Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Ball: dropped

HateChicken™Gate.

It all started after the Atlanta-based eatery tried to get in on National Sandwich Day, an appropriate holiday for the restaurant that boasts “the original chicken sandwich.” So the restaurant’s marketing staff sent out an email blast, encouraging customers to visit their nearest location and place their orders on Nov. 3.

But just as Kanye West reminded us in his newly released song, Chick-fil-A is “Closed on Sunday.” And Nov. 3 … is a Sunday.

Ummm, oooops.

It wasn’t long before the people at Chick-fil-A picked up on their snafu.

The fast-food chain sent out another email soon thereafter, owning up to the mistake: “Well … this is awkward.” We’ll just call it Chick-fil-gAte.

Popeye’s immediately seized on the mistake with a video on Twitter showing a highway sign for the Louisiana-inspired restaurant right next to one for Chick-fil-A, whose road signs often note, “Closed Sunday.” An employee was seen adding to the Popeye’s sign, “Open Sunday.”

Zaxby’s, another fast-food restaurant trying its darnedest to compete with Chick-fil-A, ran a similar campaign during the Super Bowl earlier this year, making fun of the Christian-owned restaurant for being closed on Sundays.

At the time, I thought the commercial was quite ironic. I suppose Zaxby’s (and now apparently Popeye’s) are admitting defeat by acknowledging they can only truly compete with Chick-fil-A when Chick-fil-A is not in the competition … on Sundays.

As the author says, the hate-filled, hatey H8888RRRZZZ of Hate Chicken™ Central—”Spitefully serving you since 1946!“—were recently named America’s top limited-service restaurant chain in the country for the fourth year in a row, despite protests, boycotts, and die-ins launched worldwide by hysterical LGBTQZXYWhatthehellevers all butthurt because of a persecution fantasy they made up out of whole cloth.

Good on Chick-Fil-A for handling their minor self-beclownment with class and aplomb, which is no more than you’d expect from ’em. A tip of the cap to Popeye’s and Zaxby’s as well, for demonstrating their ready grasp of the rules of free competition in an open marketplace.

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Exiting the clown car

Looks like certified non-Hispanic erstwhile hit-and-run drunk driver Robert Francis “Irish” O’Rourke wasn’t “just born to be in it” after all.

Beto Drops Out Of Race To Spend More Time Taking Guns From His Family
U.S.—Presidential candidate Robert Francis “Beto” O’Rourke has announced he is dropping out of the presidential race so that he can spend more time taking guns away from his family. “I’ve been so focused on grabbing the guns of strangers,” O’Rourke told the press, “that I’ve neglected taking away the guns of those closest to me.”

The news was especially upsetting for the millions of AR-15 owners who had just been waiting for a politician to come and free them of their scary burden. “I guess I’m stuck with these,” said gun owner Rex Wells, standing in front of his arsenal of semi-automatic rifles.

Having dropped out of the race, O’Rourke wasted no time in turning his attention to his family, immediately confiscating his children’s super soakers. He then invited himself on his uncle’s hunting trip, though his uncle seemed very wary of that. O’Rourke also asked his nephew Tommy where he kept his Nerf dart guns; Tommy claimed he lost them all in a “tragic boating accident.”

Yes, that’s America’s Paper Of Record talking. Fret not though, everyone; you can be sure Irish Francis will be back again. I mean, what the hell else is he gonna do for the next several decades? It’s not like there’s any honest work he’s qualified to do.

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We could do worse

Has #NeverTrump cucktard and all-around miserable worm Bill Kristol finally come up with a 2020 primary challenger for Trump that even I can really get behind?

Bill Kristol Wants Joe Walsh To Primary President Trump.
#NeverTrump scrapes the bottom of the barrel.

Oh come now, isn’t that a mite harsh? I mean, bottom of the barrel? Dude. YMMV, of course, but I’ve always liked ol’ Joe myself.




Hell yeah, you go, Joe! Walsh for Prez-mo-dent! Yep, he’s got my vote, and I don’t care who…that is, I wouldn’t…uhhhh…wait, what?!?

Oh. Never mind.

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Less talk, more action

Julie Kelly loses patience.

While Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s name quickly has vanished from the front pages following his disastrous testimony before Congress last month, the investigation into “Russiagate”—how top officials in the Obama Administration fabricated the phony Russian collusion hoax and weaponized the country’s most powerful law enforcement tools against an American political campaign—appears to be moving at a snail’s pace. 

The results of a long-awaited probe by the Justice Department’s inspector general into potential abuse of the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court by Comey’s FBI has been delayed again until at least early fall. In a separate inquiry, Inspector General Michael Horowitz reportedly concluded that Comey illegally leaked classified information and referred the former FBI director to the Justice Department for possible prosecution, but Attorney General William Barr reportedly rejected that advice: “Prosecutors found the IG’s findings compelling but decided not to bring charges because they did not believe they had enough evidence of Comey’s intent to violate the law, according to multiple sources,” reported John Solomon at The Hill earlier this month. 

Umm, forgive my ignorance in bringing it up and all, but wasn’t Comey’s transparently corrupt use of the spurious “lack of intent” standard to paint over Hillary!™‘s crimes something we were all making sport of not too long ago? And now BARR is resorting to it?

Sorry, y’all excuse me for a moment.

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Okay, onwards.

The House Intelligence Committee last year asked the Office of the Director of National Intelligence to declassify and publish depositions by dozens of people the committee interviewed about the Trump-Russia collusion hoax. That request remains unfulfilled. 

In May, the White House empowered Barr to declassify all materials needed to expedite his office’s investigation into Russiagate.

“Today’s action will help ensure that all Americans learn the truth about the events that occurred, and the actions that were taken, during the last Presidential election and will restore confidence in our public institutions,” announced former White House press secretary Sarah Sanders. Nearly three months later, the public has not seen one document.

In January 2018, Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman Charles Grassley (R-Iowa) referred Steele to the Justice Department for a criminal investigation for lying to federal officials. Steele has not been charged. In April 2018, 11 House Republicans sent a letter to the DOJ asking for criminal investigations into Comey, McCabe, former Attorney General Loretta Lynch, and others for various offenses. Comey continues to rant on Twitter and write anti-Trump columns for the New York Times; McCabe is a regular on MSNBC and now is suing his former employer for wrongful dismissal based on—get this—political reasons. McCabe also has been under grand jury investigation for at least a year.

The Mueller report concluded that Joseph Mifsud, the man who allegedly triggered the FBI’s probe into the Trump campaign in July 2016 after he met with George Papadopoulos, lied three times to investigators. Unlike several other Trump associates, including Papadopoulos, Mifsud has not been charged with perjury.

Alas, Kelly presents plenty more support for the depressing idea that the Deep State fix is well and truly in. Even my own hope of seeing justice done for the dastardly crimes against American self-government committed by the coup conspirators is beginning to fade. It all makes Sanders’ statement about “restoring confidence” in our tainted, toxic institutions sound like either pathetically naive blather or some kind of sick, sick joke. Lends considerable weight to that last post about the importance of resisting the gun-grabbers, now don’t it?

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Van life: NOT for pussies

I dunno, I loved it myself.

The ultimate road trip had been our goal since we’d met during our senior year of college, in 2012. We wanted to explore the country in an authentic way, meet its diverse people, see both its ugly places and its beautiful ones. Our idea was inspired by #vanlife, the faux-bohemian, four-wheeled lifestyle movement. Why tour the country in a regular old car, camping in national parks and rooming in hotels off highway exits, when we could buy a cheap van and make it our mobile home?

There was an important caveat. We decided to reject the cushiness of #vanlife and skip the saccharine Instagram posts. This was partly out of necessity—we didn’t have the budget for a $10,000 vintage van and a $10,000 overhaul. But we also feared the Instagramization of our lives, seeing the mountains through the lens of our camera phones. I rolled my eyes (though secretly a little jealous) at the shirtless #vanlife guys whose long captions detailed the importance of learning how to fix a timing belt with a shoelace. Rachel damn sure wasn’t going to sit naked on the roof of the van for a photo shoot every few sunrises.

Dude, you started off doing it wrong. There are rules for this sort of thing, you know.

From the beginning, my anxieties stemmed from the van itself. On a steamy day in July, we left triumphantly from Philly, striking out from the same old ugly, crowded highways, quickly moving north on I-87, up into the green mountainsides of the Catskills of New York. But I couldn’t enjoy the views. My eyes were glued on the temperature gauge, which read “Cold  N-O-R-M-A-L  Hot” in an arc. In the fall and winter, when I’d been driving Little Honey, the needle got stuck, as if lodged between the leg of the R and the M. Now, in the 92-degree heat, it meandered up through the M and, to my horror, occasionally cut into the A. Every millimeter it rose made new parts of my body clench. What if the temperature spiked and the van died the first week of the trip, or the first day?

You quit whining and wringing your hands and FIX the damned thing, that’s what. This serves to illustrate the big mistake that doomed this guy: if you’re going to be traveling great distances in a motor vehicle, you are essentially putting yourself completely at the mercy of said vehicle’s state of repair and reliability. It therefore behooves you to educate yourself to the greatest extent you possibly can about how the thing works, what components are most prone to sudden failure, and how to repair them yourself by the side of the road, with the at least minimal hand tools you were hopefully smart enough to bring along. Anything less is asking for trouble. And on the road, you really don’t have to ask; sooner or later, it’s going to find you on its own.

We rode on, but my nerves were shot. I couldn’t seem to shake the little voice in my head that kicked in every day when I unchocked the wheels and turned the keys in the starter: If this van breaks down, you’re fucked.

You most certainly are, buddy. And there just ain’t no feeling in the world quite as stomach-churning as the one you get when you find yourself broken down on the road: stranded far from home, family, friends, and any possible help. Much, much worse if it happens to you at around 2 in the morning, too.

I’d always wanted to be handy like my dad and uncles and cousins—the kind of men with the skill to take something apart and put it back together again, repaired. I thought that owning the van would make me handy and mechanical by necessity, and in some ways, it had: I could change a tire, no sweat, keep the simple things lubricated and topped off, even tighten the oil pan with a socket wrench to try to stop an incessant leak. But beyond that, I had failed.

You surely did—because those things you listed do not in any way, shape, or form qualify you to undertake such an adventure. They are no more than the absolute minimum that every driver should be able to do, whether on a road trip or close to home. Although I do know that even that barely-adequate skill set ain’t nearly as common as it once was, and ought to be.

I still didn’t know how to diagnose a cracked head gasket or how to fix anything serious.

No need to, really. You ain’t gonna be fixing a “cracked” head gasket by the side of the road anyway, I promise you. And head gaskets don’t really “crack,” by the by. They blow. Which generally refers to tearing, ripping, or burning through in sections. No biggie, just sayin’.

When something bad happened (and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it would), we’d be at the mercy of some wicked small-town mechanic. 

Another real problem for sure. To my own eternal disgust, there exists in this country an entire class of villainous scoundrels who make their living exclusively off of victimizing helpless sad sacks in trouble on the road, many if not most focusing on truckers. These “people” set up shop in seedy, rundown corrugated-metal shops right off of interstate off-ramps. There’s a reason for that. Think of them as trap-door spiders on two legs, waiting to ensnare any hapless soul with smoke coming from under the hood in their evil web. Hours later, your wallet will have been exsanguinated, your humiliation at having been suckered by these swine burning your self-esteem to cinders.

Even then, your car may or may not have been properly repaired. Many of these grifters are skilled enough mechanics to know how to cobble things together just enough to get you a few miles on the down road before your jerry-rigged strugglebuggy judders to a costly halt all over again. Should you ever find yourself reamed, steamed, and dry-cleaned in such fashion, you’ll readily understand why I’ve always maintained that drawing and quartering for such foul skullduggery isn’t nearly harsh enough punishment.

The mishaps, traumatizations, and ruination all go on from there, but in the end everything comes out more or less okay. Personally, I really miss my old free-wheeling, road-tripping, van-dwelling days. Which probably just confirms I’m nuts.

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STOP FIGHTING BACK!!

Kass makes some good points, and then mars them with nonsense.

Those angry loner white boys with guns, this time in El Paso, Texas, and Dayton, Ohio, have again erupted on the body politic.

And those with eyes to see are reminded that the American culture is ill.

But what of the mass shootings in Chicago, the 55 people shot over the weekend, with seven hit near a park and then eight more not far away?

You might think these are “mass shootings” too, but, in political/media terms, they’re not treated as such. The victims, and in all likelihood the shooters, are black. And Democratic politicians find no political advantage in weaponizing the victims of everyday street violence in a Democratic town. So Chicago’s dead are stepped over by national media and national Democrats on the way to 2020.

Republicans want the focus moved from President Donald Trump and his idiotic, often incendiary tweets to the violence in Baltimore and Chicago. Presidential daughter Ivanka Trump tweeted, somewhat desperately, “we mustn’t become numb to the violence faced by inner city communities every day.”

Nice try, but she failed, and she was immediately condemned. Chicago Mayor Lori Lightfoot, under pressure to do something, anything, about the slaughter, must be thankful that the Trumps give her cover and a target for sarcasm. Lightfoot dismissed Ivanka Trump’s tweets as “nonsense.”

Oh, absolutely. Trump simply MUST start acting with proper GOPe decorum and roll right over for these liars and their slimy manipulation without demur, the uncouth ape. Right, John?

Years ago, before Trump was elected president, there were white boys with guns too, slaughtering innocents. And those of us who made the culture argument back then, rather than advocate ripping the Second Amendment out of the Bill of Rights, were denounced, predictably, as know-nothing conservatives.

There had already been tens of millions of legal abortions serving as grim building blocks of an American death cult. And there were increasingly violent video games that fed the isolation, growing nihilism and misogyny in those sad, angry, mentally disturbed boys who nonetheless pass their background checks, buy their guns and make the news.

Now? They are lost in public schools that teach them about their toxic masculinity, they are loners, they are armed, in a culture that turns its face away from God.

But Trump is president now, and his constantly belligerent rhetoric, used to wage war against the corrupt status quo, has given the left great license to conflate complicated issues. They see opportunity and power to be had, and before the victims from El Paso and Dayton were buried, the dead were weaponized.

All Trump’s fault too, natch. Because they had never, EVER done anything of the sort before. And once that awful, obnoxious Trump is gone, why, they’ll surely stop and go back to treating us respectfully and civilly again, like before. Right, John?

Right?!?

Jeez, what a fucking dope. Insty approvingly heads his own link to this bilious twipe with: “JOHN KASS IS UNSPARING.” As I said before, he does indeed make some good points here, and his mention of true American hero Pfc. Glendon Oakley at the end is most welcome. But all in all, as per usual with effete NeverTrumpTard status-quo snobs, Kass only winds up “unsparingly” shooting himself in the foot.

Update! Important reminder from Schlichter.

Weird how the liberal solution to every problem is always to make you less free.

One of their tactics is exhaustion – to exhaust the weak among us and get them to say, “Gosh, if we just give in we can put this unpleasantness behind us.” But you can’t put anything behind you with these people, because there is nothing to put behind you. It’s all a lie. You are not a racist. Your guns won’t hurt anyone but criminals and aspiring tyrants. And the leftists know it. They know they are spewing skeevy slanders, and if you give in on this one – handing over your AR-15 and hanging your head over prejudices you don’t possess – the libs and their newsprint lackeys will just club you with another set of grievances that you can only atone for through further submission.

It will never end. They will always hate you. Always. Nothing you can do will change that. Nothing. So get used to it and invite them to pound sand.

It would be nice to have libs and their media goons not sliming us all the time with manifest falsehoods. It would also be nice to have a pet unicorn named Chet always ready to make a run to the liquor store to pick up a sixer of Dos Equis and some Doritos. Neither one is going to happen, and you can’t change that by giving in. No matter how much you abase yourself it will never be enough for them to not hate you. 

They are always going to hate you, so get any idea out of your head that if you just surrender then this endless tsunami of lies will finally be over. It won’t, because it has nothing to do with what you actually think or have actually done. Nothing. It’s a means of oppression, a tactic to stop you from exercising your right to be a citizen instead of a serf.

Defenseless, silenced and paying for everyone else’s stuff, all while being abused and disrespected – that’s what the left wants for you.

Everything the left says or does is designed to make them more powerful by making you less free. You can never give enough of your money or freedom away to make them stop hating you, so don’t try. Get woke to their scam – luckily we have a president who is – and don’t play along. They’ll always hate you, so stop caring about their lies.

You listening out there, John? You and the other Surrender-Monkey GOPers? Because y’all damned sure oughta be.

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No d’uh!

Why, I’m shocked, I tell you. Shocked.

On a Wednesday morning in late May, emissaries of two of the strongest political voices on climate change convened at a coffee shop a few blocks from the U.S. Capitol. Saikat Chakrabarti, chief of staff to Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-N.Y.), was there to meet Sam Ricketts, climate director for Washington Gov. Jay Inslee (D), who is running for president almost exclusively on a platform of combating global warming. A newly released plank of Inslee’s climate change agenda had caught the attention of Chakrabarti and his boss, who had tweeted that Inslee’s “climate plan is the most serious + comprehensive one to address our crisis in the 2020 field.” Pleased by the positive reception from the demanding Green New Deal wing of the climate struggle, Ricketts had set up this meeting with Chakrabarti to establish a personal connection and share approaches to climate advocacy.

Chakrabarti had an unexpected disclosure. “The interesting thing about the Green New Deal,” he said, “is it wasn’t originally a climate thing at all.” Ricketts greeted this startling notion with an attentive poker face. “Do you guys think of it as a climate thing?” Chakrabarti continued. “Because we really think of it as a how-do-you-change-the-entire-economy thing.”

“Yeah,” said Ricketts. Then he said: “No.” Then he said: “I think it’s, it’s, it’s, it’s dual. It is both rising to the challenge that is existential around climate and it is building an economy that contains more prosperity. More sustainability in that prosperity — and more broadly shared prosperity, equitability and justice throughout.”

Contra my sarcasm above, none of that should come as any surprise to anyone, of course. No, the actual surprise is here:

Chakrabarti liked the answer. “The thing I think you guys are doing that’s so incredible is … you guys are actually figuring out how to do it and make it work, the comprehensive plan where it all fits together,” he said. “I’d love to get into a situation where everyone’s trying to just outdo each other.” But Chakrabarti couldn’t help adding: “I’ll be honest, my view is I still think you guys aren’t going big enough.

Ummm…whaaaat? SRSLY?!? Let’s see: complete federal takeover and supervision of the economy. Fossil fuels banned; cars, airplanes, trains, ships, the whole internal-combustion megilla, gone. No more steaks, no more burgers, no more beef, because no more “farting cows” (no, really). “Free” college for everybody. Every building in America “retrofitted”—ie, gutted and/or demolished, then rebuilt—to use outdated, unreliable “green” energy. No nuclear power, natural gas, or coal. Uncountable trillions of dollars thrown down the environmentalist-whacko toilet. Government to provide every American with “healthy food” (presumably vegan), a house, a job, and a guaranteed salary “for all unable or unwilling to work.”

All that—a truly mind-boggling government intrusion into EVERY SINGLE ASPECT of American life, paid for by “massive” taxation—and this loon gripes that they aren’t “going big enough”?

My God. I have not the least doubt that he is one hundred percent serious about all that, too. I’d ask how just how “big” he’d like to go, but I tremble at the answer he’d give.

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The mystic chords of memory

What could be more appropriate today than a reflection on Gettysburg by the Civil War’s greatest historian, Shelby Foote?

Lee laid his hand on the dead Jackson’s map, touching the regiion just east of the mountains that caught on their western flanks the rays of the setting sun. “Hereabouts we shall probably meet the enemy and fight a great battle,” he saud, “and if God gives us the victory, the war will be over and we shall achieve the recognition of our independence.”

One of the place names under his hand as he spoke was the college town of Gettysburg, just over 20 miles away, from which no less than 10 roads ran to as many disparate points of the compass, as if it were probing for trouble in all directions.

Lee groped his way across the Pennsylvania landscape, deprived of his eyes and ears (Stuart’s cavalry) and with little information as to the enemy’s whereabouts or intentions… Whatever Lee encountered, good or bad, was bound to come as a surprise, and surprise was seldom a welcome thing in war. And so it was. Coincidents refused to mesh for the general who, six weeks ago in Richmond, had cast his vote for the long chance. Fortuity itself, as the deadly game unfolded move by move, appeared to conform to a pattern of hard luck; so much so, indeed, that in time men would say of Lee, as Jael had said of Sisera after she drove the tent peg into his temple, that the stars in their courses had fought against him.

One more item concerned Lee, though few of his lieutenants agreed that it should be so. They were saying that Meade was about as able a general as Hooker, but considerably less bold, and they were exchanging congratulations on Lincoln’s appointment of another mediocre opponent for them. Lee, who had known the Pennsylvanian as a fellow engineer in the old army, did not agree. “General Meade will commit no blunder on my front,” he said, “and if I make one he will make haste to take advantage of it.”

The Confederates had the advantage of converging on a central point whereas the Federals would be marching toward a point that was beyond their perimeter, but Meade had the advantage of numbers and a less congested road net: plus another advantage which up to now, except for the brief September interlude that ended bloodily at Sharpsburg, had been with Lee. The northern commander and his soldiers would be fighting on their own ground, in defense of their own homes.

Meade had already lost control of events before he made the offer to abide by the decision of the first of his chief subordinates who took a notion that the time had come to backtrack. Even as the circular was being prepared and the engineers were laying out the proposed defensive line behind Pipe Creek, John Reynolds was committing the army to battle a dozen miles north of the headquarters Meade was getting ready to abandon. And Reynolds in turn had taken his cue from Buford, who had spread his troopers along the banks of another creek, just west of Gettysburg; Willoughby Ryan, it was called.

Lee was aware of Napoleon’s remark that at certain edgy times a dogfight could bring on a battle, and it seemed to him that with his infantry groping its way across unfamiliar, hostile terrain, in an attempt to perform the proper function of cavalry, this might well be ones of those times. He was worried and said so.

The Federals were retreating pell-mell into the streets of Gettysburg, already jammed with other blue troops pouring down from the north, under pressure from Ewell, as into a funnel whose spout extended south. Those who managed to struggle free of the crush, and thus emerge from the spout, were running hard down two roads that led steeply up a dominant height where guns were emplaced and the foremost of the fugitives were being brought to a halt, apparently for still another stand; Cemetery Ridge, it was called because of the graveyard on its lofty plateau, half a mile from the town square. Another half mile to the east, about two miles where Lee stood, there was a second eminence, Culp’s Hill, slightly higher than the first, to which it was connected by a saddle of rocky groun, similarly precipitous and foreboding. These two hills, their summits a hundred feet above the town, which in turn was about half that far below the crest of Seminary Ridge, afforded the enemy a strong position — indeed, a natural fortess — on which to rally his whipped and panicky troops, especially if time was allowed for the steadily increasing number of defenders to improve with their spades the already formidable advantages of terrain… It was clear that if the tactical advantage was not pressed, it might soon be lost altogether, first by giving the rattled bluecoats a chance to recompose themselves, and second by allowing time for the arrival of heavy reinforcements already on the way. Moreover, both of these reasons for continuing the offensive were merely adjunctive to Lee’s natural inclination, here as elsewhere, now as always, to keep a beaten opponent under pressure, adn thus off balance, just as long as his own troops had wind and strength enough to put one foot in front of the other.

The story of Gettysburg is one of the richest, most engrossing, and sometimes just damned strange in all the annals of warfare. Its scale and sweep are nothing short of epic, its central irony staggering: seriously, what irony could be more biting than that such grandeur should be borne up on the shoulders of the common rank-and-file footsloggers doing battle nose-to-nose with their enemies every bit as much as those of the larger-than-life men in command?

Gettysburg is a narrative filled with examples of brilliance and blunder; of extraordinary, almost superhuman valor; of the best-laid plans of brilliant commanders being laid all to waste by sheerest happenstance and blind, dumb luck. It is a tale of glory and heroism brought forth from the sordid, tawdry horror of one of the most murderous acts of organized human violence in history. It is profound nobility shining forth from the bloody muck and agony of the battlefield.

All those truths taken together lends the weight of prophecy to Lee’s famous quote from the earlier battle at Fredericksburg: “It is well that war is so terrible, else we would grow too fond of it.”

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Dominance and submission

Even as the parent of a daughter who will most likely end up confronting this nonsense sooner or later, I still can’t help but enjoy how end-stage “feminism” and chaotic, anti-science Leftard gender fuckwittery have been crushed under the weight of their own contradictions.

U.S.—Declaring that “the future is female” and that they would “no longer bow to toxic male faux-dominance,” Americans on the left of the political spectrum solemnly vowed Saturday to topple the Patriarchy once and for all by allowing biological males to dominate all women’s sports.

“The Patriarchy needs to be smashed, women need to be empowered, and men who identify as women need to be active in women’s contact sports!” one Portland LGBT activist told reporters. “Once every single female sport in America is utterly dominated by biological males who identify as women, the criminal hierarchy of men utterly dominating all aspects of life will be broken—this is not hard!”

“Not allowing men who identify as women to participate in women’s sports is patriarchal oppression, and probably transphobic, or maybe sexist, we think?” she added sternly.

Questioned about CeCe Telfer—formerly Craig Telfer—the biologically male NCAA runner who went from a ranking of 390th to becoming national champion in one year after identifying as transgender and switching from competing against men to competing against women, the activist said “what CeCe has done is affirming and marvelous.”

“Crushing the hopes and dreams of females who’ve trained their whole lives only to be suddenly forced to compete against physically superior biological males is the perfect way to uplift women.”

Men and women are NOT equal—physically, mentally, or emotionally. Gender is genetically assigned and immutable, not subject to change according to one’s “feelings” or whim. A male may have himself surgically and hormonally altered to accomodate his psychological aberrations, but cannot make himself a woman thereby. There are some things a woman simply can NOT do “every bit as well” as a man. Them’s the facts, ladies; you might not like ’em, but you damned sure have to live with ’em. Just like the rest of us do.

And if you don’t believe me, you just go and check out the pics of the “female” athletes accompanying the article.

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Honey truck

Okay, so…uhh…okay, so…umm…ummmm…

Okay.

Karma. Karma. Karma. Don’t say it doesn’t exist, because I can assure you, it definitely does. Turns out a dynamic duo in Australia got exactly what they deserved, after attempting to steal some gas. The criminals were left with a bitter taste in their mouth, after trying to siphon gas from a tour bus, only to accidentally hook up the cap to the wrong tank, and siphoning poop.

Yes, these dummy’s got what they deserved after accidentally hooking up to the sewage tankinstead because apparently, it was so dark that neither of them could see where they were putting their mouth. Literally. The Laverton Police tweeted about the incident, poking fun at the men, saying, “Hey all. Only in LA. We are looking into this one and following our nose from some leads. Hoping to crack the case.”

Thanks for nothin’ to MisHum for the tip on this surpassingly shitty story. Also: heh.

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Step by step, inch by inch

The B’arr creeps up on ’em.

“These counter-intelligence activities that were directed at the Trump Campaign were not done in the normal course and not through the normal procedures as a far as I can tell,” Barr told CBS News’ legal analyst Jan Crawford.

Sadly, it may be a lot more “normal” than any of us would like to think.

Barr added that the questionable activities were “undertaken by a small group at the top,” not rank-and-file FBI agents.

This would refer to former FBI Director James Comey and his high-level deputies including Andrew McCabe, James Baker, Lisa Page, and Peter Strzok.

A fine list for starters, but let’s not blithely skip past Brennan, Clapper, and Lynch while we’re at it there, Mr AG. They and their related shenanigans ought to be kept firmly in mind.

Barr warned that the use of federal powers originally intended to detect foreign enemies but instead used against an American political campaign represents “a serious red line that’s been crossed.”

The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. My personal favorite quote from the CBS interview:

I think one of the ironies today is that people are saying that it’s President Trump that’s shredding our institutions. I really see no evidence of that, it is hard, and I really haven’t seen bill of particulars as to how that’s being done. From my perspective the idea of resisting a democratically elected president and basically throwing everything at him and you know, really changing the norms on the grounds that we have to stop this president, that is where the shredding of our norms and our institutions is occurring.

Annnd bingo. At some point, we have to start worrying about Barr falling victim to Arkancide—probably sooner rather than later, if he keeps steadily, doggedly on like he presently is. Link to the full interview transcript is rat cheer. It’s well worth perusing, if only because you just know that the sentiments expressed by Barr therein are probably causing the Klown Kar Koup intriguers some sleepless nights of late.

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Spygate: high, wide, and deep

It’s a lot bigger than you might think.

Criminals rarely begin their careers with a capstone crime. Trivial crimes typically get bigger and more serious over the malefactor’s career. The same pattern applies to government crimes for the same reason. Specifically, the perp is unsure of how far he can go before he is noticed and reacted to.

Violations of privacy and differential citizen treatment were rife long before Trump came on the scene. The IRS scandal under Obama involved blocking conservative organizations from getting proper tax status.  James Rosen, a Fox reporter, was spied on as early as 2010 by the Obama Administration. Samantha Power unmasked an incredible number of people in her role at the United Nations. Debra Heine referenced Sara Carter saying:

“That’s unheard of,” Carter said. “Put it this way — when John Bolton was the at the U.N., he unmasked three people. Three people. She unmasked close to 300. And I’m going to tell you some of those names are going to be very important when they come out,” she added.

The Intelligence Community appears to have been unleashed against American citizens before Trump announced his intentions to run for office. Given what was deemed to be an infinitesimal chance of his winning, one wonders why any attention at all was paid to Trump, at least initially. Perhaps the ease with which the controls and checks and balances were vitiated in prior FISA abuses and unmaskings, made it seem almost “free” or “riskless” to engage in such behavior. If this thinking is correct, there is likely evidence to be uncovered regarding other Republican candidates, especially those considered as real opponents.

Criminality in government did not start in Obama’s administration. Serious abuses in J. Edgar Hoover’s long reign are well documented. How much of this was institutionalized into the fabric of the intelligence community? Does anyone believe that such perfidies and criminal acts did not occur under Carter, Reagan, Clinton, or Bush?

Hoover was a fanatic who considered himself a patriot. His behavior was as reprehensible as what is being uncovered today. However, there is a big difference! Hoover was the instigator and director of this behavior. He was a lone wolf at the head of a powerful agency.

Today, the effort does not emanate from one agency but permeates the entire upper echelon of the Intelligence Community. Someone higher-up had to coordinate and direct this organized effort. That is vastly more serious than a powerful, rogue FBI director infecting his own agency! There is no proof that Obama was in charge of the operation, but the fact that it was politically oriented is a meaningful difference from Hoover. The fact that it was coordinated across agencies also suggests that someone at or near the top directed it.

No proof incriminating Obama…yet. But that last line is a compelling indication of which way the wind might end up blowing. Meanwhile, terrified Swamp rat Comey has emitted yet another self-justifying whine:

Former FBI Director James Comey on Tuesday penned an opinion piece in the Washington Post about the Russia probe and Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s findings (or lack thereof). According to Comey, “the president is a liar who doesn’t care what damage he does to vital institutions,” which is why he felt the need to set the record straight.

“We must call out his lies that the FBI was corrupt and committed treason, that we spied on the Trump campaign, and tried to defeat Donald Trump. We must constantly return to the stubborn facts,” Comey wrote.

The irony, it burns.

As director, I was determined that the work would be done carefully, professionally and discreetly. We were just starting. If there was nothing to it, we didn’t want to smear Americans. If there was something to it, we didn’t want to let corrupt Americans know we were on to them. So, we kept it secret. That’s how the FBI approaches all counterintelligence cases.

And there’s the first problem with Trump’s whole “treason” narrative. If we were “deep state” Clinton loyalists bent on stopping him, why would we keep it secret? Why wouldn’t the much-maligned FBI supervisor Peter Strzok — the alleged kingpin of the “treasonous” plot to stop Trump — tell anyone? He was one of the very few people who knew what we were investigating.

We investigated. We didn’t gather information about the campaign’s strategy. We didn’t “spy” on anyone’s campaign. We investigated to see whether it was true that Americans associated with the campaign had taken the Russians up on any offer of help. By late October, the investigators thought they had probable cause to get a federal court order to conduct electronic surveillance of a former Trump campaign adviser named Carter Page. Page was no longer with the campaign, but there was reason to believe he was acting as an agent of the Russian government. We asked a federal judge for permission to surveil him and then we did it, all without revealing our work, despite the fact that it was late October and a leak would have been very harmful to candidate Trump. Worst deep-state conspiracy ever.

You didn’t “reveal your work” because it was based on a preposterous, bought-and-paid-for “dossier” that was nothing but a partisan smear-job purchased by one of the most corrupt, crooked megalomaniacs in American history. There was never any chance whatever of its standing up under even the most cursory scrutiny, and you and your fellow conspirators all knew it. No matter. You didn’t expect it to ever be put to the test; you had complete confidence in Her Herness’s ability to swindle, hoodwink, and defraud her way into the Oval Office. You ALL did.

Oooops.

Old news update! Buffoonish imbecile Maxine Waters spills the Spygate beans…in 2013.

Congresswoman Maxine Waters (D-Calif.), one of the left wing’s most prominent and vocal figures, has a 30-year history of ill advised, frothing rhetoric. “Auntie Maxine” is atop no one’s list of vise-lipped confidantes, yet because of her prominence, she is clued in on much of the darker machinations of the Democratic Party and its backers. Occasionally, she reveals more than intended. February 2013 was one of those times.

From Roland Martin’s television show:

The President has put in place an organization with the kind of database that no one has ever seen before in life[.]…That’s going to be very, very powerful[.]…That database will have information about everything on every individual on ways that it’s never been done before and whoever runs for President on the Democratic ticket has to deal with that. They’re going to go down with that database and the concerns of those people because they can’t get around it. And he’s [President Obama] been very smart. It’s very powerful what he’s leaving in place.

Many observers at the time (myself included) found this statement a bit of a head-scratcher, as the database to which Ms. Waters referred was not immediately apparent. Personally, I assumed she was speaking of Obama’s prodigious campaign organization, perhaps exaggerating the information gleaned from the campaign’s wide-ranging social media contacts.

In any case, the comment drifted from collective memory in fairly short order and remained forgotten until just the other day, when it elbowed its way to the forefront of my consciousness.

…Combining this documentation with the revelations from D.C. super-lawyer Joe DiGenova that this illegal surveillance and data-gathering operation had been in full swing far longer than anyone suspected, dating back to just before the election of 2012, and you have the bones of the most egregious plot of sedition our nation has ever seen, one involving the takeover of the federal government by use of blackmail.

Taken in light of the previously opaque comments from Auntie Maxine, one can’t help but wonder whether the “database like no one has ever seen before” is in fact the result of the operation DiGenova references. Waters’s description certainly fits.

Whenever there is scandal among the high levels of an administration, the first question that springs to mind is invariably “What did the president know, and when did he know it?”

In the case of Obama and the illegal abuse of America’s intel and investigatory powers to gather information on his political opponents, it appears we need only ask Auntie Maxine, who helpfully told us six years ago that Obama was in on it from the outset.

Of COURSE he was. So what could be more fitting than that the tattered cover under which he’s been cowering all this time might be rent fully asunder by the gibbering of this slavering sub-moron?

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Upgrades, improvements, and just dicking around

So I was conversing on the phone with my dear friend Amanda just now, recently shorn of a godawful relationship and the archetypical Tough Chick. Our discussion brought the post to mind somehow, whereupon I mentioned that I seemed to be recall her being mentioned in the thing, although my memory being what it is these days I could easily have been wrong. That got me to re-reading the thing, which in its turn in this rambling chain of events made me decide to do some light editing of it. I’m still happy with the post, and proud of it, after all these years. But there were a couple of typos in there, which are intolerable to me when I notice ’em, and a few things I feel like I could maybe have worded better or more clearly.

And now, since it turned out my memory was indeed in error and Amanda was unjustly ommitted, I feel like I need to include some sort of addendum to include her. SO…well, I’ll update this post once I’m done with all that, for anybody interested.

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No risk, no reward

Wilder on risk.

As I’ve observed you humans my fellow humans for the past few decades, I’ve discovered that Risk is poorly understood. Pop Wilder had fallen victim to what I’m now calling Wilder’s Rule of Risk: What he thought was safe, was risky. What he thought was risky, was safe. He ended up outliving his savings due to decisions that prioritized “safety” over even minimal risks. He built barriers to action over unreasonable and unlikely fears.

Life is like Tom Cruise. It’s short. Life is also like having sex with a Kardashian. Hairy and risky. But you have a choice. You can be afraid and live in fear. You can also live gallantly, and die nobly.

We want to live with certainty. We want to, especially when we’re young, and when we are old, avoid risk. But we can’t. The absence of risk is the absence of life. The thrill of the first kiss, the thrill of winning when you’ve bet it all on red, those are life. Life is struggle. Life is fighting. Life is also all about risk.

Step one of living gallantly and nobly? Don’t be afraid of risks that aren’t real.

I’ve taken one hell of a lot of risks over the years: some of them senseless, some of them unavoidable, some of them truly nuts, plenty of them for no fathomable reason at all other than just to take them. If I learned anything from it (and I ain’t saying I did), it’s that the most exhilarating experiences in life are usually the result of a risk run and successfully overcome.

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Lies, lies, nothing but lies

It’s all they have, and all they’ve ever had.

Shortly before Special Counsel Robert Mueller filed his report on the Russia investigation last month, Sens. Chuck Grassley, R-Iowa, and Lindsey Graham, R-S.C., alerted Attorney General Bill Barr to what they described as the “selective” use of emails in Mueller court filings — as well as potential “improper political influence, misconduct, and mismanagement” in the FBI’s original Russia probe.

In a March 8 letter, Grassley and Graham referred Barr to a letter sent to Mueller in late 2017 that alleged his investigators had cherry-picked details from emails to include in court documents, urging him to review the materials. They also notified him that they had asked DOJ Inspector General Michael Horowitz a year earlier to review the original FBI probe.

Fox News has also obtained the 2017 letter (above) from Grassley to Mueller, which spelled out the lawmakers’ concerns about the “absence of additional context” in the court filings — as well as concerns over how those documents were covered in the media. “The glaring lack of [context] feeds speculation and innuendo that distorts the facts,” Grassley wrote at the time.

That court filing said Papadopoulos emailed another campaign official in May 2016 with the subject line, “Request from Russia to meet Mr. Trump.” The document said the email stated that Russia “has been eager to meet Mr. Trump for quite sometime and have been reaching out to me to discuss,” adding in a footnote that the official forwarded the email to another campaign official asking to discuss: “We need someone to communicate that DT is not doing these trips. It should be someone low level in the campaign so as not to send any signal.”

The senators said media outlets then seized on the fragments to report a “Campaign official suggested ‘low level’ staff should go to Russia.” However, they said the full emails — obtained from the Trump campaign — tell a different story.

“In full context, the emails in question actually show that the Trump Campaign wanted someone ‘low level’ to decline these types of invitations,” Grassley and Graham wrote in the letter to Barr.

Anybody surprised? If so, may I ask why, exactly? The remarkable thing is that they were so confident that none of this base deception would ever be unearthed that they were willing to resort to it in the first place. Then again, though, that might have been more a matter of panic and desperation than it was confidence.

(Via GP)

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The Great Unraveling

The wheels are coming off the bus, so you can look for the space underneath it to get more and more crowded (emphasis mine throughout—M).

The recently released transcript of George Papadopoulos’s congressional testimony reveals a significant fact: Papadopoulos’s introduction to Joseph Mifsud—the source of the “Russia has Hillary’s emails” tip that purportedly prompted the FBI to launch an investigation into the Trump campaign—was arranged mere days after Papadopoulos announced he was joining the Trump campaign.

Saturday evening, Papadopoulos rocked Twitter with claims that “a woman in London, who was the FBI’s legal attaché in the U.K.” encouraged him “to meet Joseph Mifsud in Rome in March 2016.” These new revelations raise fresh concerns that, with the approval of the FBI, foreign governments were meddling in the 2016 election.

Mifsud has long been suspected of holding the key to efforts to target the Trump campaign. But Papadopoulos’s testimony and his tweet now implicate the amorphous London Centre for International Law Practice and the FBI in the plot to put Papadopoulos in contact with Mifsud. From there, Mifsud had but to groom Papadopoulos with promises of Russia connections that would allow him to shine in his new role as a foreign policy advisor to Trump.

It worked, and Mifsud’s supposed tip about the Russian hacking provided the FBI the pretext necessary to launch a full investigation into the Trump campaign for supposedly colluding with Russia.

This all raises lots of questions, chief among them this one: What did Obama know, and when did he know it? But don’t for a moment imagine that Papadopolous was the only one who had a baited Trump trap placed in his path.

For one, a series of stories that appeared in the press in early 2017 heavily implied Lokhova was a Russian agent who tried to suborn Michael Flynn at a dinner hosted at Cambridge on Feb. 28, 2014. Flynn served at the time as director of the Defense Intelligence Agency.

A year after those stories appeared, The Daily Caller News Foundation reported Halper cozied to three Trump campaign advisers, Carter Page, Sam Clovis and George Papadopoulos. In May 2018, Halper was revealed as a longtime CIA and FBI informant, a revelation that led President Donald Trump to accuse the FBI of planting a spy in his campaign. The Republican coined the term “Spygate” to describe the alleged scandal.

And Trump was right, too. The Deep State apparat attempted to entrap Trump, with the ultimate goal of, first, rigging the 2016 election, then forcing him out of office under false pretenses after that had failed.

“ALLEGED scandal”? My lily white ass. This is nothing less than the biggest, the most heinous and damaging scandal in American history. Too-powerful Superstate bureaucracies have been exposed as thoroughly compromised by bone-deep corruption and malfeasance, from top to bottom. The entire American system—Congress, the Executive branch under Emperor Ogabe, the federal law enforcement and intelligence agencies, and the so-called “mainstream” media—has wilfully and wantonly stripped itself of any credible claim to trustworthiness or Constitutional legitimacy, perhaps never to regain it.

Every American should consider all of this absolutely intolerable. We now know that our system is rotten, and that we are being misgoverned by a Ruling Class of amoral mediocrities who are patently unfit for the positions they abuse. No matter what you might think of Trump—as a man, as a husband, as a celebrity, or as President—you should be both infuriated…and alarmed.

Both via Ace, who has more yet.

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Believe all the wymryns!!!

Will Gropey Joe find himself thrown under the bus? Or will the Democrat-Socialists hypocritically betray #MeToo victims and their own self-proclaimed “principles” to protect yet another of their own higher-tier serial sex-abusers again?

A top Democratic National Committee (DNC) official sided with former Vice President Joe Biden over Lucy Flores, the former Nevada lawmaker accusing Biden of grabbing her shoulders, smelling her hair and kissing her head at a 2014 campaign event.

DNC finance chair Henry Munoz said he doesn’t believe Flores because he doesn’t think she was ever alone with Biden at the event. Latino Victory Fund, a progressive group Munoz co-founded, organized the event where Flores said Biden kissed her.

“As the organizer of the rally in question, I have thoroughly reviewed photographic documentation from the event, and spoken to nearly every principle in attendance, as well as staff associated with the event. To the best of our recollection, at no time were Lucy Flores and Vice President Biden alone,” Munoz wrote in a statement he posted to Twitter on Sunday.

Munoz said he was close friends with both Munoz and Biden, but asserted that “at no time were these two leaders alone together and I, and the organization I cofounded and those in attendance, do not believe that circumstances support allegations that such an event took place.”

Munoz’s defense of Biden appears to have misrepresented Flores’ account. She did not claim she and Biden were alone when the alleged incident happened.

Hell, in all the myriad photos and reported accounts I’ve seen so far documenting Gropey Joe’s well-known penchant for unwanted and inappropriate fondling, rubbing, squeezing, kissing, hair-sniffing (?!?), and the like, he and his victims were NOT alone, but in public—quite often on a stage, in front of a crowd. But it figures this DNC slimewad would try to turn this aside via weasel-words; that’s just one of the things they do.

Gropey’s problem here is a common one nowadays for Democrat-Socialists, particularly the old guard. Having long been accustomed to his bad behavior being indulged or quietly ignored, he suddenly finds himself swamped by the rapidly-shifting tide of Lefty standards for acceptable behavior. It’s understandable, in a way: when your party’s standards and principles are written in quicksand—subject to complete reversal in half a heartbeat without warning, constantly being altered to appease the very outermost fringes of your political base of unhinged, perpetually-aggrieved lunatics—who could possibly keep up with it? And if you’re an upper-echelon-elite type who’s accustomed to wielding great power with total impunity, how could you not be shocked when your number comes up and accountability is demanded of you for stuff you’d gotten away with for years and years? You almost gotta feel sorry for the doddering old fool, really.

Gropey is sure enough a pervy old degenerate though, no fooling. There never was any doubt about that; you’d have a very tough time finding anybody who didn’t know it all along:

Biden’s behavior is so notable that even left-leaning publications have called him out:

  • The Washington Post: “What are we going to do about Creepy Uncle Joe Biden?”
  • Daily Beast: “Dear Lord Would Joe Biden Be a Terrible Candidate for These Times”
  • Huffington Post: “Joe Biden 2020 Is A Terrible Idea In A Post-Weinstein America”
  • VICE: “Joe Biden Is the Last Person the Democrats Should Run in 2020”

Another issue that needs to be addressed with Biden is the allegations that he repeatedly got naked in front of female Secret Service agents who found his behavior to be highly offensive.

Imagine for a moment what the media’s reaction would be if the following photos and videos featured President Trump instead of Biden.

Oh, no need for all that, thanks; anyone who knows his shitlibs is already well acquainted with the state of play here. Enemedia is way more than shameless enough not to fret themselves over how it might look when one of their own finds his butt in the blades and in need of rescue, for flouting the rules they demand the rest of us be rigidly bound by. They just close ranks and lock arms without hesitation, reflection, or remorse. The miscreant issues an apology not for his transgression but for possibly having been offended or put off by it, hustles off for “counseling” or rehab, all is forgiven, and it’s on to the next scandal. Why, he’s a victim himself, when you get right down to it. As are we all.

Nor will charges of hypocrisy give them pause, no matter how apparent or incontrovertible the justification for them. Hypocrisy is their meat, their metier, and their medium. They work in it like an artist in oils or watercolor; it inhibits or otherwise troubles them no more than a fish is inconvenienced by the water he swims in, although shitlibs never disdain to accuse their enemies of it with righteous indignation should they deem it momentarily useful and never bat an eye…thereby compounding their own already-staggering hypocrisy to record levels.

Examples abound, the alacritous about-face in support of gay marriage after revered Democrat-Socialist leaders’ having roundly denounced it only a few short years before being one of the most recent. Of course, Enemedia promptly provided cover for their bosses by conveniently rebranding their politically-expedient hypocrisy as their position having “evolved.”

But maybe Uncle Gropey has, like Her Herness, finally outlived his usefulness to The Cause and will indeed be forcibly put out to pasture. Lifson thinks so:

Joe Biden’s penchant for unwanted touching of women and girls has been a common object of humor on the conservative side of the spectrum for over a decade, ever since he became Barack Obama’s running mate. But even after the dawn of the #MeToo movement, it mattered not at all to the mainstream media and most Democrats — so much so that he continues to be the top choice among Democrats polled on their preference for the 2020 nomination.

But once outed as a creepy groper by Lucy Flores, a Democrat office-holder and former Nevada state legislator who had worked for Bernie Sanders in 2016 and has been photographed recently with Robert Francis O’Rourke, it’s a media scandal. You can call it Democrat privilege or second-class citizenship for conservatives, but the reality is that we don’t matter in the imaginary world the media proclaim to be reality.

Imagine if Biden had been a Republican! He would have been driven from public life long ago.

Now that there are powerful people on the Left who want Biden to just retire and go away, to make room for a candidate with more intersectionality points — race points, sex points, sexuality points, any purported disadvantage that now brings privilege — the blackout no longer applies.

My guess — and it is a pure guess, as I have no connections with the Dems’ inner circles — is that Joe Biden is going to see the wisdom of withdrawing from the race, especially since his son Hunter’s connections in Ukraine are at risk. He’s old and has been making scads of money giving lectures. He has a choice: retire and reap gratitude, honors, and many more lucrative speaking gigs, or else press forward with his candidacy and become an icon of perversion, with his son facing Trump treatment by the media, an old white male whose apologies for his privilege only further enrage the aggrieved.

I’m inclined to agree. Biden was never going to be president anyway; he’s tried and failed, what, about seventeen times already? As an old, white male who’s been repeatedly rejected, with plenty of other deal-breaking skeletons rattling in his crowded closet—plagiarism, influence-peddling, nepotism, a relatively moderate past record, etc—he pushes all the wrong buttons for today’s wild-eyed Woke extremists. He’s a smarmy, transparently insincere, obsequious rumpswab. He’s not very bright.

Apart from his too-evident compulsion to cop a feel off every frail that breaches his plane of vision, Gropey appears to be a more or less garden-variety cis-het-binary of the most uninteresting sort, without so much as a hint of bi-curiousity to liven up his sexual resume. All in all, the Veep slot suited Gropey perfectly, with its primary responsibilities being no more taxing than attending state funerals, dinners, and shaking hands and mouthing inanities at trifling meet ‘n’ greets. As president, though, he’d clearly be in WAY over his head. He may skate out of this yet. But if even one more accuser steps up, he’s surely going to shuffle off into That Good Night, be it Gently or dragged kicking, screaming, and on a leash. He’s nothing but a spavined, broken-down old nag now, and his appointment with the knackers is close at hand.

Update! No sooner do I say it.

A second woman has come forward accusing Vice President Biden of touching her inappropriately.

A Connecticut woman says Joe Biden touched her inappropriately and rubbed noses with her during a 2009 political fundraiser in Greenwich when he was vice president, drawing further scrutiny to the Democrat and his history of unwanted contact with women as he ponders a presidential run

“It wasn’t sexual, but he did grab me by the head,” Amy Lappos told The Courant Monday. “He put his hand around my neck and pulled me in to rub noses with me. When he was pulling me in, I thought he was going to kiss me on the mouth.”

Lappos posted about the alleged incident on the Facebook page of Connecticut Women in Politics Sunday in response to a similar account by former Nevada legislator Lucy Flores, which comes as Biden is considering a 2020 run for president. Flores accused Biden of kissing her on the back of her head in 2014, when she was a candidate for lieutenant governor.

Floodgates: open. Dam: overtopped. Biden 2020: done.

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Going, going, gone

The Brexit that wasn’t.

It’s April 1st, and this was supposed to be the first business day of a post-EU United Kingdom, with planes dropping from the skies, Mars Bars melting in your hand, and doughty Irishmen of north and south paralyzed in permanent immobility by the psychological terrors of an invisible Berlin Wall that had mysteriously arisen overnight across sleepy country lanes in Killeen. Instead, thanks to Theresa (“Brexit means Brexit”) May, Britain wakes up and finds itself still in the EU. It turns out Brexit doesn’t mean Brexit, but, if you give ’em a couple more weeks or months or years, the political class assures us that one day they’ll be able to agree on which unending and degrading vassal status Brussels should get to impose means Brexit.

In the midst of this uprising by the elites against the masses, enter John Major. No, I don’t know who he is, either. Oh, wait …it seems he was the bloke back in the Nineties keeping the “Most Useless Tory Prime Minister” seat warm until Mrs May came along. Just in time for All Fools’ Day, Sir John argues that to solve the “Brexit impasse” Britain may need a national government – ie, Conservative, Labour, Liberal, Scots Nats, Irish Republicans, Welsh Sheep-Dippers, whatever… A Ministry of All the Non-Talents, to modify Lord Grenville.

The press has already moved on to speculating who will succeed Theresa May. But, really, who cares? If Westminster can’t rouse itself to recover the sovereignty of the United Kingdom, what’s the point of a “Prime Minister”?

They’re all “citizens of the world” now, old bean. B eing such, they’re not in the least fussed over so piffling a notion as “sovereignty.” They’re far too sophisticated for such quaint, archaic twaddle, eh wot?

It is now necessary to have a crash-out no-deal Brexit just to teach a contemptible political class the vital lesson that nobody needs ’em.

If there’s ever to be any Brexit—and there isn’t; the EU will magnanimously allow Brits to keep holding votes until the lowing cattle gets this thing right—it will only be by way of a “crash-out” of one sort or another.

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Yer doin’ it wrong

Zman gets specific on why populist reform movements always seem to fail.

A common theme to all of these failed opposition movements is the decision to engage in the established political system. Once they connect to the system, the system releases a virus that either assimilates the new group, turning it into a feature of the system, or kills off the threat. The former case is a universal in life. When the king recognizes a threat to his rule, the first move is to buy off the threat. Offering him a position in the system, in exchange for him adding his legitimacy to the king and his ruling order.

The latter is the one that is most puzzling, as it suggests legitimate opposition lacks the right antibodies to function in a modern liberal democracy. A recent example in America was the alt-right. When it was a humorous on-line enterprise, operating outside the political system, it was effective at introducing paleocon ideas into the flow of social media. Those memes making sport of ruling class piety were highly effective. The alt-right operated like a highly diffuse guerrilla movement, using mockery and satire to undermine order.

Then Richard Spencer started imagining himself as the leader of a vanguard and started to stage protests and go on speaking tours. The shift from underground guerrilla movement to above ground political activism was a disaster. Quickly, Spencer became David Duke 2.0, which gave the Left cover to send in their street mobs. Woke capital joined in and the entire dissident scene was subjected to an ongoing pogrom that persists to this day. The alt-right exploded and has followed the Tea Party into the dustbin.

Decades ago, Sam Francis observed that the Buckley brand of conservatism was bound to fail, because it sought to engage in politics on Progressive terms. By engaging in conventional politics, Buckley was legitimizing not only the rules of the game, but the roles for the participants as created by the Left. Since the Left controlled the institutions, they would always set the rules so they would win and the Buckleyites would lose. That is, of course, exactly how things unfolded. Conservatism was a failure.

Something similar happened with the Tea Party, the alt-right and now the Gilets Jaunes in France. By trying to play by the rules, they legitimize that which they claim to oppose, at least at a meta-political level. It also removes from them the one weapon all outsider movements possess. That is the willingness to break the rules. The flipping over of tables inside the temple is how these movements gain attention and attract followers. To then be seen putting the tables back and sitting behind them robs the movement of energy.

Something else seems to be at work. These movements all suffered from poor leadership and poor organization. The first Tea Party folks were honest, energetic, but wildly naive about the reality of political organization. The alt-right figures that rose up in 2015 were good at getting attention, but incapable of building organizations. Richard Spencer is media savvy, but you would not put him in charge of anything. The Gilets Jaunes appears to also lack capable leadership, which is why they have been taken over by the Left.

What this suggests is that any legitimate opposition must first insulate itself from the political system. Its guerrilla phase cannot be where they start, but where the end, in order to function as a subversive subculture in opposition to the prevailing order. The Vietcong and the Khmer Rouge did not fully come out of the shadows until the prevailing order was collapsing. It was at that point they rushed into fill the void. If there is to be a legitimate opposition in the West, it is going to operate in the shadows.

He’s definitely onto something here. These systems are static, inflexible, and way too firmly entrenched to be amenable to real change. That in turn renders any notion of “reform” null and void, a naive pipe dream. It can’t come as much of a surprise, then, that “working within the system” is futile, a waste of time.

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The peasants are revolting!

A tangled web, a nice kettle of fish.

Theresa May’s crushing defeat in the House of Commons this week over her plan for Britain to leave the European Union was actually a great victory for her, provided that you make a simple assumption: that she and her colleagues never wanted Britain to leave the EU in the first place.

Her appearance of negotiating with the EU was merely elaborate shadow-play. She never intended to produce the complete break that just over half the electorate — but not the political class — wanted.

The present impasse will probably lead to Britain never leaving the union. Except for a hard core of about a fifth of Parliament, all the other legislators are adamantly opposed to Britain leaving the EU without a deal; and the Union, knowing this, has no reason to negotiate further.

But the legislators will not agree to the deal as negotiated, as they have now demonstrated. They want a second referendum, in the hope that the result of the first will be reversed. (And if it is, there will never be a third.)

An extension to Britain’s departure will be granted only if Britain has a concrete proposal to offer — and the only such offer it can make is to hold the second referendum.

This is, in essence, the European approach to democracy: If the voters get the answer wrong, either ignore the verdict or make them vote again until they get the answer right.

It isn’t just the European approach to democracy; it’s the Leftist one, always and everywhere. This is, ultimately the part that matters:

Whether the population will take it lying down remains to be seen, but after three years of deliberately created political chaos, it is likely that Britons will simply shrug and get on with their lives.

I expect so. And that fatalistic, defeated shrug will signal the snuffing out of Once Great Britain’s national independence for all time.

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Whither Brexit?

As with our Big Beautiful Wall, all you really need to know about Brexit is this: ain’t a-gonna be one, and be damned to you uppity pee-ons and your pathetic little votes.

Last night, sixteen days before Britain supposedly leaves the European Union in accord with the people’s vote of three years ago, their elected representatives voted by 312 to 308 to rule out a “no-deal” Brexit – ie, a straightforward walkaway – ever.

So the EU now has no incentive ever to reach a deal with Britain. The appalling “deal” Theresa May “negotiated” was for a wretched and humiliating vassal status with Brussels. Because for the Eurocrats, what matters is to teach the lesson the ingrate voters that you can check “Out” any time you like but you can never leave. Mrs May’s deal was meant to be a message to antsy Continentals that the citizenry’s impertinence must never happen again.

When that flopped, Brussels moved to the next stage – not that Brexit must never happen again, but that Brexit must never happen, period. And, to their shame, the people’s representatives at Westminster have colluded in their subversion of the people’s will.

So last night the elites rose up and overthrew the masses. Of course, they have also destroyed their own reputation, and that of England as the Mother of Parliaments. But in a sense that also makes the larger point – that the world is too complex to be left to self-government by the people’s representatives, so best to leave it to Brussels. Sorry, you grunting morons don’t realize how difficult it all is, so you can vote for it all you want, but it can’t be done…in almost every other media outlet, most especially the BBC, the issue is presented not as a conscious subversion of Brexit but as prudent sober voices of restraint stepping in to save the nation from the chaos engendered by the people’s stupidity.

Ahhh, but that right there—I boldfaced it so’s nobody would overlook it—is the very beating heart of Progressivist ideology, the central pivot point around which every other part of it rotates. Our British Cousins are more thoroughly marinated in the toxic Progtard hell-brew than we are. So, why would anybody have expected anything less from the Brits’ Ruling Class lords and masters than the deployment of any and every stratagem at their disposal to do as they have now done? And why would any Real American shaking his head in disgust over the de facto disenfranchisement and dismissal of our Brit cousins not expect our own to do the exact same thing?

If you’re in the vicinity of the Palace of Westminster today, I would recommend sacking the place and salting the earth.

It looks more and more as if that’s the only answer left, to us and the Brits alike. In truth, I’d submit that the fact that such open, outright revolt hasn’t occurred already has only emboldened the RC shitweasels, and is a big part of why we are where we are—both in Old Blighty and in America That Was. The only question remaining is: what, if anything, will we do about it?

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The powerlust is strong with this one

Well, that sure didn’t take long.

What a difference a day makes.

Hillary Clinton made headlines Monday when she told a local New York news channel that she would not runfor president in 2020.

“I’m not running, but I’m going to keep on working and speaking and standing up for what I believe,” the former presidential nominee told News 12 Westchester. She insisted that she would remain relevant and has no plans of “going anywhere.”

But late Tuesday, Maggie Haberman, a political reporter for the New York Times, tweeted that she spoke with a person close to the former secretary of state. The unnamed source said Clinton was not trying to “be emphatic and close the door on running” with the comment and was apparently “surprised” at the reaction.

“The person also says [Clinton] is extremely unlikely to run, but that she remains bothered that she’s expected to close the door on it when, say, John Kerry isn’t. She has told her team she is waiting at least to see the Mueller report,” Haberman tweeted.

Yeah, I can see that mattering to her quite a lot. For one thing, if the Koup Klux Klowns can’t pull something at least resembling a win out of the flaming dumpster against all odds, then what hope does she have? Plus, there’s still the small related matter of her, Obama’s, and their Deep State unindicted co-conspirators’ sedition possibly being brought fully to light as an unintended consequence of the Mueller shitshow, and of something resembling justice being visited upon at least some of them in consequence. She’ll definitely want to weigh the odds of being manacled and frogmarched off of a campaign-stop stage to begin a long term of Rockin’ Orange in her 2020 deliberations.

I’m sure Trump would greatly enjoy whipping her doddering, gin-soaked ass a second time—he’s Tweeted to that effect, I believe—and should I manage to not croak or go senile by then, I’ll get a lot of laughs out of making further sport of the shambolic old trainwreck myself. But seriously, folks: isn’t about time for the Clintons to just go away?

How can you tell she’s lying update! Hey, didn’t a bunch of people lecture the hell out of Trump that it was critically crucially vitally crucially critical that he unequivocally pledge to accept the results of the election, no matter how fraudulent or rigged it may have been, at a debate somewhere? Or did I just dream it?

“I was the first person who ran for president without the protection of the Voting Rights Act, and I will tell you, it makes a really big difference. And it doesn’t just make a difference in Alabama and Georgia; it made a difference in Wisconsin, where the best studies that have been done said somewhere between 40 [thousand] and 80,000 people were turned away from the polls because of the color of their skin, because of their age, because of whatever excuse could be made up to stop a fellow American citizen from voting.”
— Former secretary of state Hillary Clinton, at the annual “Bloody Sunday” commemorative service, Selma, Ala., March 3, 2019

“Just think about it: Between 2012, the prior presidential election where we still had the Voting Rights Act, and 2016, when my name was on the ballot, there were fewer voters registered in Georgia than there had been those prior four years.”

Astoundingly, the WaPo’s Fact Checker checked, and the fact is every word of that was a lie. Including “and” and “the.”

Wisconsin was not one of the states covered by Section 4 (the only part of the VRA that was struck down—M) when the court ruled in 2013, so, right off the bat, Clinton’s claim that this “made a difference in Wisconsin” is unfounded. Georgia was covered by Section 4, but Clinton’s claim that total voter registration declined in that state from 2012 to 2016 is false; it increased.

At the high end of the scale, the UW-Madison study estimates that 23,252 voters were “deterred” by the voter ID requirement. That’s just a hair above Trump’s 22,748 margin in the state. Mayer and DeCrescenzo did not ask survey respondents whom they would have voted for because their research was funded by the office of the Dane County clerk. In any case, Clinton said 40,000, not 23,000.

Where does Clinton get the 80,000 figure for the high end of her estimate?

She made it up, natch. Because that’s what she does. Because she’s an inveterate, congenital liar. At this point, she’s probably gotten herself on the outside of enough high-proof popskull over the years that she doesn’t even know whether her statements are true or not; she needs them to be true, they make her feel better, so they’re true to her. Ed Morrissey points out another problem with Her Herness’s increasingly pathetic, self-serving rationalizations:

But what about the “best studies” that showed voter-ID deterring up to 80,000 Wisconsin voters? That claim was based on a study done in two counties with a sample of fewer than 300 voters. The study’s authors warned readers not to extrapolate their findings statewide, but that fell on deaf ears. It also ignores an inconvenient fact for Hillary, which is that she didn’t generate much enthusiasm among African-American voters anywhere, in states with or without voter-ID laws.

Nor was this phenomenon limited to black voters. Four months ago, I noted in a column at The Week that Donald Trump didn’t win the blue-wall states as much as Hillary lost them. This wasn’t a voter-ID issue — it was a candidate-ID issue.

Oh, voters ID’d her all right—as a vile, powermad, dishonest, narcissistic hack with nothing but contempt for the “little people” she fraudulently claims to care so very deeply about. Despite the orchestrated “outrage” over it, Trump was no more than perfectly honest and accurate when he said she was “such a nasty woman.” Ace blasts away at another problem, with another set of loathsome phonies:

And yet a certain breed of “True Conservative” still thinks this creature was an upstanding and honest candidate for President who should have been elected rather than the Drumpfenkonig.

If you’re feeling as if you might need a shower after getting all grubby from this immersion in sleaze, well, I sympathize. But I gotta also say I’m happy that Hillary!™ has apparently decided to ditch those boring, unflattering Soviet-style pantsuits and tunics of hers in favor of an attractive new look for Failed Campaign 2020 that better suits her personality and style, as you can see from this pic of Her Herness on a recent likker-store run:

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That’s the stuff, Hills! Nice dress, and I’m digging the gauntlets too. You never looked better, like real Presidential material. No, really—you go, girl.

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The problem

Trump is on the horns of a real dilemna—a tough enough one that even Codevilla can’t quite seem to work it all out in what, for him especially, is an uncharacteristically muddled column.

Trump’s bravura performance in El Paso on February 11 was a quintessential act of national leadership. His words and manners to a cheering audience—half of whom likely were once Democrats—were such as to energize a majority of Americans to reject every aspect of leftist dominance. Especially forceful and persuasive were his promises to fulfill the key promises on which he had been elected: building “the wall,” and ending at least the most horrific aspects of abortion. The ruling class’s increasingly brazen insistence on importing migrants, and on undisguised infanticide helped. First, “the wall.” Better late than never. Yes, he had signed that bill without funding. But the next one would include some, and he would get the rest by declaring a national emergency. Nothing would stop him. The political road forward seemed clear.

Reality is foggier. The bill Trump signed on Feb. 15 explicitly prohibits, procedurally, using any of the “wall” money before the end of the fiscal year. Explicitly, it increases legal pathways to illegal entry, and sets up legal challenges to the use of national emergency funds. It is one big poison pill. That makes clearer than ever the alternative between full use of the president’s powers and abdication. As the 2020 election gets closer, either “the wall” will exist, or it will not.

Trump slid into this bind as more than half his presidency slid by because he relied on the Republican Party’s establishment. This reliance was his choice. Nobody else’s. Recall that Trump won both the nomination and the presidency by running as much against the Republican part of the ruling class as against the Democrat part of the ruling class.

Since the Republican Party is part and parcel of the ruling class that is ruining America, relying on it to make America great again was doomed to be self-defeating.

All true enough, as far as it goes. BUT…Trump is a member of the Republican Party—was elected and now serves as a Republican president. I myself said back during the primary season that I’d love it if he withdrew from the despicable GOP and ran either as an independent or just started up a party of his own. Admittedly, that would most likely have doomed him to the fate of all third-party or independent candidates; the time and the electorate seem still not quite ripe for that sort of bold move, however disenchanted they may claim to be with the two parties as they now exist in other circumstances. Codevilla then gets down to it:

Our problem’s practical core is that we have a ruling class that controls one of our major parties absolutely and the other substantially, but do not have any party that opposes the ruling class. Donald Trump was elected with the expectation that he would work with anti-ruling class elements wherever they might be found to transcend both parties. Instead, he started and has stayed with Republican leaders whose primary interest is the Republican party’s cohesion. For Trump to blame Paul Ryan and Mitch McConnell for being who they are is an attempt to pass the buck. Presidents don’t get to do that.

What is to be done with the Republican party is now the practical question, for Trump first, then for the voters. The Wall Street Journal’s Feb. 14 reaction to Trump’s announcement of the National Emergency was that it splits the Republican Party, implying that the sooner it fails, the better. Two days later, WSJ longtime columnist Peggy Noonan, though sympathizing with that earlier opinion, noted that the problem with the Republican Party is broader: “As the earnest, dimwitted governor of Virginia thoughtfully pointed out, [current U.S. laws] allow the full-term baby to be born, then make it comfortable as they debate whether it should be allowed to take its first breath or quietly expire on the table. A party that can’t stand up against that doesn’t deserve to exist.”

But the Republican Party has no wish or capacity to act against infanticide, or against any major ruling class trend. The voters had already figured that out. They voted for Trump because they wanted someone to lead a real anti ruling class party.

Wellll…uhh, maybe. Arguing against that, though, is the ugly fact that this is the self-same electorate that, unbelievably, just returned the Democrat Socialists—the fucking Democrat Socialists!—to power in the House. This advice I like and devoutly wish Trump would take, right to the very hilt. But honestly, I just can’t see it happening.

On the other hand, Trump really might carry through in deed the role he previewed in his El Paso rally. In that case, through Obamian-Bushite behavior toward existing law (selective enforcement, executive orders) and Jacksonian behavior toward the courts (“now let them enforce it!”) he would create pressure on the Republican establishment to bet their jobs on the outcome of the next election. For which outcome he would set the agenda.

Damned unlikely, largely because of his belief in, faith in, and reverence for the American system; Trump’s Achilles Heel, as I dubbed it the other day. In fact, I’d love to see him go even farther than that. Something like, say, this:

I really hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we crossed the rubicon ages ago. Frankly, given the nature of who and what the Democrats are, as well as their stooges in the GOP establishment, if President Trump here and now declared martial law, dissolved Congress, took control of the legacy media, outlawed the Democrat and other leftist parties as well somehow rooted out ever anti-American element in society, I would cheer.

So would I, JJ, so would I. Such a radical move, alas, is unlikely in the extreme to even be on Trump’s radar, much less something he’d seriously consider doing. It also presents plenty of problems of its own, not least being the likelihood of its leading directly to unrest, violence, and even civil war. Whatever you might personally believe about those things being near-inevitable at this point anyway, I can’t see Trump being in any way eager to light the match to that powderkeg. Back to Codevilla for what is probably the biggest problem of all—not Trump’s, necessarily, but ours:

Regardless of what Donald Trump will do, we know that our ruling class has no way of moderating the course on which it has set itself, and that, hence the rest of Americans have no choice but to fight for their own freedom, whether under Trump’s leadership or whomever’s.

“Whomever’s”? And pray tell, just who might THAT be? Like it or not, Trump is, at least for now, all we have. As frustrated as some of us may have grown with him recently, he remains the only guy out there who is even TALKING about waging this war, let alone actually trying to do it. If you doubt that, go ahead and name me one other politician out there who is. Just ONE.

Another thing I droned endlessly on about right from the start was that Trump was never going to be able to win this war himself; that, try as he might, feisty as he no doubt is, the sorry state our country is in didn’t happen overnight. Nor was it the doing of any one man. To think, then, that it might all be undone in a four-year term, accomplished by a guy despised and actively undermined not just by the Democrat Socialists but by his own party as well, and by the Deep State apparatus entire, was no more than a fantasy, a delusion.

Despite any insipid mewling about his “divisiveness,” Trump has in fact been a uniter: he united the entire American political and bureaucratic establishment in opposition to him. Enough so, actually, that several of those same bureaucracies were willing to launch a barely-clandestine coup attempt against him and pursue it for years—an attempt that continues even now, after its real ambition has been brought to light. Many of his own appointees now openly admit to using their power and position to thwart him—the guy who gave them that power in the first damned place.

All of which adds to make Trump just about the loneliest man in Mordor On The Potomac these days…or ever, more like. I said after last fall’s Black Tuesday fiasco that the Trump presidency was officially finished, that he’d find it close to impossible to get anything further done, most particularly when it came to illegal immigration and the Wall. So yeah, be mad at Trump all you like; wash your hands of him, withdraw your support, declare him a disappointment, a failure, a phony, whatever. The fact remains: he was the last real chance for positive, lasting change in the right direction, the final hope for truly Making America Great Again without violent upheaval.

Last fall, the American people foolishly voted against all that in favor of…well, something else entirely, who the fuck even knows what. Now they’re gonna get it, good and hard. Apres Trump, le deluge. Trusting in his own party to act at last in accord with their lying rhetoric, well, that’s on Trump right enough. The rest of it, though? I’m afraid that’s all on us.

Achilles Heel update! More on Trump’s trust issue.


Bill adds:

Tucker Carlson was making the same point just a minute ago, and I have myself alluded to it several times: These are Trump’s people. He hired them and/or kept them on. He can fire them if he wants to. Why doesn’t he?

And the same goes double for the NeverTrump troops and their new Great White Hope, now that the Mueller investigation seems to be sputtering on fumes: The Southern District of NY’s Federal attorner’s office.

All Presidents, upon taking office, are traditionally offered the resignations of all the federal attorneys held over from the previous administration. And most Presidents accept most of the resignations. BJ Clinton, for instance, turned over 93 federal attorneys when he took office.

All of these attorneys serve at the pleasure of the occupant of the White House.

So it is a legitimate question: Why does Trump permit his Deep State enemies continue to launch assaults on him from the comfort of offices that serve at the pleasure of the man they are trying to destroy?

Puzzling for sure, and I got no good answer handy myself. If I remember right, Rosenstein is scheduled to leave soon anyway, but Trump certainly did himself no favor by letting him stay on long after his sinister intent and skullduggery was plain to see.

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Figure it out already, ferchrissake

Oh, how I tire of this.

Remember when wearing a MAGA hat meant you were certain to lose an election to Hillary Clinton? Remember the days before a red baseball cap became a symbol of all evil in the universe?

I’ve been typing words on the Internet to pay the bills for, I dunno, 12-13 years now. I spent eight of those years disapproving of a cult of personality centered in the Oval Office, and I’ve spent the past few years disapproving of the subsequent cult of personality centered in the Oval Office. I don’t like tribal groupthink, and I’m as immune to Trump’s charisma as I was to Obama’s, so in 2019 that means I have even fewer friends and admirers than usual.

But as we head into week 2 of the MAGA Kid Saga, I’m finding common cause with my Trumpkin brothers and sisters. Whatever our differences, I’ve always agreed with them that the media is astonishingly biased and corrupt. The abject shamelessness of our moral, ethical, and intellectual betters, the self-appointed gatekeepers of the truth, has never been more apparent than it’s been over the past week.

That’s Jim Treacher, of course, who’s a good writer and a funny guy. I corresponded with Jim a few times back in his independent blogger days, before he signed on with PJM. I don’t read him much anymore, and it pains me to have to call him out on his fervent dislike of Trump; I’d love to be able to say that this particular piece confirms that he’s rethinking his reflexive opposition to Trump and coming around, if slowly, to a more informed and intelligent understanding of what the Trump counterrevolution was really all about.

Unfortunately, I can’t. The obstacle disproving any wished-for removal of Jim’s NeverTrump blinders is in those “cult of personality” and “tribal groupthink” bits. Jim may believe he establishes his above-the-fray, impartial, reasonable-guy bona fides with them; he may sincerely believe they’re true and accurate descriptors of the Trump phenomenon and those who brought it about. But they simply aren’t so.

It may be that there are some folks out there who blindly worship Donald Trump; who will support him no matter what he might do or say; who hold him in a reverent awe akin to that of the most perfervid Elvis fans for their idol. But if there are, I’ve never yet run across one. What Jim fails to realize is that Trump was never any kind of idol or an object of blind worship for most of us who supported him from the beginning, and still do. We didn’t expect to agree with everything he tried to do. We knew he wasn’t either a perfect man, a perfect political leader, or a perfect president, and never would be.

What Trump actually was and is for most of us is a tool—more precisely, a weapon, to be used against our Deep State enemies in a last-ditch attempt to right the nation’s course via electoral means. Admittedly all tools, all weapons, have flaws and weaknesses. They can break unexpectedly on you; they can be incorrectly applied; they can be ideal for use in one particular circumstance or situation but useless in another, perhaps even damaging. So it is with Trump.

But after decades of being hoodwinked again and again by the Decepticons of Conservative Inc, he was quite clearly the only tool to hand for the near-insuperable job of reclaiming what’s left of our country from authoritarian/collectivist toils by peaceful means. Ted Cruz was never going to be able to accomplish a fraction of what Trump has; none of the other 16 Dwarves were even going to take an honest stab at it, much less actually do it. They were all going to drone right on about their commitment to fiscal responsibility, smaller government, prosperity, and strength and then quietly get on with what for them is Job One: yielding graciously to the Left.

The other thing Jim and the other NeverTrumpTards miss is that Trump’s rough-hewn, brash, confrontational personality—his eagerness to confront his (and our) shadow-government foes in open, down and dirty combat; his total insouciance regarding those foes’ opinions of him; his twisty, slippery rhetorical style; his unabashed and unapologetic commitment to winning if at all possible—are considered by them to be grave flaws: unserious, indecorous, and embarrassing. They long for a return to a bygone era of fastidious Come-Let’s-All-Reason-Together politics. They’re discomfited by the kind of bloody, bare-knuckle brawling Trump so enjoys and excels at.

Treacher and the rest can’t seem to grasp that those traits—rude crude, and socially unacceptable though they may be—are NOT flaws. Quite the opposite: they’re Trump’s greatest strength: absolute prerequisites for having any hope at all of achieving what we elected him to achieve. We wanted and needed a fighter, someone who fully realized that this is a war we’re in here—a particularly dirty one, against a sinister and deceptive enemy. We wanted and needed someone who wasn’t a polished, effete professional politician. A streetfight with a tooth-and-claw thug demands not a pugilist but another thug, an ear-biter and eye-gouger, somebody who gets what kind of desperate, no-holds-barred struggle we’re mired in and is willing to use the enemy’s own extreme tactics to go on the offensive, instead of remaining in the same old defensive crouch that got us where we are.

There ain’t no “cult of personality” to be found anywhere in the vicinity; this kind of struggle is too rough, too raw, too damned real to allow for such fripperies. We’re down to the nut-cuttin’ here, as the saying goes: there’s winning, and there’s losing, and that is absolutely ALL. Those who would let pious worries over “winning the wrong way” should get the hell out of the way and let the brawlers get on with it. In the end, “losing honorably” is still losing, and Trump supporters are fed up with that crap. If it takes a loud, coarse, obnoxious sort like him to put us back into the “win” column, well…hey, sorry and all, but personally I’m a-okay with it.

So go ahead and buy yourself that MAGA hat, Jim—there’s no shame in it. Or don’t, you can suit yourself. You’ve been good enough so far to express your distaste for Trump carefully, without shrieking or profane insults that I know of. But don’t kid yourself that there’s some other alternative remaining that will spare your dignity and halt the Progressivist onslaught too, or even slow it. There isn’t, like it or not; Trump and his supporters are the only game going now. I can assure you, though, that no amount of forelock-tugging disclaimers and “I can’t stand him either!” virtue-signaling, however heartfelt, will ever buy you a damned thing from Lefty. Not respect, not restraint, not accomodation, not cooperation. Not ever. Call it McCain’s Unlearned Lesson, maybe.

You should be able to see easily enough what the Left has in store for you after Covington, how very deeply they hate and despise not only the Covington Kids, Trump, and his supporters, but you too—you and every last one of us who dares to oppose or disagree with them. You shouldn’t kid yourself about that, either. We, however, will be happy to welcome you over to the Dark Side with us. You won’t have to recite any catechism or swear any oaths. You won’t have to agree with us every single time, or even keep silent about it when you do. No dress code, no minimum purchase, no credit check, no ID, no bag limit. If that still sounds like a “cult of personality” to you, I guess maybe we’re doing it wrong or something.

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