congress. They lost the White House. So what did they do? They began trying to run the country through Federal judges and bureaucrats.

Every time that a Federal judge issues an order saying that the President of the United States can’t scratch his own back without his say so, that’s the civil war.

Our system of government is based on the constitution, but that’s not the system that runs this country.

The left’s system is that any part of government that it runs gets total and unlimited power over the country.

If it’s in the White House, then the president can do anything. And I mean anything. He can have his own amnesty for illegal aliens. He can fine you for not having health insurance. His power is unlimited.

He’s a dictator.

But when Republicans get into the White House, suddenly the President can’t do anything. He isn’t even allowed to undo the illegal alien amnesty that his predecessor illegally invented.

A Democrat in the White House has “discretion” to completely decide every aspect of immigration policy. A Republican doesn’t even have the “discretion” to reverse him.

That’s how the game is played. That’s how our country is run.

Lengthy as that excerpt is, it’s a mere fraction of the whole. If you haven’t already, trust me: you really, really want to read all of this one. I’ve long held Daniel in the highest esteem as one of the very best thinkers and writers we have out there, but he’s really outdone himself with this piece. Aesop follows up with a great one of his own:

According to the specialists employed with your tax dollars in how to defend or subvert a given political system, there are some 17 levels of preparation involved before you get to “sporty”.

Slitting throats and blowing shit up are at Level 16.

You, and anyone you’ve ever heard of, are no farther developed than Level 3.

Cogitate on that.

This wisdom is excerpted cheerfully from a little book on doctrinal subversion that many of you have heard of, and some of you have studied, in a hands-on sort of way.

It’s known colloquially as The Bible, and officially as FM 3-05.201 Special Forces Unconventional Warfare Operations, April 2003.

You should look it up.

In fact, you should probably download that pdf, print it out, and spend some goodly time dedicated to absorbing the wisdom therein, both for the intellectual exercise, and because there may be a practical exam at some point.

But despite any interest in leveling up, you’re not ready for that, I’m not ready for that, nobody you know of is ready for that, and the proof is right there above, before your lying eyes. The fourteen layers of foundation missing between now and then are what everyone who imagines otherwise is missing.

That lack is the sort of thing that gets you nonsense like Bunker Hill, Harper’s Ferry, and the First Battle Of Bull Run.

He goes on to offer some practical suggestions:

The beauty is, there’s some miniscule chance to affect things, even yet. Not by purely voting at the bastards, certainly, 

but every thumb you can put on the scale – and in the Left’s eyes, both figuratively and literally, when opportunity presents itself – before things degrade to open conflict is to your advantage. Undermine the hell out of anything you can on the Leftard side, especially while it’s easy and cheap, let alone not something that’ll get your head in a noose, right? It’s helpful, it’s a zero-sum (every one of them you convert, or simply demoralize, is one less you have to fight), and hell, it’s FUN.

Learn lessons from history: starve the beast. The US Cavalry was purely ancillary with our Indian problem in securing the frontier. The business-end was the hunting out of the buffalo. You could look it up. So if you find the Leftards’ buffalo herds, and turn them into rugs and burgers, you’ll have a much more harmonious outcome.

By the by, there may never be any Great Cataclysm. Or, it may not happen in your entire lifetime. But how long and how gradual the slide into oblivion is may very well depend on how vigorously you kick them in the teeth as the trolls of collectivism and anarchy try to climb over the walls.

Life thus far hasn’t been about shooting anyone in this country, by and large for nearly two centuries. But there have always been one helluva lot of hippies out there. And heaven knows, they aren’t going to punch themselves.

Heh. Nope, not likely. He offers more practical, tactical solutions here, winding up thusly:

Give the Left the finger, every day, in your own head, and then slip them the wiener of pushback where it hurts, and without any lube. Embarrass them in public, and rub their noses in it, until they’re bloody with your efforts. It’s the only way a bully is broken and defanged.

THAT is your mission, every day, forever. Beat ’em like a rented mule.

Not pussing out. Not running and hiding. Not yet.

Start bailing out the boat, instead of stocking the liferaft and jumping inside, waiting for the ship to sink. (And you @$$holes drilling holes in the bottom can guess what’s coming to you, sooner or later.)

You have the Second Amendment to protect the First. The more you unload with the First Amendment, the less likely it is you’ll need recourse to do so with the Second.

The Left lost the election. Then they’ve thrown everything they could at Trump the past year, and he’s crushed them. And laughs and mocks at their pathetic attempts.

Whether we’re talking Vince Lombardi or George Patton, the strategy is the same:

you use attacks from the air to create opportunities on the ground.

President Trump has done the air strikes.

Has he ever. The Left is in dire straits indeed, reduced to beclowning themselves by sitting on their hands like sulky children during Trump’s blockbuster SOTU speech—flatly opposed to the very idea of making America great again, bitter and dismayed at the prospect of the nation getting back on its feet, prosperous and strong. That shit might play in their handful of sinking urban shitholes, but it ain’t gonna win them any votes in the rest of the country. Quite the opposite, in fact.

What we have here is End Stage Progressivism, the natural denouement of their muttonheaded policies, duplicity, arrogance, and megalomania. They’re caught in a trap of their own devising, and the resultant collapse is a delight to behold. It’s no more than they deserve, and it couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of assholes.

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Back again!

Well, kinda sorta; blogging is likely to remain slow for a bit, as I settle into a new place and deal with the chaotic aftermath of moving.

Yes, moving. Again.

It’s thoroughly humiliating to have to admit such a thing, but a few weeks ago I was evicted from the Cheap Ghetto Apartment, due to my being impossibly behind on the rent and my inability to land a job making enough money to catch up. The ironic thing is, I finally DID get myself a gig at which I’m able to make pretty dang decent coin: driving for Lyft, believe it or not. It’s averaging out to a steady and consistent sum that I wouldn’t have believed possible if you told me beforehand, and the job itself is a piece of cake. In truth, it’s enjoyable; I basically schlep nice young black girls to and from work, mostly. The Lyft folks are great too, very helpful and easy to get hold of, eager to make the experience of driving for them a pleasant one. And so it has been so far, all the way around. Gonna take me a good while to dig out of the hole I so embarrassingly found myself in, but at least now I have a hope of doing it.

There IS a nice aspect to the move, though, and it’s threefold: 1) I’m now less than a mile from my daughter’s school, which is quite an improvement over the 40-mile-one-way commute that I was enduring twice a day, every day; 2) I’m also about 50 yards from where she lives with her mom, so Madeleine has been over here just about every day, which is great for both of us; and 3) I am the hell out of Charlotte with its ever-more-absurd traffic and back home in good ol’ Gaston County where I grew up. Stumbled across a nice rent-to-own mobile home in a quiet, well-run trailer park just in the nick of time, and with a financial boost from some generous members of my family, I’m in like Flynn, hopefully to stay. In five years, if all continues to go well, nobody will ever be able to evict me again, and the only way I’ll be removed from this place is either in handcuffs or on a slab.

So I’d say despite the hassle of moving and the embarrassment of having been booted out on my ass, the whole disastrous contretemps seems to have ended well.

But then there’s also this development, and a revolting one it was, too. See, in the middle of all this I developed a diabetic foot ulcer which got itself severely infected before I even knew I had the thing. Those of you who suffer with what the old country folks around here call “The Sugar” know what a dangerous and serious thing that is. I went to take a shower one day, took off my socks, and noticed blood on the bottom of the left one. My stiff old self did some painful contortions to get a look-see and lo, there was this oozing, vile hole in the bottom of my foot, about the size of a nickel. The foot itself was discolored the angriest red you ever saw, and was swollen near to bursting all the way back to the ankles.

It scared me so badly I damned near puked. Yes, I mean that literally.

I got on some antibiotics and started doctoring the thing up twice daily. After a truly nerve-wracking ten days, the infection has cleared up and the wound itself appears to be healing nicely. On advice from a close friend of mine, I got myself an appointment at a local diabetes clinic that charges on a sliding scale according to income (if any) to help manage this mess and get on Metformin at last.

Which was quite comforting, after having been told that first awful day by my RN stepsister that I was almost certainly going to lose the foot. She’s a good girl and a great nurse, but she does have a tendency to, shall we say, dramatize things just a bit.

What with the slow-mo financial collapse of Casa Hendrix over the last few years, plus being rejected for an Obamacare subsidy for some reason (the price I was quoted from the notoriously half-functional O-care website was over six hundred a month when I tried it, which might as well have been six million given my circumstances—thanks, Barrack!), regular doctor visits have not been an option. I was relying instead for blood-sugar management on a daily dose of various supplements which, according to extensive research done by me, supposedly work as well as if not better than the standard Metformin does.

Well, enough of all that. From here on out it’s gonna be doctor’s orders and approved, established medications for this boy. Diabetes ain’t no joke; in fact, it amounts to a de facto death sentence, really, since once you get it it’s most likely going to be what kills you sooner or later—either directly, itself, or through some other follow-on malady caused or exacerbated by it such as kidney failure, a heart attack or stroke, or complications from having your foot rot off like mine came all to close to doing.

And there’s going blind, too. God, I don’t want to go blind. I really, really don’t.

So anyways, that’s what I’ve been up to the last couple of weeks. Sorry for the outage; I know I missed out on ranting about some truly epic developments, and I surely hate that. But as things get at least somewhat stabilized around here again, we’ll slowly get caught back up. I’m also considering holding the spring fundraiser a bit early this year, if only to help recoup moving expenses and the cost of medical treatment.

Plus, I’m good and damned sick of winter already, and maybe bumping the Spring Thing up will help move things along in some cosmic fashion. In any event, many thanks for your patience and continued attention while I deal with these travails, y’all.

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Publick annoucement

Sorry for the work stoppage here, gang; expect it to continue for the rest of the week and maybe into next as well. Which I truly hate, I have to say; there’s so much out there I’m just dying to write about, starting with Trump having so delightfully kicked the Democrat Socialists’ stupid asses up between their sloped shoulder blades over the Schumer Shutdown and going on from there.

But life has gotten in the way of blogging again, sad to say. All will be explained when I get back and things settle down around here a bit. In the meantime, feel free to amuse yourselves in the comments.

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Aw, man

Sure do hate to hear this.

Rock legend Tom Petty died of an accidental overdose, his family said in a Facebook post Friday evening.

Dana Petty, his wife, and Adria, his daughter, released the autopsy report from the coroner’s office that said the Petty suffered an overdose that was caused by a variety of medications.

The official report confirmed that Petty had fentanyl and oxycodone in his system.

Well, crap. In his defense, Petty had a fractured hip, a bum knee, and some chronic back problems too, if I remember right. So his self-medicating is at least understandable on some level. But I still hate to hear it, and I could wish his family had kept this information private. I’m not even sure just why, honestly; far be it from me to wax all judgmental over anyone’s choice of intoxicants, to be sure. But I do hate to see his memory tarnished in any way, as I’m sure it will be for some. His legacy surely won’t, thankfully, and his loss remains a huge one.

This sucks too:

Dolores O’Riordan’s boyfriend is speaking out for the first time since The Cranberries singer was found dead in London on Monday. She was 46.

Musician Olé Koretsky, who was dating O’Riordan for two years before she died, shared a message about the Irish singer’s death on his band’s website.

“My friend, partner, and the love of my life is gone. My heart is broken and it is beyond repair,” Koretsky wrote. “Dolores is beautiful. Her art is beautiful. Her family is beautiful. The energy she continues to radiate is undeniable.

“I am lost. I miss her so much. I will continue to stumble around this planet for some time knowing well there’s no real place for me here now,” the D.A.R.K. musician added.

My heart aches for you, buddy, and that is the plain truth. Suddenly losing the love of your life most definitely leaves a big ol’ hole, an unfillable one in fact. I won’t lie and say you’ll get over it in time; trust me, you won’t. But I hope you can hang in there long enough to realize the importance of being grateful for what you had rather than bitter over what you lost, and for the pain of that loss to subside from a constant sharp, agonizing knife in the heart into a dull but at least bearable ache.

Despite my failure to note her passing in the immediate wake of it on the ol’ hogwallow here, I LOVED (well, still love) the Cranberries, which might be surprising to some of y’all. Dolores O’Riordan was indeed a lovely lass, a comely wee Irish sprite with spunk and spirit enough for three or four, and gifted with a fantastic voice to boot. Her singing style was unique, always instantly recognizable and beguiling. This would have to be one of my favorites; the lyrics are great, as are the melody and vocal harmonies. They could have run the closing vamp about ten more times around and it would have been just fine with me. An entirely beautiful song, that’s what it is, near-magical and captivating from start to finish.




RIP, Dolores, and fare thee well, wherever your spirit has gone a-roaming.

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Can’t parody them anymore

You truly, truly can’t. On the other hand, why go to the trouble? They’re doing such a bang-up job of it themselves.

Pink pussyhats are being dropped from Women’s March because they ‘exclude trans women and women whose private parts are not pink’

No really, you guys. It would appear, incredible as it may seem to sane people, that these barking moonbats are in fact serious as hell about this. And that they expect to be taken seriously, by actually serious non-lunatics. Steyn, as you would no doubt expect, is having himself one hell of a good old time with it:

Three years ago I wrote:

I can’t recall ever describing The Vagina Monologues as ‘edgy’. But I did tell Joseph Brean that I was amused to see that its annual ‘V Day’ production at Mount Holyoke College has been canceled because of its ‘extremely narrow perspective on what it means to be a woman’. Hence, this Guardian headline: ‘Vagina Monologues playwright: “I never said a woman is someone with a vagina”.’ As I said to Mr Brean, the revolution devours its own: Less than 20 years after Eve Ensler ’empowered’ women by ‘reclaiming’ their vaginas, it seems a woman doesn’t need a vagina at all, and it’s totally cisgenderism to suggest you’re not a woman if you’re hung like a horse.

As is my wont, I was playing it for laughs – but, as I always say, none of the people who matter in our society are laughing. Hence, the Bathroom Wars of the subsequent years, in which the position of what used to be known to Common Law as the Reasonable Man (now presumably the Reasonable Cisman) is apparently (as I put it on Rush): What sort of woman would be offended by the sight of another woman’s penis?

Henry Ford said you could get a Model T in any color as long as it’s black, but you really can get a Volvo in any color. Whoops, sorry, I mean a vulva. In the Civil Rights era, millions marched so that Americans might be judged not by the color of their faces but by the color of their vulvas. If only the apartheid regime in South Africa had thought to issue their citizenry with vulva-colored hats. Hallelujah!

Unfortunately, the Women’s March in Pensacola is having no truck with celebrating divulvaversity, as they explained in a post helpfully labeled…

Trigger Warning and Content Warning for comments: Transphobia, Cissexism, Racism, mention of Sexual Assault, Genital Mutilation, Misogyny and Trans-Misogyny.

They’re not kidding:

The Pink P*ssy Hat reinforces the notion that woman = vagina and vagina = woman, and both of these are incorrect.

Exactly. These days it’s entirely random. You never know what you’re getting into. As I noted a couple of years back, since the two sexes became multiple genders, and “transsexuals” became “transgenders”, and “sex change” became “gender fluidity,” some 60 per cent of transgender persons now retain their original genitalia. For example, my compatriot Gabrielle Tremblay won a Canadian Screen Award for Best Supporting Actress for a film in which she showed her penis.

“Her penis”: See how easy it is to get with the program?

Steyn goes on to posit a darker side to this hilarity: namely, that the fact we’re even lending an ear to such lunatic-fringe nonsense at all signals a tremendous victory for the cultural Marxists. To wit:

The cult-Marxists have remade almost everything in society, and detaching the sex organs from the sexes is the final decisive victory: Once “the notion that woman = vagina and vagina = woman” is up for grabs, there really isn’t anything left to demolish.

A fair enough assertion, I guess, in and of itself. I suppose Steyn’s serious reflection here calls for some at least slightly serious analysis from me too, much as I do hate to interrupt the pointing and laughing to do it. So here goes.

I can’t see this “decisive victory” as anything but Pyrrhic in the long run; it can’t help but rebound against the shriekers severely, and that right soon too. Normal, ordinary Americans not in dire need of psychiatric help will go along with demented thrashing about of the “pussyhat” sort only so far. Especially when it’s accompanied by rabid denunciations of their own more traditional values and standards, coming eventually to be seen as part of an attempt to destroy them.

Which, y’know, it is. Normals have proven themselves by now to be happy enough to leave people on society’s fringes alone to sort out their own issues, as bizarre as some of those issues might be. Much as “liberal” blacks, gay men, lesbians, LGBTXQ39whatthefuckevers, “feminists,” and other melodrama queens like to posture and whine as if there had been no loosening whatsoever of various late-19th-century cultural restrictions, modern American reality is something entirely different.

Ordinary Americans, despite pockets of resistance here and there over the years, are in the main possessed of a forbearance, flexibility, and open-mindedness that speaks quite well of them indeed—especially when compared with, say, the virulent prejudice against blacks still rampant in parts of Asia, or the inflexible hostility to homosexuals or women’s rights in the Muslim world.

But our homegrown nutjobs very scrupulously avoid taking notice of any of that. They are no longer content with mere forbearance, either, having moved on instead to hurling their sundry pathologies in everybody else’s teeth and haranguing Normals with accusations of a “bigotry” and “oppression” that simply do not exist. That mulish, dull-witted, juvenile lack of perspective will only serve to curtail said forbearance with a quickness, likely to be replaced with something that will suit the freaks one whole hell of a lot less.

Amusing Irony Alert: people who lament Trump’s “boorishness” and lack of “decorum” marching around DC in broad daylight…wearing “pussyhats.”

And an aside: Call me an old-fashioned old stick-in-the-mud of an old grouchy old codger if you will. Call me unworldly, call me unsophisticated, call me a hick from the sticks, a rube. Call me delicate, or fussy, or overly fastidious and prim. Call me naive, even, although I assure you you’d be wrong on that one. I’ve been a lot of places, and I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve skirted danger-close to being what some might consider a libertine myself, at various times and in various ways. I have, in fact, been there and done that. To a much greater extent than most, if I do say so myself.

But one thing I never once imagined seeing, not in a million years I didn’t, was a pussyhat. A hat. Shaped to resemble a pussy—explicitly, no sly subtlety or coyness in design or construction at all, leaving absolutely no room for misinterpretation. Nary a wink, nary a nudge in sight. Worn in full public view, not at a porn industry convention or a NYC Gay Pride parade, not as a tasteless joke of an off-color costume at an adult Halloween party, but in the streets of the nation’s capital. As a political statement, a petition for the redress of grievances as our hallowed Founders put it. By people who expected to be taken seriously rather than made sport of as would be due and proper, or chased off into the night by someone possessed of too much politesse to endure such a breach of etiquette without taking direct action.

Pussyhats. I mean, seriously, you guys.

I still hold that, when you think about it, this endlessly escalating tomfoolery all comes back to the same thing: the hysteric desperation these headcases feel over Trump’s election and his solid progress in keeping his bargain with the American people since he took office. The resultant anguish has driven almost the entirety of the American Left right past the edge of eccentricity or neurosis into genuine madness. The rejection of their disastrous program was a spark that ignited a shrieking, frothing overreaction which I doubt very much they can control or even moderate, no matter how destructive to their ambitions—and to themselves, personally—it will turn out to be.

It’s almost frightening to think about what the response to their coming 2018 shellacking will be. But if things continue along more or less as they have been, it’s almost certain we’re going to find out. And then we’re going to see what that gets them.

My bet? I predicted before he was even elected that there would be more assassination attempts against Trump than any president in history. After the midterms, if the shellacking I anticipate comes to pass and Left whackadoodles find themselves soundly thumped once again (UNEXPECTED!™), look for those to start in earnest, as an even more penetrating despair and hopelessness settles in deep at the ol’ Ha Ha Hotel and the more, umm, proactive inmates figure they have nothing left to lose.

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CATASTROPHE!

America in CRISIS, Day 1.

What a tragedy it would be if Democrats made good on their threat and decided DACA was so important that they must shut down the federal government over it. Please don’t! Why, I’d be heartbroken if the government did less and a bunch of foreigners didn’t get rewarded for ignoring our laws. I think this is just the right hill for the Democrats to choose to fight to the death on, and I encourage them to do so. Throw us right in that briar patch, because you are smart and savvy and there’s no way a big dummy like Trump could beat you and make you look like fools.

Again.

Heh. Yep. Y’all be sure to keep on fucking that chicken, Democrat-Socialists.

Here’s the thing – most of Trump supporters aren’t takers – they’re makers. They’re the people the government flunkies come to with their palms up whenever some bureaucrat wants to spend a zillion bucks studying LGBT issues among Antarctic penguins or funding the NPR’s X-rated reenactments of the Nativity. How sad are Trump’s supporters going to be if the deal is, “We don’t hand over citizenship to a bunch of people who shouldn’t be here and everyone they’re related to down to their 29th cousin three times removed, and in return, we make the government stop spending money.”

There is literally no Trump voter who will say, “Why, that’s a terrible deal! If that happens, we don’t give amnesty and we don’t spend money!”

Not one.

To the extent that a shut-down hurts some of the government’s few useful employees, like the members of our military, I eagerly look forward to Chuck n’ Nancy and the other circus freaks who make up the Democrat Capitol Crew explaining to the American people why they chose to make our men and women in uniform suffer so the Democrats can import some new ballot stuffers. “Support the troops unless we need to screw them over so we can ship in foreigners to vote for future Maryland Senator Chelsea Manning” seems like a flawed message, which is why I heartily encourage the Dems to try it out.

See, here’s the problem for the Democrats: You shut down the federal government and the vast majority of Republicans will do just fine. Hell, they’ll positively thrive. But the Democrats? Their constituents are both the chunky bureaucrats who make $100K a year shuttling papers from Box A into Box B, and the lazy layabouts who exist to wait for the postman – who should be privatized – to bring their check from Uncle Sucker.

So if the Democrats decide to shut down the government over DACA, awesome. Go out and make the case that, in addition to all the other inconveniences, injuries, and expenses Americans have borne as a result of people disrespecting our laws and coming here illegally, we now have to shut down our government because of them too. Sounds like a well thought-out plan. Go ahead, Dems. Give it a try. There’s no way Trump is going to humiliate you again. Sure, you tell yourselves that every time you go up against him, but hey, you gotta win sometime.

Absolutely they do! So along with Kurt, I enthusiastically endorse this latest brilliant Democrat-Socialist maneuver, and look forward to them disproving Einstein’s (or whoever’s) famous rule and getting a different result this time around for sure. As Schlichter notes, they no longer have Oshitstain—or Her Herness—in office to run cover for them by making any “shutdown” inconvenient for as many people as possible.

They managed to hang it around Republican necks the last go, and did so with ease; they’re playing on a very different field now, whether they’ve realized that yet or not. They’ll still have their liberal media Spirit Squad trying to whip up a panicked frenzy among somebody other than residents of their decaying urban refuges, of course. But there’s not nearly as many of us out here in Real America buying the tripe they’re peddling these days as there used to be—which is another thing that seems to be escaping their notice, and just might turn out to be kind of, y’know, important.

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No worries

Schlichter asks: “Will Trump Go Sloppy and Soft on Illegal Immigration?” The first-approximation answer, to quote liberal dimwit Paul Krugman in one of the very first of many Smart-Set humiliations dealt out by the supposed “clown” Trump, is: no. The solid smackdown he just gave the open-borders crowd after his brilliantly-conceived show-meeting to shunt their gnat-like focus away from Wolff’s pack of scurrilous lies would seem to indicate so, at any rate. He let them blather and posture and demand, pretended to be interested in what they had to say, and then…told them to go take a flying fuck at a plate-glass window until they’re ready to get behind the wall and other moves to get control of the borders and immigration.

The very next damned day, he did. Meanwhile, the scurrilous tapeworm Wolff’s unfounded slanders have indeed wafted away like smoke thanks to Trump’s surefooted maneuvering—rendering the whole thing a twofer at the very least, insofar as humiliations go.

I indicated my growing impatience not long ago with cheerleaderish claims that Trump is playing 3D chess while everyone else is trying to learn checkers, but now…well, I dunno. Might have to rethink that one all over again.

I am absolutely delighted at the fake outrage over Donald Trump correctly assessing much of the Third World as a “Schumerhole.” It’s about time we had some real talk about immigration. For decades, the open borders establishment has tried to blind us with a blizzard of deceptive euphemisms designed to hide the truth. “Dreamers.” “Undocumented workers.” “Nation of immigrants.” Enough!

It’s all a scam designed to allow liberals to shut you up when you raise questions about why we should let our nation be flooded by outsiders – any questions. And they don’t even pretend to be coherent. One day we’re monsters for wanting to send illegals back where they belong, and the next we’re monsters for accurately describing the places they came from. We wonder why, if those Third World wonderlands totally aren’t what Trump said they are, their residents so eager to leave – and not to go back once they get here? And if Dreamers were wonderful hard workers who contribute so, so very much, why can’t they do all that contributing back where they came from?

Sheesh. Can you hacks please settle on a consistent narrative?

No, they cannot. It’s asking way too much of them, in no small measure because the motive behind their push for unrestricted immigration for the least desirable, most damaging candidates is not what they say it is. Or not entirely, anyway. Oh sure, they’d love to throw open the borders and invite the world in, no doubt about that. But in the larger, longer view, they don’t really give a good goddamn about immigrants or Dreamers except as a means to an end: cobbling together a new voting coalition now that normal Americans have finally seen through them and have indicated their displeasure by voting them out of local, state, and federal office in droves all over the map (excepting only their urban enclaves that multitudes of saner people are fleeing just as fast as they can manage to round up a U-Haul to rent—an undertaking which has, quite tellingly, become a damned difficult and expensive one indeed). Once they get the useless, parasitic throngs into the country, onto the voter rolls, and enrolled in welfare programs, Democrat Socialist concern for them will suddenly become very thin indeed on the ground.

After the big meeting, conservatives fretted that Trump seemed inclined to give away the store. He could have been folding, but then everything we learned about Trump over the last couple years indicates that he is no dummy – regardless of what his enemies fervently wish. It’s more likely that he understands the key consideration very, very clearly.

If Trump rolls on amnesty – that is, if he makes a DACA deal that doesn’t buy us real reforms today and not one of those “I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday” scams where Tuesday never comes – then we dump him.

We’re gone, Mr. President. Nothing personal, but if you shaft us like everyone else has shafted us, we walk. And your enemies will have beaten you – the same ones who stuck you in the back when they broke the confidence of your private meeting.

Now it looks like a DACA surrender is unlikely, especially in light of the feces-pit furor. Good. Maybe the Nice Trump at the meeting was a negotiation ploy. There’s a technique in negotiations where you wave the other side’s objective right in front of them, let them smell it, feel it just within their grasp, and when you get them so invested in the idea that it is about to be theirs, you snatch it back and lay your demands on them in the hopes they’ll feel they’re so close to success that they have to give in.

Or maybe Dreamer-hugger Trump was playing the good cop while Stephen Miller, who is infuriating the surrender caucus by being the proverbial monkey in the wrench, was being the bad cop. It could be a giant mind game with the mindless drones of the legislature.

Maybe. But it’s a dangerous game.

Nah, not really. That sort of bait-and-switch IS the game, one he figures on winning. Plus, I don’t believe for one minute that he doesn’t know all about the risk of Kurt’s “we walk” promise already, and I also think his stated position on the absolute necessity of re-establishing the national borders is something he truly does believe in. If there’s anything he’s shown us in the past year, it’s that A) he’s extremely smart, and possessed of an extraordinary facility for coming out on top in any negotiation he enters into, and B) he’s relentlessly determined to come out on top in said negotiation, and won’t enter into it in the first place without great confidence that he can bend his opposition to his will in the end.

This leak-fueled bogus scandal over Trump accurately assessing the relative quality of different nations is an important reminder for the president that the people across the table (including some GOP types) are not his friends. They don’t wish him well. They do not want him to succeed. They desperately want him to blow this negotiation, to give them the zillions of new Democrat voters and to mortify his base of support. They want a win-win for them, and a lose-lose for the president.

Don’t be a lose-loser, Mr. President.

Don’t fall for the Nancy Pelosi football scam.

If Trump sells us out, will the media suddenly reward him with positive coverage, like they did for a few hours after the big meeting? Get real. If he signs a bill giving amnesty in exchange for some bull-hole promise of border security down the road, the first thing the media will do is find his outraged supporters. The second thing it will do is find some other outrage du jour and pump that wall-to-wall.

All of which you can also assume Trump knows perfectly well. In fact, just to take the first one, if there’s anybody out there not remotely likely to make the rookie blunder of thinking of “the people across the table” as his “friends,” it would have to be Trump. Hell, they may actually even BE his friends away from that table. But when they all sit down to bargain, there’s no evidence that Trump is sucker enough to let that influence him in any way. It’s been his whole damned life, and he s excels at it. He would never have gotten where he is otherwise.

Immigration must serve our interests, the interests of Normal Americans, not the interests of Democrat pols who want more pliable voters. Not the interests of corporate hacks who want hordes of uncomplaining serfs. And not the interests of these foreigners. Good luck to them, but their countries are their problem, and we are not the solution.

Immigration must stop benefiting everyone but us Normal Americans.

And for that to happen, the lies have to stop. The deceit has to end. We need to call things by their true names. And sometimes, their true names aren’t nice.

Stay honest, Mr. President. Stay firm. Don’t get suckered. Keep your promises to the people who elected you. And keep telling the truth.

That’s the way to bet, Kurt. To think otherwise would be to succumb to the fear that Trump might actually be as stupid and/or incompetent as his desperate detractors have claimed all along. You know, the very people he’s spent the last year running rings around and making fools of.

They’ve come a cropper every single race so far, getting the hide whipped off them every step of the way: staggering blindly across the finish line at the very back of the pack, steaming and sweating and gasping in humiliating defeat even as Trump is looking ahead to his next win. I can’t see any reason to put one thin dime on these hapless also-ran nags suddenly, miraculously coming up winners for once. Better that we do all we can to see to it they’re packed off to the glue or dog-food factory—where they really belong, and might finally turn out to be of some use to somebody at long last.

After so many GOPe betrayals, a little nervousness and trepidation over the prospect of getting knifed in the back yet again is probably understandable. But keep the faith, Kurt: one of the most important factors that got Trump into the Oval Office is that he isn’t “one of them.” It amounts to a bargain made by him with the American people, one that he keeps constantly in mind. It may well be that he reneges on that deal eventually. But right now, I just can’t see it; he’d have nothing to gain by it, and everything to lose. He’s way too sharp not to grasp the consequences of such a betrayal, and I don’t really think he’s inclined in that direction anyway.

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Science: yer doin’ it wrong

Science without doubt isn’t science at all.

Let’s consider for a moment, your very best efforts to have me fired.

You’ve called me an “ultra-right wing conservative,” who is both “anti-education,” and “science-doubting.” Interestingly, you offer no proof. Odd, for a lover of science. So I challenge you to do so now. Please provide some evidence that I am in fact the person you’ve described. And by evidence, I don’t mean a sentence taken out of context, or a meme that appeared in your newsfeed, or a photo of me standing next to a politician or a talk-show host you don’t like. I mean actual proof of what you claim I am.

Also, please bear in mind that questioning the cost of a college degree does not make me “anti-education.” Questioning the existence of dark-matter does not make me a “dark-matter denier.” And questioning the wisdom of a universal $15 minimum wage doesn’t make me an “ultra-right wing conservative.” As for Morgan Freeman, I agree. He’s a terrific narrator, and a worthy replacement. But remember, Morgan played God on the big screen. Twice. Moreover, he has publicly claimed to be a “believer.” (gasp!) Should this disqualify him from narrating a series that contradicts the Bible at every turn? If not, why not?

Anyway, Rebecca, my beef with your post comes down to this – if you go to my boss and ask her to fire me because you can’t stand the sound of my voice, I get it. Narrators with unpleasant voices should probably look for other work anyway, and if enough people share your view, no hard feelings – I’ll make room for Morgan. But if you’re trying to get me fired simply because you don’t like my worldview, well then, I’m going to fight back. Partly because I like my job, and partly because you’re wrong about your assumptions, but mostly because your tactics typify a toxic blend of laziness and group-think that are all too common today – a hot mess of hashtags and intolerance that deepen the chasm currently dividing our country.

Re-read your own post, and think about your actual position. You’ve publicly asked a network to fire the narrator of a hit show because you might not share his personal beliefs. Don’t you think that’s kind of…extraordinary? Not only are you unwilling to engage with someone you disagree with – you can’t even enjoy a show you claim to love if you suspect the narrator might not share your view of the world! Do you know how insular that makes you sound? How fragile?

I just visited your page, and read your own description of you. It was revealing. It says, “I stand my ground. I fear no one & nothing. I have & will fight for what’s right.”

Maybe I’m missing something, but I don’t think the ground you’re standing on is worth defending. If you truly fear “no one & nothing,” it’s not because you’re brave; it’s because you’re unwilling to expose yourself to ideas that frighten you. And while I can see that you like to fight for what you think is “right” (in this case, getting people fired that you disagree with,) one could easily say the same thing about any other misguided, garden-variety bully.

In other words, Rebecca, I don’t think you give a damn about science. If I’m wrong, prove it.

As you may have guessed, that’s the estimable Mike Rowe eviscerating a nitwit who wrote his bosses demanding he be fired because she doesn’t like political views she assumes he holds. Attempting to destroy a dissident’s ability to make a living—along with camping out on his lawn or porch en masse and screaming threats of violence at him and his family both day and night—has become a standard operational tactic with liberal-fascists, of course, one of the most acutely despicable of their many Gestapo-like transgressions against basic decency and tolerance.

But Rowe isn’t having any of it, and he manages to dispose of the twit not only deftly and completely, but calmly and even politely as well. She responds to him almost right away with the expected libtard incoherence and near-illiteracy, either failing or refusing to meet Mike’s challenge to provide an intelligent argument supporting her specious, spittle-flecked accusations in the typical libtard style we’ve all come to know and loathe.

Mike’s equable, reasoned approach isn’t my style anymore, for better or worse, although as incredible as it may seem it was in the early years of this site. No, I ain’t kidding, I promise. I had a good handful of liberal regulars here, in fact, several of whom I actually liked personally and enjoyed intellectually jousting with. Those debates back then were always civil and respectful, without any of the rancor that we’ve latterly been dragged into.*

But Lefty burned away all my patience a long time ago, and I no longer have the slightest inclination to either debate or attempt to persuade him, preferring instead to flamethrower the flesh off his bones and then scatter a little dirt over the whole smoking ruin just to keep the odor down. But I can respect Rowe for his forbearance and willingness to engage with them just the same. I can’t honestly say I believe there’s any real use in it—which, when I think about it, is kind of depressing. Rowe’s sincere, good-hearted belief in Lefty still retaining some humanity and decency in spite of voluminous evidence to the contrary speaks well indeed of his own basic decency, and probably makes him a better man than I.

Oh yeah, and from her picture she’s every bit the corpulent, grotesque bull-dagger caricature you’d assume, as ugly as she is stupid and vicious—charmless, petty, spiteful, repellently unattractive in every way imaginable. So there, dammit.

*NOTE: If the idea of a reasonable, sane, intelligent liberal seems inconceivable to you (as well it might, given the shrieking brats, violent Marxist extremists, and gibbering pathological headcases we’re inundated with these days), you guys should look up a fellow named Marc Danziger, a serious motorcyclist and staunch 2A guy that I became quite good friends with in the Olden Thymes. He blogged back at the very dawn of the blogosphere under the handle “Armed Liberal.” Sadly, I’ve lost touch with him over the years, but he was a great guy, and I miss him. Don’t know if any of his original writings survive out there, but it’d be nice to think they did, if only as a reminder of a better, more civilized age, now lost forever as our hold on respectful if passionate disagreement loosens and we slowly descend into madness, hatred, and outright physical conflict.

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Looking for love logic in all the wrong places

Ace commits an error very common on our side:

Other people have pointed this out, but Trump is saying: We should pick immigrants according to our needs.

The left is fighting this claiming that it is immoral to think about ourselves; we must think only of the immigrants’ plight.

But why are they in a “plight” at all? What would be immoral about just leaving them where they are now?

Because, of course, they live in shitholes. That’s what the left puts forth to change this argument from one of rational self-interest (pick immigrants and number of immigrants according to our own changing needs) to one of absolute moral imperative — we must let them in because to leave them in their current countries would be cruel and inhuman.

There’s only one kind of place it would be cruel to leave someone — that’s right, a shithole.

So they can choose between screaming that we are morally obligated to lift immigrants out of their shitholes, or they can scream that it’s a travesty to call these countries shitholes, but they can’t do both.

But of course they can. They do it all the time, in fact, on just about every issue you can name. It’s been a source of half-annoyed amusement for me for a good long while now: the Left seemingly paints itself into another corner, and then some Righty blogger, columnist, or TeeWee talker crows in triumph that “they can’t POSSIBLY…” or “they wouldn’t DARE…” say or do this or that…

And then they go right ahead and do it anyway. And get away with it, too, except for whatever momentary pause our Charlie Browns out there kicking furiously at that football again and again might give them. Which is to say: none at all.

The mistake at the heart of the assertion that the Left “can’t POSSIBLY” do anything they wish is based on a fallacy: that logic, rationality, integrity, fairness, evidence, and even facts themselves matter to Progtards in even the smallest degree. It has been made bounteously clear a million times over that they do not. Not when there’s an argument to be won or a dissenter to be silenced or run over roughshod, they don’t.

The Left does not debate in good faith. Not ever, not about anything. There’s no real harm in making the case for that truth, I reckon, and in some ways it’s even a good and necessary thing. But nobody should be saying “they can’t…” with any serious expectation that it will inspire some serious reflection on their internal contradictions among them, much less stop them from doing whatever they may wish. I’m sure Ace knows that, and uses that statement not out of a shocked revulsion at their dishonesty and lack of honor, but as a reinforcement of the very notion of integrity in debate. Like I said: nothing wrong with that. And in similar vein, I’ll present this:

Three weeks after college, I flew to Senegal, West Africa, to run a community center in a rural town. Life was placid, with no danger, except to your health. That danger was considerable, because it was, in the words of the Peace Corps doctor, “a fecalized environment.”

In plain English: s— is everywhere. People defecate on the open ground, and the feces is blown with the dust – onto you, your clothes, your food, the water. He warned us the first day of training: do not even touch water. Human feces carries parasites that bore through your skin and cause organ failure.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that a few decades later, liberals would be pushing the lie that Western civilization is no better than a third-world country. Or would teach two generations of our kids that loving your own culture and wanting to preserve it are racism.

Senegal was not a hellhole. Very poor people can lead happy, meaningful lives in their own cultures’ terms. But they are not our terms. The excrement is the least of it. Our basic ideas of human relations, right and wrong, are incompatible.

I couldn’t wait to get home. So why would I want to bring Africa here? Non-Westerners do not magically become American by arriving on our shores with a visa.

For the rest of my life, I enjoyed the greatest gift of the Peace Corps: I love and treasure America more than ever. I take seriously my responsibility to defend our culture and our country and pass on the American heritage to the next generation.

African problems are made worse by our aid efforts. Senegal is full of smart, capable people. They will eventually solve their own country’s problems. They will do it on their terms, not ours. The solution is not to bring Africans here.

Actually, I do disagree with one thing here: after uncounted millennia of these “smart, capable people” in Senegal and other places NOT “solving their country’s problems,” I can see no reason to assume they ever will. I’ve read several Righty columns and posts the last few days on Trump’s “shithole” truism, with almost all of their authors hastening to declare that the problems of shitholes like Haiti, Somalia, and others are “not the fault of their people.” They do this either in obeisance to liberal pieties, or in order to deflect the cries of “RACIST!” that will surely follow any contravention of them.

Which timid delicacy STILL doesn’t render those pieties true or accurate (it won’t safeguard the writers from shrieks of “RACISM!™” either, but that’s another topic). After literally eons of failure, squalor, and general lack of civilizational progress in these squalid places—with every form of governance ever conceived of having been attempted there, the only one yielding any success at all being colonial rule by more enlightened European nations—the inescapable conclusion is that, yes, these shitholes are what they are PRECISELY BECAUSE OF their primitive, mostly ineducable, un-upliftable, savage inhabitants. Naturally, there are exceptions, as Karin herself points out. All facts, history, and numbers considered, they would be of the kind that prove the rule. Goad examines but a handful of the inconvenient truths:

In terms of life expectancy, Norway leads the pack at 81.8 years. Then comes the USA (79.3), with a sudden drop to 63.5 years for Haitians and a mere 55.0 years for Somalians.

Norway also wins the blue ribbon when it comes to per-capita income, which is a staggering 38 times that of Haitians and 173 times that of Somalians.

The noble Norsemen also win when it comes to their nation’s mean IQ, which is 100 compared to the USA’s 98. Somalia (68) and Haiti (67) both suffer a mean IQ that is below the commonly accepted cutoff line for “retarded.”

The only category where the USA comes out on top is the percentage of the population with access to improved sanitation facilities—one index claims that 100% of Americans can find a functional toilet if they try. Next comes Norway at 98.1%. Haiti (27.6%) and Somalia (23.5%) are far, far worse.  According to Wikipedia, “Sewer systems and wastewater treatment are nonexistent” in Haiti, which would mean the country is a literal shithole.

Prediction: Not a single loudmouthed virtue-signaler who’s publicly wetting themselves about Trump’s alleged comments will ever move to Haiti or Somalia.

That, too, is true, and telling. If you think it’s all “racist” anyway, well, my heart just breaks over your anguish there, kid. But reality is what it is, and speaks for itself…just like Trump’s open acknowledgement of these shitholes’ nature—and the desirability and likely negative impact on our own country of importing them—does.

Be sure to read all of it; her conclusion is bang-on, and well-stated. Hats off to her as well for having courage enough to confront some ugly truth head on, and to allow her views to be informed and shaped by it rather than clinging to what I would guess was the standard starry-eyed “we’re all the same” liberal balderdash she would have been infected with in college. As one of Vox’s commenters puts it: “What’s the difference between a missionary and (a) racist? Two weeks.” We can file that worthy observation for future use right alongside the great old classic, “a liberal is a conservative who’s been mugged,” I think.

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