Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

A threat?

Or a promise?

MSNBC host Joy Reid claimed President Trump’s decision to include tanks and military equipment in Washington, D.C’s Fourth of July celebrations is a threat to Americans during an appearance on MSNBC’s Deadline: White House on Tuesday.

“What is the message Donald Trump is trying to send by rolling tanks down Constitution Avenue?” Reid continued. “Who is that message to? It’s certainly not to tyrants because he likes tyrants, he loves tyrants. It’s not to Putin, it’s not to Kim Jong-Un, not to the Saudis. Is it to our friends, to Western democracies who he doesn’t particularly like, or is it to us? Is it to the resistance in this country? I got tanks. I have this military armada. The message is a threat, but it’s always a threat when you roll out your military. But it’s to whom is the threat, and I suspect that the threat is to his fellow Americans.”

Oh, it’s not a threat to Americans, Joy. Just you treasonous, America-hating shitlib fucks.

How confusing is it that, after four or five decades of demanding the US jettison its Founding principles and become more like Russia, they now get all shrieky and damp-drawered over a couple of (stationary) tanks on display for the 4th of July? Guess it ain’t really the cannon, but who it’s pointed at, that bothers ’em.

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Collateral damage

The needle scalpel and the damage done.

Even before the obvious signs of maleness, Tom’s laughter disappeared from our lives. Overnight, it seemed, he stopped smiling. He no longer took pleasure in anything. He looked ill. He complained of fatigue, stomach ailments and dizziness. He lost his appetite and began to lose weight. But my sincere attempts to sympathise with him alternated with bewilderment and rage over the close, secret relationships he’d apparently formed with women confidantes, over his insistence that his urgent need to express his femininity outweighed every other concern.

“I have a medical condition,” he insisted. “A fatal condition that’s going to kill me unless I get treatment.”

“Who decides the treatment?” I asked.

“I do!”

He didn’t seem the same. He didn’t act the same. His values seemed to change along with his personality.
“What if you knew that doing this would destroy one or all of the children?” I asked him. Ice cold, the man I had once thought a wonderful father replied, “I would do it anyway.”

When I eventually got round to reading other women’s accounts – that is, the accounts of women who stayed with their transsexual husbands – they said about their partners what my husband said about himself: he’s still the same person inside. “Where inside?” I wanted to shout.

This argument reached an absurd zenith on the day he declared, “You only loved me for my gender!”

“Yes,” I said sarcastically. “Since nobody else had that gender, I had no choice but to love you.”

Such moments packed a breathtaking array of meaning and emotion. All at once there was the pathos of witnessing a middle-aged man – the husband I loved and had admired – taking pleasure in gazing at the woman he evidently saw when he looked at himself in the mirror. His satisfaction with himself. His in-my-face “I’m going to do this and you have no choice but to accept it” attitude towards me. The painful fact that such moments represented his departure from our marriage and from the person he had been, and that I was forced to watch that departure not once but over and over again. The terrible feeling of intrusion into my space, my privacy. Like a rebellious teenager, he wanted me to know: you aren’t the only woman around here any more. He wanted me to know: absolutely nothing will be left to you. My basket had become a public receptacle marked All Women’s Things Go Here. Like womanhood itself, it was no longer my domain.

Tom found a circle of women to sympathise with, encourage and dress him. Once, he left his laptop open to a message from one of them that read, “Your wife has to accept losing you.” He reported that another had urged him to “Do it all quickly!”

From his cheerleaders I learned that in the new political correctness, female solidarity is out. A man in a dress is in. Among women who consider themselves feminists, a man who declares himself a transsexual trumps another woman any day. One of Tom’s supporters would eventually sum up this perspective most explicitly: “He’s a transsexual. Anything he does is what he needs to do.”

These career women told Tom, and some would later tell me, that my wifely role was to support my man and to get my children on board with the project. My responsibility was to Tom. Tom’s responsibility was to Tom. In the Valley of the Politically Correct, being a transsexual means never having to say you’re sorry.

In the shitlib victimhood hierarchy, transgenders are at the very summit. For now, anyway, until the Furries (or something even more bizarre) start getting a little more PR traction. Rod Dreher calls a spade a spade:

The wife is Christine Benvenuto; here is a link to the memoir she wrote about this experience, from which the above essay was taken. Her ex-husband Jay now lives as Joy Ladin, and is celebrated as a brave pioneer.

This Pride Month, our media never tell us the stories of people like Christine Benvenuto and her children — those whose lives were shattered by men like Jay Ladin, following their dream. They are the collateral damage on the way to Utopia. Jay Ladin ought to be ashamed of himself for what he did to his wife and children, but of course he — a professor at Yeshiva — moves from strength to strength in this family-hating culture of ours.

What is so interesting to me about this story is the way Ladin changed almost overnight from being a normal person to being a selfish monster after he came out as trans. I saw a similar (though not remotely as consequential) change in a guy I had been good friends with in college — until he came out as gay.

Mind you, what N. did to me was not remotely on the same level as what Jay/Joy Ladin did to his wife and children. But it is at the far end of a spectrum.

To be clear, I am not claiming that this is how all LGBT people behave! In fact, one of the friends during that time who comforted me in my shock and anger at N.’s betrayals was (is) a lesbian who was just as appalled as I was by what N. had done. My point is simply that some people, when they switch sexual or gender identities, stop seeing and feeling responsible to other people, except to regard them as obstacles to giving them what they want. It’s as if they become possessed by a malicious spirit. I don’t understand it. But I recognize it, and I recognize that we live in a culture now that celebrates and rewards this malicious narcissism, and that regards the tragedy suffered by people like Christine Benvenuto and the Ladin children as politically inconvenient, therefore disposable.

Just part of the larger Progressivist program to destroy whatever remnants are left of the traditional family; as such, the wreckage and pain are a feature, not a bug. Monstrous and despicable as he sure as hell is, even Ladin himself might be seen as part of that collateral damage, in a way.

(Via Insty)

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The seeds of tyranny

Was the Civil War worth the price?

Whether the southern states had constitutional warrant to secede from the Union is a fascinating intellectual dispute with no accepted answer. In this case force of arms supplied the answer. Nor does it matter much whether the South had a more respectable reason to secede than slavery. Why should Northerners kill former fellow citizens for wanting to leave for whatever reason? It is hard to see why secession warranted war.

Still, slavery was the triggering event. There were other issues, such as tariffs, but none would have animated the white populations to leave the union. Although Lincoln pledged to respect the institution of slavery, it would have become much less secure facing hostile national executive and legislative branches. His election sparked the almost instantaneous walk-out by seven deep South states, starting with South Carolina.

However, eight slave states remained. Had all gone out the North’s task would have been far greater. But the eight remained loyal until Lincoln called up 75,000 militiamen to suppress the rebellion. Notably, this was no campaign to free the slaves. Although the president genuinely loathed slavery, he famously wrote Horace Greeley: “My paramount object in the struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery.” Lincoln’s overwhelming concern was to preserve the national government; the status of the slave system that so distorted the government was secondary.

Only after the president announced his plan to coerce the seceded states did the upper South — Arkansas, North Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia — leave the Union. They were willing to subordinate slavery to national unity but would not join an effort to suppress states with which they had more in common than with most of the North. The border states of Kentucky and Missouri divided and fought their own mini-civil wars, while Union occupation preserved Maryland’s loyalty and tiny Delaware never had a choice. One North Carolina unionist complained: “Union sentiment was largely in the ascendant and gaining strength until Lincoln prostrated us. He could have adopted no policy so effectual to destroy the union.… Lincoln has made us a unit to resist until we repel our invaders or die.”

The issue of coercion was critical to many Americans. Before leaving U.S. army service, Col. Robert E. Lee wrote: “I can anticipate no greater calamity for the country than a dissolution of the Union.…Still, a Union that can only be maintained by swords and bayonets, and in which strife and civil war are to take the place of brotherly love and kindness, has no charm for me.” Horace Greeley could have been plagiarizing Lee when the former editorialized in the New York Tribune: “We hope never to live in a republic whereof one section is pinned to the residue by bayonets.”

It is hard to disagree with such sentiments. If Californians today declared that they wanted to separate from the rest of America — perhaps with the enthusiastic encouragement of many conservatives! — should Washington send in the army? Conduct terror bombing from the sky? Set up a naval blockade, an updated “Anaconda Plan” of sorts? Hopefully not. Whether the Golden State’s departure was “legal” would matter little. Washington would have to choose between wishing 40 million Californians well or killing them. The first would be the better option.

Washington most certainly WILL do anything it thinks it must to prevent Cali or any other state from seceding, and none of us ought to be kidding ourselves about that. There is simply no chance whatsoever that Mordor On The Potomac will ever for one second countenance depriving itself of access to those seaports, military bases, natural resources, industries, and the tax dollars they generate—none.

Rightly or wrongly, the question of secession was indeed settled by the War Of Northern Aggression, and nobody in DC gives a tin fuck whether you like the way things worked out or not.

Being a proud Southerner born and raised, as well as having a lifelong fascination with Civil War history, I confess I have somewhat conflicted feelings about Lincoln. I don’t necessarily subscribe to the blanket condemnation of him as a “tyrant” like some of my friends do; his rhetoric as the War progressed describing his passion for preserving the Union was nothing short of soaring, a thing of rare eloquence and beauty.

At the same time though, there’s no denying that his prosecution of the war helped the abandonment of the Constitutional ideal of limited federal government along, and made the metastizing DC cancer we find ourselves confronting now inevitable. It’s more than a little ironic that Lincoln’s near-fanatical insistence on preserving the Union at any cost led directly to the establishment of precisely the kind of contra-Constitutional abomination the Founders so vehemently abhorred.

And so here we all are: seriously debating both the prospect and desirability of fighting another Civil War in hopes of ridding ourselves of the kind of intrusive, all-powerful central government the first one saddled us with. Left mostly undiscussed so far is what the odds off actually pulling that miracle off, rather than ending up with something much worse, might be.

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Gibson has his say

No, I ain’t talking guitars now, but bakeries.

A business is only as strong as its reputation.

For more than 130 years, this principle served my family well. We own and operate Gibson’s Bakery in the City of Oberlin, Ohio — home to Oberlin College. Over that time, we have worked hard to build a reputation on our homemade baked goods, candy and ice cream, and on our commitment to our community.

Started by my great grandfather in 1885, the bakery has always been a source of pride for our family. For decades I’ve worked alongside my father, Allyn W. Gibson, known around Oberlin as “Grandpa Gibson.” At 90, he still comes to work nearly every day, where I’m joined by my son, and my 11-year-old grandson on the weekends.

On Nov. 9, 2016, a student attempted to shoplift two bottles of wine from our store. Unfortunately, theft is all too common at Gibson’s Bakery. Like many small businesses in Oberlin, our employees have caught plenty of shoplifters over the years — many of them students.

Police arrested the student. But the next day, hundreds of people gathered in protest. From bullhorns they called for a boycott. The sidewalk and park across the street from our store were filled with protesters holding signs labeling us racists and white supremacists. The arrest, they said, was the result of racial profiling. The narrative was set and there was no combating it.

Despite the lack of any evidence, our family was accused of a long history of racism and discrimination. Oberlin College officials ordered the suspension of the more than 100-year business relationship with our bakery, and our customers dwindled. We were officially on trial — not in a courtroom, but in the court of public opinion. And we were losing.

As time went on, the truth began to emerge. The shoplifter confessed to his crime and said the arrest wasn’t racially motivated. But Oberlin College refused to help set the record straight by issuing a public statement that our family is not racist and does not have a history of racial profiling or discrimination.

The damage had been done. And the truth seemed irrelevant. In a small city like Oberlin, having the largest business and employer against you is more than enough to seal your fate.

Running out of options, we decided to pursue a lawsuit against Oberlin College. Two regional law firms agreed to take our case.

As the extended legal battle dragged on, many asked why I didn’t just quit. Wouldn’t it be easier to close up shop and move on?

In the end, the words of my father inspired me to continue the fight. He said, “In my life, I’ve done everything I could to treat all people with dignity and respect. And now, nearing the end of my life, I’m going to die being labeled as a racist.”

Gibson closes with the hope that Oberlin’s Little Hitlers will learn something from this, take stock, and abandon the evil of SJW ideology. But as Bill Jacobson says, that hope is already being proven vain:

There is no evidence that Oberlin is ready to “take stock and correct course,” as Editorial Board of the Pittburgh Post-Gazette suggested it do to avoid going the way of Antioch College. As we have written, Oberlin College is doubling and tripling down on portraying itself as the victim, blaming as it has in past incidents, the media.

Then the full weight of the judgment should be rammed right down their throats until they choke to death on it. And if being forced to pay just restitution to the innocent people whose lives they intentionally ruined closes Oberlin college for good, well, tough shit. Full stop, end of story, no tears shed, world’s smallest violin.

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Plugs gets plugged

Looks like the Democrat-Socialists have figured out that Gropey Joe has no more chance at the presidency now than he did the other seventeen times he tried.

Look at everything our fake news media chose not to tell us in 2008 when Biden was running for vice president — and don’t forget we are talking about the same fake news media that sent legions of fake journalists to Alaska to find out which library books Biden’s rival, then-Gov. Sarah Palin, checked out.

Only now are we learning that in 1975 Biden said his party needed a “liberal George Wallace,” that he believed segregation was a good thing as a “matter of black pride,” and that he voted to restore the American citizenship of confederate president Jefferson Davis.

Did you know that as recently as 1988, Biden praised a Democrat segregationist as a  “man of character and courage?”

All of this is coming to light now for only one reason: the media were not interested in 2008 because in 2008 the media were only interested in protecting Barack Obama.

Here is the first black president hooking up with a vice president enamored with segregation and segregationists and the media buried it all — and did so while attacking Obama’s rivals (Palin, John McCain, Mitt Romney, Donald Trump — who have no history of BFF’n segregationists) as racists.

But now, NOW, now that the media want a far-left extremist to win the 2020 Democrat nomination, now that they want Mean Little Mayor Pete Buttigieg or Kamala Harris or Elizabeth Warren, now that the media have decided no more old, white guy presidents, they are all over Biden’s racist past.

In other words…

Eleven year later, we are just now entering day four of the media vetting Joe Biden.

Odd, innit? And this latest reveal is hardly the only thing they’re throwing at poor ol’ Gropey Joe.

So I was really intrigued with this ABC hit piece. We played the sound bites of it yesterday. They just ran a hit piece on Biden that you don’t see the media run against Democrats, hardly ever. And it hit all the points, the things that you know about Biden and Ukraine, Biden and China, Biden and his son — Biden and his son divorcing his wife and marrying his brother’s widow, his cocaine problem, getting kicked out Navy.

You know all that because we’ve told you about it. But people that read the Drive-By Media have no idea until yesterday — and ABC hit everything. The same day the New York Post Page Six went deep, deep, deep into the problems with Joe Biden’s son Hunter and cocaine and the strange business deals with the ChiComs and Ukraine. You just don’t see this, and I made the observation yesterday that I don’t think it’s journalism. This was not journalism. This was full-fledged political activism.

I’m thinking this is happening because the New York Times is not yet ready to run this stuff. The Washington Post is not yet ready to run this stuff. But somebody within the Democrat Party wants Biden gone, and they’re trying to maneuver the Drive-Bys into helping them get rid of him. When this kind of stuff starts… You know, it could be that, as I speculated yesterday, ABC did this just to do it, and they did it early enough where people could forget it and it wouldn’t hurt Plugs, and then they could say later on (sputtering), “Hey, we’re fair.

“We — we — we did a hard-hitting piece on Biden and his kid.” But with this today and then the New York Post Page Six with another one today — these two things on top of it — I think the bottom line here is that Biden is finished but doesn’t know it. And he may know it, by the way. He just hasn’t fallen over yet. But it’s coming. Whoever this is… It could be elements of the Obama Regime. It could be the Democrat National Committee. It could be a Democrat strategerist somewhere. It could be a Democrat consultant somewhere, could be people inside his own campaign.

Yep, he’s toast. See ya in the funny papers, Gropester.

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Broken, no fixing

The sole output of America’s managerial elite is self-serving hubris.

The system is broken, and the managerial elite will keep it broken because it serves their interests to keep it broken.

America’s managerial elite came to do good and stayed to do well–at the expense of everyone beneath them. Now that they’ve entrenched themselves at the top of the status quo, there’s no way to dislodge them, even as their failure to address what’s broken, much less actually fix what’s broken, insures systemic breakdown.

In government, the managerial elite is known as The Deep State: those who remain in power regardless of who’s in elected office. In local government, managerial elites often shift positions, moving from elected office to a plum position in the bureaucracy where they can draw a big paycheck out of sight until they retire.

In Corporate America, managerial elites also move around, leaving sinking ships (that they may well have helped sink) as needed, and moving to think tanks or academia if their failures start multiplying.

Changing elected officials does nothing to dislodge our managerial elite overlords. The new mayor, governor or president comes and goes, and all the major institutions–education, higher education, healthcare, national defense, critical infrastructure–continue down the same path of enriching entrenched insiders while the institution fails its core missions.

Let’s review the central institutions of the nation:

1. Healthcare: a failed system doomed to bankrupt the nation.

2. Defense: a failed system of cartels and Pentagon fiefdoms that have saddled the nation with enormously costly failed weapons systems like the F-35 and the LCS.

3. Higher Education: a bloated, failed system that is bankrupting an entire generation while mis-educating them for productive roles in the emerging economy.

4. Foreign policy: Iraq: a disaster. Afghanistan: a disaster. Libya: a disaster. Syria: a disaster. Need I go on?

5. Political governance: a corrupt system of self-serving elites, lobbyists, pay-to-play, corporate puppet-masters, and sociopaths who see themselves as above the law.

In Why Our Status Quo Failed and Is Beyond Reform, I explain why the only possible output of these systems is failure.

You said a real mouthful there, my boy.

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DAMNED PESKY (((((JOOOOOOZ!!!)))) BLOW UP TWO TANKERS IN STRAITS OF HORMUZ!!!

The ((((INTERNATIONAL CONSPIRACY!!!)))) strikes again, trying to drag us into war again with our bestest buds EVAR, our staunchest and most reliable allies against ((((THE TRIBE!!!)))), the Iranian “Death To America” Mad Mullahs.

The United States has blamed Iran for an attack on two tankers in the Gulf of Oman, releasing video footage that it claims shows an Iranian patrol boat removing an unexploded mine from one of the vessels’ hulls.

I’ve seen speculation in certain Mouthbreathing Right comment sections that, since the limpets removed from the tanker’s hill were above the water line, this simply HAS TO BE a “false flag” op to lure the US into war with Iran, probably instigated by ((((DEM WARMONGERIN’ JOOOOOZ!!!)))). Remember this material; you will see it again on the test later.

The Kokura Courageous and Front Altair tankers were attacked in international waters Thursday, prompting the evacuation of both vessels and raising fears of further confrontation in one of the world’s most strategic shipping lanes at a time of high tensions between the US and Iran.

The explosions, which sparked a fire on at least one of the two ships, are still under investigation. US Secretary of State Mike Pompeo blamed Iran for the incident, citing intelligence assessments, the weapons used, the level of expertise required and the similarity to other recent attacks.

Another of US official told CNN that multiple Iranian small boats have entered the area where the USS Bainbridge continues to be on the scene, prompting US Central Command to issue a statement saying, “No interference with USS Bainbridge, or its mission, will be tolerated.”

However, a US official familiar with the current situation told CNN on Friday that Iranian small boats are preventing tugboats from towing away the Front Altair tanker — by being placed between the tugs and the disabled tanker.

It was actually a ((((JOOOOO!)))) boat, from Israel, no doubt.

Who could fail to see it, to question the comprehensive veracity of the ((((JOOOO!!!)))) conspiracy being behind this? I mean, really, people: when has Iran EVER declared sovereignty and control over the Hormuz straits, mined the Straits or the Persian Gulf, or threatened to block/close them?

Why, Iran has never taken a belligerent stance against the US; has no interest at all in higher oil prices and would never contemplate taking action to bring about such an increase; and is by no means involved in any so-called “Muslim terrorism” against the West—which is itself no more than a “false flag” ((((JOOOOO!!!)))) plot to turn us against our natural Mideast allies in favor of ((((YOU KNOW WHERE!!!)))).

WAKE UP, AMERICA!!

Oh, and as if all my above smart-assery weren’t enough to firmly establish the self-beclowning paranoia of the Mouthbreathing Right for you more reasonable types, there’s also this: those “UNPOSSIBLE!” above-the-waterline mine emplacements are actually pretty much the standard MO when sowing them from a patrol boat instead of having your SpecWar divers, if any, do it from underwater. But let’s not bother ourselves with facts, evidence, or the historical record here. For the ((((JOOOOO!!!)))-hatin’ Right, there’s never any need to look further than the nearest hook-nosed, greedy, world-dominating ((((TRIBE!!!)))) member for all your blame-assigning needs.

Disclaimer: I can’t see any scenario wherein I would support American boots on the ground in Iran. Nor do I wish to get involved yet again in a bootless, ennui-inducing rehash of ((((THE JOOO QUESTION!!!)))) argument here. At the same time, though, anybody who can’t (or won’t) comprehend that Iran’s Islamic-supremacist regime has been a dedicated, dangerous enemy since 1979 is a knucklehead. And any Righty who’s presently pretzeling himself into sloppy, doughy knots to find some way, any way, to manufacture some sort of Jewish conspiracy behind what is so obviously just the latest in a long, long line of Iranian provocations and/or acts of war is a damned fool.

Update! Almost forgot to include the hilariously baffling quote that closes the CNN article:

On Friday, a UK intelligence source told CNN that Britain had “no doubts” over the validity of the video released by the US Central Command. When asked about the remarks from Pompeo blaming Iran for the attack, Maja Kocijančič, a spokeswoman for the European Union, said Friday that the EU was still “gathering more information.”

“We have said repeatedly that the region doesn’t need further de-escalation it does need destabilization does need further tension and therefore we call for maximum restraint and to avoid provocations,” Kocijančič said.

Um. Well, okay, then. That certainly clears things right up all to hell and gone, don’t it?

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“Why Are the Western Middle Classes So Angry?”

Because reasons.

What is going on with the unending Brexit drama, the aftershocks of Donald Trump’s election and the “yellow vests” protests in France? What drives the growing estrangement of southern and eastern Europe from the European Union establishment? What fuels the anti-EU themes of recent European elections and the stunning recent Australian re-election of conservatives?

Put simply, the middle classes are revolting against Western managerial elites. The latter group includes professional politicians, entrenched bureaucrats, condescending academics, corporate phonies and propagandistic journalists.

Elites masked their hypocrisy by virtue-signaling their disdain for the supposedly xenophobic, racist or nativist middle classes. Yet the non-elite have experienced firsthand the impact on social programs, schools and safety from sudden, massive and often illegal immigration from Latin America, the Middle East, Africa and Asia into their communities.

As for trade, few still believe in “free” trade when it remains so unfair. Why didn’t elites extend to China their same tough-love lectures about global warming, or about breaking the rules of trade, copyrights and patents?

The middle classes became nauseated by the constant elite trashing of their culture, history and traditions, including the tearing down of statues, the Trotskyizing of past heroes, the renaming of public buildings and streets, and, for some, the tired and empty whining about “white privilege.”

If Western nations were really so bad, and so flawed at their founding, why were millions of non-Westerners risking their lives to reach Western soil?

How was it that elites themselves had made so much money, had gained so much influence, and had enjoyed such material bounty and leisure from such a supposedly toxic system—benefits that they were unwilling to give up despite their tired moralizing about selfishness and privilege?

It’s long past time for folks to realize that it’s better to be pissed off than pissed on. And with the advent of Trump the Disrupter and his peeling back the lid on the can of greasy grubworms that have misruled us for lo, these many years, it’s finally beginning to happen. But if one wants to seriously delve into the reasons why anger has boosted Real Americans into apoplectic orbit, look no further than the outrageous hypocrisy of double-dealing blowflies like Adam Schitt.

Democratic California Rep. Adam Schiff appears to have reversed his position on the ethics of using “stolen” information against political foes.

“It’s not OK to use materials they stole from your opponent, or to make it part of your campaign strategy,” Schiff tweeted on Sunday.

Schiff was responding to a Sunday morning interview during which Trump attorney Rudy Giuliani argued that, while he would have advised against it, “There’s nothing wrong with taking information from Russians.”

But when “the Russians” contacted Schiff in 2017, offering him information that they promised would prove compromising to President Donald Trump, he had a very different reaction.

Two Russian comedians, known as Vocan and Lexus, placed a prank call to Schiff pretending to be Andriy Parubiy, the chairman of the Ukrainian Parliament. They claimed to have recordings proving that Russian President Vladimir Putin, in an effort to force Trump to relax sanctions, was blackmailing the president with photographs of him and a model named Olga Buzova.

Schiff responded by asking, “What’s the nature of the kompromat?”

After being told that there were naked photos of Trump and the Russian model, Schiff instructed members of his staff to follow up — which they did, attempting to set up a meeting with Parubiy in order to move forward.

Because of course they did. After all, it’s diff’runt when Democrat-Socialists do it. Right, Schiff-for-brains?

Vocan and Lexus provided a copy of that email to The Daily Mail, at which point Schiff and his staffers claimed that they had known it was a hoax all along.

Uh huh. SURE you did, you suppurating pustule.

Y’know, I fret now and then over the horror that Civil War v2.0 will indubitably bring down on us. Then I read about some outlandish shit like the above, and suddenly a small, dark part of me just can’t wait for the ball to drop—when it will become open season, no bag limit on oxygen thieves like Schitt and his loathsome ilk.

New category, in honor of Schitt and pals: Kill ’em all, let God sort ’em out.

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“Why is San Francisco such a mess?”

Sorry for going dark most of this week, folks. Been spending all my time trying to work out a deal on an old beater car, having been without for two months now—which definitely cramps a Door Dash-driver’s style, as one would imagine—due to a bunch of crap I ain’t gonna get into now. So, laying all that troyerik mishegoss aside, let’s clear out a few open tabs, shall we?

Lemme see, lemme see, what do we have lying around here…oh, this one looks like it could be fun.

Sooner or later, every San Franciscan is going to have to answer this question: Why is the best city in the world such a mess?

Meanwhile, everyone else is asking: Why—San Francisco inarguably being the shit-strewn Third World mess that we all know it to be—do some people there cling so desperately to the delusional conceit that it’s still somehow “the best city in the world”?

The Washington Post is the latest to be on San Francisco’s case. It was once the Paris of the West. Now it’s “Too homogenous, too expensive, too tech, too millennial, too white, too elite, too bro.”

Too complicated, too desperatively evasive, when all they had to say was: too liberal, for too long—a conclusion based on an Everest of real-world evidence provided by every other urban shithole in America run for the last five or six decades by liberals.

And everyone knows it. I heard from a woman who was one of the neighbors when I lived on 21st Avenue, years ago. She was a kid then and played with my daughters on the sidewalk — jump rope, games like that. “This is not the city I grew up in,” she wrote. “I will never come back.”

You hear that a lot from expatriate San Franciscans. They moved out for a hundred good reasons, but a lot of us loyalists stayed with the city. We still like the city — the feel of it, the small-town nature of San Francisco, the neighborhood restaurants, the corner stores, the nutty vitality of the place.

A lot of those nuts readily to be found right on the streets, if you don’t mind sorting through the stuff they’re embedded in. Kernels of corn too, I bet.

True confession: first West Coast tour time the band did way back in the mid-90s, I myself absolutely LOVED SF. I had a couple of friends there who showed me around some; the three or four Bay Area (one was in Oakland, I believe) shows we did were very well-attended and received, too. Overall, I had a great time there. I still consider it the single most beautiful city I ever did see, although I was quite surprised to find so many of the people I encountered to be stiff, prickly, standoffish assholes—this, at a time when I’d been living in New York City for several years already, supposedly the world’s capital of Rude. Not so, folks; SF was WAAAAY worse, to my great shock and disappointment.

But this is no little “cable cars climbing halfway to the stars” view of the city. People who have lived here for a long time can see clearly what’s wrong with the city. But it’s San Francisco. It’s like a romance gone awry. It’s complicated.

No, it isn’t; much as you might like to think it to be, it really, really isn’t. It’s liberal governance, producing the exact same results it does any and everywhere it’s tried.

To cope with these problems, the citizens have continued to elect weak city governments, all built on compromise and deals with competing pressure groups. At City Hall everybody is responsible for everything and nobody is responsible for anything.

Another perfectly-typical, Mark-1 Mod-0 hallmark trait of liberal governance, which is never anythink like as weak as it needs to be.

To make a complex problem worse, the city has so many rules and regulations that it has become nearly impossible to build anything.

Ahem. Typical. Hallmark. Etc. Problem NOT complex. Problem very, very simple. It’s beginning to seem jaw-droppingly incredible to me that even this poor schlub can remain oblivious to it. But now we get to the truly pitiful part.

The Washington Post is right. It’s too too. So why do we loyalists stay? Why don’t we cash out, sell our modest homes for a million bucks and buy a mansion in Broken Bow, Neb.?

It’s the people you find here. People like Fran Martin and Anne Seeman and their neighbors, who turned a neglected eyesore in an out-of-the-way neighborhood into a 6-block-long showplace called the Visitacion Valley Greenway. People like Nancy Windesheim and Joan Carson, who headed an effort to repair and landscape a one-block section of Esmeralda Avenue in Bernal Heights and turn it into a small treasure, complete with a children’s slide.

OOOOH, A SLIDE? Woooo-weee, that there’s some high-class living right there, you betcher. Why, out here in Benighted Ign’ernt Knuckledragger Hell, you only ever come across one of them thar fancy slidey-board thingies at, oh, EVERY FUCKING SCHOOL, PARK, AND PUBLIC PLAYGROUND YOU HAPPEN PAST. Usually more than just one of ’em, actually. Yes, such things are a good bit less rare than hen’s teeth to us hicks from the sticks. Only ’round these parts, you don’t have to worry about the big, steaming pile of fresh-cranked wino turd you’ll find yourself deposited face-first in at the end of the ride. That would seem to be a feature exclusive to these urban liberal utopias the poor souls trapped therein tell themselves we’re all so very envious of.

There are other people with smaller visions who built community gardens all over the city; the neighbors who put in a kids’ swing just off San Jose Avenue.

Waitwaitwaitwait: do you seriously mean to tell me that in addition to a slide, SF also boasts A SWINGSET TOO BESIDES? I can’t believe it. I WON’T believe it.

Many of these people are not native San Franciscans pining for the good old days and complaining about how the city has gone to the dogs, dammit.

They moved here because they saw something special in this place. They did a lot of work to make San Francisco better. Not just talk. Hard work.

And in return, got the same payoff doled out by liberal governance everywhere, every time: a stinking bag of shit. Just remember folks: what they’ve done for SF, they can damned sure do for you too. And fully intend to, whether you like it or not.

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Dead cities

Kiled by the Wrecker Left.

For one thing, so much of the president’s admittedly rough-hewn language has been purposely distorted and taken out of context by a news media desperate to prove every Republican racist. It’s an open question, therefore, whether it’s Trump or CNN who is at fault for the bad ambience around here.

No it isn’t. It’s Klavan still bitterly clinging to his fading NeverTrumpism, so I’ll let him slide this time. Nonetheless, CNN is lying, so the fault is entirely theirs. “Rough-hewn language” and flat-out, purposeful dishonesty are quite different things, neither congruent nor comparable. One is impolite, the other is…well, lying.

But laying that aside, West is essentially saying that Trump’s indifference to left-wing academic standards of racial sensitivity is more important than what he has actually accomplished for actual human beings.

Typical Leftard: his interest isn’t in accomplishing a damned thing for actual human beings; his interest is in controlling them.

Congressman Al Green of Texas says the same: “The president can be impeached for his racism and his bigotry.”

No, he can’t, neither of those things being either a high crime or misdemeanor, you muttonhead.

“Unfortunately, however, he is a beneficial bigot. Meaning he benefits a good many people and I, unfortunately, have to tell you I’m so saddened when I see people who have built their reputations fighting bigotry allowing this to persist to the extent that it has.”

Reminder regarding the boldfaced passage: The Democrat-Socialists are opposed to this. Which is way more “saddening” than whatever this backasswards doofus is wetting his panties over.

Run that around in your aching head a moment. The president is a “beneficial bigot” because his policies help “a good many people.” Is that the same as his being a not-bigot who simply doesn’t kowtow to the politically correct speech codes the left has imposed on us to keep us from criticizing their awful policies?

Because if you want to get a load of some non-beneficial non-bigotry all you have to do is visit one of America’s left-wing cities. “Rats at the police station, filth on L.A. streets — scenes from the collapse of a city that’s lost control,” reads a headline in the Los Angeles Times. The filth has gotten so bad in my town, officials are worried about the spread of flea-borne typhus and rodent-carried bubonic plague — that’s the Black Death that once wiped out a third of Europe, just so you know.

The local news station in Seattle — where left-wing governance has brought about the same sorry Angelino state of affairs — is running an hour-long documentary called “Is Seattle Dying?” and yes, it is. Nancy Pelosi’s San Francisco likewise. And in Chicago, after a single weekend in which over 50 people were shot, Jussie Smollett is now the only person in the city who hasn’t been attacked.

Heh. See, that last line is why I’m willing to cut Klavan some slack now and then.

The left spends an awful lot of energy trying to get conservatives to shut up. Political correctness, deplatforming, demonetizing, blacklisting, outrage mobs, boycotts — all dedicated to making sure that they alone get to do the talking.

But you know what? The right doesn’t even need words to make the point anymore. Just go to the Democrat-governed cities. Look out the window. Walk the streets.

Everything the left talks about is meaningless. Everything they touch turns to crap.

Sure enough. All the more reason, then, to make damned sure they ain’t allowed to touch anything important, valuable, or breakable. Schlichter gets down to the case in California:

California has morphed from paradise into a garbage state run by garbage people for their own garbage benefit and amusement. The “garbage” part is literal – once the Sierra Nevada mountains symbolized the state; now, towering heaps of trash and human waste do. Welcome to what the Democrats want for all of America. Just watch your step. Literally.

If it were not for the climate, something the liberals in charge of my state have nothing to do with as much as they think they do, it would likely be a nearly empty desert once again. But the sun shines, the beach beckons and the palm trees sway over a population of morons who keep electing proggy fascists to run the place. Which they are doing, right into the ground.

Where once people flocked to make their dreams come true, you now pay multiples more for a U-Haul heading out than heading in. The great California middle class, made up of the Normal people whose hard work and ingenuity made it the Golden State (even though Hollywood types got the publicity), is fleeing to places where they can afford to live, and where the government doesn’t hate them. 

LA, SF, Detroit, NYC, Chicago: what the Democrat-Socialists have done for those nightmare urban blightscapes, they can do for your town too—and unless you stop them, they most certainly will. As Kurt says:

California will continue to circle the drain, and barring revolution – a real one, with all the attendant bad stuff for the ruling class – there’s no coming out of it. They’re dining on zebras in the Caracas zoo and yet the socialist revolution marches on. California is no different; it’s just a decade behind the Venezuelan vanguard.

It’s doomed. And what’s important to understand is that the liberal elite wants the same thing for the rest of America. To our ruling class, California is not a cautionary example. It’s the goal for our whole country.

Are you going to let that happen? 

A better way of putting it might be: how far are you willing to go to stop them?

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The last great act of defiance?

Time to take the gloves off.

For more than half a century, as leftist judges have preempted or nullified our efforts to govern ourselves, conservatives have staked much on the appointment of judges who would follow the law rather than legislating or administering from the bench. And indeed, the number of such judges has been growing for a generation.

But since the 2016 election, it has become clear that merely appointing good judges cannot stop what the bad ones are doing, as leftist federal judges continue to strike down one after the other of the Trump Administration’s initiatives, as well as conservative state laws.

Even if a majority of the Supreme Court were to overrule every district court judge’s usurpation once an appropriate case reached it, leftist judges would still be a major brake on one side of American public life. Until conservatives somehow stop this judicial malpractice, all the work they do to elect whomever, to pass whatever laws, to appoint more good judges, is guaranteed to be undone by some bad judge putting his seal on some leftist group’s brief.

Nor can honest, nonactivist judges provide a counterweight on the other side of political conflict. If conservative judges were the mirror image of leftist ones, there would be a cadre of them ready to invalidate the next leftist president’s every move, as well as every law and practice of California’s and other blue states’ governments. But there is not such a cohort in waiting.

Defying the reach of a federal court ruling—even one of the Supreme Court’s, never mind that of a district court—is within everyone’s power. Alexander Hamilton had made that point in Federalist 78: the judiciary’s fundamental power is neither more nor less than the power to persuade. You may be otherwise persuaded. Hamilton is clear that there is no constitutional duty to obey the courts—certainly not on policy.

Andrew Jackson applied that principle even to the Supreme Court’s decision in the specific case of the Bank of the United States in 1832: “John Marshall has made his decision; now let him enforce it!” There is no constitutional reason why any president, or governor, should forbear from carrying out a law or an executive decision just because a federal district judge’s opinion is that it violates some standard, The president or governor has his own opinion. In the final analysis, all depends on executive power, which, in turn, depends on popular support.

Kinda goes hand-in-hand with my proposition that, should the Democrat-Socialists ever be allowed to election-fraud another of theirs into the Oval Office, the correct Republican response would be to make sure that Xhe/Xhim/Whatever would face every jot and tittle of #Resistance that Trump has endured, plus a BUNCH. Alas, it ain’t gonna happen, I don’t think, any more than Codevilla’s worthy suggestion above will. Still, though, the fact remains:

Ace, of AOSHQ. has bruited the concept of The Great Divorce, that is, that the eventual upshot of the current massive divisions in America will be a near complete separation, even legally and physicially, between the urban Democrat hordes, and the rest of America and Americans.

In this scenario, the only real question is whether that separation will be accomplished peacefully, or with varying levels of violence.

I tend to think there is considerable validity to the scenario, because of the uber-narratives that dominate both sides. On the right – read “America as we knew it, and still know it in many places,” – that narrative boils down to “We just want you to leave us alone to live our lives as we wish.” On the left, the other side of that coin is embraced as religious scripture – “We want to control every aspect of your lives for your, and our, own good.”

The left, in the bubble-redoubts they believe give them control of what they also believe are “the commanding heights of the culture” – media, the educracy, majoritarian politics, the deep state, the looming corporate state, the GoogleZon technocracy – assume themselves assured of victory. This is, unfortunately for them, a sad misreading the reality, as they will, to their shock, inevitably discover.
 
The resultant mass cognitive dissonance within the left will be devastating, and is one of the principle reasons I don’t think The Great Divorce will be entirely bloodless.

And after that? This, like as not.

Should we blow everything up, just to see how we could fix it?
Don’t be asinine; of course not.
But don’t assume just because something is craptastic in the moment, it’s going to be that way forever.
That’s a four-year-old’s view of time: “everything is about me, right this minute.”
So grow up. And perhaps, take a longer-term view than just right this minute, or even until the day after tomorrow.

Don’t take my word for it. Because while no one I know would like to go live at Florence and Normandie nearly 30 years after the L.A. riots, you won’t find anyone in Normandy, France bitching too hard about the war that landed on their shores 75 years ago this coming Thursday. Go there and ask if you don’t believe me.

Ask 100 people which world they’d rather live in:
One populated entirely by rifle-toting, bible-clinging rednecks having a barbeque.
Or one populated by Emo Antifa twinks and purple-haired lesbian land whales all shrieking and moaning about how evil white mankind is, and the contest is over in five seconds.

A conflict here is almost certainly an extinction-level event for the left, for generations yet unborn.
(Whereas their victory would be the continued genocide of the unborn.
So don’t try to pretend there’s any moral equivalency between baby killers, and those who’d rather kill baby killers.)

Tell me again why we don’t just open the ball first, and prosecute that whole party now, to the hilt.

We’re already the merest momentary pause from that question becoming purely academic, and the discussion getting overtaken by events as it is.

Let the dog catch the car.
Then watch what happens to him once he’s got it, and doesn’t know what to do next, with a mouthful of bumper.

I repeat: the Leftwits now openly advocating schism, war, and genocide should be very careful what they wish for, lest they get it—good and hard, and for all time. Go ye and read the rest of it, if only for the great Mark Twain quote at the end.

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School daze

Edjumacashun in da hood, with readin’, writin’, and ‘rithmatic nowhere in sight.

In the Atlanta area in the late ’80s, there was an oversupply of teachers competing for positions in the metro area, especially in the “better” school systems. People with advanced degrees were competing with tenured teachers for the best positions available, which left me to choose from whatever was available.

I finally got an interview with Atlanta Public Schools, which had its headquarters downtown. The interviewer seemed very pleased to have a young, white Emory applicant in her office, so the interview was just a formality. She explained apologetically that there were currently no positions in the “posh” Buckhead schools (the only schools with any measurable white population), but she assured me she would place me in a “good” school.

In the end, I taught a total of two-and-a-half years in two different schools before I walked out in the middle of my third year, giving up on the “tenure” that would have been mine had I finished the year.

I couldn’t make it. Not even another day. In fact, the day after I quit, I went to spend a nice, restful week in one of Atlanta’s premier facilities: the psych ward at Peachford Hospital.

What put me there, you ask?

Spending nearly three years trying in vain to educate (or even control) uncivilized, unintelligent, impulsive, violent, illiterate five- to ten-year-olds, all the while being told that “Every Child CAN Learn,” and that any failure to do so is the fault of incompetent teachers.

During this time, I had suffered through several “evaluations” by my principals, where every little detail of my lessons were critiqued, and every disruptive or off-task act by my students counted as a “lost point” on my overall score.

If I objected, the principal would point to the new teacher next door and say, “Well, Mrs. Hudson is new, and she can control her class.”

Of course, I couldn’t point out that Mrs. Hudson is a 40-year-old, six-foot-tall, three-hundred pound black woman who terrifies me, let alone her students. That would be “racist.” So I persisted in my Sisyphean efforts for months and months, until my psyche just gave out.

The last straw was the day a kindergartner in the class next door brought crack cocaine to school for show-and-tell. He said he found it “under daddy’s mattress.” His teacher poked her head into my class and asked me to keep an eye on her children while she ran the boy up to the office. They called the father and told him to take his child home for the day; no one called child services or the police, for fear the man would get in trouble.

Leaving public school was probably the best thing I ever did, because cognitive dissonance will eventually resolve itself into either all-out psychosis, or an awakening into reality. I emerged a race realist.

Lest you think Atlanta is some sort of special case, back in the 80s my brother’s wife did her fresh-out-of-college nugget tour in the Charlotte-Mecklenburg school system. Less than a year later she emerged shellshocked and wild-eyed, with the exact same kind of horror-stories to tell as the above author. She damned near gave up on teaching altogether, in fact, despite it having been her sole ambition for most of her life.

Read all of this one, if you can bear to. The origins of almost all our present-day problems can be traced right to the government schools and the mess the Left has been allowed to make of them. If we hope to get a handle on those problems, the solution can only begin with taking them back. As Mrs Jennings concludes: “At this point, only politically incorrect solutions can save our country.” Pretty much, yeah. But then that’s only logical, since it was political correctness that wrecked it in the first place.

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London crawling

Into shithole status.

“London is a shithole.”

My words to Sky News in January of 2018, when host Gamal Fahnbulleh attempted to shame me on national television for supporting President Donald Trump in his alleged statement about “shithole countries.”

Well, I didn’t actually say “London is a shithole,” I said “London’s turning into a shithole under Sadiq Khan.”

Actor John Cleese – best known for Monty Python and Fawtly Towers – appears to agree with me.

Yeah, he never said “shithole,” but I reckon he meant it.

He tweeted on Thursday: “Some years ago I opined that London was not really an English city any more. Since then, virtually all my friends from abroad have confirmed my observation. So there must be some truth in it… I note also that London was the UK city that voted most strongly to remain in the EU.”

So let us take their points at face value: Cleese and Khan are arguing about London’s culture. It doesn’t take decades of research to recognize what has taken place there due to multiculturalism.

Firstly, crime is at an all time high in London. Gun crime, knife crime, robbery, violent crime in general, rape, burglary, you name it. Is this is a symptom of culture? Certainly. Is it a symptom of imported cultures? Also yes. These increases aren’t predominantly occurring in Greenwich, or Richmond, or Mayfair. They’re happening in what Khan would call London’s most “diverse” neighborhoods (which actually aren’t “diverse” at all – they’re dominated by one or two racial, ethnic, or religious groups).

Nor are the travails of London somehow inculcated within genetic or racial distinctions. Much as Islam’s culture emanates from the Quran and the hadiths, most of London’s problems hail from the cultures people are encouraged by state sponsored multiculturalism to bring with them to Britain.

This isn’t to say London has a plethora of “no go zones” (also the name of my first book, since you’re in a ‘Buy Raheem’ mood). But it is somewhere without one distinct identity anymore, and that is a great shame.

Once identifiable via the British flag, our double-decker red buses, our Black Cabs, our red phone boxes, and our bowler-hatted, bumbershoot carriers, London is now a little of bit of everything and a whole lot of nothing.

Londonistan was lost long ago, and is far too gone now to ever be brought back to anything like its former glory. Traditional Englishters in “Greenwich, or Richmond, or Mayfair” better damned well hope they can find a way to forestall such for themselves, lest they wake up to find London’s self-inflicted, slow-motion suicide occurring in their own environs. Kassam’s closer is priceless:

Maybe some people prefer it that way. An “ever evolving metropolis” that stands absent foundation and blows with the wind.

Okay. If that’s what you want just say so. But don’t blame Cleese and others for pointing out the nation’s capital is unrecognizable from 20 or 30 years ago. Just admit you like shitholes. That’s all.

Heh. Well, they DO, actually. I mean, they must; they seem to create them wherever they go, in every urban metropolis all over the world.

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Most righteous walkout

Boss move.

When Trump tries to engineer a revamped trade deal with Mexico and Canada, he knows that each side will negotiate to achieve its respective goals. Once the deal is signed by all parties, the inference is that everyone sees a path to achieving many or at least some of those respective goals. Going forward, each side has motivation to cooperate productively. Certainly there will be disappointments on some or all sides that certain hoped-for goals will not be achieved, but they will proceed to obtain at least the meaningful benefits for which they successfully have bargained.

By contrast, when dealing with Democrats driven by an insane desire to impeach Trump or “at least” to destroy him personally — to ferret through his personal taxes, to go after his family and associates, to concoct one hoax after another aimed at bringing down his very reputation and raising preposterous specters regarding treasonous collusion with enemies or engaging in “cover-ups” — there is no point in his proceeding with them. No matter what is agreed, they ultimately will sabotage him and the agreement. For example, if an infrastructure agreement is reached, and subsequent polls reflect that voters are pleased with the results and credit the President for moving that infrastructure agenda forward, then Democrats will turn around mid-way and sabotage the agreements. Any person who ever has been in a real world situation like this in the private sphere has seen this done.

President Trump is not facing “Congressional Oversight.” Rather, he is enduring Congressional Torture. He was investigated for two years by a high-powered, unrestrained team of prosecutor sharks thirsting for blood, with an unlimited budget to feed their every whim, and they came up with nothing. In a reasonable world, that would be the end of the collusion fantasy. You hit him with your best shot — like the mental case who recently kickedArnold Schwarzenegger in the back — and you accomplished nothing. That investigation was a colossal waste — of time, of money, of national civility — and there is no further oversight needed on that front. So this is not about “Congressional Oversight.”

From Day One, Maxine Waters has been chanting “Impeach 45!” Now that she incomprehensibly sits as the chair of the House Banking Committee, with a gang of confederates alongside her including Rashida Tlaib, Ocasio-Cortez, and Al Impeachment Green, she gets to move forward on trying to drive Trump out of office. So it is with every other House committee. They are not doing “oversight,” and they are not accomplishing anything. Rather, they are on a vendetta against a guy who did not wrong any of them. He certainly cannot work with such people.

With an economy blazing, yet with inflation modest, the “wisdom of the American People” proved itself once again in 2018 to be a Henny Youngman joke: an old, old, quick one-liner. Instead of allowing the Trump Administration to carry its program to conclusion, the voters spiked the tires and jammed the cylinders. They gave the Democrats a majority in one chamber, electing a maniacal House that has no agenda but to destroy Trump.

The Demonrats aren’t entirely stupid at that: they figure if they can hinder, smear, and hamstring Trump badly enough, the crippling ineffectualness they themselves inflicted on him can then be used as a weapon against him in 2020. Thus can the Swamp status quo ante be restored, its Deep State support systems preserved, and the ruling PTB regain their eternal throne. As a bonus, future pretenders to it will have been taught a valuable cautionary lesson: don’t fuck with us, at your own peril.

As detestable, swinishly corrupt, and seemingly intractable as the whole DC circle jerk is, no one should ever expect any different from its enthusiastically parasitic participants. The truly depressing part is where the blame for the Democrat-Socialists’ incomprehensible 2018 resurrection must be placed:

It is the most amazing thing to watch. Iran is enriching uranium. North Korea is rumbling. China is strong-arming us economically, waiting to see who blinks first. Yet in Washington all House Democrat majority eyes are fixated on getting Trump’s taxes. The 2020 Presidential campaign already has begun. Debates are around the corner. Primaries soon thereafter. All focus is moving to 2020, with the Democrat House having accomplished nothing and on a collision course to produce nothing but more subpoenas.

If this is what American “swing voters” want, then they may revel in their “wisdom.” They had a situation that was almost too good to be true. Obama mockingly had sneered that it would take a “magic wand” to achieve such results. Yet the maniacal Democrat House has stopped all progress. In an environment of Congressional abuse, the frenzied Democrats are like a rabid dog unable to focus on anything other than chasing its tail. Healthcare coverage is not being improved. Infrastructure will not be addressed. Forget about fixing the border emergency.

Meanwhile, the Chinese, North Koreans, Iranians, Russians, even the Europeans and others, cannot be blamed for thumbing their noses at the United States as they watch an American government in paralysis while utter fools issue subpoenas and demand a man’s back taxes that have absolutely no bearing on his job performance as President since January 2017. The world’s most evil dictatorships — the ones that threaten us globally, militarily, economically — have absolutely no reason to be responsive to a Trump Administration that they see handcuffed within, in peril of being ousted in eighteen months. These dictators know that they themselves will remain in power, will face no such nonsense from within, and can wait out the worst flaws in American democracy as they almost always do. This is the mess created by the “wisdom of the American people.”

I’m just fine with American liberal stupes getting the government they want—good and hard, as much of it as they can stomach, force-fed them until they puke on it. What I don’t like is saner, more intelligent folks having it crammed down their throats into the bargain.

The 2018 elections were exactly what I said they were at the time: a no-shit, full-on disaster. It’s surely one that will be costing us all for a long time, in all kinds of ways. Maybe this time we’ll learn.

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Putting things right

Another encouraging example of fighting back instead of sitting back congratulating each other for “taking the high road,” while the Left steamrolls right over you.

Since the papacy of Francis, it seems there is not a month that passes without the Pope embarrassing himself or the entire church with his behavior or words. The Methodists decided to give him a break this winter and contributed to headlines across America. The United Methodist Church decided to not bend the rules of God by officiating same-sex marriages nor allowing openly LGBT clergy. This has set the UMC on a path towards schism. More importantly, it showed an effective coordination campaign by a traditionalist branch within an organization.

Before defending the traditionalists, it is honest to point out that they have allowed female clergy since the late ’60s. The church has suffered from the same weaknesses other mainline Protestant churches have exhibited. This goes back to two major mistakes. The first was a generation ago when the church decided to engage in what it called ‘openness’. This was inclusion before it was called inclusion and a liberal mindset. Cynics would argue that it was a ploy to fill the pews. Degenerates do not go to church unless they have hit rock bottom or are forced to in jail. This turned off traditionalists and allowed some reverends to engage in very liberal sermons and behaviors in their parishes.

The second mistake was having little control over their seminaries. Like virtually all Western institutions, the key was the training of future church leaders. There is where the liberals took hold and pumped out more liberal and progressive reverends. Few seminaries stuck to the Wesleyan model of a traditionalist view of religion and the faith. The majority decided to offer classes on Islam, produce atheists who were reverends for the attention and even churned out students who left the seminary to convert to Judaism.

This created an atmosphere where the shepherds moved left while the laymen wondered what was happening. The UMC is set up centralized like the Catholic church where bishops assign reverends to parishes. If a node was filled by a progressive bishop, he would fill parishes with dandy reverends. The buzzcut lady reverend found its way into the minds of Methodists with this infiltration. This made council votes tougher too as the progressive bloc could count on their ideological solidarity for votes. This was their mistake.

The vote held this winter was about sticking to God’s word or making the big announcement to the world that the UMC was a good, progressive church like those Episcopalians and Unitarians that have beautiful yet empty churches. Heading into the vote, the trad faction did not think things would go well, and many had set the issue of LGBT inclusion as their red line for leaving. Trads talked about leaving for 2020 in the event that they lost the vote.

Then the trads started talking differently. The internet was their friend, and they started to focus on nominating council attendees that they knew would vote for the traditionalist plan. Rather than nominate attendees as nice guys or even learned theologians, they decided to push for their side. They knew the progressive wing did it, so why not return the favor.

This worked incredibly well, and supposedly at the council vote, the moment the American trads started voting one after another for the traditionalist plan, the progressives screamed that something was up. No one cared because this is what progressives have always done. These were American trads because the foreign Methodists voted for the traditionalist plan by a 70-30 margin.

The foreign vote revealed something else. First, that the foreign wing of the church is more of the book. The next revelation was that the American church has presentation crews to discuss what a vote was about, and when different foreign reverends compared notes they noticed that the story told by progressive presentations did not match the the presentations of moderate and trad crews. As foreign reverends listened on, their response was, “What did you preach to us decades ago“?

The trads won with a 53%-47% vote thanks for the foreign contingent, but this was not the whole story. There were foreign attendees who could not make it in time to vote, which would have pushed the margin wider. Some suspect neutral presentations would have pushed the trad plan to a wider margin. Some suspected this enough that in the future there will be balanced crews to make sure voting issues are explained as they are, not as progressives wish them to be.

The more important piece to the vote is that the trads did not just win a vote and relax. They made changes to secure their victory. They made changes to prevent the skinsuiting of their church. Why let the progressives win, kill the church, and then parade around in its trappings like the zombie churches of mainline Protestanism. These changes also help the trads out in the event there is no schism, and in the future, they get outvoted by the progressives.

Lots of detail and analysis here, all of it encouraging. The UMC has indeed been tugged far, far to the Left, horrifyingly so. I myself watched it happen; the UMC was my family’s church throughout my childhood, and its unwelcome loss of way was a topic of dismayed discussion at many a Sunday family lunch right after church. I’m still a member there, as are the remaining members of my dwindling family. But it’s been years since I attended for anything other than weddings, funerals, and such-like.

But I’ve always felt the deep pull of my church, and still do. I’m glad and grateful for its influence on me in my youth, an influence I was barely aware of during my snotty atheist/agnostic phase during and right after college. I gradually grew out of that fairly typical adolescent folly, and even though I’m still not a regular attendee—I’ve been doing some exploration of Catholicism of late, a long-time fascination of mine, and have attended Friday vespers at Belmont Abbey a good few times—I’ve found reason (or manufactured it) to sort of hang out on church grounds and wander through the place when I get a minute.

Even during my questioning, skeptical college days an interest in and curiosity about religion stuck with me. I actually went so far as to take Comparative Religion for two semesters, a course entirely worthless to my meandering…umm, well, I’ll generously give myself a break and call my course of study “eclectic,” and leave just it at that. I LOVED those classes; I’m pretty sure out of all the textbooks eventually sold or thrown away, I still have those tucked away in a box somewhere.

When the ex and I were casting about for a preschool/kindergarten program to put Madeleine into a few years back, I surprised myself at how happy it made me to get her enrolled in the one at my old church. The ex was distinctly resistant to having MJ attend a church-run program, being a rock-ribbed, dedicated nonbeliever herself. I talked her into it in the end, and on Madeleine’s first day I walked her through the halls of the old basement, where my mom had worked for years as church secretary and my brother and I would run and roam after school. I put my daughter onto the same swing-set I had played on myself when I was her age, then we were off to class to learn that the whole thing was run by a couple of people I had known throughout my youth but hadn’t set eyes on since high school. It was…well, honestly, it was VERY cool.

Enough of all that. I’m very glad to find my dear old church finally trying to climb out of the wretched hole its liberal leadership entombed it in—a redirection long overdue, the one hope for rescuing it from the path of corruption, irrelevance, and decay. I don’t doubt that my dad, aunts, uncles, and kin are smiling down from Heaven to see it.

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Forecast: dire

Aesop examines the Coming Unpleasantness.

The entire point of law is that it be fixed and reliable for all.
Without that, when it’s random and capricious, it’s worse than no law at all.

If there aren’t indictments, trials, and convictions over what’s gone on, I can tell you what I do have faith will happen: there’s going to be war.

Not a tantrum, or a disturbance, or a riot, or even some low-intensity nonsense.
It’s going to be a full batshit war. It will come in its own time. Maybe slow unfolding, maybe all at once. But come it will.

People are going to start looking for an excuse, any excuse, and then they’re going to find one, and hunting season will be open. And once it starts, it’s going to spiral out of control, like things do, and one side or the other will become extinct before it’s over.

The social construct in this country is that every two to four years, we have peaceful revolutions at the ballot box.

Now one side doesn’t want to play by that any more, and has spent two years subverting every branch of government to support a slow coup against an elected president. Either we nip that nonsense in the bud, and people responsible pay with their lives spent in prison for a decade or two, or we’re going to start getting governments by hard coup, with all the trimmings, and we’ve seen how that’s played out, from Russia in 1917 to Venezuela yesterday.

I suspect a lot of other societal dysfunction is going to get a blowtorch up its tailpipe as part of the show.

The prospect of such times frankly scares the hell out of me, but not as much as the prospect of sitting on my hands and watching the crooked communists in power march ever onward, and plant 100M of their friends and neighbors in mass graves.

Because that’s where we are headed if nothing happens, and no one cares.

Agreed, completely. It’s a horrifying prospect to be sure…all the more so because the alternative scenario is even worse. But there yet remains a glimmer of hope for avoiding such a catastrophe, which can be taken from the most edifying spectacle of nefarious Shadow Government cockroaches scurrying in sheer, mad panic:

Note well: none of the leveraged targets of Robert Mueller turned state’s evidence to accuse Donald Trump of “collusion,” the object of the special counsel’s investigation, although to have done so would have mightily helped their cause and given them John Dean iconic status among leftists. In contrast, we have scarcely begun to investigate wrongdoing at the intelligence and justice departments and already the suspects are fingering each other.

James Clapper, John Brennan, and James Comey are now all accusing one another of being culpable for inserting the unverified dossier, the font of the effort to destroy Trump, into a presidential intelligence assessment—as if suddenly and mysteriously the prior seeding of the Steele dossier is now seen as a bad thing. And how did the dossier transmogrify from being passed around the Obama Administration as a supposedly top-secret and devastating condemnation of candidate and then president-elect Trump to a rank embarrassment of ridiculous stories and fibs?

Given the narratives of the last three years, and the protestations that the dossier was accurate or at least was not proven to be unproven, why are these former officials arguing at all? Did not implanting the dossier into the presidential briefing give it the necessary imprimatur that allowed the serial leaks to the press at least to be passed on to the public and thereby apprise the people of the existential danger that they faced?

These are rhetorical questions because we know the answers: our top officials at the DOJ, CIA, FBI, and NSC, as well as James Clapper as director of national intelligence, likely broke federal law, betrayed their agencies, and in general acted in an abjectly unethical manner on the premises that 1) Hillary Clinton would be the next president and their behavior would be rewarded; and 2) in the aftermath of her defeat and after Trump became president, that Trump could either be removed or so discredited that their own prior illegality would either never come to light or would be contextualized as noble resistance.

Until election night, they seemed to have been correct in their assumptions.

No longer are Brennan, Clapper, Comey, and McCabe along with a host of others insisting that they acted nobly. No longer are they in solidarity in their defiant opposition to Donald Trump.

Now, for the first time, they are pointing fingers at one another, because they have come to realize that their prior criminality may not be rewarded, praised, or even excused, but rather prosecuted.

As of today we can add another Ogabe-appointed malefactor, Loretta Lynch, to that steadily-lengthening list of alarmed cockroaches. Even Mueller himself seems a little nervous:

Special counsel Robert Mueller is reluctant to publicly testify about his report on Russian interference in the 2016 presidential election because he does not want to become part of a political firestorm.

CNN reported on Tuesday that Mueller and his team are worried about the political environment that he would be stepping into if he agreed to testify publicly before the House Judiciary Committee.

Oh, I just bet so…seeing as how said “political environment” amounts to an abrupt turning of the tables on the coup-conspirators and their cat’s paw Mueller. Secure for so long in their comfortable assumption of perpetual impunity, they never saw ANY of this coming. And they’re absolutely hating every minute of it. Cockroaches never enjoy having the spotlight turned on them, see.

As I keep saying: patience, people. The investigation is only beginning, and the process won’t be quick. It’s entirely possible, too, that Aesop’s worry about some sort of whitewash will turn out to be justified. But the way the seditious Deep State blaggards are turning on each other so readily at this early stage of the game ought to tell us all something about what their own expectations as to where all this is headed might be. Hopefully, they’ll turn out to be right for once.

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A wrong, righted

The first of many, it is to be hoped.

Only once before, 18 years ago, had I received a telephone call from an incumbent president of the United States, prior to Monday of last week, and I had not spoken to the current president since he took office. When my assistant said there was a call from the White House, I picked up, said “Hello” and started to ask if this was a prank, (suspecting my friends in the British tabloid media), but the caller spoke politely over me: “Please hold for the president,” and two seconds later probably the best known voice in the world said “Is that the great Lord Black?” I said “Mr. President, you do me great honor telephoning me.”

He could not have been more gracious and quickly got to his point, that he was granting me a full pardon, that would “Expunge the bad wrap you got.” He had followed the case closely and offered to come to give evidence at my trial in Chicago in 2007 on one of the counts that was later an acquittal. He said that there would be some controversy, “But you can handle that better than anyone.” I asked “Do you authorize me to say that your motivation is that it was an unjust verdict?” He checked with the White House counsel, Pat Cipollone, who was in the room, if this would be a problem legally, and was told and affirmed to me that I could say that was his motive and that he was reversing an unjust verdict. “We’ve known each other a long time, but that wasn’t any part of the reason. Nor was any of the supportive things you’ve said and written about me.” I suggested that he knew ”better than anyone” the antics of some U.S. prosecutors. (I had had Robert Mueller as director of the FBI, which we caught installing illegal bugging devices in our home in New York and in many falsehoods; James Comey as deputy attorney general, and Patrick Fitzgerald, now Comey’s counsel, as U.S. attorney in Chicago. They were all, as my distinguished caller on Monday has described Comey, “bad cops.”) We moved briefly on to generalities, greetings to wives, I thanked him for his call and again for the purpose of his call, and the conversation ended.

It was never anything but a confluence of unlucky events, the belligerence of several corporate governance charlatans, and grandstanding local and American judges, all fanned by an unusually frenzied international media showing exceptional interest in the case because I was a media owner. The rock-slide began in 2003 when it came to light that some payments from our American to our Canadian company and to certain executives, including me, though fully revealed in public filings, had not been fully authorized.

Of course, the damage was already done.

As the controversy continued, Local Toronto judges and the Ontario Securities Commission prevented us from running the company, where there was no accounting fraud, hard profitable assets, and $2 billion of shareholder equity, all of which was squandered in poor administration and greedily consumed by court-appointed or sanctioned lawyers and accountants and the relentless intrusions of regulators seeking headlines and not the shareholders’ interest.

The vaporization of two billion dollars of shareholder value affected tens of thousands of families in all parts of Canada and the United States. With aching slowness the case against me disintegrated. Of the 17 counts in 2005, four, including money-laundering and perjury, were abandoned. Nine others were acquittals by a prodigiously un-Solomonic jury, many of whom slept through the proceedings.

On May 7, 2012, I went directly from Miami Federal Prison to the airport and onto a chartered plane and returned to my home in Toronto after an absence of five years. It was seven years less a day after that that President Trump called me. I am now, at last, officially not guilty even in the conviction-mad United States. None of this would have been the subject of a criminal case in any other serious jurisdiction. It was for this fiction that I spent three years and two weeks in prisons and endured significant official persecution in Canada, and the great companies my associates and I built over more than thirty years were torn down, driven into bankruptcy and destroyed, while the trans-border corporate governance hypocrites stuffed a third of a billion dollars into their pockets in ill-gotten professional fees.

I did have the satisfaction of winning the greatest libel settlement in Canadian history ($5 million) from the egregious Richard Breeden, former chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission, and the other authors of the infamous special committee report of 2004, which really poured gasoline on the fire and ignited the criminal charges. The American criminal justice system is frequently and largely evil; I was convicted for attempted obstruction of injustice. It was never anything but a smear job.

Three years in prison; a multi-billion dollar business destroyed, its who-even-knows-how-many employees thrown out of work; a rightfully-earned personal fortune zeroed out; years and years of hassle, humiliation, anxiety, and surreal, slow-mo destruction. Over a decade and a half of abuse while Grond crawled relentlessly on, shredding everything and everyone caught up in its ravenous maw into bloody pulp.

After having been so ruinously tormented—personally and professionally bled white—at its gratuitous instigation, I’d say Conrad Black is being entirely too generous when he says the American “justice” system is only “frequently and largely evil.” It is WHOLLY so—distorted, dysfunctional, and perverse through and through, incapable of rendering true justice except by accident or happenstance.

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State religion

Hey, anybody remember that whole “establishment of religion” thing, formerly one of the most fearsome of the Left’s many bugaboos? “No prayer in schools,” a “wall of separation between church and state” that simply HAD to be iron-clad and inviolable?

Nah, me neither.

A religious liberty advocacy group is threatening to slap a Seattle-area school district with a lawsuit claiming the district has urged teachers to bless Muslim students in Arabic during the holy month of Ramadan and give them preferential treatment, including skipping tests.

The Freedom of Conscience Defense Fund (FCDF) claims the Dieringer School District is officially endorsing Islam and is following a script by the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR) that urges schools to make special accommodations for Muslim students and to wish them “Ramadan Mubarak,” which means “Happy Ramadan,” or “Ramadan Kareem,” which means “Have a generous Ramadan.”

The CAIR guidelines also instruct teachers to monitor Muslim students fasting and suggests teachers not schedule any tests on the Islamic holidays of Eid Al-Fitr and Eid Al-Adha.

“By urging teachers to bless Muslim students in Arabic, the district is running roughshod over the First Amendment’s mandate of government neutrality toward religion,” said Daniel Piedra, FCDF’s executive director. “A school district would never order teachers to ‘welcome’ Catholic students during Easter with ‘He is risen, alleluia!’ Singling out Muslim students for special treatment is blatantly unconstitutional.”

The defense fund claims Dieringer Superintendent Judy Martinson blindly followed the recommendations of CAIR and “enacted the letter as official district policy.” The defense fund sent Martinson a letter stating their complaints after a teacher and parent complained about the new procedure.

Did she, or didn’t she? Martinson denies it, flatly saying “The Dieringer School District has not and would not violate the First Amendment by endorsing any religious observations.” Then again:

Fox News also has obtained a March 14 email from Martinson’s official account to district officials including school principals, forwarding a CAIR letter with suggested guidelines for schools.

As you would expect, the terrorist front group’s leader pounced on the opportunity to whine about “Islamophobia” with his usual alacrity.

Ibrahim Hooper, national communications director for CAIR, the nation’s largest Muslim civil rights and advocacy organization, told Fox News the pushback from FCDF was a “sign of the growing Islamophobia in our nation that showing respect for and accommodating the religious traditions of Muslim students could result in punitive legal action.”

Yeah, whatever, go fuck yourself. Here’s another step down the same dark road:

A Philadelphia city commission said Monday it’s investigating an event last month at which Muslim children were captured on video speaking in Arabic about beheadings and the liberation of Jerusalem’s most sensitive holy site.

The Philadelphia Commission on Human Relations launched a probe into the April 17 gathering at the Muslim American Society’s Philadelphia chapter. A video uploaded to the chapter’s Facebook page shows children moving to a revolutionary anthem often used by Islamist groups, and two young girls reading from a prepared text. One says, “We will chop off their heads, and we will liberate the sorrowful and exalted Al-Aqsa Mosque.”

The Muslim American Society took the video down — calling the video “disturbing” and condemning the words used in it — and said a school that rented space in the building was responsible for the program. It said the person in charge of the event had been dismissed.

The society also called the school, which it did not name, a “separate entity.” But old Facebook posts that have since been taken down show that a school called MAS Leaders Academy operates at the Muslim American Society’s Philadelphia location. Muslim American Society officials did not return phone calls and email messages seeking comment Monday on the relationship between the Philadelphia chapter and the school.

Yeah, I just bet they didn’t at that. No one needs to waste any time wondering why the jihadi infiltrators might have picked Philly and Seattle—two overwhelmingly liberal-majority cities—for the latest examples of this gradual, drip-drip-drip insinuation into the very fabric of American life.

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“No viable business model can be developed from this”

Just another epic Fail.

Over the last decade, journalists have held up Germany’s renewables energy transition, the Energiewende, as an environmental model for the world.

With Germany as inspiration, the United Nations and World Bank poured billions into renewables like wind, solar, and hydro in developing nations like Kenya.

But then, last year, Germany was forced to acknowledge that it had to delay its phase-out of coal, and would not meet its 2020 greenhouse gas reduction commitments. It announced plans to bulldoze an ancient church and forest in order to get at the coal underneath it.

“The Energiewende — the biggest political project since reunification — threatens to fail,” write Der Spiegel’s Frank Dohmen, Alexander Jung, Stefan Schultz, Gerald Traufetter in their 5,700-word investigative story.

Over the past five years alone, the Energiewende has cost Germany €32 billion ($36 billion) annually, and opposition to renewables is growing in the German countryside.

“The politicians fear citizen resistance” Der Spiegel reports. “There is hardly a wind energy project that is not fought.”

Meanwhile, the 20-year subsidies granted to wind, solar, and biogas since 2000 will start coming to an end next year. “The wind power boom is over,” Der Spiegel concludes.

All of which raises a question: if renewables can’t cheaply power Germany, one of the richest and most technologically advanced countries in the world, how could a developing nation like Kenya ever expect them to allow it to “leapfrog” fossil fuels?

Many Germans will, like Der Spiegel, claim the renewables transition was merely “botched,” but it wasn’t. The transition to renewables was doomed because modern industrial people, no matter how Romantic they are, do not want to return to pre-modern life.

The reason renewables can’t power modern civilization is because they were never meant to. One interesting question is why anybody ever thought they could.  

Oh, I doubt very much that anyone ever thought they could, least of all the most fervent among the “renewables” advocates. We need to look at the equation the other way ’round: they don’t want to power modern civilization. They want to end it—to turn back the clock to a mythical golden age, before industrialization and modernity, when we all lived in total harmony with nature. Y’know, like the Native Americans did. Like so much of what liberals think they know, this, too, just isn’t so.

Contrary to the hype, solar panels and windmills are old technologies—centuries old, in fact. They were abandoned for a reason; quite a few reasons, actually, foremost among ’em that those old technologies don’t work nearly as well as the more evolved and efficient tech that replaced ’em.

Not that any of it matters a whit to the Luddite Left, natch. They view humans not as a natural part of the biosphere but as a blight upon it—and, if they can’t excise us like the deadly alien cancer we supposedly are, will at least do everything they can to return humanity to a state of helpless primitivism: at the paltry mercy of Ma Nature, rather than coping quite nicely with her implacable ruthlessness.

Good on the German peasantry for resisting. “The politicians” damned well OUGHT to “fear citizen resistance” as far as I’m concerned, and on a whole lot more issues than just this one. For a closer, I just gotta rerun this brilliant George Carlin diatribe one mo’ time ag’in.


If you think that last link just above is something of a non-sequitur, you should review the performance it came from and think again. Ahem. Also: Heh.

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Stick to your guns, Mr President

Hands off Venezuela. Or boots-on-the-ground off, rather.

This is by far the closest to an actual foreign policy crisis that Trump administration has faced yet. It is also the one for which a single misstep could cause total chaos. Naturally, there were prominent (and predictable) voices calling for an intervention. While Maduro is indeed a despotic ruler, we need to think hard before suggesting any further misadventure. Consider the questions one needs to ask before another military intervention, which will inevitably result in a regime change and a civil war.

First, what strategic interests are there for the United States in Venezuela? Venezuela is an oil-rich country, but it is also an economic basket case. There’s no unity in the political class, the military is pretty solidly behind Maduro, and no large-scale defections or popular uprisings are spontaneously happening that look likely to topple Maduro anytime soon. In fact, the regime is propped up by Cuban forces.

Consider the similarity to Iraq immediately post-intervention, and the entire Baathist military and bureaucracy disbanded and pushed underground, fueling insurgency with the support of Iran. In other words, a regime change is a recipe for insurgency and civil war.

Second, what are the intervention plans, and what about mission creep? Would we have an exit strategy and timeframe? There is, so far, no clear coherent plan adopted by the administration, nor is it even possible, because of the reasons mentioned above. Dictators often leave the country and retire with their millions, but that is when they see the situation is hopeless. In this case, the situation isn’t.

The Monroe Doctrine is still active, and America is well within her rights to intervene if any other great power approaches and forms a base that can change the balance of power of the region. But 100 Russian military advisors don’t change the balance of power. It is not the Cuban missile crisis redux, and neither Russia nor China currently has any cross-continental power projection will or capability.

Venezuela is a humanitarian concern, not a strategic concern, a key difference that needs to be considered. It’s easy to sympathize and offer diplomatic support, aid, food, and even weapons. It’s entirely another thing to intervene militarily, and force regime change.

He stands within the cusp of history, of being the first American president in more than a quarter-century to not have started an open-ended and costly so-called humanitarian intervention. He should trust his original electoral instincts and aspire to make that his legacy.

Amen to all that. Let the invade-the-world-invite-the-world types, both civilian and military, gnash their teeth down to nubs over the “missed opportunity” to set up another quicksand-box in their already-oversized playground. Stepping in with anything more than an offer of bargain prices on bulk M4 purchases would be a serious mistake for Trump—and for America. The Venezuelan people foolishly voted themselves into socialism; let them learn on their own that they must shoot their way out of it.

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THE END IS NIGH!

Only three days left? Well, damn. And I was thinking about doing some laundry next weekend.

Climate change is in the news again. Earlier this year, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D–NY) warned us that we have only 12 years to address the harm that human beings are doing to the planet. Last week, Beto O’Rourke amended that, suggesting we have only 10 years. Now, I don’t want to scare anyone, but according to my calculations that I arrived at by reading science, both Beto and Ocasio-Cortez are looking at this problem through rose-colored glasses. In fact, the world has precisely three and a half days to change its ways or it will basically be destroyed.

As I write this, it is 1:45 pm on Friday May 3rd. By sometime in the midmorning on Tuesday, if we don’t take action, Miami will be underwater, Toledo will be on fire, a swarm of locusts will descend upon Houston, and Brooklyn … well, actually Brooklyn will be fine, but that’s not the point. The point is that we have just over 72 hours to change everything we do and hand the entire economy over to the state or else we will witness an apocalypse that will make Revelations look like Sesame Street.

I know what you’re saying, you’re saying, “Dave, how can we possibly reverse the damage done by the entire two centuries of the industrial revolution by Tuesday? It’s impossible!” But when Hannibal’s elephants looked at the Alps, did they tell Hannibal they couldn’t get across them? No. When Rocky Balboa was forced to train in a drafty Russian barn and outrun KGB agents in the snow, did he say, “This is too hard?” No.

The time to act is now. In fact, more accurately the time not to act is now. So what can you not do? First of all, do not become pregnant and deliver a child in the next three and a half days. That is literally the worst thing you can do for climate change. I know babies are cute and all, and pretty small, but believe me, those suckers pump out greenhouse gasses like 19th century dark satanic mills. And you can try to tell them to stop, but they don’t understand words, so …

Another thing you should not do is fly, or drive, or really go anywhere at all. What’s that? You have a doctor’s appointment? Something about a weird growth on your leg? Well, let me ask you bluntly, what is that growth on your leg going to matter when Denver is under 24 feet of burning snow?

Now I know all you folks are the right kind of people, and I’m going to be perfectly frank; individual inaction is not enough. What we need more than anything else is a global governing body that can enforce inaction.

Actually, I might be in favor of that, as long as the governing body itself was included in any and all inaction mandates.

If we don’t take our heads out of the sand in the next several minutes, there will be nothing but sand left on the planet.

Wait, there’s actually still going to be a planet? I had just assumed old Terra was going to fly apart or be blown to bits or something. Or maybe spontaneously ignite because of a 1.4 degree rise in yearly mean temperature over three hundred years and burn itself to cinders, which will be scattered across the galaxy by the solar wind.

So: what, then? Will there still be a planet after all, just no more climate? Or will there be a climate too, but one that kills off all us humans for unforgivable sins like the internal combustion engine and air conditioning and delicious, juicy cheeseburgers? Will there still be animals? How about stinkbugs? Tall buildings? Shrubbery?

Man, all this science is making my head hurt. Seriously, though, if Albert “Arnold The Pig” AlGore had been right in that famous movie of his, An Inconvenient Prediction, the world would have ended long before now. And he ain’t the only half-bright Chicken Little who got it completely wrong, either.

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The bane of liberalism

Unintended consequences, always catching the self-proclaimed Smartest People On Earth by surprise.

Tenants are fleeing a D.C. high rise as the city’s progressive housing policy has led to panhandling, marijuana smoking, and at least one overdose death in the past year.

Sedgewick Gardens is an historic landmark in a high-priced neighborhood in northwest Washington, D.C., the Washington Post reported. But in the past two years, it has also come to play home to a number of formerly homeless people, many of whom may not have been pushed into housing before exposure to treatment as part of the District’s “housing first” approach to policy.

The pushing of formerly homeless people into housing prior to access to drug treatment or psychological care is part of the “housing first” approach to homelessness assistance, which argues that housing is itself a kind of care, and so people should always be provided with housing as soon as possible.

The neighborhood itself is quite liberal—the Post notes that 95 percent of voters there opposed President Donald Trump in 2016—but the results of the move-in were what the Post describes as “a high-stakes social experiment that so far has left few of its subjects happy.”

That experiment has led to a tripling of police calls to the complex, rising to 121 in 2018 compared to 34 in 2016. Only five of the 2018 calls actually were eventually linked to a crime. But they also were prompted by other harrowing situations, including a man barricading himself in his apartment and threatening to shoot police with a shotgun if they intruded; and another man found to have died from using drugs laced with the deadly synthetic opioid fentanyl.

These two events are the most extreme examples of a general coarsening of the environment. Tenants have complained of panhandling in the halls, the smell of marijuana in the hallways, and feces on the landing of the stairwells.

It’s an all-too-familiar situation for me personally. When I lived in Atlanta, I was in a quite nice complex of historic industrial buildings newly renovated into apartments, the Fulton Cotton Mill Lofts—new enough that only my own building was finished, the other three were still under construction.

Alas, there was a catch: having been built in part with government money, it was required that half the aparments be set aside for Section 8 benefit recipients. In a nutshell, this meant that people shelling out a thousand bucks a month or more were forced to endure certain “amenities” such as garbage-strewn lobbies and parking lots; late-night confrontations with scary-looking thugs roaming the premises; loud, shrieking domestic disputes; aggressive panhandlers, and other examples of Diversity’s dubious benefits.

The only thing missing from all this was the feces. And who knows, they probably turned up too eventually, I was only there for two years.

Our lobby had a mailbox center in the middle of it, for which the management was gracious enough to provide convenient recycling tubs to toss the day’s pile of junk mail into. They posted up a flier above them requesting that residents NOT use the junk-mail bins to toss household and kitchen garbage bags into, with a reminder of the dumpsters located nearby. They even put a map on the fliers, if I remember right.

I’m sure you know how well THAT worked out. Immediately on entering the front door you were confronted with the eye-watering stench of rotting food, curdled milk, soiled diapers, half-full 40’s of Old English, cigarette butts, cat litter, and whatever other nastiness the Section 8 animals were disposing of that day. The junk-mail bins quicky filled, whereupon Section 8’ers would just toss their overflowing, nasty bags right onto the floor.

It wasn’t just inside the building, either. I was out on the parking lot one stifling summer afternoon to work on my girlfriend’s car—they don’t call it Hotlanta for nothing, folks. I crawled up under the car, dragging my tools along with me, and sort of inch-wormed my way to where I need to be. After a few minutes I noticed two things: an unknown object or objects jabbing painfully into my back, and a truly nauseating stench. I wriggled back out and took the look underneath that I should have thought of before getting under there, to find that I had been lying on a big pile of maggot-ridden, half-eaten fried chicken bones left to fester in the sun for who even knows how long.

It was a great big old pile of DISGUSTING, that’s what. Coincidentally, or probably not, a year or two I had an Uber rider leave a gift of rib bones in my back seat, wrapped in a greasy, BBQ sauce-smeared wad of paper napkins. The magnanimous gesture on the part of my middle-aged black female fare was left unbeknownst to me, until the end of the day when I went to clear any such debris out of the back seat. And I had had several subsequent passengers after her, too. God only knows what they might have thought about all that.

Pleaase note that I am NOT presenting those last two stories as some kind of “ohh, them niggers and their chicken and ribs and watermelons!” thing. Just noting that a mighty casual attitude on the part of so many of your standard lower-class Dindus towards not trashing his or her immediate surroundings may possibly not be entirely coincidental, that’s all. Could be—COULD be—there’s something bigger at work here.

Anyways, back to the Lofts. You always knew which apartment housed a Section 8’er or three (or thirty). You couldn’t miss ’em. They were the apartments with the unpleasant smell wafting through the short corridor outside the door; the rap “music” blasting out at ear-rupturing volume any and all hours of the day or night; the malt liquor bottles and gooey pizza boxes piled in ziggurats adjacent to the door; the sounds of violent altercations, furniture being rougly shoved around, or shattering glass. Now and then a resident passed out on the floor by the door, maybe, which door might or might not be left standing partially or fully open.

In sum, I have NO intention of ever subjecting myself to dwelling in any complex that also hosts Section 8 recipients if I can help it. Likewise, I am NOT in the least surprised to read about the sad denouement of inflicting such thoughtless slobs on a once-grand old property like the Sedgewick Gardens. The Libs In Charge of this ill-considered farce coulda asked me, I woulda been glad to tell ’em how things were gonna work out for’em in the end. Not that they would want to hear it, or profit from the knowledge they gained.

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Prisoner of our own barbarians

Civilization versus the brats spoiled by its successful advance.

It is by now a familiar cliché, long propagated by Western thinkers and the media, that Europe and European culture are responsible for a multitude of ills. Europeans have been raised to detest themselves, certain that they have inflicted evil for which they must relentlessly atone. This evil is known by two terms: colonialism and imperialism, both driven by capitalism. Nothing today is more European than this self-hatred, this passion for cursing and lacerating ourselves. Yet, by issuing their anathemas, the high priests of defamation only signal their membership in the universe they reject. How can we fail to see that we take a strange pride in being the worst? Self-denigration is all too clearly a form of indirect self-glorification. Evil comes only from us; others are always motivated by sympathy, goodwill, and candor. Such is the paternalism of the guilty conscience: seeing ourselves as the kings of infamy is still a way of staying on the crest of history. Europe remains messianic in a minor mode, campaigning for its own weakness. Barbarism is the European’s great pride; he denies that others are ever barbarous, always finding attenuating circumstances for them, which also denies them all responsibility.

The terrible presumption of the cry “we are civilized” too often meant, earlier in European history, that “we are superior to you.”

Terrible presumption? I’d argue that it happens to be the simple truth, actually. Which does NOT amount to a license to exterminatye inferior, more barbaric cultures, or otherwise victimize or denigrate them. Being fallible and human, though, probably makes such victimization pretty much inevitable.

It also happens that the bourgeois, in turn, can transform himself into a barbarian under the pretext of defending civilization, as when torture is sanctioned in the fight against terrorism. When that happens, there is a grave danger of adopting the enemy’s ways of seeing and doing, the better to defeat him; of setting up a system of generalized surveillance of citizens on the pretext of protecting them; of weakening the marvelous edifice constructed by the founders of the open society. “When fighting a monster, beware of becoming a monster yourself,” warned Nietzsche.

This is an oversimplification. Often, when fighting monsters, the pursuit of victory requires turning their own monstrous methods—their own inhumanity—against them. But I believe it’s possible to make use of those methods without succumbing to them—to recognize the necessity, while careful to maintain the proper abhorrence for them. Thus:

The civilized man must constantly look barbarism in the face, to remember where he comes from, what he has escaped—and what he could become again.

Even more importantly, to see that he does not allow civilization to be overrun by barbarism.

Two dreams confront each other in our Western democracies. One, European, wants to eradicate human malice solely by means of dialogue, tolerance, and constant reminders of past horrors. The other, American, wants to put the darker powers of human nature in the service of social perfectibility—a creative barbarism, analogous to Greek catharsis. An angelism of niceness on the one hand; the channeling and sublimation of violence, on the other. Such is our predicament. We are urged to defend the law, civilization, and decency against savagery, while knowing perfectly well that we need savagery to awaken us. We want to defeat the barbarian and also preserve him, so as to preserve the energy he instills in us. He is both detestable and desirable.

Such irresolvable paradoxes are a part of life on this planet, natural and inescapable. They can be examined; they can be analyzed. Their terms can maybe even be adjusted somewhat—their effects mitigated, their iron grip on us loosened slightly. But they can never be made to just go away, as hubristic, foolish Proggie seems to believe.

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Erasing history

And “conversations” that…aren’t.

A few days ago, Kamala Harris, a.k.a. the background dancer who screwed her way to lead singer, was asked by Don Lemon if she supported Sanders’ plan to allow murderers and rapists to retain their voting rights while in prison. “I think we should have that conversation,” said the former “prosecutor.” When I saw the clip, I honestly didn’t mind the evasive nature of her answer. Politicians are evasive by nature; it comes with the job. What pissed me off was the idea that leftists ever engage in a “conversation.” When do leftists ever engage in “conversations”? They adopt a position (often a complete reversal of a previous one), and then they declare the old position to be “hate speech” and those who espouse it “hate criminals.” Where was the “conversation” on trannies in the girls’ bathroom? Where was the “conversation” on there being 1,745 genders instead of two? I don’t recall having those “conversations,” do you? One day, leftists decided that “this is the new truth,” and suddenly people like me get banned from social media for stating the scientific fact that a man can’t wish himself into being a biological woman.

Where was the “conversation” on immigration? I just remember going to bed one night when top Democrats were in favor of strong border control, and waking up the next morning to find that desiring strong border control makes you a Nazi.

If there was a “conversation,” I don’t remember it.

Affirmative action? Forced busing? Court ordered…no “conversation.” And if Democrats, who view voting rights for imprisoned murderers as a race issue (because of the disproportionately high number of blacks and Latinos who’d be affected), decide tomorrow to uniformly support that policy, overnight anyone who opposes it will immediately become Hitler.

Did any Western European leaders have a “conversation” with their constituents about flooding the continent with nonindigenous immigrants? When exactly was that referendum? At least with Brexit, there was a conversation, but has the popular consensus—the result of that conversation—been respected? Of course not.

Leftists don’t “converse.” They impose. And to do this, it often becomes necessary to erase history, ancient and recent. This is done not only to cow the current generation, but to brainwash the next. “Why, Notre Dame always had a minaret! Hell, the building was constructed by Muslims, who were always the majority in France! Just as England was always nonwhite.”

Future Europeans will learn little of old Christendom, but you can be damn sure they’ll know all about Auschwitz. In thirty years, every schoolkid in the West will know about the fifty Muslims killed in New Zealand in March 2019, and none will know of the hundreds of Christians killed in Sri Lanka a month later.

Controlling what we forget and what we remember, what we are encouraged to defile and what we are ordered to hold sacred (like Harlitz-Kern’s holy kazoo), is how you make sure there isn’t a conversation. Leftists understand this better than anyone.

If Stalin taught these bastards anything, it’s that the airbrush is mightier than the memory.

Oh, I think it’s safe to say that Stalin taught them pretty much everything they know. But while we’re talking about erasing history…no. Just…NO. Not just no—HELL NO.

The lawyers and CPAs who run Elvis Presley Enterprises have been threatening the city of Memphis for the past two years with plans to dismantle Graceland—the most hallowed redneck house in the world—and move it to another continent.

They mean this quite literally. They have offers on the table, they say, to bring in redneck historians and lovingly peel up the green shag carpet from the Jungle Room—where Elvis’ last two albums were recorded despite the rushing background noise of the waterfall that spurts out of one wall—and then move all the lacquered wood furniture in the shape of tree stumps to someplace like Dubai, where real estate entrepreneurs like to collect items of Americana and turn them into pop culture museums. It would be sort of like displaying objects from the Titanic if the Titanic had been intentionally sunk in Southampton harbor and then sold off for scrap.

Elvis was from Tupelo, Mississippi, 100 miles to the southeast of Graceland, but he would have been immersed in the African-American music that emerged from the Baptist churches and blues honky-tonks ranged up and down the Mississippi River between St. Louis and New Orleans. Dewey Phillips broadcast that music on Red, Hot and Blue, sometimes even highlighting actual church choirs, but in Memphis the blues and gospel music of black folk ran smack-dab up against all that clog dancing and fiddling that came down through the Appalachian Valley from Scotland, Ulster, and Cumberland. As all Elvis aficionados know, the King was criticized early in his career for singing like a black man, and the term “rock and roll” itself comes straight up out of the slave-based Delta rice fields.

Elvis may not have been black, but his musical DNA was as mixed-race as Alexander Hamilton. Memphis was the place where original black music met original white music. That’s what makes it American, that’s what makes Memphis the Santiago de Compostela of rock and roll, and that’s why you can move Graceland to Nairobi or Edinburgh but you’ll only be telling half the story. If Graceland moves, Graceland dies.

I’ve visited Graceland a couple of times myself—if you have even the slightest spark of affection in your heart for the King, I highly recommend it—and one of the most striking things about the place to me was that, from the backyard right up next to the house, you got an easy view right into the backyards of other houses in the neighborhood. I had always pictured it as being more secluded—at least tucked away behind some high hedges or some sort of privacy fence or something, in the manner of usually what comes to mind with other big fancy mansions.

But no, it was pretty much wide open out there; you could see laundry hanging out to dry on clotheslines all over the place, guys on lawn tractors, old ladies stooped over in their truck patch hacking at weeds, and such. Naturally, those neighbors could likewise see up into Elvis’s yard too. It was kinda cool to imagine the wild, outlandish goings-on Elvis’s neighbors had a bird’s eye view of over the years.

As Joe Bob says: Move Graceland, Graceland dies. Whatever law or ordinance the Memphis city council needs to pass to bring this ill-considered, near-criminal nonsense to a screeching halt, they oughta do it if you ask me. It’s an arrogant affront to history itself. While admittedly nothing like as significant or weighty as Notre Dame, Graceland’s legend is bigger than the present owners seem able to grasp. It doesn’t belong only to them.

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Dysfunction

To NRA or not to NRA, that is the question.

U.S.A. – -(Ammoland.com)- “Stop the NRA shutdown,” a “critical update” in the latest American Rifleman urges.”New York Governor Andrew Cuomo has launched an all-out crusade to destroy NRA and put us out of business forever.”

No doubt the insufferable totalitarian wannabe would like to try. But as events unfolded over the weekend, resulting for the short term with Oliver North’s ouster as association president, it appears the greatest danger comes from within.

Not that Wayne LaPierre prevailing, for now, is a “win” for membership. Nor would it be had North succeeded. This was a coup attempt by NRA’s long-term PR firm Ackerman McQueen to replace former gravy train riders with current ones. There are no clean hands here, and with the weekend battle “won” by current management, don’t expect dramatic changes in the way things are run as long as they’re in power.

That means concerns being expressed by an increasing number of woke and angry members will continue to be glossed over by Fairfax “leadership.” We’ll continue to see NRA endorsing “compromise” infringements, with carefully-crafted statements giving de facto green lights to bump stock “regulations” and “red flag” confiscations, and with just enough weasel-wording for plausible deniability damage control when things blow up. We’ll continue to see dishonest political grades and endorsements that come back and bite gun owners. We’ll continue to see deliberate indifference to holding those politicians accountable for the single greatest threat to future “legal” recognition of the right to keep and bear arms – the overwhelmingly Democrat-favoring “pathway to citizenship.”  And we’ll continue to see an organization that puts more energy into “Enforce existing Intolerable Acts” than it puts on “shall not be infringed.”

And of course, we’ll see continued appeals for money, no matter if the flacking is outsourced or increasingly done in-house. Someone’s gotta pay for the salaries and perks.

A meme that’s being increasingly parroted by the gun-grabbers as a way out is that NRA must “return to its sportsman’s roots.” Understand that this is being done by people who really do want to take your guns. Don’t think for a moment they’re saying this to be helpful, any more than Democrats urging Republicans to be more “centrist” are concerned with helping the Party regain appeal. Surrenders simply mean there will be fewer battles that the enemy (what do you think those who want to disarm you are?) will need to win.

Those calling for such a return want NRA out of politics and focused on being Fudds. They really just want to be able to pass disarmament edicts, elect gun-grabbing politicians and appoint anti-gun judges without any significant organized opposition. Curiously, although unintended by those offering such “advice,” returning to its roots is exactly what is needed.

Codrea goes on from there to make a strong historical case for the idea. Herschel, for his own part, seems pretty disgusted with ’em.

So first there is the issue of exactly how an elected board of directors along with an elected president can demand the resignation of a bureaucrat, and be rejected by said bureaucrat outright and that organization continue to function. It can’t. I assess that the NRA is a completely dysfunctional organization and has been for a long time.

Leaving aside the issue of Ackerman McQueen, and $200,000 of wardrobe purchases by LaPierre, the bylaws, people and organizational structure aren’t sufficient to rid the group of ne’er-do-wells, whether LaPierre or the cretins who are financial liabilities and parasites to the organization. A board of directors who doesn’t direct may as well quit and go home. If there are too many bad apples in the mix, then it’s appropriate for the entire group to go down in flames, suffering the personal, legal and financial loss attending their malfeasance. Membership on the board of directors means legal and fiduciary culpability, as it should on any board.

But can this situation be salvaged? Should it be salvaged? I said a few days ago that the NRA had supported the NFA, the GCA, the Hughes Amendment, the bump stock ban, and red flag laws. It’s all true. This is an incomplete list. Via David Codrea, this list adds to my own.

The real issue with the VNRA isn’t corruption or not doing enough to push rights. The problem is what the group actively does to violate rights. NFA ’34, GCA ’68, FOPA ’86. Everyone knows those. It shows how long the rot has existed.

They tried to keep HELLER from going to SCOTUS. They actively killed constitutional carry legislation in New Hampshire. They wrote an “assault weapon” ban in Ohio. They sabotaged an RKBA/free speech case in NH.

I had forgotten how many open carry fights the NRA has sabotaged, and it’s also true that the NRA didn’t want Heller going to the SCOTUS. I consider Heller only a partial win because of the wording Scalia put in there supporting gun control at the local and state level, and the weakness of it leading to McDonald, which still isn’t recognized by lower courts. But Alan Gura snatched a modicum of victory from the jaws of defeat.

The point is that in almost every case where retreat was possible, the NRA has led the way. Then oftentimes, as with Heller, they claimed credit for what small victory the SCOTUS gave us. In every exigency in life, a man must make functional judgments. Whom to marry, where to work, how much to save, with whom to be associated.

In this case, the analysis is quite simple. If an organization is working against your interests, it’s an easy decision to jettison support for said organization. It makes no sense to support people who intend harm to your liberties. If this is considered on a tactical level (retreat might be a good option now), then it is incumbent on our detractors to explain how said retreat will be reversed and good use made of it rather than sling accusations. I see a lot of hand-wringing, but I see no detractor channeling Sun Tzu. If you want to be a general, then learn to lead and learn to win.

Kinda makes one yearn for the great and glorious Charlton Heston, don’t it?



CA leaves little room for doubt as to where he stands on the NRA issue: he’s done with ’em.

The Lairds of Fairfax are Beltway critters, and have been behind every single major 2A infringement on the national level since NFA34.

Screw them all, then dump them into the Morbark.

He recommends a few alternative courses of actions to consider, too.

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