Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Is NOTHING sacred?

And I don’t mean John Henry, necessarily. I mean the goddamned ROCK, buster.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson will play folk hero John Henry in an upcoming Netflix movie. Until the recent backlash, I was unaware that Johnson is only half black; his mother is Samoan.

Some think Johnson, who is among the highest-paid actors in the world, is not black enough to play a black man in the movies. One wrote, “John Henry was a very dark skin man & yes that matters.” Yet, John Henry is mythological. The skin shade of the “real” John Henry is uncertain; and like all folk tales, many aspects of the story “are subject to debate.”

Other critics say Dwayne Johnson hasn’t proclaimed his blackness enough to qualify as black. One tweet read, “The Rock is black when it’s profitable and racially ambiguous when it isn’t. We need a proud, strong, all-day black man to play John Henry.” 

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Remind me of that the next time you shrieking twerps want, say, Will Smith to play Jim West, or a black lesbian to play Captain Kirk, or any other such PC douchebaggery you degenerates cook up in your never-ceasing “reboots” of classic old movies or TV shows.

It reminds me of the ridiculousness that greeted me not long after I had moved to Atlanta back in ’98. The local teewee “news” wasted a couple of days covering, with somber seriousness, a big protest at the Keebler factory over the lack of any black Keebler elves in the commercials for their cookies. Nobody bothered to break it to these mental giants that, uhh, there aren’t any elves, black or white, in the first place. Nor did they bake their delicious cookies inside a hollow tree. Because, you see, ELVES DON’T EXIST. So when dreaming up imaginary cartoon-spokesthings to advertise said cookies, you’re free to make them any skin color you might wish to. The whole ward of douchenoodles would probably have suffered a mass nervous breakdown over having that shocking news broken to ’em.

Would those criticizing the selection of Dwayne Johnson to play John Henry be outraged by the idea that their mindset is the same as those who sought to determine who was Jewish in Nazi Germany?

Why would they? They—well, their ideological forerunners—were the ones doing it. And THOSE ovens were real. And were not manned by elves, either. They were manned by dedicated, diehard socialists, not at all far removed in either philosophical or practical terms from the ones blighting the landscape and wet-belching up moronic Tweets against The Rock today.

Can you even imagine how miserable it must be to have to go through life whining and moaning and offended and upset over every least little insignificant thing you encounter? There’s absolutely nothing that doesn’t bother them, nothing they can leave alone or let slide without complaint. Even the most granular, fleabitten nothing on Earth gets conflated into a major ass-ache by these pusnutted pissants. It must be awful.

Serves ’em right.

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The Trigglypuff vote

They deserve each other, and real Americans deserve better.

Commenting on the irrational female rage unleashed by the Kavanaugh confirmation circus, Stephen Green remarks: “The Democrats have worked hard to lock down the Trigglypuff vote, but at what cost of even slightly more moderate voters?” But do such voters really exist?

We are more than 25 years into a cycle of increasing polarization that arguably began with Bill Clinton’s election as president. Clinton’s radicalism — remember the so-called “assault weapons” ban? — sparked a backlash that cost Democrats the control of the House that they’d held for 40 years. Everything thereafter increased the partisan divide: The budget standoff that led to the government shutdown, the Lewinsky scandal and the impeachment crisis, the Florida recount in 2000, the Iraq War, the recapture of Congress by Nancy Pelosi’s Democrats, Obama’s election in 2008, the Tea Party movement, on and on.

It is not the case that America’s politics have become more divisive because the Republican Party has moved further right. Liberal pundits, commenting from within their ideological cocoons, habitually apply labels — “far right,” “extremist,” “white nationalist,” etc. — to depict the GOP as beholden to a dangerous fringe, but this is just paranoid propaganda. The typical Republican voter in 2018 is actually no more “extreme” than his father was in 1988. Nor is the policy agenda of the GOP now any more “far right” than it was in the presidency of Ronald Reagan. The cause of the increased partisan divide is not that the Republicans have moved right, but that Democrats have moved left.

What happened, when did it happen and why did it happen?

Just this: enough Americans woke up to what the Democrat-Socialists really were—as opposed to what they misleadingly claimed themselves to be—to reject them firmly and fully by putting Trump in the Oval Office, which drove them batshit insane. Room for lots more detaIled analysis, natch, but that’s the nut of it.

Having worked so hard to lock down the TrigglyPuff vote, as Stephen Green says, Democrats are now held hostage by the mob mentality of the identity-politics “social justice” coalition they’ve built.

This is what the Kavanaugh confirmation circus confirmed: Democrats are now the party of TrigglyPuff, of angry college girls driven to fits of insanity — a deranged mob clawing at the doors of the Supreme Court — by the irrationality of their “progressive” belief system.

What about those “slightly more moderate voters” who might be alienated by the Democrats’ surrender to extremism? They don’t seem to exist. Polls indicate that the Democrats’ advantage in the generic congressional ballot is holding firm around 7 or 8 points. Why?

I’ll just answer that question with a quote from Huck Finn: “H’ain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And ain’t that a big enough majority in any town?” In towns like NYC, Chicago, LA, San Francisco, Detroit, etc, yes. Yes, it surely is.

(Via Insty)

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Don’t gloat?

Yeah, no.


Ace sets up his response to this “please can’t we just get back to losing with dignity” bushwa in an earlier post. Reposted here in full, and to hell with fair use, since the central point (which I’ll take the additional liberty of boldfacing) is one I’ve already made a thousand times and don’t feel like restating myself:

A Look Back at the NeverTrumpers Who Brainlessly Taunted Trump Supporters With a Stupid Twitter-Snark “But He Fights!” Jab
—Ace of Spades

But Gorsuch.

But Kavanaugh.

But a 49 Year Low in the Unemployment rate.

But He Fights.

Let me point out that the same people who attack Trump for juvenile baiting on Twitter try to do so themselves. Oh, I’m sure they’ll make excuses why they should be permitted to do this while Trump should be condemned; phony moralists and sanctimonious hypocrites are forever minting reasons why they are entitled to do things that other people are forbidden to.

SJWs do this a lot. And the SJWs of the nominal right, get this, imitate them.

They’ll say “But he’s the President!”

Okay– but you guys are writers for what pretends to be an important intellectual magazine, National Review. We might say Trump should have more care to defend the dignity of the office.

Should not Jonah Goldberg et al take more care to defend the dignity of a once-illustrious magazine? Or are the juvenile taunts an admission that that magazine no longer has much dignity to protect?

The other thing I’d note is that these people do fight, in their own condescending, nasty twitter-coward way.

It’s just that they believe in fighting conservatives and fighting to defend the leftist-dominated culture and institutional order.

They will fight — but for causes they believe in. Such as the prerogatives and privileges of the left.

What they’re really complaining about is Trump’s mainstreaming of the idea that the liberal, Rockefeller-Republican-dominated fake-conservative Republican Establishment should be fought.

They don’t want that fought. They don’t want their progressive friends fought, or not too seriously at least. (They like pretend-fighting and then having cocktails later.)

What they want are genuine conservatives and grassroots activists — the dirty upstarts! — fought.

Ace’s link above is the same one Steyn used in the post I excerpted below, which I didn’t transcribe. You should check it out despite my laziness, because it’s a stinging evisceration of a whole slew of NeverTrumpTards who deserve every bit of it, climaxing thusly:

The list goes on and on.

As noted:  They take the one thing that’s actually the most true, and marginalize it to reduce or eliminate its potency. And Trump beat them all because they thumb-wrestle for participation trophies while he dropkicks people for the win.

Just to be very clear: If Trump didn’t fight, then Brett Kavanaugh would be a footnote and right now we’d be fending off claims that Amy Coney Barrett once attended a party where someone said something racist.

You’re damn right Trump fights. And it’s a good thing too.

The greatest, most biting irony of all this? What got them Trump in the first place was that they never bothered to fight anybody but other conservatives, just as Ace notes (“The great thing about never fighting is that you never win and therefore never had the opportunity to gloat“) and I’ve said over and over again. As for “don’t gloat”? Well, it just so happens that that article was written by longtime liberal activist and Obama-admin appointee Cass Sunstein, headlined: “GOP’s Toasts to Kavanaugh Are Unspeakably Cruel.”

So, y’know, yeah. Sunstein even has the balls to trot out a Lincoln comparison (!), and moans piteously about the importance of “empathy” and not “mocking human suffering” without once acknowledging the suffering Kavanaugh and his entire family were put through by a dishonest smear campaign waged against him by “people” who took enormous pleasure in the pain they inflicted in service to a lie.

“Empathy”? Kiss my ass, shitlib. “Don’t gloat”? Better peddle that someplace else, ain’t no market for it here. You and yours will never, EVER suffer pain enough to suit me.

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Yum yum!

Y’all no doubt remember my prediction that Kavanaugh would never get a confirmation vote, much less in time to take his rightful place for the next session of the Court. I said then that I’d be delighted to be forced to eat crow if that turned out to be wrong, but I didn’t expect it. Well…ummm…can somebody find me a knife and a fork, maybe?

WASHINGTON DC – Judge Brett Kavanaugh was sworn in as the 114th Supreme Court justice late Saturday, just hours after the Senate voted to confirm him to the nation’s highest court after a rancorous confirmation battle.

Kavanaugh was sworn in by Chief Justice John Roberts in a private ceremony, accompanied by his wife and children. It means that now-Justice Kavanaugh will begin hearing cases before the court on Tuesday.

Bold mine, proving I was dead wrong on both counts. On the even brighter side, a heaping helping of liberal tears ought to help my unexpected meal go down nicely.

HYSTERICAL LIBERALS Break Down SOBBING After Senate Votes to Confirm Judge Kavanaugh (VIDEO– PICTURES)

Go check out the pics, they’ll do your heart good. Meanwhile, I gotta go look up a decent recipe for crow here.

Unhinged update! More sweet, sweet liberal tears.

I was in the Senate gallery this afternoon when Justice Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed. You would have thought I was at an exorcism in an insane asylum.

Perhaps you were watching on television and heard the disruptions, though you certainly didn’t see them. The attenuated audio probably didn’t catch the frightening, incoherent shrieking – including the lingering screaming and howling as they were being dragged down the hallways outside the gallery.

If there was any doubt that the opposition to Kavanaugh was unhinged, uncivil, disruptive, rude, and borderline nuts, my experience in the gallery made it clear.

The first example  came when Senator Cornyn rightfully railed against the mobs who spent the last three weeks assaulting and assailing Kavanaugh supporters.

“Mob rule is necessary,” one shrieking woman shouted before security personnel could settle her down.

At least she was honest. It did not appear that Capitol Police removed her for her crime, unfortunately. That would soon change.

Nothing they were yelling and howling could be heard. It was the sound of all of them, in discordant, rage-fueled, wild fury, that was so unearthly. I have never heard a sound like it before.

Senator Dick Durbin said a few weeks ago in response to the committee that these were the sounds of democracy.

No they weren’t. They were the sounds of a group of people tinkering with madness. They were the sounds of irrational, unhinged, and unmoored lunatics. These were the people who opposed Kavanaugh’s nomination. They were an embarrassment to themselves.

These are not merely insane disruptors. These are people who care nothing for the country’s institutions. Even courtesy in the Senate gallery is an institution these monsters hate.

Trump pounced tonight at a rally in Kansas. “You don’t give power to an angry left-wing mob. The Democrats have become too dangerous and extreme to govern.

Bold mine, and dead on the money. “The sound of democracy”? Self-serving twaddle; it’s the sound of democracy derided and undermined—of anarchy, chaos, insolence, sedition, and madness. These people are overgrown brats throwing a tantrum of extraordinary, vein-busting vehemence; any parent of a spoiled toddler would recognize it right away. Their every bitter defeat is a bounty and a boon, their anguished caterwaul a delight to the ears of real Americans. I’ve posted this vid before, and it remains evergreen:




I repeat: SUCK IT, SHITLIBS. ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES. YOU LOST.

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“This is a remarkable moment in American life: A man is killing actual living, gurgling, bouncing babies on an industrial scale – and it barely makes the papers”

Steyn reveals what the Kavanaugh fight was really all about, via movie review.

On the day that Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed as a judge on the highest court in the land, this new film is as appropriate a choice as any for our Saturday movie date: it was America’s abortion absolutism that drove both the fanatical opposition to Justice Kavanaugh’s nomination and the media blackout on the case of Dr Kermit Gosnell, and their opposition to anyone telling his story. Gosnell opens in movie theaters this coming Friday, but a few days ago The Mark Steyn Club Cruise hosted a special screening with filmmakers Ann McElhinney and Phelim McAleer as we sailed through the Gulf of St Lawrence. The audience was profoundly moved. One lady, having worked in a very famous West Coast medical facility, said that Dr Kermit Gosnell’s preferred method of “abortion” – live births – was common there too, and that we were all “complicit”. Another viewer focused on his own profession of anesthetist, and teared up as he recalled the untrained fifteen-year-old who functioned as Gosnell’s and used a handmade color-coded chart to remember what to give whom. In fact, unlike the older women with whom she worked, the teenager had at least some semblance of sympathy for the patients, a rare sighting of human feeling in a building from which it had otherwise fled.

In the course of bringing one Philadelphia “doctor” to trial, almost every person in a position of authority in Pennsylvania cautioned that this case “is not about abortion”. And thus the tale as told by the writers and director Nick Searcy: it starts out as a story not about abortion, but about illegal drugs, and a multi-agency federal/state investigation that leads to a particular inner-city clinic. When they enter, they find a garbage-strewn dump where cats wander in and out of operating rooms defecating freely, where “medical waste” is piled up wherever space can be found, and where the kitchen fridge is filled with dozens of jars containing tiny baby feet preserved as if they were pickled eggs. The doctor arrives with food for his pet turtles, who are treated better than any of the women. “This is normal?” asks Detective Stark (Alonzo Rachel). “I dunno,” says his partner (Dean Cain). “I’ve never been in an abortion clinic before.”

Their curiosity is resented by the bigshot feds from the DEA and the FBI, who don’t want abortion getting in the way of their routine drugs bust. Likewise, the Department of Health has sent along a hatchet-faced nurse to ensure that the raid does not in any way impede the “procedures” being performed at the clinic: No one wants this case to be “about” abortion – not the District Attorney, concerned about the politics of being seen to oppose “reproductive rights”; not the Assistant DA’s own obstetrician or the doctor next door, both of whom refuse to testify; and certainly not the lady judge, who’s more concerned about the welfare of Gosnell’s turtles than of his patients.

Wandering genially through the squalor and degradation is the abortionist himself. Earl Billings is the spitting image of Kermit Gosnell and plays him as an affable black man with a beatific smile and a soft-spoken manner that never rises to any epithet stronger than “Oh, my!” It is a remarkable performance of a man of many contradictions, not least in the strange mix of refined esthetic sensibility and total indifference to minimum hygiene standards: in one memorable scene, he plays Chopin on the parlor piano as millions of fleas swarm up the legs of the cops in the basement below.

If Kermit Gosnell isn’t to be considered the living embodiment of evil—evil incarnate, evil made flesh—then the word truly has no meaning at all. And I say that as someone who is NOT blanketly opposed to all abortions always; I still believe that there are circumstances where they are tragically, sadly necessary, the lesser of two evils. In fact, I have a close friend who was forced to resort to it in an extreme circumstance, when he and his wife…well, that’s a topic for another day, maybe.

And it isn’t relevant to this particular case anyway. Gosnell was a warped, inhuman monster operating not a “clinic” but a real, true chamber of horrors straight out of a B-grade horror flick. That the Abortion At All Costs Left has so deftly swept him under the rug to protect their gruesome sacrament blackens their very souls. And there’s even more sick-making, near-incomprehensible horror throughout the rest of Steyn’s post, if you can believe it.

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TOO MUCH WINNING!

Make it stop. Oh, please, make it stop. I’m tired, I tell you; tired of all the winning.

In a pig’s eye.

Brett Kavanaugh was confirmed to serve as a justice on the Supreme Court of the United States with a vote of 50-48 on Saturday.

After weeks of a brutal fight and an FBI investigation into allegations of sexual assault made against him, several key swing senators voted in favor of confirming Kavanaugh, including Republicans Susan Collins of Maine and Jeff Flake of Arizona, and Democrat Joe Manchin of West Virginia — the only Democrat to cross party lines.

Good quote from…uhh, Mitch McConnell?

“A vote to confirm Judge Kavanaugh today is also a vote to send a clear message about what the Senate is,” he continued. “This is an institution where the evidence and the facts matter. This is an institution where the evidence and the facts matter. This is the chamber in which the politics of intimidation and personal destruction do not win the day.”

Another excellent Yertle quote, via Ed:

“It’s been a great political gift for us. The tactics have energized our base,” he said, adding: “I want to thank the mob, because they’ve done the one thing we were having trouble doing, which was energizing our base.”

Heh. And then there’s this:


Crazy times we’re living in, ain’t they? Don’t care. In response to Pissypants Acosta’s piteous whimper, as mentioned here yesterday: We don’t care about “winning gracefully,” fuckface. We care about kicking your fucking commie asses up between your fucking scrawny-ass shoulderblades, by any fucking means we can contrive, fair or foul. As long as your side goes right on losing, that’s all that matters to us.

Hats off to the Justice Brett Kavanaugh, for standing his ground with resolve and dignity under one of the most abominable shitflings ever undertaken by the orcs of Mordor on the Potomac; to Collins, Graham, and McConnell, for doing the right thing under tremendous spressure; most of all, to the greatest President in American history, the great Donald J Trump, for engineering yet another resounding victory for the side of the righteous. Good job, sir.

And: keep ’em coming.

Update! SUCK IT, SHITLIBS.

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Copped from Ace.

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Fake news!

Oh, but this is rich.

CNN’s Jim Acosta posted about the looming confirmation vote on the Supreme Court nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh, ticking off a laundry list of liberal causes that might be affected by a more conservative court. Acosta was called out for spouting liberal talking points and did not take it well, deleting a tweet that accused his GOP critics of “bullying the press” and whining, “Can’t you guys win gracefully?”

Acosta initially tangled with the account of Don”Stew” Stewart, Deputy Chief of Staff to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-KY). The deleted tweet was a reply to the personal account of Zach Roday, who describes himself as, ” @RepublicanAGscomms director | previously Paul Ryan’s political spox, House flack, Scott Walker ‘14, Romney/Ryan, Senate aide “

Acosta tweeted, “With a single speech, Sen. Collins, announcing her support for Kavanaugh, has paved the way for a much more conservative Supreme Court for the next generation. Abortion rights, gay rights, climate change, and health care reform could well be impacted for decades to come.”

Stewart tweaked him with, “Heads up: I think PFAW hacked your account.” (Note: PFAW is the acronym for the leftist group founded by Norman Lear, People for the American Way.)

The thin-skinned Acosta whined to Stewart about the First Amendment, “More bashing the press by those in power. First Amendment getting you down Stew?” Stewart replied, “Nope, in fact I was exercising my First Amendment rights. You get to express opinions; I get to express opinions. That’s how it works. Thanks for the RT.” Acosta came back, “Awww Stew… I get it. Reporting you don’t like gets labeled “opinion.” Hey buddy.. I’ve been called worse.”

Acosta must really love his King of the Whiney Media Bitches status; he seems awfully determined to maintain it, at any and all cost.

“Bullying the press.” No, Jim, it’s calling you out for the lying propagandists you are. Sorry our President ripped your mask off and left you cowering and cringing, fully exposed to public view and all. But hey, them’s the breaks. If you really think a little gentle ribbing is “bullying,” better brace yourself; by all rights you and yours got a lot more, and a lot worse, coming yet.

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SQUIRREL!

Guess we’re back to the Outrage Of The Week again.

Robert E. Lee’s last words were, “Strike the tent.”

This afternoon, the New York Times struck the tent on the Anti-Kavanaugh Circus by publishing a 14,000-word report on President Trump’s financial history.

It’s over because the New York Times wants to change subjects. Polls show Marxist Democrats are taking a pounding over this nomination in red states, which means they will lose Senate seats.

So the Times changed the subject with the story — “4 Ways Fred Trump Made Donald Trump and His Siblings Rich” — which it bills as a blockbuster but we all know it is a diversion.

Within an hour of posting the story online, it had 80,000 mentions on Twitter, mainly from liberal loyalists eager for another venue to vent their hate.

It is Kavanaugh Who? time for liberals.

The story could have been held. A story of that length consuming pages of newsprint belong in the Sunday newspaper, not in the middle of another busy week in the news.

My guess is the story was supposed to run this Sunday, but a panic-stricken New York Times was horrified to witness the evaporation of its dream of the Democratic Party taking over the Senate and leaving a Supreme Court vacancy open for a Democratic president in 2020.

The story about President Trump’s fortune is the Stormy Daniels of financial reporting.

The Times story said, “In Donald J. Trump’s version of how he got rich, he was the master dealmaker who parlayed an initial $1 million loan from his father into a $10 billion empire. It was his guts and gumption that overcame setbacks, and his father, Fred C. Trump, was simply a cheerleader. But an investigation by The New York Times shows that by age 3, Donald Trump was earning $200,000 a year in today’s dollars from his father’s empire. He was a millionaire by age 8. By the time he was 17, his father had given him part ownership of a 52-unit apartment building.”

Isn’t that how NYT’s Sulzberger family operated?

Well, you know the rule, Don: whatever they’re shrieking loudest about is the thing they’re guilty of themselves.

Update! Next up from the NYT smear factory:

Having failed to corroborate any allegations of rape against Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh, The New York Times is now preparing to smear him for organizing party planning and logistics more than 30 years ago. This comes on the heels of a blockbuster Times report alleging that Kavanaugh might have thrown ice at someone at some point in the 1980s.

The Times is calling around to classmates asking them about a letter Kavanaugh allegedly wrote to a classmate to organize a week at the beach during the 1980s, according to multiple sources. The letter notes the location on the Maryland shore where the classmates planned to stay, the estimated costs for each organizer, and items they should bring with them, such as “sheets, pillowcases, blankets, etc.”

The letter noted that a total of eight friends, including Kavanaugh, were “in charge” and that they would each get to have beds to sleep in at the designated rental property and a say in who else was invited. The tongue-in-cheek note, infused with inside jokes, said they should talk to neighbors of the property ahead of time and give them a heads up that a party would be hosted there and that alcohol and obnoxious students would be involved.

“P.S. It would probably be a good idea on Sat. the 18th to warn the neighbors that we’re loud, obnoxious drunks with prolific pukers among us,” the letter said. The note also joked that “the danger of eviction is great and that would suck because of the money and because this week has big potential.”

The letter also made note of their awkwardness with girls, whom the teenage boys very much hoped would join them at the party.
“I think we are unanimous that any girls we can beg to stay there are welcomed with open …” he wrote.

Ahh, but wait, there’s yet another damning revelation just out:

I first met Julie Setnick in 1993 at a Washington, D.C., bar near Wisconsin Circle. I was at a going-away party…

As I sat alone at the end of the bar, Julie approached me. She was alone, quite beautiful, well-dressed and no drink in hand. Consequently, my initial thought was that she might be a high-end call girl because at the tine I weighed 350 lbs so what would a girl like her want with me?

But, there was no conversation about exchanging sex for money so decided to talk with her for a few minutes. I had never been hit on in a bar before.

I didn’t leave with her that night, although we talked about getting together. Over the next couple of weeks we met at what I believed and still believe was Julie’s place. From the beginning Julie knew I was married and that I was having marital problems.

As we shared conversations, my lasting impression of Julie was that she was smart, fun, and funny. But she was also an opportunist. I felt she only had an interest in me because I was on television and well known.

During a conversation about our sexual preferences, things go derailed when Julie told me that she liked to have sex with more than one guy at a time. In fact sometimes several at one time. She wanted to know if that would be okay in our relationship.

I asked her if this was just a fantasy of hers. She responded that she first tried sex with multiple guys while in high school and still liked it from time-to time. She brought it up because she wanted to know if I would be interested in that.

So I think we can now say the reason she went back to those “rape train” parties TEN TIMES just became clear: she’s a cum-guzzling cockhound. Ace wraps that one up:

This story had been a bus crash.

Then it devolved into the crash of a bus filled with clowns.

Now it has entered a new phase: A bus full of circus clowns crashing into a school for blind children and even worse the clowns were doing their “Gasoline Comedy” act that day and now all the blind children are on fire and the clowns are trying to squirt water on them with their stupid lapel-flowers but the flowers are just squirting out more gas and the children are crying tears of fire out of their Unseeing Dead Eyes and holy shit a couple of the clowns look like they have boners and they’re chasing around the fiery blind children trying to rub up on them with these bobbling clown-boners with big red bulbs on their tips.

Pretty much. As I said Monday: at this point, it’s just becoming funny.

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Declassify all the things!

It’s clobberin’ time.

WHITE HOUSE –  At the request of a number of committees of Congress, and for reasons of transparency, the President has directed the Office of the Director of National Intelligence and the Department of Justice (including the FBI) to provide for the immediate declassification of the following materials: (1) pages 10-12 and 17-34 of the June 2017 application to the FISA court in the matter of Carter W. Page; (2) all FBI reports of interviews with Bruce G. Ohr prepared in connection with the Russia investigation; and (3) all FBI reports of interviews prepared in connection with all Carter Page FISA applications.

In addition, President Donald J. Trump has directed the Department of Justice (including the FBI) to publicly release all text messages relating to the Russia investigation, without redaction, of James Comey, Andrew McCabe, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, and Bruce Ohr. 

You can tell what a knockout punch this is by how hysterically certain rectal polyps are reacting to it:

Adam Schiff, the California Democrat who has served as drum major for the Trump Collusion marching band, called the declassification order a “clear abuse of power.”

“[Trump] has decided to intervene in a pending law enforcement investigation by ordering the selective release of materials he believes are helpful to his defense team and thinks will advance a false narrative,” said Schiff. “With respect to some of these materials, I have been previously informed by the FBI and Justice Department that they would consider their release a red line that must not be crossed as they may compromise sources and methods.

“This is evidently of no consequence to a President who cares nothing about the country and everything about his narrow self-interest,” he concluded.

Not to be outdone, Schiff’s colleagues Elijah Cummings and Jerrold Nadler declared that Trump’s “reckless and irresponsible decision” was “a desperate attempt to distract from…the mounting evidence of multiple criminal enterprises among his closest advisors.

“For the past year, Republicans in Congress have been running interference for President Trump, promoting baseless conspiracy theories, mischaracterizing numerous documents, and attacking our law enforcement and intelligence officials,” they howled. “This effort has been devoid of facts, but it has been incredibly destructive to our democracy.”

If you want to interpret that sky-screaming, it’s easy. It means “uh-oh.

Those documents include the FISA applications involving the surveillance of Carter Page, which are likely to include an admission that the Steele dossier was the sole item of evidence producing surveillance on an innocent man. They also include reams of text messages between Bruce Ohr, Peter Strzok, Lisa Page, former FBI Director James Comey and former FBI Deputy Director Andrew McCabe which could very well contain convincing evidence of a fixed investigation. We already know that to be true, but more proof in advance of the midterms, no?

If the Deep Staters knew this was coming, and at least some of them probably did, it could explain why they were willing to greenlight Feinswine’s Kavanaugh hail-Mary desperation move as a distraction. In the comments to Julie Kelly’s media-suicide piece I linked earlier, a commenter says:

In other news, CNN is tearing its hair out claiming the unredacted FBI texts are a threat to our “national security:” CNN spinning unredacted text messages as “threat” to national security. Have you ever seen reporters try so hard to not cover a story, and not want to see more documents? It is nothing but a distraction now that everyone of us can see the actual documents they were so busy spinning.

They don’t want to cover it and they are unable to cover it up

Sundance, as is his wont, digs deep into the stinking sinkhole of Deep State corruption:

Many of the corrupt lower-level officials within the administrative state have goals in conflict with with sunlight and truthful discovery. Other officials, like FBI Director Christopher Wray and Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, have more specific goals to protect their institutions. Because the preservation of the institution is the primary focus, their goals may therefore align with the more openly corrupt officials.

This is the nature of political bureaucracy. It is not a grand conspiracy, it is more often ordinary corruption. However, failure to accept this simple truism leads to cognitive dissonance, intellectual dishonesty and, even worse, creates a false perception of what is possible.

Absorb information without rational and logical discernment long enough, and you get ridiculous “Q Theories” and proclamations about grand “Stealth Jeff Sessions” plans.

Because the corruption happened during their tenure, current officials within the FBI, DOJ and much of the larger intelligence apparatus, are not in alignment with the reform goals demanded by change-agent President Trump. Their goal is to fight Trump’s goals.

The executive branch is holding Trump hostage and trying to wait out the election hopeful to have a change in congressional power. This preserves their institutions and executes their goals. It is the legislative branch who are trying to help the President and force the officials within the cabinet to admit the corruption.

And few enough even of them, despite Republican control of both Houses of it. So howl, howl, you Deep State curs. With every anguished wail, you reveal who and what you really are, for more of us to see.

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Achilles heels

Walsh invokes the classics:

The masked fascist thugs who ludicrously call themselves “Antifa,” routinely attack public gatherings, and Left wingers sporting “Say No to Hate” t-shirts scream at the sky at the very thought of Trump and his policies. Not since the 1960s have we witnessed such a public breakdown in moral and psychological order.

But even back then, there was the fig leaf of “protest.” The students who assaulted the Democratic National Convention in 1968 could pretend they were protesting the Vietnam War, and the complicity of the Johnson Administration’s vice president, Hubert Humphrey, in it. The riots in major American cities in this period could be attributed to black Americans’ frustration over police practices, and their impatience with the slow pace of social change. And everybody still feigned a belief in America—imperfect, perhaps, but still capable of self-reflection and a determination to do better.

Today, not so much. Socialism is now openly a goal of the political Left, mostly mouthed by small children at the behest of their red-diaper baby grandparents. Calls for violent revolution are treated by the press as perfectly reasonable reactions to the 2016 election, and of course #TheResistance has only been emboldened by its media cheering section as it seeks to plant the notion, by means most foul, that they “wuz robbed” of an election they thought they had in the bag.

What besides a profound, educationally inculcated, and emotionally juvenile hatred for the United States motivates them to such paroxysms of hysteria? For the fastidious collaborationists known as the #NeverTrumpumpkins, they are personally offended by the president’s sometimes boorish behavior and have had their skirts ruffled by his flouting of what they consider to be the sacred rules, precepts, and preenciples of “The Conservative Movement.” In reality, however, most of them are simply returning to their roots as Democrats, their brief sojourn on the Right more an alliance of convenience than one of genuine principles.

On the broader Left, their rage, like that of Achilles, has to do with death—the death of the “dream” Ted Kennedy articulated when, his personal reverie of becoming president of the United States having come a cropper, he delivered himself of these lines: “For me, a few hours ago, this campaign came to an end. For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.”

But the “dream”—a nightmare to most real Americans—is dying, and they know it.

It was a dream of statist control, run by experts in Washington, and brooking only token opposition from the Vichycons across the aisle. It was a dream of “fundamental transformation” of the most intimate and personal areas of our lives, including the very nature of sex. It was a New Luddite dream of zero carbon emissions, technological water-treading (except in pacifying personal electronics), and the destruction of national sovereignty.

The Obama Administration represented the high-water mark of the leftist floodtide, at least during this generation’s flood season. They thought that the eight years of misery America had already endured under the Punahou Kid’s malignant stewardship would be capped and cemented by the four-to-eight-year reign of the Dowager Empress of Chappaqua, after which the deplorable country formerly known as “America” would have no hope of recovery. And when it didn’t happen, when 63 million of their formerly fellow Americans rose up and stopped Hillary cold in the Electoral College, they lost their minds in an Achillean rage that continues to this moment and is, if anything, intensifying as it reaches its climactic breakdown.

When it comes to insanity and rage, I’m afraid we ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

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The last word on McCain

No really, I mean it this time. Although this one is more about Trump than McStain, actually.

MSNBC anchor Katy Tur is angry at you.

“Last week was a tidal wave of bad news for this presidency and this president, and his approval rating stayed the same. So I wonder — I mean, if that’s not going to move the needle, is this John McCain thing going to move the needle?” Tur said during an on-air breakdown worthy of Martha Raddatz.

“And forgive me for being skeptical because I was under the impression, as was most people, that when Donald Trump came out and said he wasn’t a war hero — he likes the guys that don’t get caught — back in 2015, that people would care. And when I went out and I talked to Republican voters, they didn’t care at all.”

Gee, how dare people not react the way she predicted. How dare we reject the media’s attempts to frame President Trump.

“Eighty-eight percent of Republicans still support him — 88 percent. I’m sorry, I just — I start to wonder when we have these conversations and we say, ‘Well, this is going to be the breaking point,’ I wonder if there is a breaking point. I wonder if enough people in this country find the actions and the behavior repulsive enough to want to change what’s going on,” Tur said.

There is no breaking point. None. The media cannot break the bond between the man and his supporters.

Bingo, nailed it in one.

In the old days, they could. Republicans have a long history of sacrificing candidates at the altar of appeasement over one of these media-driven fake scandals.

Then came Obama. His political mentor was an unrepentant terrorist. His religious mentor — the man he dedicated his book “The Audacity of Hope” to — said America deserved 9/11.

Most of the media didn’t care.

Why should we care if President Trump said something the media doesn’t like?

The media has fouled itself out; it is the boy who cried wolf.

While the media pitched Fake News about Russia, the economy caught fire, North Korea gave up its nukes, and the War on Terrorism seems over.

The media abused its power — and lost that power.

And they still just don’t get it, and can’t get over it.

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Where’s MY white privilege, dammit?

Self-loathing is an essential—perhaps THE essential—component driving the modern liberal psyche.

The concept of ‘white privilege’ was popularized by Peggy McIntosh in a 1989 paper written at Harvard University and titled, “White Privilege: Unpacking The Invisible Knapsack.” It was written as a personal, experiential essay, and it details 26 ways in which McIntosh’s skin color has been decisive in determining her life outcomes. This hugely influential paper has been responsible for the subsequent proliferation of a rigidly enforced theory of privilege throughout social movements and university classrooms. So central has this doctrine become to progressive politics, pedagogy, and activism, that to even question its validity is to invite the inquisitorial wrath of ‘social justice’ radicals. But it is for this very reason that it is important to subject McIntosh’s ideas to scrutiny. So let us return to the source and to first principles and unpack Peggy McIntosh’s knapsack…

Follows, a close examination of the tremendously large silver spoon ensconced in the gormless nitwit’s mouth from birth, a matter far more of wealth, social position, and access to a network of lofty connections than of race. She doesn’t seem interested in groveling apologetically for those things, oddly enough.

In other words, Peggy McIntosh was born into the very cream of America’s aristocratic elite, and has remained ensconced there ever since. Her ‘experiential’ list enumerating the ways in which she benefits from being born with white skin simply confuses racial privilege with the financial advantages she has always been fortunate enough to enjoy. Many of her points are demonstrably economic. One is left to wonder why, given her stated conviction that she has unfairly benefited from her skin color, there seems to be no record of her involvement in any charity or civil rights work. If she did take to the streets in support of some cause or other, she left no trace that I can see. Nor, as far as I can tell, has she spent any time teaching the underprivileged or working directly to better anyone’s condition but her own. Instead, she has contented herself with a generous six figure salary, and has not shown any particular eagerness to hand her position over to a more deserving person of color.

Very few of the people reading this article—whatever the color of their skin—will have even the vaguest idea of the comfort and privilege in which Peggy McIntosh grew up and to which she has since become accustomed. Nor will we have access to the world of opportunities that she has been fortunate enough to enjoy. But even though the lifetime of privilege McIntosh has experienced is almost certainly due to her wealth and not the colour of her skin, she nevertheless found a way to share this irksome burden with the illiterate children of Kentucky coal miners, the hopeless peasants of the Appalachians, poor single mothers struggling to make ends meet on welfare, and the vast majority of whites in the United States and throughout the world who never had the chance to attend Radcliffe or Harvard. She simply reclassified her manifest economic advantage as racial privilege and then dumped this newly discovered original sin onto every person who happens to share her skin color. Without, of course, actually redistributing any of the wealth that, by her own account, she had done nothing to deserve.

All of which means that pretty much anything you read about ‘white privilege’ is traceable to an ‘experiential’ essay written by a woman who benefitted from massive wealth, a panoply of aristocratic connections, and absolutely no self-awareness whatsoever. This alone calls into question the seriousness and scholarly validity of the derivative works, since they are all the fruit of a poisonous tree. But McIntosh’s hypothesis was eagerly embraced nonetheless, because it served a particular purpose—it helped to mainstream a bitter zero-sum politics of guilt and identity. This dark epistemology has quietly percolated through the universities and the wider culture for two decades now. It has had the effect of draining attention from a massive and growing wealth gap and it has pitted the poor against one another in public spectacles of acrimony and even violence. Even so, it was readily embraced by progressively-minded professors who might otherwise have had trouble squaring their thirst for social justice with their high six figure salaries. In the last decade, this dogma has come screaming out of the nation’s august halls of learning and into mainstream civil discourse (although to call most of what passes for discourse today ‘civil’ somewhat labours the definition). And, still, we are endlessly and forcefully reminded that to question this concept in any way is, in and of itself, racist.

That’s probably enough excerpting; it’s a deep, well-conceived and crafted piece which goes into some unexpected places and is deserving of a read in full. Good comments, too.

McIntosh’s unwelcome gift of the burden of her own misguided guilt, neurosis, and self-flagellation is one the world could have done without. Whatever happened to the notion of a becoming sense of gratitude, responsibility, and noblesse oblige as an accompaniment to the good fortune of being born into a life of wealth and privilege, anyway?

If we’re all going to have to shoulder the load of stupid PC-Progtard angst, though, I’m gonna have to insist that they lay off their damned appropriation of my culture: “The Language Police Want Y’all to Adopt the Gender-Neutral, Non-Sexist ‘Y’all’.” Help, help, I’ve been microaggressed!

Seriously, though, the idea of sensible people “uniting” with such useless skinbags for any purpose at all seems fanciful beyond even the wildest science-fiction these days. Not even something as cataclysmic as the events in John Ringo’s Posleen War series could do it, seems to me. I know that whenever a gaggle of ’em goes out to attempt a “dialogue” with the Posleen in hopes of finding a “peaceful resolution of our differences,” “compromise,” and “reconciliation” with them—and you know damned well they would—I won’t be making any attempts to talk ’em out of it.

(Via KT)

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Sympathy: limited

More cheese to go with all that whine, stat!

The media keeps claiming that President Trump is encouraging violence against them. But the media are not the true victims here, and they will largely have themselves to blame if violence does befall them.

Talking about Trump, MSNBC’s Katy Tur said last Friday: “Yeah, we get it, you don’t like us. Fine. But do you have to put our lives in danger?”

The New York Times’s Bret Stephens even wrote a piece over the weekend titled: “Trump will have Blood on His Hands.”

“I warned that this inflammatory language [by Trump] is contributing to a rise in threats against journalists and will lead to violence,” said New York Times publisher A.G. Sulzberger. CNN’s Jim Acosta echoed that warning: “I’m very worried that the hostility whipped up by Trump and some in the conservative media will result in somebody getting hurt.”

The solution, of course, is very simple: they can stop being out-and-out Democrat-Socialist propagandists and start working as actual journalists. Unfortunately, that appears to be another of those jobs Americans, or American liberals at any rate, just won’t do. But Lott has another angle to cover here:

Mass public shooters may begin to realize that shooting up a liberal media outlet would create a publicity firestorm. These shooters crave attention and pick targets where they can cause maximum casualties and gain maximum notoriety. Let’s hope that people don’t get to thinking that killing people in the media is a special ticket to notoriety.

Of course, this is no different than the impact that the media has on these attacks by continually mentioning these killer’s names.

Reporters decried the Capitol Gazette shooting as “one of the deadliest attacks on journalists in US history” and said it “may be the worst mass shooting of journalists in the country.” While understandable from the media’s perspective, giving so much excited coverage creates an incentive for someone else to come along and try to cause an even bigger sensation.

Compare for a moment the news coverage given to the Republican congressmen who were shot at last summer or the threats of violence against the daughters of Congressmen Jason Lewis (R-MN) or Lee Zeldin (R-NY) with the coverage that the media gives to vague threats of violence against them. In Lewis’s case, the threats against his daughters came immediately after completely dishonest attacks by CNN and others in the media that he was disappointed that he could no longer call women “sluts.”

If you were a killer who craved attention, who would you attack? A Republican congressman or someone in the media?

There is surely no symmetry here. The media doesn’t acknowledge any responsibility for threats on congressmen and the attack on Republican congressmen last year.

There was also no similar mainstream media outrage when President Obama accused Fox News of being “destructive” to the country or said that his administration needed to “pretend” that Fox is a “legitimate news organization.” The Obama administration even spied on Fox News reporter James Rosen and also CBS reporter Sharyl Attkisson. But the mainstream media acted like it was Fox News’s fault for being in Obama’s crosshairs and they ignored Attkisson’s case.

Obama expected the mainstream media to be nice to him. In 2008, he kicked newspaper reporters from the Dallas Morning News, New York Post, and Washington Times off his campaign plane because their coverage wasn’t favorable enough.

Obama could have clapped half of the whores of the White House press brothel in irons and tossed them into a dungeon and the rest of them would have gone right on fellating him just as enthusiastically as before.

With the mainstream media’s constant false claims about supposed lies by Trump (see here, here, here, here, here, and here) and the frequent allegations that he is a racist, one can only marvel at the media’s self righteousness and thin skin. Many reporters have made it their jobs to lie about Trump, and when he calls them out for it they accuse him of endangering their lives.

Last I looked, I saw no mention whatever in the Constitution of any right to constantly, relentlessly lie about a sitting President in the hope of bringing him down or making it impossible for him to govern according to the will of the people as expressed by their having elected him. Nor do I recollect any right to pose as impartial reporters of the day’s news while acting as shills and cheerleaders for one party.

When Trump calls the media out for being exactly what they are, we Normals out here in bitter-clingerland enjoy it tremendously and consider it no more than their due. Then, when the pompous blowhards tremble and quake in fear, whining about being “endangered” after having shamelessly encouraged hatred and violence against us for so long, we find it amusing.

Somehow, I seem to recall an old saw about the inadvisability of sowing the wind, as well as the unpleasant consequences of having gone aheand and done so anyway. Maybe some shitlib journo-hack could look that one up for us sometime, in between bouts of making stuff up about Trump, then jizzing himself over the weekly “OH, WE GOT HIM NOW!!!” ploy. Failing that, we can all just sit back and watch as certain chickens come home to roost.

Frankly, if anybody’s ass just HAS to be beaten and/or shot, I’d just as soon it be them instead of us for a change.

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Piling on

Even Klavan—no Trump guy, he—can’t resist batting the squeaky little cat toy around a bit.

New York Times Publisher A.G. Sulzberger says he told Trump his anti-press rhetoric could lead to violence. But the media’s anti-Trump rhetoric already has led to violence: public officials rat-packed and bullied, Trump supporters harassed, White House spokes-lady Sarah Sanders having to live under guard. And yet when Sanders pointed this out to Look-At-Me-I’m-Jim Acosta, Acosta stormed out of the room. Hell, if he doesn’t want to hear the truth, he could just stay home and watch CNN.

What’s also appalling is that reporters answered Sanders by reminding her of the tragic shooting of journalists in Maryland. But that had nothing to do with Trump. It was the personal grudge of a madman. Even when these knuckleheads are protesting being called Fake News, they are purveying Fake News. Remarkable.

But most remarkable is this: the media seems to take no responsibility for the anger in the country. Not once — not one time — have I seen a reporter come onscreen and say, “Hey, you know what, maybe we are biased. Maybe we haven’t listened. Maybe we have been arrogant and insulting. Maybe we do bear some responsibility for the anger against us.”

When Muslim extremists destroyed the World Trade Center, David Letterman and others among the chattering classes went on TV and wondered: “Why do they hate us?” But they can’t take the time to ask the same question about their fellow citizens. The Islamists are murdering pigs. Who cares why they hate us? These Trump supporters are just ordinary folks. If they were screaming at me, I’d do a moral inventory on myself before blaming them.

Yeah, but see, you have at least a modicum of good sense and humility, Andrew. Which makes for a pretty stark contrast with those shitbirds.

Update! Walsh also puts the boot in:

The old journalistic ladder looked something like this: a year or so on the police beat in Dubuque, followed by a stint covering the local county and perhaps federal courts for a newspaper in Portland, and then, if the reporter was able enough, a job on one of the big-city papers in New York, Chicago, or Los Angeles. Not every piece had to have a political angle; not every lede needed to include a slighting reference to the president of the United States; not every opening graf needed to mischaracterize or refute the Republican/conservative position on any given topic. In fact, attitudinizing was strictly forbidden: it was talent that mattered, not the correct opinions.

Now the White House beat has become an entry-level reporting job, in the course of which the callowest of youths, or the most airheaded among the former beauty queens, can sass the objects of their coverage, mock them, call them liars, and generally act out in public. (Yes, Jim Acosta, we’re talking about you.)

This constant irruption of mindless prattle might be amusing were it not such a terrible commentary on the state of “journalism” today. And when the tables are turned, and the public gives the reporters a taste of their own crude hostility, the media freaks out and, of course, blames Trump, falsely claiming that a little civilian pushback against a group of people who openly despise them is somehow a direct threat to the First Amendment and might even get some reporters killed. The fact that, as far as I know, there has never been a single pampered White House correspondent killed in the line of duty, not only never seems to pierce the veil of their heroic fantasies, but it also dishonors the many great reporters who actually did die for their profession, among them Mark Kellogg (who died at the Little Bighorn with Custer) and Ernie Pyle, killed at Okinawa in 1945.

There’s precious little they don’t dishonor.

Updated update! OHH, talk about piling on!


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Courtesy of WRSA.

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Acosta doubles down

And steps in it again.


The truth IS prevailing, Jimmy boy. That’s what’s happening right now…and it’s driven your side right into daylight barking madness.

Pro tip: you and your faux-journalist ilk aren’t supposed to even HAVE a side, Jimbo. But you do, and we all know you do. Hannity gets the last word:


Bang fucking ZOOM.

(Via Breitbart)

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LOSING!

So how’s it all working out for the Coup Cucks Clan, The Batshit Left, the Democrat Socialist ProPols, the Vichy GOPe, David French, and assorted other Ruling Class #NeverTrumpTards?

They’re all rooting for Trump to fail.

But a funny thing is happening. Even though everyone seems to hate Trump … they don’t. In the midst of all this hate, Trump’s popularity is expanding and exploding upward.

First, the NBC/Wall Street Journal poll came out last week. Trump’s approval is the highest of his presidency. Among members of his own party, it’s the second-highest in history. Trump beats Reagan, Obama, JFK and Bill Clinton among voters from their own party.

Then the Gallup poll came out. Same result. Trump’s highest approval ever.

Then the American Barometer poll by HarrisX came out. Same result. Trump’s highest approval ever.

All of these polls came out after the Helsinki Summit. After a nonstop media blitz about Michael Cohen’s tape recordings of Trump’s supposed misdeeds.

After images of children separated from mothers and critics comparing Trump’s border policy to a Nazi initiative. After pundits panned Trump’s Russia performance and called for impeachment.

In the aftermath of all that, the highest approval ever for Trump.

And only then did the great news come rolling in. Trump beat NATO. It capitulated and agreed to spend $33 billion more. Trump beat the European Union. It capitulated and agreed to concessions on soybeans, energy and tariffs. Trump beat North Korea. Kim Jong Un turned over the remains of 55 U.S. heroes missing since the Korean War.

Trump is on his way to a Nobel Peace Prize.

And then the best news of all: Gross domestic product growth is 4.1 percent, the fastest in years. The second-highest since 2003. The Trump economy is in overdrive. And we’re just getting started.

I’d dearly love to include Root’s heartwarming final ‘graphs in this excerpt too, and very nearly did. But what the hell, I gotta leave something for you guys to click over and read. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.

Update! Certainties, walls, nooses, and fairy tales.

Trump-is-doomed stories are one of the media’s favorite fairy tales. Remember when you saw “Peter Pan” when you were 4 and you actually thought that clapping for Tinkerbell would bring her back to life? Pundits think that if they cheer loudly enough for Trump to get eighty-sixed, it’ll happen. His (first?) term in office is more than a third over, and the Very Serious Commentators have been ushering him out the door the entire time. Or at least they’ve been trying to. It turns out that Trump doesn’t pay a lot of attention to the usher-pundits.

Read all of this one too—and laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh.

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Hysteri-cal

The Trump Death Toll continues to mount.

Trump’s death toll is staggering. It’s one genocide after another — net neutrality, tax cuts, pulling out of the Paris “climate accords,” Brett Kavanaugh, the Muslim travel ban, ripping children from their mothers’ arms, etc., etc.

Who knew that full employment, a roaring economy and the destruction of ISIS could lead to the premature deaths of tens of millions of Democrats? But that’s what they’re saying on social — or should I say anti-social — media.

I just stumbled across a Twitter thread in which assorted moonbats are commiserating with one another over the assorted epidemics that have apparently devastated the non-working classes since Nov. 8, 2016.

It’s amazing there’s anyone even left alive to cash their trust-fund checks in places like Nantucket and Northampton, the plague is so pervasive.

Perhaps you’ve heard of the “freshman 15” — the fact that kids going off to college often put on weight. Now I read that physicians have isolated a new outbreak of obesity.

A woman named Catherine tweeted, “My doctor said, ‘Oh, I see you’ve gained the Trump 20.”

In other words, across the land, menopausal women in pink hats are having this conversation with their spouses: “Honey, does this president make my rear end look fat?”

Follows, a whole litany of syndromes, pathologies, and complaints declared by shrieking moonbats because they lost a damned election. Strangely, it doesn’t seem to have occurred to a single one of them that the real problem just might be that they’re simply neurotic, obssessive, whiny sore-losers. But it ought to.

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Tired of all the winning yet?

From his lips to God’s ears.

GRANITE CITY — Donald Trump is a charming man, and people like him.

Up in Chicago we forget that. Between the attacks on immigrants, on Democrats, on the press, and the FBI, and the Justice department…well, the list goes on and on, doesn’t it? We see the damage, to our institutions, to our social fabric, our nation’s reputation, to groups and individuals, and assume he’s a reviled figure, ripe to be driven from office.

He hasn’t attacked “immigrants,” bub; it’s illegal aliens—criminals, border jumpers who flout our laws and take advantage of the American welfare state—he’s gone after, and rightly so. As for Democrat Socialists, the press, the FBI, et al, sure he has…but they all attacked him first—fraudulently, dishonestly, shamelessly, under false pretenses, in an outrageous attempt at overthrowing the duly-elected President.

Their problem is really that he hasn’t just folded up like a cheap accordion and begged their forgiveness, like they’re long accustomed to from Republicans. THAT’S what really frosts ’em. The rest of the paragraph is just the usual shitlib horseshit and hysteria, after which we finally get to the good stuff.

Not true. Not down here, at U.S. Steel’s sprawling works, Trump embraces and is in turn embraced.

“The moment of a lifetime,” said millwright Earl Evans, one of about 400 workers who came in on their own time to hear the president speak. “Finally someone doing something for America.”

No foolin’ there, buddy.

Before going, I felt squeamish at being in the crowd scene at a party for the man who kicked open the Pandora’s box of American fears. Almost afraid. But hearing him, I better understood his appeal. He has a vulnerable charm, at times a humanity.  He pandered shamelessly to his audience.

“We need steel,” he said. “We need steel plants. And to see an old, big monster plant like this re-opening — that is an honor. I look at the faces of you people; I could be one of you. I like you guys. I could be one of you.”

That struck me as either sincere or an amazing facsimile. The workers, for their part, couldn’t give him a standing ovation because they never sat down.

I left the hall thinking: Donald Trump is going to be re-elected in 2020. The Democrats don’t have anyone who can touch him. Bank on it. Don’t hate me for being the one to tell you.

No problem, Poindexter. Of course, I’m sure you’ll consider it fine to hate us for being the ones who make it happen. But that’s okay too; it ain’t as if we give a damn anymore what you think or who you hate anyway.

(Via Ed and Newsalert)

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Trump babies

London Squalling.

The “Trump Baby” balloon was the most visible symbol of the days-long diarrhea fest that the haggard and perpetually sourpussed English left dubbed a “carnival of resistance” shat out in petulant protest of the fact that the world’s most powerful man would even DARE to set foot in their resolutely suicidal nation. London’s Muslim Mayor Sadiq Khan temporarily refrained from jailing indigenous Britons for saying unkind things about immigrants on Facebook to OK a permit for the Trump Baby to float, because after all it was a “free speech” issue, and he’d never think of standing in the way of free speech.

“We realized the only way to get at him was to ridicule him,” said one of the Trump Baby’s creators Max Wakefield.

Has Max ever pulled his head out of his rectum long enough to realize they’ve been ridiculing him at maximum intensity for three years and he hasn’t batted an eyelash? Does Max realize he’s constantly laughing at them while they never stop crying about him? If Trump was the baby they insist he is, do they think he could stand a minute of this shit, much less an incessant hurricane of it? And is Max so bereft of insight that he can’t see what so many others see—that he and his ilk have been publicly losing their minds for three years and predicting all sorts of implausible doomsday scenarios simply because he got elected?

In the days preceding Trump’s first-ever UK visit as president last week, the mentally disorganized and physically inactive community organizers and activists who populate the modern decaying left arranged for at least 60 separate events designed to harass, mock, malign, and dehumanize the president because, well, he harasses, mocks, maligns and dehumanizes everyone and everything that they, in their endless capacity for pious delusion, hold sacred. The pre-visit hysteria was so intense that the US Embassy cautioned American tourists to “exercise caution if unexpectedly in the vicinity of large gatherings that may become violent.”

One of the main events, the Together Against Trump march and rally last Friday, was organized by a group called Stop The War Coalition. According to vice-chairman Chris Nineman, the group’s main aim is “opposing the West.”

Let that sink in for a moment.

No need, really; that much has been disgustingly apparent for all too long now, at least to me. Yet somehow, despite “opposing the West,” not ONE of them seems to be in any great rush to shag their useless asses on off to Cuba, China, Venezuela, or some other commie shithole where they can truly Live The Dream at last. Curious, that.

As has always been the case with Trump, his fiercest critics are merely only projecting their own inner turmoil onto him. Everything they say and do is far more hysterical and childish than anything he’s ever said or done.

So why are they so hysterical if Trump isn’t?

Mostly BECAUSE he isn’t, I’d guess. They can’t touch him; he keeps right on running rings around them, he doesn’t give a tinker’s damn what they think or say, and it’s driven them all crazier’n a shithouse rat.

Again: it would take a heart of stone not to laugh at the miserable tapeworms. And laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

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Open letter

It’s good and all, but the question I keep coming back to is: why bother talking to them at all? It’s not as if they’re A) listening; B) interested; or C) amenable to reason and/or logic.

On November 9, you awoke from a self-induced, eight-year-long political coma to find that White House press secretaries shade the truth and top presidential advisors run political cover for their boss. You were shocked to discover that presidents exaggerate, even lie, on occasion. You became interested for the first time about the travel accommodations, office expenses, and lobbyist pals of administration officials. You started counting how many rounds of golf the president played. You suddenly thought it was fine to mock the first lady now that she wasn’t Michelle Obama. Once you removed your pussy hat after attending the Women’s March, you made fun of Kellyanne Conway’s hair, Sarah Sanders’ weight, Melania Trump’s shoes, Hope Hicks’ death stare; you helped fuel a rumor started by a bottom-feeding author that U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley slept with Donald Trump. You thought it was A-OK that Betsy DeVos was nearly physically assaulted and routinely heckled. You glorified a woman who has sex on camera for a paycheck.

You have learned all kinds of new things that those of us who didn’t willfully ignore politics for the past eight years already knew. For example, we already knew that illegal immigrants were being deported and families were being separated.

Some of your behavior has been kinda cute. It was endearing to watch you become experts on the Logan Act, the Hatch Act, the Second Amendment, the 25th Amendment, and the Emoluments Clause. You developed a new crush on Mitt Romney after calling him a “sexist” for having “binders full of women.” You longed for a redux of the presidency of George W. Bush, a man you once wanted imprisoned for war crimes. Ditto for John McCain. You embraced people like Bill Kristol and David Frum without knowing anything about their histories of shotgunning the Iraq War.

Classified emails shared by Hillary Clinton? Who cares! Devin Nunes wanting to declassify crucial information of the public interest? Traitor! But your newfound admiration and fealty to law enforcement really has been a fascinating transformation. Wasn’t it just last fall that I saw you loudly supporting professional athletes who were protesting police brutality by kneeling during the national anthem? Remember how you fanboyed a mediocre quarterback for wearing socks that depicted cops as pigs?

But now you sound like paid spokesmen for the Fraternal Order of Police.

In lieu of further comment, I’ll limit myself to dittoing CH: “I have nothing to add. This was a beautiful ray of truth from Julie Kelly, piercing a veil of shitlib lies, distortions, and delusions.

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Dopes

What happens when conventional wisdom…isn’t? When the supposed experts…aren’t?

It really is quite simple. Everyone is smart except Donald J. Trump. That’s why they all are billionaires and all got elected President. Only Trump does not know what he is doing. Only Trump does not know how to negotiate with Vladimir Putin. Anderson Cooper knows how to stand up to Putin. The whole crowd at MSNBC does. All the journalists do.

They could not stand up to Matt Lauer at NBC. They could not stand up to Charlie Rose at CBS. They could not stand up to Mark Halperin at NBC. Nor up to Leon Wieseltier at the New Republic, nor Jann Wenner at Rolling Stone, nor Michael Oreskes at NPR, at the New York Times, or at the Associated Press. But — oh, wow! — can they ever stand up to Putin! Only Trump is incapable of negotiating with the Russian tyrant.

Remember the four years when Anderson Cooper was President of the United States? And before that — when the entire Washington Post editorial staff jointly were elected to be President? Remember? Neither do I.

*Shudder*

Trump’s voters get him because not only is he we, but we are he. We were not snowflaked-for-life by effete professors who themselves never had negotiated tough life-or-death serious deals. Instead we live in the real world, and we know how that works. Not based on social science theories, not based on “conceptual negotiating models.” But based on the people we have met over life and always will hate. That worst boss we ever had. The coworker who tried to sabotage us. We know the sons of bums whom we survived, the dastardly types who are out there, and we learned from those experiences how to deal with them. We won’t have John Kerry soothe us by having James Taylor sing “You’ve Got a Friend” carols.

The Bushes got us into all kinds of messes. The first one killed the economic miracle that Reagan had fashioned. The second one screwed up the Middle East, where Iraq and Iran beautifully were engaged in killing each other for years, and he got us mired into the middle of the muddle. Clinton was too busy with Monica Lewinsky to protect us from Osama bin Laden when we had him in our sights. Hillary gave us Benghazi and more. And Obama and Kerry gave us the Iran Deal, ISIS run amok, America in retreat. All to the daily praise of a media who now attack Trump every minute of every day.

Fischer then gets down to specifics—and it’s mighty good stuff, too—before laying down the bottom line:

At the end of the day, Donald Trump is over seventy years old. He has made many mistakes in his life. He still makes some. He is human. But Trump likewise has spent three score and a dozen years learning. He has seen some of his businesses go bankrupt, and he has learned from those experiences to be a billionaire and not let it happen again. No doubt that he has been fooled, outsmarted in years past. And he has learned from life.

He is a tough and smart negotiator. He sizes up his opponent, and he knows that the approach that works best for one is not the same as for another. It does not matter what he says publicly about his negotiating opponent. What matters is what results months later. In his first eighteen months in Washington, this man has turned around the American economy, brought us near full employment, reduced the welfare and food stamp lines, wiped out ISIS in Raqqa, moved America’s Israel embassy to Jerusalem, successfully has launched massive deregulation of the economy, has opened oil exploration in ANWR, is rebuilding the military massively, has walked out of the useless Paris Climate Accords that were negotiated by America’s amateurs who always get snookered, canned the disastrous Iran Deal, exited the bogus United Nations Human Rights Council. He has Canada and Mexico convinced he will walk out of NAFTA if they do not pony up, and he has the Europeans convinced he will walk out of NATO if they don’t stop being the cheap and lazy parasitic penny-pinchers they are. He has slashed income taxes, expanded legal protections for college students falsely accused of crimes, has taken real steps to protect religious freedoms and liberties promised in the First Amendment, boldly has taken on the lyme-disease-quality of a legislative mess that he inherited from Reagan-Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama on immigration, and has appointed a steady line of remarkably brilliant conservative federal judges to sit on the district courts, the circuit appellate courts, and the Supreme Court.

What has Anderson Cooper achieved during that period? Jim Acosta or the editorial staffs of the New York Times and Washington Post?

Well, they’ve managed some record-setting sniveling and whining, the pissant little bitches—all the more desolated because they know the real Americans they loathe just aren’t listening anymore, and Trump doesn’t give a single shit about them either.

Update! Codevilla scores the Putin meet:

The high professional quality of Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin’s performance at their Monday press conference in Helsinki contrasts sharply with the obloquy by which the bipartisan U.S. ruling class showcases its willful incompetence.

Though I voted for Trump, I’ve never been a fan of his and I am not one now. But, having taught diplomacy for many years, I would choose the Trump-Putin press conference as an exemplar of how these things should be done. Both spoke with the frankness and specificity of serious business. This performance rates an A+.

For serious analysis of serious matters, I’ll take Codevilla over blow-dried buffoons like Acosta and Cooper six days a week, and twice on Sunday.

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Tweet of the century

No, really.



Via WRSA.

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Polemic made easy

It’s getting mighty hard to parody them, but Surber just made a damned fine job of it.

Writing newspaper editorials is an exercise in exasperating futility. They have scant impact. 243 newspapers endorsed Hillary. 20 endorsed Donald John Trump. Who won?

To those still laboring at a craft that last had impact in the 19th century, I draw upon my 27 years of experience to offer this generic editorial on whomever President Trump nominates for the Supreme Court.

You may cut and paste it, and your boss will not notice the difference.

The Senate Must Reject This Monster

President Trump — a vain, deranged, and impulsive man elected by Russia and not a majority of Americans — has nominated the worst judicial candidate since Roger Brooke Taney, the chief justice who authored the Dred Scott decision. [Nominee’s name] may be worse. Not only does [he or she] view African-Americans as chattel, but women as second-class citizens!

Most Republicans want to return America to the oppressive and conformist days of the 1950s when everyone had a job instead of welfare!

President Trump has nominated a person who wants to return to the slave days of 1850s!

This would be Armageddon for our Constitution. Women would be forced to seek reproduction freedom from back-alley butchers again. Republicans would bar minorities and millennials from voting. People would be allowed to own as many guns as they like without registering them; vaginas would be more regulated than assault weapons!

They’re so comically predictable by now it pretty much writes itself, in a way. And damned if I didn’t just realize that Surber isn’t in Ye Old Blogrolle, which I remedied with a quickness. I really need to give that thing a good going-over soon.

Dream a little dream update! Elsewhere Surber explores a topic I mentioned here not long ago myself, but in much greater detail than I did.

In addition to being an obscene poison pen writer, Kevin D. Williamson is sloppy. He penned an ode to Harley-Davidson because it is standing up to “The Man” by shipping more production overseas to protest President Trump’s tariffs.

Williamson missed the real story. Harley-Davidson owes its existence to tariffs imposed by President Reagan in 1983. Ingratitude is hard to see when you are a Never Trumper basking in the glow of conservative victories that President Trump earned.

Harley now has plants all over the world. Harley, Williamson and the National Review ignored Reagan’s actions and words. They bet against America. They call it free trade, but given the low wages paid in Thailand, where Harley is building a plant, maybe we should call it slave trade.

Williamson wrote, “unilateral free trade is an idea far too radical for our current timid national mood.”

Unilateral free trade is economic euthanasia.

“Free trade” is a chimera, a unicorn. As long as there are nation-states with governments pursuing competing interests, it will not exist—it cannot exist.

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NOT FAIR!

Ahh, the sweet, sweet music of liberal shrieks of agony.

What a letdown – you libs were totally promised that you and your elite cohort would rule forever, unchallenged, over the filthy hordes infesting America’s non-coastal regions, and then all of a sudden those nasty Normals got militant and elected Donald Trump. It’s not fair, damnit! And it just gets worse and worse as things in America, under Trump, get better and better.

Never have so many been so angry about so little bad news. With nothing real to complain about, they have to hype every silly little thing to the point where they are screeching “Nazi!” at you while you are trying to gnaw on a Quarter Pounder.

Oh, there’s plenty of big talk among Dems and their media Schumer-sniffers about the onrushing blue wave, but where is this wave? Where is it hiding? Where is there any indication that the people who elected Trump are going to say “Yeah, I like the tax cuts and the booming economy and beating ISIS and my kid not having to fight street-to-street in Seoul and the crackdown on illegals and the conservative judges and Trump generally not taking guff from liberals and their media pets, but I’ve suddenly just realized that Trump can be mean sometimes so I’ll vote for Democrat guy who wants to help Pelosi take my guns, import MS-13 into my neighborhood, and then pester me at the Arby’s.”

Where is someone saying that? Where?

Just look how unhappy the libs are. It’s all outrage, all the time. You can’t be happy if you are constantly agitated. It’s unhealthy. It makes you look like a wacko. Yet they go nuts on social media, they go nuts at awards shows, and they go nuts when conservatives are trying to scarf down some tacos. If you are always going nuts, maybe that’s an indicator that you are nuts.

Reminds me of a line from Moscow On The Hudson, spoken to Vladimir by a neighbor who had just been released from a Soviet insane asylum: if I really WAS crazy, how would I know?

Nope, STILL not sick of all the winning yet. More, please.

Update! Life in an alternate universe would seem to be quite unpleasant.

Let’s walk through the claims. First, “Trump is a Nazi.”

Nazism was extreme nationalism that exterminated anyone who was not “German” in areas that Germany controlled under the Third Reich. Six and a half million people – Jews and Gypsies — were killed to achieve lebensraum, with a “master race” theory at the center of the program. Trump has not proposed killing anyone.

“He wants no judicial process.”

This “authoritarian” President sat quietly for the year and a half that it took for the Supreme Court to finally dismiss the legal opposition to his national security travel restrictions. This involved multiple courts and three cycles of opposition. I’d think an authoritarian would simply take up a pen and a phone to do whatever he wanted.

“He kidnapped children…”
This is a complete fabrication. But when did the left care about truth? After all, in their postmodern philosophical world, truth is simply a social construct, with no further importance. Therefore, they can make this truth claim and it cannot be rebutted.

But in fact, for the minority of illegal alien children in ICE custody who were actually accompanied by their parents, the law required that they be separated after twenty days. If you are wondering about that, look up the Flores Consent Order. Trump has directed the Department of Justice to take that back to Court. Oh wait…that can’t be true. Trump “wants no judicial process.”

“…his racist views.”

This is a real head scratcher. It has been thrown at Trump from day one, but there has never been a single bit of evidence to support it. The best anyone can come up with is his comment that there were “good people on both sides” at the Charlottesville riot. I could argue that he was wrong on both sides. But the left screams that he was supporting the white racists. This is the same claim they made when he didn’t disavow David Duke fast enough. Of course, the fact that he had disavowed David Duke long before the left got upset didn’t matter. The disavowal didn’t exist in their universe.

Why bother pointing all this out? Most thinking people realize that the Left is in an alternate universe that touches reality only at the point of violence. But does the left recognize it’s in that alternate universe? The results of the Democrat primary in the NY14 Congressional District imply that they do not. An avowed socialist who wants to do away with borders, supply womb-to-the-tomb government health care, and God-knows-what other unachievable giveaways defeated a ten-term incumbent by double digits.

The far-left universe is not only removed from reality in terms of the reality of who our President is, they are removed from the reality of who Trump’s supporters are. Because we support this “evil” person, we are similarly evil. Their problem is, to paraphrase Jonathan Haidt, an inability to understand that someone who sees things differently from them is fully human. This is a prescription for electoral disaster.

Well, in a sane country, sure. We’ll learn soon enough whether or not we’re living in one, I guess.

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Morning in America!

A brand new day, a brand new way.

The early years of the Trump administration have seen both the worst and the best of the judiciary. Federal judges joined the leftist resistance by seizing the power to decide everything from immigration policy down to whom the President of the United States can block on Twitter. These decisions weren’t just power grabs, they ignored basic law and precedent, and not to mention checks and balances.

The President spent months having his legitimate authority of office crippled while waiting for the Supreme Court to intervene. And sometimes these interventions, as in Trump v. Hawaii, were shockingly narrow. Without Gorsuch, the 5-4 decision, in which the court’s four leftists insisted on denying Trump the authority of his office, would have been the verdict of the Supreme Court and the law of the land.

During the election, Never Trumpers told us that a Republican Senate could check Hillary Clinton. Now, George Will and other GOP defectors insist that the Senate needs to be turned over to the Democrats.

Imagine the Supreme Court with two or three more leftists on it. That would have been the outcome.

And imagine Janus v. AFSCME, Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission, Abbott v. Perez, Jennings v. Rodriguez, Minnesota Voters Alliance v. Mansky, Husted v. A. Philip Randolph Institute, National Institute of Family and Life Advocates v. Becerra, and others coming up under the justices appointed by President Hillary Clinton.

Then ask how anyone who believes those cases involving religious freedom, freedom of speech, and the rights of states should have been decided to the left could possibly claim to be a conservative.

Oh, that’s easy: falsely.

If President Trump had done nothing else, two Supreme Court appointments alone are transformative.

We stand on the threshold of a golden age in conservative jurisprudence. After generations of wandering through a wasteland of judicial activism and unilateral supremacism, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. And so can the left. That is why it is preparing to go to war for Kennedy’s seat.

Trump needs to stand firm, and real Americans need to stand firmly with him. Lefty lunatics are going to go truly berserk over this, and there’s going to be violence from them as a result. Nobody should kid themselves otherwise. Daniel has lots and lots more; read it all, and steel yourselves for real trouble to come.

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