Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

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.


Wherein I part ways with Schlichter, the crazy bastard

What a revoltin’ development.

Liberals can’t be happy with simply ruining the lives of decent conservatives for cheap political gain. They have to ruin hamburgers, too.

The burger is the ultimate Normal food, and horrible liberal elitists are trying to screw it up with lame alternative burgers because they are terrible.

Let me be clear, to quote an awful ex-president: Nothing I write here is open to debate. I’m turning the epistemic closure thing back on the libs. It is impossible to disagree with my ground beef rantings, and if you do, you are racist, sexist, and a burgerphobic cisdinner hate criminal of hatred.

Let’s clarify something else. Hamburgers are the King of American Casual Food. You can eat it in a bar, you can eat it in a car. Just don’t eat it in some trendy coastal eatery because they’ll screw it all up and you’ll end up dreaming of a Big Mac.

Okay, so far, so good. I’m down with all that. But then this happens:

Sloppy Joes are gross. They are burgers’ ne’er-do-well little brother, 35 and living in the basement nursing emotional damage because mom liked burgers better. And who wouldn’t? Sloppy Joes are orangey muck plopped onto a bun. They provide none of the firm but juicy consistency, or the satisfying interplay of extras and condiments, that make the burger nature’s perfect food. They are mere goo and are unworthy of a proud and free people.

Like hell! Sloppy Joes are messy, sure, but what kid cares about that? And that’s who Sloppy Joes are for: kids. I ate plenty of em as a young ‘un, and I loved them, and have nothing whatsoever against ’em even in my twilight years. Even so, I can forgive Kurt for that unwarranted slur; I’m a generous-hearted, understanding soul like that, possessed of an open mind and great tolerance for diversity of thought. But then he crosses a bright red line:

Hot dogs are likewise terrible – what the hell is a hot dog anyway? With their troubling shape, unnatural smoothness, and nauseating consistency, the hot dog is a mutant entrée, a devolved sausage without flavor or purpose. You have to waste perfectly good chili – chili that should be in a bowl topped with sour cream in a just universe – just to make a hot dog taste like something.

Even the name is unappetizing, unless you are Obama. My kid says hot dogs are really tacos because of the bread V, and he makes a good point. Except tacos are tasty and hot dogs are awful.

DUDE. Seriously? Hot dogs are GREAT, and about as American as it gets. You never heard of the phrase “baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and…”? Uhh, okay, we’ll leave a certain crap car manufacturer out of it for now.

But, I mean, come ON. You folks in NYC and Chicago will doubtless argue over which city’s version of the blessed tube-steak sandwich is the best, and you’re welcome to do so if you like. Myself, I absolutely love ’em both. For those of you who might not have had one or the other, I’ll give ya a photo of each which will illustrate the amazing variety the hot dog offers:


Pickle, tomato, onion, celery salt, and that strange neon-green relish that nobody seems to know what’s in it: it all might seem like an odd combo, but I assure you it’s delicious. Now, the classic New York Dog:


Simple, yes, but elegant in its own right. The red goo is NOT ketchup, mind, but a sweet onion relish that is just heavenly. One NYC ‘dog might not make a meal like the Shytown version will, which would be why there’s two in the picture. I won’t go into things like brats and kraut or Italian sausage with peppers and onions here, in deference to the delicate sensibilities of any true hot dog purist who might be reading this. Nathan’s probably deserves a separate post all by itself. But just betwixt you and me, they’re all hot dogs. And they’re all great.

All in all: Kurt, you know I love ya. But when you diss the ‘dog you put yourself on the fightin’ side of me, boy. This Wikipedia bit ought to be enough to set things straight:

These types of sausages and their sandwiches were culturally imported from Germany and popularized in the United States, where the “hot dog” became a working-class street food sold at hot dog stands and carts. The hot dog became closely associated with baseball and American culture.

Now I ask you, what’s not to like? I think we can all agree on his closer, though:

My upcoming book Militant Normals: How Regular Americans Are Rebelling Against the Elite to Reclaim Our Democracy contains no burger recipes, because normal people don’t need burger recipes. Normals take meat, throw it on a grill, put it on a bun, put some stuff on it, and eat it like the heroes they are.

And liberals? They screw up everything they touch. The arts. Academia. Dinner.

Well said, sir. Well said.


Is EVERY “liberal” a sick, weenie-wagging, perverted abuser of women?

Apparently so, yeah.

As the co-host of NBC’s “Today,” Matt Lauer once gave a colleague a sex toy as a present. It included an explicit note about how he wanted to use it on her, which left her mortified.

On another day, he summoned a different female employee to his office, and then dropped his pants, showing her his penis. After the employee declined to do anything, visibly shaken, he reprimanded her for not engaging in a sexual act.

He would sometimes quiz female producers about who they’d slept with, offering to trade names. And he loved to engage in a crass quiz game with men and women in the office: “f—, marry, or kill,” in which he would identify the female co-hosts that he’d most like to sleep with.

These accounts of Lauer’s behavior at NBC are the result of a two-month investigation by Variety, with dozens of interviews with current and former staffers. Variety has talked to three women who identified themselves as victims of sexual harassment by Lauer, and their stories have been corroborated by friends or colleagues that they told at the time. They have asked for now to remain unnamed, fearing professional repercussions.

On Wednesday, NBC announced that Lauer was fired from “Today.”

Couldn’t happen to a nicer asshole. Except, perhaps, this one:

I nurture an especial loathing for Keillor, who has to be pretty much the pluperfect example of the smug, sanctimonious, self-righteous, arrogant Progressivist. The greasy unctuousness that drips like hot bacon fat from his every spoken syllable has always grated on me something awful, and I look forward to seeing the fatuous pig twisting in the wind for days to come yet, as more and more accusers find their courage and crawl out from under the rock he crushed them under.

Better put some Powdermilk Biscuit flour on that, fat boy.

Update! Creep confessional.

In 1994, Keillor addressed the National Press Club and defended Bill Clinton against a battery of accusations, calling him a “soulful man” who “got himself elected without scaring people.” Keillor warned that society should try “not to make the world so fine and good that you and I can’t enjoy living in it.”

He added in his hangdog baritone: “A world in which there is no sexual harassment at all, is a world in which there will not be any flirtation. A world without thieves at all will not have entrepreneurs.” Twenty-three years later — amid a reckoning of workplace behavior that has felled politicians, TV anchors and Hollywood heavies — a viewer is left to wonder: Was Keillor being straight, or satirical?

In 1998 Keillor wrote “Wobegon Boy,” a novel about a radio host who is wrongly accused of sexual harassment and fired by his station.

On Tuesday, the day before his firing, The Washington Post published his opinion piece ridiculing the idea that Sen. Al Franken (D-Minn.) should resign over allegations of sexual harassment.

Calls for Franken’s head are “pure absurdity,” Keillor wrote, “and the atrocity it leads to is a code of public deadliness.”

Keillor, an avowed Democrat, last year became a weekly columnist for The Washington Post News Service and Syndicate — meaning he was a contract writer, not an employee with a desk in the newsroom. Many of his columns took mournful aim at President Trump, who “would have enjoyed the 17th century,” when “the idea of privileged sexual aggression was common in high places.”

Man, irony just doesn’t come much richer or more toothsome than that. Twist, twist, and writhe, you double-dealing blowhard. You readers can rest assured I’m going over the above-mentioned WaPo piece on Franken right now, and will be back for another savory bite of greasy long-pig soon as I’m done with it.

(Via David Bernstein)

Meh update! Surprisingly, it’s a very brief and almost perfunctory piece, although in light of what we know now it DOES have a distinct flavor of self-serving desperation lurking under the crust of overcooked wordplay. Keillor starts off with a so-so riff on the potential risks and rewards of renaming—one Francois-Marie Arouet (who went on to renown under the pen-name Voltaire) in particular—which pointless perambulation brings him staggering round at last to the meat of it, such as it is:

That name worked out well for Francois-Marie — it lent an electricity to his work. For example, his statement: “Any one who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices.” We might not believe that coming from a Francois-Marie. And how considerate of him to say it in English rather than French.

The greatest absurdity of our time is You Know Whom, which goes without saying but I will anyway. What his election showed is that a considerable number of people, in order to demonstrate their frustration with the world as it is, are willing to drive their car, with their children in the back seat, over a cliff, smash the radiator, bust an axle and walk away feeling good about themselves. No other president in modern times has been held in contempt by a preponderance of people from the moment he said, “So help me, God.” The playboy blather, the smirk of privilege, the stunning contempt for factual truth — how can the country come together when the president has nothing in common with 98 percent of the rest of us?

And then there is Sen. Al Franken. He did USO tours overseas when he was in the comedy biz. He did it from deep in his heart, out of patriotism, and the show he did was broad comedy of a sort that goes back to the Middle Ages. Shakespeare used those jokes now and then, and so did Bob Hope and Joey Heatherton when they entertained the troops. If you thought that Al stood outdoors at bases in Iraq and Afghanistan and told stories about small-town life in the Midwest, you were wrong. On the flight home, in a spirit of low comedy, Al ogled Miss Tweeden and pretended to grab her and a picture was taken. Eleven years later, a talk show host in LA, she goes public, and there is talk of resignation. This is pure absurdity, and the atrocity it leads to is a code of public deadliness. No kidding.

Franken should change his name to Newman and put the USO debacle behind him and then we’ll change frankincense to Febreze. Remove the slaveholder Washington from our maps, replacing him with Wampanoag, and replace Jefferson, who slept with Sally Hemings — consensual? I doubt it — with Powhatan, and what about the FDR Drive in New York, named for a man who was unfaithful to his wife? Let’s call it RFD and let it go at that.

Man, the “everybody does it” self-justification rises off that like a bad, bad odor.

“Playboy blather” indeed, you son of a bitch; “nothing in common with 98 percent of the rest of us”—except of course YOU. You, and all of Hollywood, and your precious Democrat-Socialist swamp-dwellers, too.

And all Trump did was TALK about it, stating something everybody knows is the simple truth: that wealth and fame allow a man to get away with a lot that he wouldn’t otherwise. You and your fellow power-abusing pustules didn’t talk about it. You DID it.

You want Trump crucified for merely talking about the very things you and your precious “icons” HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN DOING ALL ALONG—and even have the big, brass balls to say so in the course of defending one of your own for doing it in this article. Worse, you all have actually been doing it while claiming to be “feminists”—priggishly lecturing us “toxic masculinity” troglodytes on our supposed “misogyny” while you have your unseen hand up some poor girl’s skirt against her will, without her consent, and to her outrage and horror.

Yeah, well, FUCK YOU, gasbag. Every last stinking, insufferable one of you. Period fucking dot. As the great Larry Brown once hilariously fantasized saying to a publisher who had rejected him: I wish I had you down here. I’d whip your ass. I’d stomp a mudhole in your ass and walk it dry.

Despicable, certainly. One can only stand in awe of their boundless gall, even as one chokes back the rising gorge over their deplorable lack of shame or decency.

Well, that, and enjoy their public humiliation while we eagerly await the next round, I mean.

Of course, the most delicious part of all remains unchanged: for all their high sanctimony before, now that all of Hollywood, most of Democrat Socialist DC, and even the world of “journalism” stands exposed, they still have, what?

Judge Roy Moore. One guy—ONE—against entire INDUSTRIES of Progressivist gropers, weenie-waggers, pervs, and pud-pullers. Let’s just run a list, which I won’t even pretend is comprehensive: Weinstein. Clinton, of course. Gore. Conyers. Franken. NPR chief editor David Sweeney. Takei. Louis CK. Keillor. Weiner. Spacey. Charlie Rose. Glenn Thrush. Halperin. James Toback. Brett Ratner. John Lasseter. Go back further than this recent tsunami, if you like, to Ted Kennedy: the Lion of the Senate, inspiration and role model, grandfather to them all.

All proud liberals—ALL. Against…what?

Judge Roy Moore. That’s it. He’s the only one. And the already-questionable allegations against him are holding less and less water by the day.

Enjoy this? Oh, you just bet your sweet ass I am. And if you’re a liberal female and are all butthurt now, perceiving my turning of that last phrase as some kind of microaggression against you, well, call a fucking cop, sweetcheeks.

Seriously, though, I must admit that I mostly agree with Keillor’s premise in his article above: I do think the stultified, juiceless world foisted on us by Progressivist political correctness—the lunatic boundaries their idea of what constitutes “sexual harassment” have drawn around us all—is neither a pleasant nor a desirable one. Would I prefer that we were all less uptight, more tolerant, more hardy and unflappable, less quick to take offense, more forgiving, more able to act like big boys and girls when it comes to such things? Sure I would.

Which doesn’t imply that I think there ain’t real, true harassment going on out there, mind. It also doesn’t mean I think it shouldn’t be swatted down vigorously and punished righteously when it’s exposed, each and every time, no matter who does it. It’s abuse of power; it’s preying on women, plain and simple, and it shouldn’t be tolerated. As a man and not a Pajama Boy pusscake, I believe protecting the women in my life from true predatory animals is one of my noblest and most compelling duties, and I have no qualms whatever about doing it. I owe my precious daughter that much, if no one else, and I swore to myself a long time ago that I would NOT fail her.

As has been said about other things, though: in a world where everything is sexual harassment, nothing is. All of the egregious behavior by the Progtard “icons” listed above rises (or sinks) to a reasonable, credible standard of harassment and abuse, and may God have mercy on the Franken or Lauer who dares do such to my little girl, because I surely won’t. On the other hand, innocent flirtation, say (unless it’s unwanted or excessive, or persists after a clear and calmly-stated request to knock it off); asking a co-worker out for drinks after work; an awkward, perhaps even drunken declaration of infatuation after a few of those drinks—ehhh, not so much, I’m thinking.

These are all things that those of us with a functioning moral compass can recognize as minor irritations at worst, certainly not just causes for hysteria, law-enforcement intervention, or psychotherapy. The critical flaw in the Progressivist approach is their usual lack of any sense of proportion, their complete inability to apply common sense to any problem or situation. That, combined with their bone-deep, reflexive penchant for seeking legislative, big-government solutions to anything and everything is why they find themselves in such deep doo-doo now. Which is no more than they deserve, the dopes.

But maybe the real long-term harm in what Progressivists have done is to make it probable that at least some bona-fide allegations of harassment or abuse won’t be taken seriously— that they end up numbing us to all such things so thoroughly as to render us uninterested in reacting appropriately to cases of real abuse. As with their shrieks of “Nazi!” at anyone who disagrees with them slightly, they may end up removing all force and impact from the term. Only time will tell on that, I guess.

For the moment, though, it’s time to enjoy another self-inflicted sucking chest wound, and to help ensure it’s as grievously and permanently injurious to them as possible. As with everything else, they’ve politicized sexual abuse, and are now being amusingly hoist once again on their own petard. This is the world they wanted; this is the world they made, and we all have to live in it. To fail to rigorously enforce their own rules against them, especially when it will do such great harm to them, is a mug’s game. It’s exactly what they expect of us right now, in truth—they’re counting on it; you can see that from the excuses they’re already so audaciously making for Franken, Lauer, and Conyers.

Hell with that. They’re your juices, libtards. Stew in ’em, till you’re fucking well done.

We’re gonna need more popcorn, looks like.


The religion of pedophilia and sexual dysfunction

Not much has changed since the Pedophile Prophet’s day, apparently:

The vast gulf between U.S. and Afghan attitudes about homosexuality and pedophilia has generated concern among U.S. advisers in Afghanistan since the American presence there began to expand.

In late 2009, U.S. and British forces ordered a study of Pashtun male sexuality. They were worried that homosexuality and pedophilia among Afghan security forces and tribes could create cultural misunderstanding with allied troops shock and disgust among civilized human beings forced to work cheek by jowl with barbarian freaks, according to a copy of the report obtained by The Washington Examiner.

Fixed it for ya. Bill says it’s “bleakly hilarious,” and he’s right:

Islam, busily hanging faggots in Iran, and dumping buildings on them in Afghanistan, while Muslim men fuck prepubescent boys they keep around like meat.

Islam – if it moves and it’s under 12, we’ll fuck it.

US troops – “confused” by homosexuality.

US troops – being “hit on” by horny Muslims.

US gay troops, coming out – big insult to Muslims, except when horny Muslim men want to fuck them.

And on, and on…

Why on earth any enlightened denizen of Western civilization would feel any obligation to “respect” such a twisted, ass-backwards, plainly savage culture is beyond me. Tolerate their existence, maybe. “Respect” them? In a pig’s eye.

Oh wait, am I allowed to say that?

The parents of a Muslim boy who attends a secondary school in La Línea, Cádiz province, have reported their son’s teacher for an incident in the boy’s geography class which the child said caused him offence as a Muslim.

The teacher, José Reyes Fernández, with more than 20 years in the profession, was explaining to the class how the cold climate in Trevélez, Granada province, aided in the curing of the village’s most famous local product, jamón serrano. The boy told his teacher that hearing the word ‘ham’ in class was offensive to him because of his religion and asked his geography teacher to stop referring to the product which caused him offence.

El Mundo newspaper reports that the boy’s parents then reported the teacher to both the National Police and to the courts. They placed a denuncia against the teacher for psychological ill-treatment in the context of xenophobia and racism.

How to get a Muslim to eat pork: serve it on the naked bum of a ten year old boy.

Fucking freaks.


Draw Mo ‘n Me a Picture: You Ain’t Nothin’ But Mahound, Dawg (Updated)


Marcus Steynius:

Provocation for its own sake is one of the dreariest features of contemporary culture, but that’s not what this is about. Nick Gillespie’s post reminds us that the three most offensive of the “Danish cartoons” – including the one showing Mohammed as a pig – were not by any Jyllands-Posten cartoonists but were actually faked by Scandinavian imams for the purposes of stirring up outrage among Muslims.

[T]he clerics’ action underlines what’s going on: the real provocateurs are the perpetually aggrieved and ever more aggressive Islamic bullies – emboldened by the silence of “moderate Muslims” and the pre-emptive capitulation of western media. I was among a small group of columnists in the Oval Office when President Bush, after running through selected highlights from a long list of Islamic discontents, concluded with an exasperated: “If it’s not the Crusades, it’s the cartoons.”

I’m bored with death threats. And, as far as I’m concerned, if that’s your opening conversational gambit, then any obligation on my part to “cultural sensitivity” and “mutual respect” is over. The only way to stop this madness destroying our liberties is (as Ayaan Hirsi Ali puts it) to spread the risk. Everybody Draws Mohammed Day does just that.

Let me offer a word-picture today, drawn from Chesteron’s “Lepanto”.

Joseph E. Rendini:

In language for which our bloodless leaders would apologize today, Chesterton describes “Mahound” – that is, Mohammed – in his “paradise,” summoning up dark angels, genii and giants to the aid of the Turk. For Mohammed knows what is coming out of the West:

But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces – four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not ‘Kismet’; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey in the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.

Here, Chesterton anticipates those who translate “Islam” as “peace” by equating “peace” with “submission,” which is the literal meaning of “Islam.” But Chesterton submits that the submission required by Islam is not submission to the will of God, but submission to the conqueror’s foot. The “peace” his Mohammed offers is that of the down-trodden.

That is, the peace of the conquered, the peace of the slave.

Screw that.

Joe Palmer:

The [naval] battle of Lepanto remains a moment in Western history when great powers in Christendom – Spain, Genoa, Venice, and several Papal states – gained victory over Islam. …The battle was a turning point in early modern history. The merchants of the West in 1571 made the world safer for trade, just as the merchants of the West are making the world safer for trade [today]. …

Chesterton was a Christian apologist who held that “nonsense and faith are the two supreme symbolic assertions of truth.” He tells us in the verses that Muhammad in his paradise remembered the earlier Crusades of long ago before the battle of Lepanto took place:

“…a noise is in the mountains… and I know the voice that shook our palaces four hundred years ago: it is he that saith not ‘Kismet;’ it is he that knows not Fate: It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate.”

Richard I, the Lion-Hearted (1157-1199), Raymond IV, Count of Toulouse (1038-1105), and Godfrey of Bouillon, Duke of Lower Lorraine (1058-1100), King of Jerusalem in 1099, were not given to believe that everything that happens is foreordained. They didn’t say “Kismet” to explain away what happened to them, like the Moslems. They didn’t believe in “fate.” Things that happened were not written, not foreordained.

The Crusaders tried to stop the Saracens, the Moslems, from encroaching on what was left of Roman Mediterranean civilization in feudal days. Then the Turks took over the Byzantine Empire of Greek-speaking Christians who controlled Asia Minor, the Balkans, most of the Near East, and the Mediterranean Coast of Africa.

The great sea had been a Roman lake, with North Africa a verdant, productive bread basket. There were farms in those days all along the coast of North Africa, from the Levant to Morocco. Roman civilization persisted there, as it does today in the West.

Pushed by the tribes from the steppes of Asia, the tribes of Northern Europe mixed with the Romans, creating powerful kingdoms where Roman ways were perpetuated. Their galleys were rowed by eunuchs provided by Viking, and Syrian Jewish, slave dealers, who got their slaves among the Slavs, hence the word slave. Eunuch in Arabic is sakáliba, the same root as slave.

The Prophet Muhammad is called “Mahound” in Chesterton’s ballad, an insult that goes back to a Beaumont and Fletcher play written around 1600. Salman Rushdie in his immensely popular recent novel The Satanic Verses used the name Mahound, thereby earning himself a famous Moslem fatwa, or condemnation, of the sort that could be dangerous to one’s health. “Mahound” is a contemptuous name for Muhammad that means devil or evil spirit. Dogs are taboo in Islam.

“Whores, writers, Mahound, we are the people you can’t forgive,” Rushdie observed.

In the poem ‘Lepanto’, Mahound is taller than the trees; his voice is thunder, commanding the angel of death Azrael and the pagan spirits Ariel and Ammon. He has godly powers and uses the Seal of Solomon, the magic ring with the magen Dawid, Sulayman’s Seal, the cachet used on Moroccan coins, to crush the infidel Christians, to root out their hermits and ascetics, to rob and pillage, to raid towns on the Adriatic coast and build fortresses…

…and build mosques among the ruins.

UPDATE: Cap’n Ed:

A “hearts and minds” campaign, as we discovered in Vietnam, requires some sympathy and understanding of the entire community. If we’re insulting a broad class of Muslims by celebrating what appears to be a heresy in their eyes, we’re pushing them closer to the radicals and not isolating the terrorists. Given the images being celebrated on Facebook’s EDMD page, it won’t be too difficult to see this as an attack on their religion altogether.

On the other hand — and this is where my sympathies lie — a free society has to have the ability to offend as part and parcel of the freedom of expression. To acquiesce to the pressure that cowed Comedy Central is to surrender that freedom and to make terrorism a successful strategy, and not just for radical Islam. A nation of laws provides its citizens freedom from vendettas, and where vendettas succeed, freedom is diminished or lost altogether. That is why it is always un-American to seek political change through violence and terrorism, because it cuts against the fabric of what makes us Americans. In order to stand against the vendetta mentality, we need to make a statement that we will not be cowed into silence and surrender, whether that’s defined as dhimmitude, omerta, or whatever.

My good friend Chris Muir has what I believe may be the most thoughtful entry for EDMD. It’s a good theme for EDMD as a sort of Rohrshach test. What you read into it depends entirely on you.

Have a look.


Fat-Ass Government: “I know what you weighed last summer!”


Weekly Standard:

States receiving federal grants provided for in the bill would be required to annually track the Body Mass Index of all children ages 2 through 18. The grant-receiving states would be required to mandate that all health care providers in the state determine the Body Mass Index of all their patients in the 2-to-18 age bracket and then report that information to the state government. The state government, in turn, would be required to report the information to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services for analysis. …

Section 101 of the bill amends the Public Health Services Act by stating that health care providers must record the Body Mass Index of all children ages 2 through 18. “The provision relates to all children in states that accept grants under the bill,” a spokesperson for Rep. Kind told “However, it is important to note that no one is forced to come in for a doctor’s visit to get their BMI tested. BMI will be taken at times when the child makes an otherwise scheduled doctor’s visit.”

That’s odd; when HealthControl passed, we were told the government wouldn’t dream of coming between patients and their doctors, or telling doctors how to practice medicine. But under this new law, if Little Bobby has lawful contact with a HealthEnforcement Agent, he must show his Weight Papers. Please.

As Michelle noted,

The government still can’t track foreign visa holders nearly 9 years after 9/11, but now the feds want to track every child’s Body Mass Index. Priorities.

In other words, we can’t be bothered to keep track of Faisal Shazad and his Propane Tanks of Death…unless he uses them to grill some bacon cheeseburgers!

I think this Body Mass Index law is a great idea–as long as we also keep track of the “Booty Marx Index”.

That’s the scientific measurement of all the commie schemes dreamed up by thick-headed, Fat-Ass Government politicians to stick their noses into the private lives of citizens “for their own good”.

Say–did you file a 1099 with that celery stick?


AINO Sunshine ’til He’s Gone: “Paging Dick Cheney–Waterboard cleanup needed in Aisle Four!”


“Treason doth never prosper: what’s the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.”– Roman poet Publius Ovidius Naso, a.k.a. “Ovid”–all units be on the lookout!



…Shahzad told investigators he acted alone and denied any ties to radical groups in his native Pakistan…

I certainly hoped they stopped him from talking. It would be just terrible if we ‘arrogantly failed to live up to Americas highest ideals’ by letting him tell us anything useful.

Shahzad is a naturalized U.S. citizen and had recently returned from a five-month trip to Pakistan, where he had a wife…

But Holder said Americans should remain vigilant.

“It’s clear,” he said, “that the intent behind this terrorist act was to kill Americans.”

Umm…he is an American. Or at least an AINO–American in Name Only. Should he “remain vigilant”, too, Eric?

Out of all the millions of people who would give their right arm for American citizenship, who would come here and be good productive citizens, or as productive as they could be with one arm, our Feddle Gumment chooses to confer citizenship on one Faisal Shahzad of Pakistan, a guy who can’t load batteries in a flashlight without detailed step-by-step instructions in Farsi.

Still, we’re lucky he was caught at all, given the mindset of officialdom, such as expressed by le Chief Inspector Jacques Bloomberg. The Fool Monty:

“If I had to guess 25 cents, this would be exactly that. Homegrown, or maybe a mentally deranged person, or somebody with a political agenda that doesn’t like the health care bill or something. It could be anything. There is no evidence here of a conspiracy, there is no evidence that it’s tied into anything else. It looks like an amateurish job done by at least one person.”


To the traditional who-ya-gonna-believe-me-or-your-lyin’-eyes cliches, Mayor Bloomberg has now added the inspired line that the amateurish loner with no connection to terrorism “didn’t like the health care bill”. I do hope they ask Faisal Shahzad his views on the individual mandate.

And Arizona’s immigration policy. Or maybe he was just another frustrated, Bush-hating theater critic, angry that Disney’s “The Lion King” failed to address the Imperial Over-Reach of the BushJunta’s Islamophobia, Homophobia, Hobophobia and Phobophobia. You know–like Frank Rich.

Will Holder also insist on Shahzad’s Iron-Clad Right to a trial on Broadway? Thinkin’ of it just gives me the buh-lues.

Hot Air:

Does anyone else see the hand of the NSA in this?

The number from a disposable cellphone led FBI agents to the suspect arrested Monday night for allegedly driving a car bomb into Times Square on Saturday evening, according to a senior official.

“They were able to basically get one phone number and by running it through a number of databases, figure out who they thought the guy was,” the official said.

You mean to tell me that we eavesdropped on this patriotic American? And he wasn’t even a Tea Party terrorist!

Congratulations to Law Enforcement on a job well done–nothing in this post should be construed otherwise. In fact, accept these apologies on behalf of American voters for inflicting such a dim-witted, half-hearted hack political class upon you. Thanks for doing the best job possible under such circumstances. Americans appreciate it.

And that AINO joke.

UPDATE: Where did Shazad work?

NY Post: Shahzad, a naturalized US citizen, had not been seen at his home or at his job since the Times Square incident.
LA Times: She said Shahzad told her husband he had a job on Wall Street, but that the Shahzad family left the home a few months ago after it fell into foreclosure.
BBC: She said she thought he had worked in nearby Norwalk.
Toolbox: a different Mr. Shazad, software developer?
Wall Street Journal: He next appears in April, 2002, when he was granted an H1-B visa for skilled workers; he stayed in the U.S. for three years on that visa and gained an M.B.A. It is not clear what company sponsored the visa, which is used to attract workers with a “specialty occupation,” such as information technology.

Another question:

Is Shazad an American citizen entitled to Constitutional rights if he falsely swore

“I hereby declare, on oath, that I absolutely and entirely renounce and abjure all allegiance and fidelity to any foreign prince, potentate, state, or sovereignty of whom or which I have heretofore been a subject or citizen; that I will support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I will bear arms on behalf of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform noncombatant service in the Armed Forces of the United States when required by the law; that I will perform work of national importance under civilian direction when required by the law; and that I take this obligation freely without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; so help me God.”?


“Everybody Knows”…don’t they?


Via Planet Gore, Martin Cohen:

Is belief in global-warming science another example of the “madness of crowds”? That strange but powerful social phenomenon, first described by Charles Mackay in 1841, turns a widely shared prejudice into an irresistible “authority”. Could it indeed represent the final triumph of irrationality?

After all, how rational is it to pass laws banning one kind of light bulb (and insisting on their replacement by ones filled with poisonous mercury vapour) in order to “save electricity”, while ploughing money into schemes to run cars on … electricity? How rational is it to pay the Russians once for fossil fuels, and a second time for permission (via carbon credits) to burn them? And how rational is it to suppose that the effects of increased CO2 in the atmosphere take between 200 and 1,000 years to be felt, but that solutions can take effect almost instantaneously? …

How this situation came about says much about how science is co-opted to sway public opinion. The case is built, deliberately or not, on misleading images and interpretations that have been perpetuated by parties with a vested interest. It morphs into a tool for governments to intimidate their populations into passive acceptance of very real changes: from the tiny, such as accepting miserable fluorescent light instead of the incandescent light we’ve been used to; to the major, like welcoming nuclear power plants and obliging rainforest tribes to make way for biofuel plantations.

Indeed, much of what is presented as hard scientific evidence for the theory of global warming is false.

Mr. Cohen then explains the Cascade Theory, how information flows down from experts to everyday citizens who don’t have the ability or government funding to set up their own phony computer modeling bunco scams research units like the boys at CRU. This theory works well when the experts are right. But when they’re wrong, the result can be a propagandized and ignorant society, spinning its wheels and making bad decisions:

One of the best examples of cascade theory is that of the entirely false consensus that built up in the 1970s around the danger of “fatty foods”. In fact, this consensus still exists, even though it has never had any scientific basis.

The theory can be traced back to a single researcher, Ancel Keys, who published a paper saying that Americans were suffering from “an epidemic” of heart disease because their diet was more fatty than their bodies were used to after thousands of years of evolution.

In 1953, Keys added additional evidence from a comparative study of the US, Japan and four other countries. Country by country, this showed that a high-fat diet coincided with high rates of heart disease.

Unfortunately for this theory, it turned out that prehistoric “traditional diets” were not especially low-fat after all – indeed, even the hunter-gatherers of yore, if they relied on eating their prey, would have had more fat in their diet than most people do today. As Science magazine pointed out, in the most relevant period of 100 years before the supposed “epidemic” of heart disease, Americans were actually consuming large amounts of fatty meat, so the epidemic followed a reduction in the amount of dietary fat Americans consumed – not an increase.

Keys’ country-by-country comparison had also been skewed, with countries that did not fit the theory (such as France and Italy with their oily, fatty cuisines) being excluded. The American Heart Association (AHA), considered to be the voice of experts, issued a report in 1957 stating plainly that the fats-cause-heart-disease claims did not “stand up to critical examination”. The case for there being any such epidemic was dubious, too – the obvious cause of higher rates of heart disease was that people were living longer, long enough to develop heart disease. But it was too late: the cascade had started.

Three years later, the AHA issued a new statement, reversing its view. It had no new evidence but it did have some new members writing the report, in the form of Keys himself and one of his friends. The new report made the cover of Time magazine and was picked up by non-specialists at the US Department of Agriculture, who then asked a supporter of the theory to draw up “health guidelines” for them. Soon, scarcely a doctor could be found prepared to speak out against such an overwhelming “consensus”, even if a few specialised researchers still protested. And all this was good enough for the highest medical officer in the US, the Surgeon General, in 1988 to issue a doom-laden warning about fat in foods, and claiming that ice-cream was a health menace on a par with tobacco smoking.

It was a pretty silly theory, and certainly not one based on good evidence. In fact, in recent years, in large-scale studies in which comparable groups have been put on controlled diets (low fat and high fat) a correlation has at last been found. It turns out that the low-fat diet seems to be unhealthy. But no one is quite sure why.

And no one is quite sure why our climate fluctuates. But the reasons why they want to sell you on “Global Warming” are very clear.

For some, it is a substitute religion. Once it moves beyond a reasonable concern, it becomes a Mother Earth cult, somehow promising immortality and spiritual freedom if we only eat enough organic fair-trade, cage-free, steroid-free, antibiotic-free, gluten-free, perfume-free, free-range bran muffins.

For others, it is a way to wealth. Those Three-Card “scientists” have governments and corporations tripping over each other to hand them money and grants.

If a Halliburton exec bragged about making a billion dollars off of Warmening, Al Gore would take that as axiomatic proof of unbridled greed. Yet Gore can boast of becoming the World’s First Carbon Billionaire (through government-coerced purchases, no less!)… and he takes it as proof of his own goodness and altruism!

But for others, the real impetus for Global Warming is Global Governing.

Almost all “liberal” policies today are designed to expand the size and scope of the State. But Socialized Weather in particular is designed to usher in Transnational Government. After all, the Environment, like Savoir Fare, ees everywhere!

So for some people, it’s superstition; for others, it’s greed. And for yet others, it’s power, a plan to enact Super-Statism.

And for Al Gore, it’s all three!

It’s the worst of all worlds: a confused society tossing trillions of much-needed dollars down an anti-productive rathole, a science forged on phony “consensus” and an unaccountable World Gumment based on phony “Consent”. Phony, phony, phony.

Everybody knows that.


Egg-zackly Inexact


You know the Ronnie Milsap song “She Keeps the Home Fires Burning”?

Well, my wife Keeps the Home-Fries Burning. She’s got a carbon footprint bigger than Idaho, Spud.

But yesterday morning she cooked a half-dozen eggs and some bacon without raising the the color-coded Homeland Security Threat Level. Delicious! But by Washington standards…she “saved or created” six chickens and a pig!

If we had a real press corps, the phrase “saved or created” so many jobs would be a term of derision and scorn, like “burn the village to save the village” or “that statement is inoperative” or anything ever said by John Kerry. Anything at all. Ever.

Yet Gibbs still uses it without any challenge. I said “If”.

It’s the Nobel Rationale applied to the economy; “We have no proof of any results…and that’s the way we like it!

Speaking of…what’s that…no, hon…I was just kidding…but…’cook my own breakfast’?; Aw, c’mon, Honey, don’t be that way!

I gotta go. I smell smoke.


Top Ten Van Jones-Fun Fast Food Facts!

Mr. McBushBash Gets a Job!

First, I’d like to welcome Mr. Jones to the real world of fast-food employment, where supply meets demand, where customers needs are met through a free exchange between a willing buyer and a willing seller.

Yes, we know that the freedom will be a little disorienting for you at first–it’s a little bit different than the top-down command economy of government invented-jobs and mandated consumers, forced to purchase the Government Dog Food.

And there is very little North Vietnamese cuisine you’ve grown used to in Berkeley–but on the bright side, we think you’ll like your bright red uniform!

Oh, and Van–don’t be late. You’re not in Washington anymore. In the real world, people actually get fired for that–although, ironically, not for being a Communist. Which is also the reason they hired you. Again, irony. Still, don’t be late.

And now, our Top 10 Van Jones quotes, quips and zany interactions with customers:

10.) “The President told me if I played my cards right, I might one day succeed Mayor McCheese.”

9.) “Statehood for McDonaldland Now!”

8.) “I went from $30 Billion Dollars to ‘Over 30 Billion Sold’.”

7.) “Thank’s to Global Warming, our “Frosties” will now be known as “Melties”.”

6.) “New Product idea: the MarxMelt, made with real Government Cheese!”

5.) “Society made the Hamburglar do it!”

4.) “When I finally ban cars, this will be a Bike-Thru window.”

3.) “One day, it’s ‘Hope and Change’; the next day, it’s ‘Hope your change is correct.'”

2.) “I went ahead and put some 30 weight in the deep fryer–I believe we should be able to run this stuff in our cars. Say, do you people have any idea how much methane is released just to make one Triple Bacon-ator? No? Me either.”

And the Number One Van Jones-Fun Fast Food Fact:

“French Revolution Fries with that?”


Veggie-heads more…uhh, stupider

Well, this sure explains a lot:

MELBOURNE: Scientists have discovered that going veggie could be bad for your brain-with those on a meat-free diet six times more likely to suffer brain shrinkage.

There’s a sting in the tail, though:

Brain scans of more than 1,800 people found that people who downed 14 drinks or more a week had 1.6% more brain shrinkage than teetotallers. Women in their seventies were the most at risk.

Beer does less damage than wine according to a study in Alcohol and Alcoholism.

Well, damn. Not a beer guy, never will be. Not a wine guy either. I’m screwed, I guess. What was it we were talking about again?

Update! Typos fixed. I’m apparently getting stupiderer by the minute here.


We Now Return


No, I don’t mean this evening’s “Barack Onassis–Live at Caesar’s Palace!”-show. Or even Arianna’s love life.

No, I’m talking about ‘The Keith ‘n Chrissie Show’ on the Olbermann Channel, LOLNBC.

Keith and his sidekick, 300-lb. Samoan political commentator Chris Matthews are quickly descending into Hunter S. Thompson-land, an Altered Reality vacation destination fueled by yohimbe bark, Pabst Blue Ribbon and the remnants of Ed Muskie’s ibogaine stash. I think I just saw Keith licking a psychotropic toad coming out of commercial break.

Chris and Keith are the political equivalent of an O.J. low-speed Bronco chase. Their ‘Fear and Loathing in Denver’-act has become Must-See TV. But for those who care about Keith, one word–“intervention”.

By the way, when Marcus Obamis announces his plan for defeat in Iraq tonight at his Big, Fat, Greek Coronation, can we call the plan “Plato’s Retreat”?


Read a book!

Steven H. Graham, that inimitable whiner at Hog On Ice, has finally published the pinnacle of Western Literature.  This book deserves to be right up there with other required reading like triple Pulitzer Prize winner and Nobel Peace Prize nominee Jonah Goldberg’s Liberal Fascism.

I speak, of course, of Eat What You Want and Die Like a Man, a book that should under no circumstances be read by a liberal, as it might cause their wee little noggin to explode.

Get it here.

Be a total fool and pay upwards of $80.00 for the original version here.

Oddly enough, Gabby McGabberson remains silent on the subject.  Maybe Steve should send him a copy.

I started reading this book the other night and couldn’t put it down.  Thankfully I work closing shift, because I didn’t get to bed until 2AM.  Go ye forthe and do the same.


I wonder if I can find this anywhere else…

Last tuesday, I was noodling through my daily constitutional perusal of the IntarWebTubes, and I saw that Steve H. is spreading the gospel of Guns and Pork. Worthy endeavor. Highly commendable. Much better than whining interminably. It’s good to see the lad has finally found a couple of subjects on which to speak positively.

I’m joking! Relax, Steve.

That’s not the point of this post. This is. Anybody know another source for this stuff?

As a quick rant, I’d just like to say to the dipwads running that slapping an “i” in front of a word, putting up a corresponding webpage and then letting more than half your product drift into “Out of Stock” status does not constitute good business practice. Get on the ball, you morons. Hire a web developer to write some code that will keep only in stock items up. Or better yet, insert a field into each product listing that will let you post an “expected in stock by date xx/xx/xxxx”.

Or maybe, and I know this sounds crazy but work with me here, maybe you could hire a buyer to find new product to replace out of stock items. You geniuses think about that for a bit while I see if I can find what I want somewhere else.

UPDATE! Sweet fancy Moses. Slap “slab bacon” into (the alternative to Google evil) and just look at this. Niman Ranch slab bacon, in stock this very instant. Or you could pay more at Figis, but unlike say,, you could actually get the product. Does Burger Smokehouse have slab bacon in stock? What do you think?  How about Nueskes?  Well whaddayafuckinknow.  How about Lawrence’s Smoke Shop and Country Store? OMFG! Not only one but two forms of slab bacon in stock!

I was about to say “Fuck this noise, I’ll buy some raw hog and cure my own“, but it looks like that won’t be necessary.


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