Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

“The Uber of Islamic terrorism”

They’re here, they’re severe, get used to it.

Dismissing the terrorists who have been killing for ISIS in the West as “lone wolves” misses the point.

The Islamic terrorist who goes on a stabbing spree in London or a shooting spree in Orlando is no more a “lone wolf” than an Uber driver who picks up a passenger is just some random eccentric. They’re parts of a distributed network that is deliberately decentralized to better fulfill its central purpose.

CVE and other efforts to tackle “online extremism” fight messaging wars that ignore the demographics. But our targeted strikes on ISIS ignore demographics in the same way. We keep looking at the trees while missing the forest. But the forest is where the trees come from. Muslim terrorists emerge from an Islamic population. They aren’t aberrations. Instead they represent its religious and historic aspirations.

ISIS and Islamic terrorists aren’t going anywhere. Defeating them through patronizing lectures about the peacefulness of Islam, as Obama’s CVE policy proposed to do, was a futile farce. Bombing them temporarily suppresses them as an organized military force, but not their religious and cultural origins.

As long as we go on seeing Islamic terrorism as an aberration that has no connection to the history and religion of Islam, our efforts to defeat it will be pinpricks that treat the symptoms, but not the problem.

Only when we recognize that Islamic terrorism is Islam, that the crimes of ISIS and countless others dating back to Mohammed were committed to achieve the goals of the Islamic population, will we be ready to face the war that we’re in and to defend ourselves against what is to come not just in Iraq or Afghanistan, but in America, Australia, Canada, Europe, India, Israel and everywhere else.

We are not fighting a handful of Islamic terrorists. We are standing in the path of the manifest destiny of Islam. Either that manifest destiny will break against us, as it did at the Gates of Vienna, or it will break us. The attacks were once yearly. Now they are monthly. Soon they will become daily.

Every attack is a pebble in an avalanche. A pebble falls in Brussels, in Fresno, in Dusseldorf, in New York, in Munich, in London, in Garland, in Paris, in Jerusalem, in Mumbai, in Boston and in more places than anyone can count. We are too close to the bloodshed to see the big picture. We only see the smoke and hear the screams. We see the boats bringing armies into Europe. We see refugees fill our airports.

Those are the trees, not the forest: the pebbles, not the avalanche. Those are the battles, not the war.

It’s a war we’re losing, and badly. Not because of them, but because of us.

So two hours after the attack, Governor Cuomo, Mayor de Blasio and other New York bigwigs assembled for the usual press conference to give the usual passive shrug – this is the way we live now, nothing to be done about it, etc, etc. Every so often in New York, as in London as in Stockholm as in Berlin as in Nice as in Brussels as in Paris as in Manchester as in Orlando, your loved one will leave the home and never return because he went to a pop concert or a gay club or a restaurant or an airport, or just strolled the sidewalk or bicycled the bike path. “Allahu Akbar”? That’s Arabic for “Nothing can be done”. So Andrew Cuomo ended with some generic boilerplate about how they’ll never change us:

We go forward together. And we go forward stronger than ever. We’re not going to let them win…We’ll go about our business. Be New Yorkers. Live your life. Don’t let them change us.

But they are changing us. I’ve written before about what I’ve called the Bollardization of the Western World: the open, public areas of free cities are being fenced in by bollards, as, for example, German downtowns were after the Berlin Christmas attack, and London Bridge and Westminster Bridge were after two recent outbreaks of vehicular jihad. This is a huge windfall for bollard manufacturers – Big Bollard – and doubtless it’s a huge boost for the economy, if your town’s nimble enough to approve the new bollard plant on the edge of town, or if your broker is savvy enough to divest your tech stocks and go big on the bollard sector. As I write, Geraldo is on Fox demanding to know why this bike path wasn’t blocked off with concrete barriers.

Why? Why does every public place have to get uglified up just because Geraldo doesn’t want to address the insanity of western immigration policies that day by day advance the interests of an ideology explicitly hostile to our civilization? Instead Geraldo wants to tighten up vehicle rental. Why? Why should you have to lose an extra 15 minutes at an already sclerotic check-in counter because Hertz and Avis and UHaul have to run your name through the No-Rent list? Why should open, free societies become closed, monitored, ugly, cramped and cowering?

And now eight people are dead and dozens more injured – at the hands of a guy who came here in 2010 because he won a Green Card in the so-called “diversity lottery”. Why was that stupid program not suspended on September 12th 2001?

Because even 3,000 dead cannot be allowed to question the virtues of “diversity”. The other day, the Australian government lost its working majority because, thanks to the usual boneheaded jurists, an Aussie-born citizen who chances also to share, say, New Zealand citizenship is deemed to be ineligible to sit in Parliament. [UPDATE: See my note to our Oz commenter below.] Er, okay, whatever. But at the same time we’re assured that an Uzbek or a Somali or a Yemeni becomes a fully functioning citizen of a free, pluralist society simply by setting foot on western soil. That’s not so. And the price of maintaining the delusion is blood on the pavement.

And so, on a buckled, broken bicycle on the Hudson River Greenway, the wheel comes full circle. America and every other major western nation thought the appropriate response to 9/11 was to show how nice we are by dramatically increasing the rate of mass Muslim immigration. Sayfullo Habibullaevic Saipov was among the many beneficiaries of the west’s suicide by virtue-signaling. “Sayfullo” is a Central Asian rendering of “Saifallah” – or “Sword of Allah”. Hmm, what a fascinating name! Do you think whichever brain-dead bureaucrat who gave Sword of Allah’s online Green Card application the once-over (assuming anyone did) so much as gave the name a second glance? And so, because we did not take an act of war seriously in 2001, we are relentlessly harassed and diminished by unending micro-jihad – in Copenhagen, in Toulouse, in San Bernadino, in Calgary, Barcelona, Parsons Green…and now on a bike path 300 feet from where we came in sixteen years ago.

The simple truth is, despite Cuomo’s and Red Bill DeBlahBlahBlahsio’s tepid, meaningless platitudes about how “cowardly” the victorious jihadists are, WE’RE the real cowards. We’re too gutless to call the enemy by his proper name; too contemptuous of and embarrassed by the ahistorical success of our own civilization to bother defending it, too terrified of being called names by the Treasonous Left to keep these villainous savages outside our borders. We’ll far more vigorously defend vacuous, juvenile, and demonstrably false fantasies about “equality” and “diversity” than we will our own homes, families, borders, and fellow Americans.

And yes, that includes all of us, not just the Left and our our panty-soaking “leaders.” How many times have you heard security hawks (yes, me included) talk about how, if our “leaders” won’t do their jobs and defend us, we’ll take matters into our own hands? How many empty threats have we all made about some vague critical mass being reached when all of a sudden we’ll collectively go medieval on the Muslim world, bombing them into oblivion, clamping down on them domestically, even gunning them down whenever they’re seen to make a threatening move against innocent civilians?

None of it ever happens, and none of it ever will. As with tough-guy blabber about a second Civil War, we’re going to go right on talking big as bright red lines are crossed one right after another…and not doing jack shit about any of it. Oh sure, we’ll bluster on our internet forums and blogs, but that’s all we’re ever going to do. Yeah, yeah, “history shows” that the West will eventually rouse itself from its stuporous torpor and rise up against the barbarian onslaught, just as it did at Poitiers and the Gates of Vienna—both of which were a long damned time ago, neither of which the huge majority of effete Western pussies have any knowledge of at all. We’re far more “civilized” than those stout Europeans were then, don’t you know; Western Civ seems to be all out of Charles Martels just at the moment, and we aren’t making any new ones. Even Steyn, astute and historically literate as he is, is guilty of this kind of bootless bluster:

So now eight grieving families and dozens more who’ll be living with horrific injuries for the rest of their lives are told by Cuomo and De Blasio and the rest of the gutless political class behind their security details that there’s nothing to do except to get used to it.

I don’t want to get used to it – and I reiterate my minimum demand of western politicians that I last made after the London Bridge attacks: How many more corpses need to pile up on our streets before you guys decide to stop importing more of it?

The answer is, they will NEVER stop importing more of it; the corpses will go right on piling up, and we already HAVE “gotten used to it.” Which makes the real question: what are you gonna do about it if they don’t? Besides “demand” something your chances of ever getting hover somewhere between “none at all” and “don’t make me laugh”?

The answer to that one is as clear as glass: not one damned thing, that’s what.

I’m no Bill Maher fan by any stretch, but he’s been consistently right about Moslem terrorism pretty much from day one, including a statement from early on that he caught a whole lot of grief for at the time:

Within hours of the attacks, President Bush twice used the c-word to describe the terrorists’ plot. In a statement at an Air Force base in Louisiana, he declared, “Freedom itself was attacked this morning by a faceless coward…Make no mistake: the U.S. will hunt down and punish those responsible for these cowardly acts.”

The House and Senate soon followed suit. A joint resolution passed the next night labeled the suicide hijackings as “heinous and cowardly attacks.”

An alternative view came from Bill Maher, host of the ABC late-night talk show Politically Incorrect. “We have been the cowards, lobbing cruise missiles from 2,000 miles away. That’s cowardly,” Maher said on the show last week. “Staying in the airplane when it hits the building, say what you want about it, it’s not cowardly.”

He was right then, and time has only reinforced the veracity of his views since. A jihadist who launches an attack against his enemies in the full expectation of dying in the commission of his atrocity might be nuts, but a coward he surely ain’t. He is possessed of a moral courage we pampered, weak-kneed Westerners can’t even comprehend anymore, much less match: he has principles which he will willingly, even gladly, lay down his life defending and advancing. We possess nothing of the sort. He will put his body in the line of fire and risk his continued existence for his ideals, hideous as those ideals are; we will condescend only to send our hired soldiers—the last repository of real valor in the West—to patrol Muslim shitholes with empty magazines and don’t-shoot ROEs, and countenance the launch of an occasional ineffectual drone strike from air-conditioned trailers in Oklahoma, call that a “win,” and retire back to our sofas for a little sportsball-watching to recover from our “efforts.”

Every time we hold hands and sing Kumbaya with tears running down our cheeks in the wake of this week’s act of “lone wolf” war, we roll over and show our soft yellow bellies to a vicious and implacable enemy eager to get at them and tear them to pieces, both figuratively and literally. This can only end one way: with what little guts we have ripped right out of us and lying stinking and steaming on the sidewalk, to eventually be washed away by a tide of history that cares not one whit about who wins or loses—leaving us exposed to posterity’s judgment as unpitied sacrifices in a contemptible, half-assed struggle.

Victory has to be earned. We’re losing, because we deserve to. Harsh as it may seem, humiliating as it no doubt is, it really is as simple as that. New Yorkers, Parisians, Londoners, all of us—we will continue to mewl, and crawl, and beg for a mercy that is not forthcoming, no matter how piteously we may weep. Some of us will continue to bluster and rage impotently; I surely will, I admit, for whatever that’s worth. No matter; in the end, “history’s unmarked grave of discarded lies” will be big enough to encompass us all.

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Pathetic is the new normal

Another Muslim terrorist attack that has nothing to do with *cough cough ALLAHU AKHBAR cough cough* Islam, this time in NYC. Candlelight vigils, weeping, huge piles of flowers and teddy bears, “Love trumps hate,” “you will never defeat/divide us,” and empty boasts of being “New York Strong!!” immediately to follow. The FBI will remain baffled as to motive.

Eight dead, not one of whom will be avenged. We’ll have ourselves a good cry, congratulate ourselves on our “strength” and “courage,” and hunker down to wait for the next one…while importing as many more of these savages as we can possibly manage. Ace makes a good point: “It will be interesting to see if he came from a country on Trump’s travel ban list — whose operation remains blocked from going into effect by liberal judges.

Lather, rinse, repeat. Over and over, ad nauseum.

Update! I think I speak for all of us when I say that the real victims here are the jihad-sympathizing Muslims who might be made the slightest bit uncomfortable by the awful prospect of the kind of Islamophobic retribution that has never yet happened, but is always a looming imaginary threat.

An incident occurred today in New York that even progressive Mayor Bill de Blasio couldn’t pass off as workplace violence. A truck plowed into a bicycle-only lane on a busy street in Manhattan. The City of New York determined that the truck attack that  left at least eight people dead was indeed an “act of terror.”

But meanwhile, CNN once again showed where its priorities were. As news broke that the driver was shouting “Allahu Akbar” as he attacked these people, Jake Tapper wanted to remind his audience that “The Arabic chant ‘Allahu Akbar,’ God is great… sometimes said under the most beautiful of circumstances, and too often we hear it being said in moments like this.” Sure, he did finish the sentence by talking about how we have heard this chant in moments of horror, but why even say the first part? Liberals like him always think they have to remind people that there are Muslims who are good — that ‘Allahu Akbar’ can be beautiful.

Of course they do. They’re constitutionally incapable of neglecting an opportunity to lecture the rest of us while simultaneously congratulating themselves on their innate superiority to us benighted schlubs.

Yet again: if we’re ever to have a hope of defeating the Muslims, we’re going to have to defeat the “liberals” first.

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RIP, BSA

Aesop knows Full Convergence when he sees it. And he knows what’s behind it, too.

Surrendering completely to the hopelessly polluted cultural tides, the Boy Scouts of America announced they will start letting girls into the organization next year.

Of course this is an asinine, self-destructive, and completely wrong move for the organization, but it’s just another proof that it needs to crawl under the porch and die.

First is was the atheists pushing back against reverence, then it was the gay Scouts and NAMBLA would-be scoutmasters pounding out any notion of a scout being “morally straight”.

Both of those are a problem for a post-Christian society run by the most toxic iteration of secular humanism, and now we can add feminism to the list of afflictions.

Because a large swath of bitter, ugly, misandrists is perpetually offended at the idea of boys being boys, and growing up to become men. “We can’t be having any of that.” they say with an upturned nose, and a chip the size of Gibraltar on their shoulder. In a way, it was inevitable, as fathers have been relentlessly pushed out of the home by one-sided divorce courts where due process goes to die, aided and abetted by no-fault divorce, and most boys are lucky if they even know their own father, let alone have one around to go to a scout troop meeting or outdoor adventure.

We can’t let boys be boys, and we certainly can’t have them hiking, running, building muscles and healthy bodies, climbing rocks, shooting bows and rifles, and slingshots, learning responsibility, self-reliance, masculine strength, personal and physical courage, whether on a swim across a lake, or learning to save lives at the pool or when someone is injured, or learning how to do 87 different things to such a degree that most Eagle Scouts should probably be given a college associate’s degree on the spot. They’ll get all self-assured, they’ll tussle, they’ll skin their knees, break some bones, get dirt on the carpet, and generally become the men that women of today still long for (in vain, mostly) if the ratings for Mad Men and Daniel Craig’s rebooting of 007 back to Connery levels were any indication. The sisterhood won’t allow that, for it swims upstream against the currents of the depraved culture, and one glimpse of it undoes hour of tedious lectures on diversity and metrosexuality, while making the buckets of Ritalin and Prozac and Paxil heaped into and hurled at normal, healthy school-age boys a total waste of money.

We have a society of harpy man-hating women, and pussified metrosexual males, that go pale at the thought of raising boys who’d climb mountains, sail around the world solo, join the military and kill people and break things, find buried treasure, hunt pirates, or go to the moon. Only women and people of color should do that, because they’re better than the rich white old male patriarchy that carved the greatest nation on earth out of harsh wilderness with two hands, a strong back, a sharp mind, and guts. Oh, and while we’re at it, stop singing the praises of your mother country. It triggers the snowflakes.

Society now wants boys to shut up, check their privilege, wallow in their race guilt, genuflect to defective dystopian savages, and go sit on the couch in their footie pajamas sipping cocoa. Not bring groceries to a widow and her kids, or mow an old woman’s lawn, or – God forbid! – go to church or synagogue and read a Bible.

We can’t have them building things, building strength, building their minds, building their confidence, and learning to Be Prepared. O hell no! They need to learn to depend on government, and its endless soul-sapping bureaucracy, to let it be the same fount of plenty it is for millions of welfare moms married to the government in fatherless homes, once a rarity, but now, the near-universal norm across all races and every level of economic status.

And the same things that have pussified the rest of society will now become the norm in the troops, as they have in the military, and business, and school, and churches, and in short order, only the pussified priggish beta males will be left there, along with the militant recruiting LGBTEIEIO contingent, and in a few short years, everything the girls who wanted into the Boy Scouts to find will have been driven out of it, by the herds of clueless feral shitting and scratching-up-everything hens that they are, like their mothers before them were.

The men will leave, and the boys, forced into a game where they can’t win, will quickly lose interest, and quit in droves. And so, a once-proud and honorable organization, that had raised millions of exceptional scouts into Star, Life, and Eagle Scouts, and millions more boys into simply decent, confident, and competent men, will fade into obscurity and irrelevance. Which, after all, was the whole point of the exercise driving all the pressure on them in the first place. Mission Accomplished, ye shitweasels of cultural decay, you’ve felled another oak, and rotted another pillar of society.

Ah, but all is not lost. After the final Moslem victory over us, the harpies will be subjugated, LGBTTSTVTPXQ39 will be mouldering in mass graves, the Commie Left will be cowed and its media propaganda arm silenced, and the rest of us will be forced to toughen up a great deal if we’re to manage any sort of effective resistance at all. The BSA won’t be a part of that, alas. But I’d bet a good many troopers from the Old Scouts will.

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Let’s ban all the things!

Just give ’em time to figure it out. They ARE pretty thick, you know.

After Vegas, the gun control memes and myths come out. It doesn’t matter how wrong they are, they will echo in the mediasphere and then the talking points will leak into everyday conversations. 

“Guns are uniquely lethal.” 

Last year, a Muslim terrorist with a truck killed 86 people and wounded another 458. 

Mohamed Lahouaiej-Bouhlel, the Tunisian Muslim killer, had brought along a gun, but it proved largely ineffective. The deadliest weapon of the delivery driver was a truck. Mohammed, who was no genius, used it to kill more people than Stephen Paddock would with all his meticulous planning in Vegas.

Do we need truck control? 

Let’s not be giving the tiresome bags of fascist shit any bright ideas, Daniel. After all, they’re working as hard as they can to eliminate the combustion engine already.

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Imagine there’s no Heaven

It’s easy if you try. And it will cost you in the long run.

Belief systems describe a people. The ancient Egyptians had a highly complex belief system like many ancient people. Their religion, however, was unique in that it was entirely focused on the afterlife. They did not make sacrifices and pray for the here and now. They built monuments, complex burial systems and temples in order to prepare the living for the after life. There is a good argument that this focus on the after life is what allowed the Egyptians to keep their culture going for 3,000 years.

On the other hand, the Greeks were not very concerned about the after life. Their focus was on the here and now. The gods interfered in the lives of men, so it made sense to focus devotion on swaying the gods to act on your behalf or against the interests of your enemies. The Greeks did have the concept of an afterlife, but it was not the focus of their belief system. Immortality for man was possible by having sons, who would carry his name, or dying for his polis, which would live on and remember his name.

The Greeks may have been more concerned with the present, when it came time to worshipping the gods, but they had a nice long run, roughly 1000 years. It was not as if they were hedonists, living only in the moment. Even so, this focus on the now had some odd results. For instance, we know just about every Egyptian ruler and his deeds. We even have some of their corpses. The Dorian Greeks, on the other hand, burned their kings, as well as any record of them. We know nothing about them as a result.

This brings up an important point about our present age. The cult of Gaia, for example, is long on rhetoric about the future, but its focus is on present virtue. The greens are not trying preserve the environment for future generations. They are hoping their efforts snuff out future generations. The same is true of anti-racism and multiculturalism. These are all about the present. Calling them suicide cults is useful rhetoric, but in fact our virtuous rulers don’t think past tomorrow. it’s all about grace today.

This is particularly true with regards to migration. Nationalists like to cook up complex theories as to why our rulers are wedded to the idea of mass immigration. Some say it is cheap labor. Other say it is cheap votes. Still others see it as spite. All of those things are true, but the real motivation is virtue. Instead of a public ceremony where they sacrifice a bull or consecrate a church, inviting in the poor and downtrodden is the big public act of virtue. The consequences are down the road. The grace is today.

It’s not just vanity. We are the first people to have no conception of an afterlife. Even the Greeks believed in the after life and they believed there was judgement of souls. They may not have made that the focus of their faith, but they still believed there was something beyond this life. This spiritual hopelessness of Western elites may be why the Cloud People couch everything in terms of personal fulfillment and self-actualization. It is a way of crossing the River Styx without actually believing in it.

The nuttiness of modern elite culture may simply be a neurosis arising from the conflict between the natural, bone deep desire of man to be remembered, colliding with the lack of any reason to be remembered. Even the humblest of men will carve his name into a tree or scratch his name on his prison wall. “I was here” is the primal scream. Today, that impulse has no cultural vessel into which it can flow. The lonely barren spinster yells “I was here” and the only thing that happens is the cat stirs and then goes back to sleep.

Personally, I think the Progressivist need to sanctify their every least impulse to adolescent rebellion and self-indulgence is at the heart of it. Neurosis it surely is, but nobody could call it minor except in the purely personal sense, given the destructive effect it’s had on an entire culture.

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Happy 9/11 Day!

The day the world changed. And then, very quickly, changed right back again.

TOM CLANCY WAS RIGHT: (Reposted from earlier today) And we’re living one of his scenarios right now. Not much is known for sure, but it’s obvious that the United States is the target of a major terrorist assault. There’s a lot of bloviation on the cable news channels, most of which will turn out to be wrong or misleading later. Here, for your consideration, are a few points to be taken from past experience:

The Fog of War: Nobody knows much right now. Many things that we think we know are likely to be wrong. 

Overreaction is the Terrorist’s Friend: Even in major cases like this, the terrorist’s real weapon is fear and hysteria. Overreacting will play into their hands.

It’s Not Just Terrorists Who Take Advantage: Someone will propose new “Antiterrorism” legislation. It will be full of things off of bureaucrats’ wish lists. They will be things that wouldn’t have prevented these attacks even if they had been in place yesterday. Many of them will be civil-liberties disasters. Some of them will actually promote the kind of ill-feeling that breeds terrorism. That’s what happened in 1996. Let’s not let it happen again.

Only One Antiterrorism Method Works: That’s punishing those behind it. The actual terrorists are hard to reach. But terrorism of this scale is always backed by governments. If they’re punished severely — and that means severely, not a bombed aspirin-factory but something that puts those behind it in the crosshairs — this kind of thing won’t happen again. That was the lesson of the Libyan bombing.

“Increased Security” Won’t Work. When you try to defend everything, you defend nothing. Airport security is a joke because it’s spread so thin that it can’t possibly stop people who are really serious. You can’t prevent terrorism by defensive measures; at most you can stop a few amateurs who can barely function. Note that the increased measures after TWA 800 (which wasn’t terrorism anyway, we’re told) didn’t prevent what appear to be coordinated hijackings. (Archie Bunker’s plan, in which each passenger is issued a gun on embarking, would have worked better). Deterrence works here, just as everywhere else. But you have to be serious about it.

As Glenn says, these predictions have held up dismayingly well—which has demonstrated just how “serious” we really were, and remain. Now, hopelessly enmired in two bootless attempts at nation-building, trying to establish “democracy” and “freedom” in places where the primordial inhabitants want nothing to do with either, we’re reminded of just how much of the latter we’ve abandoned ourselves, and just how thoroughly we’ve shit on the former.

Now we’ve learned how to “absorb” another Muslim terrorist attack on our own soil every other month or so. We docilely stand in hours-long lines while watching the TSA crotch-grope grandmas from Wyoming or Mississippi at our airports while letting visibly belligerent, thobe-clad, military-age Muslim males pass unmolested; sit idly by while Leftist morons (including women and gays, hilariously enough) trash Christianity while insisting we “respect” Islam as one of the world’s “great religions” in the next breath; have had to endure a Republican President lecture us all on how Islam is a “religion of peace”; have been unctuously instructed that we are NOT to refer to Islamic terrorism as anything more sinister or preventable than “man-caused disasters”; are treated to the ludicrous and sad spectacle of the FBI declaring itself “baffled” after each and every ALLAHU AKHBAR-yodeling terrorist atrocity as to what could POSSIBLY have been his motivation for it; are treated to insulting declarations of concern over Muslims as the real victims after each incident, because of “Islamophobia”; and import them by the millions into the very heart of the West without asking for even the most token or insincere nod towards assimilation or respect for our culture from them.

And the Muslim call to prayer—”the most beautiful sound in the world,” according to our previous President—is heard over more American cities with every passing day, doing what it always does in every part of the world in which it’s been allowed to ring out unattenuated by staunch resistance: drowning out the shrieks of the murdered, muffling the sound of freedom, and giving voice to the barbaric hooting of the victors as they gloat over those they’ve vanquished.

Mission accomplished. Looks like we’re all “America Strong!™” now.

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Doorbells? DOORBELLS?

Seriously? I mean, seriously?

These delicate little neurotics are afraid of fucking doorbells now?

Damned if I’da told it.

Mr. Walia, 19 years old and a computer science major, says he just isn’t comfortable ringing them. He and his friends have become so accustomed to texting one another upon arrival, he says, that the sound of a doorbell feels like an unexpected jolt.

“Doorbells are just so sudden. It’s terrifying,” says Tiffany Zhong, 20, the founder of Zebra Intelligence, which helps companies conduct custom research and gather insights on people born in the past two decades.

Um. “Terrifying”? Really? Good Lord.

There’s no published research about doorbell phobia, but it’s a real thing. In a poll by a Twitter user earlier this month that got more than 11,000 votes, 54% of respondents said “doorbells are scary weird.”

Some millennials and Gen Zers say they won’t even consider answering a ring at the door until they’ve checked the security camera.

The doorbell freak-out reflects the ascendance of mediated communication, which means people interacting through technological devices rather than directly. It’s not so much about screen time versus face time as it is a merger of the two.

Smartphones provide extra information thought by users to be vital to day-to-day interactions. Without smartphones to help, encounters can feel fraught.

“Typically, doorbells are for outsiders,” says Ms. Zhong, whose LinkedIn profile describes her as a “teen whisperer.” “A text signifies it’s a friend.”

God help us if we as a nation ever have to rely on no-ball pisspots like these to, say, storm the beaches at Normandy or something. What might be even worse than publicly admitting something as humiliating as this, though, is that the wilted little hothouse flowers don’t even have sense enough to be ashamed of their tremulous lunacy, and don’t seem to care who knows what gutless little feebs they are.

On the other hand, though, I guess in light of this it’s easy enough to see why they’re all so terribly frightened of Trump. I imagine that, should they ever so much as see a picture of Patton, they’d all just fall over dead from the quivering fantods.

I repeat: good Lord.

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Can’t appease them, can’t accommodate them, shouldn’t try

Worse than a waste of time.

I’m gonna tell you this. It isn’t gonna be over. This is not gonna stop, the haranguing. And what does that mean? It means even though the president gave these groups that have been bellyaching the exact words they want to hear, they’re not going to stop, which means they’re actually after something else. And whatever it is, it isn’t peace, and it isn’t justice, and it isn’t freedom, and it isn’t tolerance in America. And they’re going to continue because their objective is to totally turn things upside down. They’re not interested in resolutions.

And on the other side of this where you have the Nazis and the white supremacists, they’re told every day that they’ve benefit from white privilege. That’s the latest rage on campus, white privilege, understanding your whiteness, understanding the problem. These people can’t even find jobs, for crying out loud, and they’re being told they’re benefiting from white privilege, so they’re ticked off. And there are people benefiting from both sides of this being ticked off. Find them. Find who benefits here. Financially, politically, however it happens, somebody is benefiting, somebody wants these kinds of things to happen.

There IS no appeasing or placating them; even this wouldn’t do it.

I’ll tell you what else let’s do. Let’s not stop at Robert E. Lee statues. Let’s ban Gone With the Wind. Let’s ban the book, and let’s make sure the movie can no longer be purchased, rented, or exhibited anywhere. We will get rid of not just Robert E. Lee. We’ll tear down anything that tells anybody where Gettysburg is and what happened there. (interruption) Well, now wait. No, Gettysburg will stand.

Gettysburg will stand ’cause that’s where they had their lunch handed to them, so Gettysburg will stand. But we’ll go all the way back to Lincoln. We’ll take Lincoln’s name off of Mount Rushmore and we’ll put Trump up there. (I’m only kidding.) But, I mean, let’s do this. Let’s get rid of all of these outdoor signs of the nation’s injustice and unfairness. Get rid of everything so that American slavery is never known to have existed in any way. All monuments, all battlefields, all reenactments will be erased.

We shut down any restaurant that serves chicken fried steak, that serves biscuits and gravy. I mean, anything that can be traced back to that evil heritage of the Confederacy. Get rid of all of it! That would make everybody shut up, right? That would just silence everybody about the inherent evil of the United States related to slavery. Make it disappear, and then everything would be okay, right?

Of course not. But therein lies the beauty of it, if there’s any to be found: the Left has been reduced to a constant state of abject, perpetual misery and fear. Consider: they’re afraid of internal combustion engines. They’re afraid of guns. They’re afraid of the naturally-occurring and unalterable condition of climate change. They’re afraid of storms, and believe they must certainly herald planet-wide doom and disaster. They’re afraid of violence—when they’re not perpetrating it themselves, usually in massive groups against a handful of people.

They’re afraid of red meat. They’re afraid of genetically modified vegetables, even though every vegetable currently extant is genetically modified to one degree or another. They’re afraid of literature that contains words or concepts they disapprove of. They’re afraid of large corporations, especially pharmaceutical companies. They’re afraid of tobacco. They’re afraid of the Russians—for now. They’re even afraid of their own bloated government, in those periods when they’re not actually in control of it.

They’re afraid of Donald Trump, Rush Limbaugh, Republicans, and conservatives generally. Deathly afraid. It’s why they hate them all so implacably, of course.

They’re afraid of coal-fired power plants—and nuclear ones too, and pretty much any other kind that can actually provide enough energy to be effective. They’re afraid of cops. And soldiers. And Christians. Deep down, they’re actually afraid of Muslims too, which is why they so obsequiously suck up to them. In truth, they’re actually deathly afraid of men—the ones they haven’t emasculated, feminized, and steercotted, that is. The ones they have managed to de-ball, they’re contemptuous of. Which is an especially fine sort of poetic justice if you ask me.

Strangely, the one thing they don’t seem afraid of is Nazis. But then, since 1945, there’s always been too few of those around to really matter much anyway. Being so close together ideologically, maybe there’s a familiarity there that they find comforting, who knows.

With all that fear and angst driving them, they’ll never run out of things for their Big Daddy Government to protect them from. Which is exactly where their tremulousness becomes OUR problem, too. But it’s also what makes observing their now-daily nervous breakdowns so much fun.

Can you smell it update! A certain stench is a-rising.

Details remain thin. It is not clear, for example, how many alt-right demonstrators were there, though many reports indicate that they were substantially outnumbered by counter-demonstrators, largely drawn from the same crowd that has been rioting at the drop of Donald Trump’s name since November 9.

So, obviously, this was a fraught moment. But what would have been the outcome had the police and the Virginia National Guard—both on hand in strong numbers—done their duty, enforced properly obtained demonstration permits, and preserved the right of the warring parties to make their respective points without being physically attacked, one by the other and vice versa? It’s worth remembering that Charlottesville did everything it could to prevent the demonstrations, issuing permits only after being sued by the ACLU. And when push came to shove—literally—on Saturday, police and National Guardsmen were to be found only on the periphery of the brawling. Indeed, the Virginia ACLU reported that police were refusing to intervene unless specifically ordered to do so.

Almost at first contact, Charlottesville mayor Michael Signer and Virginia governor Terry McAuliffe declared a state of emergency and cancelled the demonstrators’ permits, whereupon police began funneling the alt-right protestors away from the designated demonstration site—and, some reports have it, toward the counter-protestors. The carnage followed in short order. Whether the breakdown in police protection was purposeful—that is, intended to quash a constitutionally protected demonstration and provoke a violent confrontation—is a question unlikely to be pursued in Virginia’s present political environment. As partisan eye-gougers go, Governor McAuliffe, a Democrat, is near the top of the list; Mayor Signer, also a Democrat, seems to be cut from the same cloth.

But deliberate or not, the effect was the same: when the sun went down over Charlottesville Saturday, the First Amendment was lying in the dust, and the civic ties meant to bind all Americans were just that much weaker.

Thanks to the unbridgeable chasm between Statists and lovers of liberty, those civic ties are all but extinct anyway, and rightly if tragically so. The First Amendment, along with the rest of the Constitution, isn’t far behind. Scapegoat them all you may like, but it wasn’t the Nazi boobs who killed ’em off, either. As Limbaugh says above, somebody wanted this to happen, and from the official maneuvering before and during it seems to be fairly clear who. The question we need to be asking is: why?

(Via Insty)

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What’s been going around is now coming around

Reprisal? Good. It’s high time.



Via WRSA. I was listening to NPR earlier today, and they were waxing all horrified and apoplectic over this HATEFUL HEINOUS RIGHTWING EXTREMIST ACT OF HATEFUL HATE; the liberal dweebs, normally way more reticent about such things, didn’t seem to have any trouble at all calling it “terrorism,” either. In fact, they sorta went out of their way to. Nosirree, no “man-caused disaster” euphemizing here, not this time. Then they asked one of the attendees of this notoriously jihad-proselytizing mosque how they felt, and the termite blubbered and moaned about how he “doesn’t feel safe going to the mosque,” and how just truly awful and unfair that was.

And I repeat: GOOD. I WANT you scum-sucking jihad supporters scared. I want you so terrified of what the West might do to you in retaliation after each and every atrocity committed against us in the name of Islam that the very thought of it makes you piss rivers down your fucking leg. Because it’s quite clear that this shit is never going to stop until you are—or until we’re all dead, or converted to Islam ourselves.

That last ain’t happening, bucko, I promise you that. So out of the two remaining options, well, the second is no good either, no matter what the voices in your head keep telling you; we’ll get serious at last about destroying your primitive asses long before you can manage to pull that one off, I assure you. Seems to me that the first is the only workable or desirable one all the way around. Failing that, you can just shag your ass on back to the Middle East toot fucking sweet, where you can yodel to Allah, subjugate your women, kill all your gays, and just generally murder each other in job lots all you like, for all we in the West care.

I’ll repeat this again, too: exactly WHERE is the demand for importing more of these near-people coming from? What do we need that only they can provide?

I’ve seen some articles here and there speculating that there might be more to this than meets the eye; for one thing, the attack did NOT take place in front of the mosque, but actually a pretty fair way down the street from it. If the normal pattern holds true, the facts we wind up with in the end just might bear little to no resemblance to what we’re being told now by the lying liberal press. But for now, as far as I’m concerned the attacker is a fucking hero.

None of us ever wanted this war; none of us wants to have to kill anybody, really. But war is being made on us, and the “leaders” we trust to defend our nations refuse to do so. The whole thing is a shame and a disgrace. So I’ll just be damned if I’m going to act all prim and sanctimonious over some guy finally standing up and taking the fight to them for a change, and doing something that stands a lot better chance of giving them pause than an occasional drone strike against some yahoo or other out in barren nowhere.

Such a thing as this attack really shouldn’t be too shocking to anybody with a lick of sense; because of our squeamishness about naming the enemy, it was inevitable. Some of us have been saying so for years. Yes, I’m sure that a few innocent folks could possibly have been caught up in this attack, and that’s certainly regrettable. So you wanna tell me what crime the victims of Muslim terrorism are guilty of—and why our sympathies ought to lie more with their murderers than with them?

Update! Steyn expands on a theme:

Meanwhile, we have the latest daily horror from London, a city the late Alan Jay Lerner, author of My Fair Lady, chose to emigrate to because, he told me, it was “the most civilized place on earth”. On Sunday at midnight, a non-Muslim man drove a vehicle into a crowd of Muslims leaving the Finsbury Park mosque in what appears to be an attempt to reenact the London Bridge attack: same time (late at night), same weapon (white van), but this time targeting nocturnal believers rather than nocturnal hedonists. It is not perfectly symmetrical: Mayor Sadiq Khan is apparently being more circumspect about issuing his usual reassurance that being run over by white vans is just a part of daily life in a great “global city”. But Theresa May has swung into action and “held a COBRA” – the super-butch acronym of near Bond cool for a meeting of UK security honchos. Of course, COBRA sounds less impressive and SPECTRE-esque if you’re holding one every other day, as alas Mrs May presently is.

But, just as the Caesar seizure is attracting more attention than “antifa” thugs shutting down Charles Murray or Ann Coulter or attacking newspaper columnists at a book launch of which they disapprove, so it seems likely that in the long run Mrs May et al will attach greater significance to this long anticipated “Islamophobic backlash” than to mere humdrum terror attacks like Manchester, Westminster Bridge and London Bridge. If a fellow goes all Allahu Akbar at the cenotaph in Ottawa or Ohio State University or a coffee shop in Sydney, well, he was a bit of a loner, had a few mental-health issues, difficult family background, etc. No wider significance or pattern can be discerned: as Tip O’Neill would say, all jihad is local. But, if some guy rides his van up on the sidewalk in Finsbury Park, that will doubtless be emblematic of an epidemic of right-wing hate, and Facebook, Google & Co need to do a better job of policing social media. So expect more fulminating clerics to fall afoul of Facebook – if they’re Catholic. J K Rowling is already having a lively morning on Twitter, laying the victims of Finsbury Park at the feet of Katie Hopkins, Nigel Farage and the Fleet Street tabloids. As Douglas Murray responds in The Spectator:

Here’s a test. Yesterday the annual Khomeinist ‘Al-Quds Day’ parade took place in London. The march calls for the destruction of the state of Israel and in our allegedly zero-tolerance-to-terror city of London supporters of the terrorist group Hezbollah openly paraded with the terrorist group’s flags. What twist of popular logic allows that people waving the flags of a terrorist group in London on Sunday have no connection with terror, but that a van-driver committing an act of terror later that same day should be blamed on Nigel Farage?

Why, because Progressivists, of course. But Steyn has a much larger point to make here, and make it he damned sure does. I’ll do a little expanding on the point myself when the opportunity presents itself.

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Foolish inconsistencies

The hobgoblin of dhimmi minds.

According to the slogans, the Democratic Unionist Parity is a “hate” group because it is “anti-gay, anti-green, anti-women”. That’s to say, they’re opposed to same-sex marriage, abortion, and take a relaxed view of the impending climate apocalypse.

Oh, my.

Theresa May’s more recalcitrant friends in the DUP think gays are godless sodomites who’ll be spending eternity on a roasting spit in hell. Jeremy Corbyn’s more recalcitrant friends are disinclined to wait that long and would rather light them up now – or hurl them off the roof. Hamas, which Mr Corbyn supports, is fairly typical. Sample headline from Newsweek:

Hamas Executes Prominent Commander After Accusations Of Gay Sex

Doesn’t that make Hamas an anti-gay “hate group”? Well, no. You can bet that 90 per cent of the Google activists in the street protesting Theresa May’s ties to people who think men who love men shouldn’t be permitted to marry are entirely relaxed about Jeremy Corbyn’s ties to people who think men who love men should be burned alive or tossed off tall buildings.

So all those ninnies in the streets of London protesting 300,000 Ulster haters they’d never heard of twenty minutes earlier are surrounded by two-and-a-half million haters every day of their lives – in the Tube, in the restaurants, in the shops and offices of their supposedly vibrant, progressive metropolis.

Now why do you think that is? Could it possibly be connected to the fact that London is more “diverse”? As Douglas Murray points out in his soberly provocative new book The Strange Death of Europe, by the 2011 census in 23 of the capital’s 33 boroughs so-called “white British” people were in a minority. (You can bet it’s even more boroughs now.) And you can’t help noticing, sauntering around, say, Tower Hamlets, that the more “diverse” the community gets the fewer gays you see, and uncovered women, at least after dusk and walking about unaccompanied. It’s not quite the “Gay-Free Zone” promised by the posters of the Sharia Patrols, but it’s getting there.

So, if you think Ulster’s homophobic now, wait till its population is as multicultural as London’s. Boy, that’ll be a real vote bonanza for the DUP haters, right? Except that, by then, Jeremy Corbyn will be posing in Fermanagh and Tyrone villages beaming next to body-bagged crones and full-bearded imams.

Thirteen years ago in The Spectator I wrote the following:

A few weeks back I was strolling along the Boulevard de Maisonneuve in Montreal when I saw a Muslim woman across the street, all in black, covered head to toe, the full hejab. She was passing a condom boutique, its window filled with various revolting novelty prophylactics, ‘c*m rags’, etc. It was a perfect snapshot of the internal contradictions of multicultural diversity. In 30 years’ time, either the Arab lady will still be there, or the condom store, but not both. Which would you bet on?

We are not yet halfway through that thirty years, but the condom boutique has gone. And in Canadian citizenship ceremonies the Muslim woman can now take her oath of allegiance wearing the full body-bag – while Justin Trudeau marches in the LGBTQWERTY Pride Parade. Like I said: In the medium run, which would you bet on? Forty per cent of five-year-olds in Germany are of “non-European” extraction: What do you think their attitudes to gays and women will be in twenty years’ time? Or are you hoping you can hold the line on the “anti-green” thing and they’ll still support the Paris Accords?

To reprise another old line of mine, the fools prancing in the London streets denouncing a benign and harmless Democratic Unionist Party are auditioning to be Islam’s prison bitches. But they’ll be obsessing about the last socially conservative right-wing redneck on earth even as the haters all around consume them.

They hate that poor lone redneck far more than they ever will any member of one of their precious perpetual-victim groups. And they’re unhinged enough that I very much doubt they’d be capable of rethinking things even as their pet Muslims were sawing their heads off with a rusty Ginsu in Trafalgar Square at high noon.

No, seriously, y’all, I mean it: the Muzzrats are shooting them, stabbing them, clubbing them, blowing them up, running them over with cars and trucks, gang-raping them to death, setting them on fire—you name it, any depraved MO the most diseased mind can conceive, they’ve done it by now. And most of the twits still prefer to whine about Trump, and blame it all on him. Their response to this ongoing assault isn’t a stiffening of the spine and a renewed resolve to defend their civilization against a savage would-be conqueror whose core values they’d find hideously offensive in, say, a white Welshman—but a piteous mewling, a weakening of the knees, and a renewed determination to root out and denounce a single case of naked “Islamophobia,” anywhere at all, should they ever find one.

It’s contemptible, is what it is, and my sympathy for them is becoming very, very limited indeed by now. I must admit, it makes it hard to muster the outrage to write about these attacks at all these days.

When I started this site, as you CF lifers will no doubt recollect, I named it what I did not because of my rage over the 9/11 attacks themselves, but over what I knew the “liberal” response was going to eventually be. But even I never really imagined they’d plumb the despicable depths they’ve sunk to now. And as I keep saying: nobody needs kid themselves for a minute that it’s only the Brits we’re talking about here, either.

If it’s “auditioning to be Islam’s prison bitches” they really want, well, I’m just about ready to help Ahmed turn the key on that lock myself by now. If I could only get him to agree not to throw me in there with their sorry asses.

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Lessons? What lessons?

Before too long, we’ll have a Second Civil War to blithely ignore the lessons of.

There’s a tried and true American approach to suppressing terrorism, and it worked quite well during Gen. Sherman’s 1863 Kentucky campaign and Gen. Phil Sheridan’s subsequent reduction of the Shenandoah Valley. We don’t have to be particularly smart; we merely have to do some disgusting things. Sherman and Sheridan suppressed sniping at Union soldiers by Confederate civilians by burning the towns (just the towns, not the townsfolk) that sheltered them. In other words, they forced collective responsibility upon a hostile population, a doctrine that in peacetime is entirely repugnant, but that in wartime becomes unavoidable. By contrast, the peacetime procedure of turning petty criminals into police snitches has backfired terribly. No doubt we will learn that the perpetrators of tonight’s horror at London Bridge were known to police, like the Manchester Arena suicide bomber and most of the perpetrators of large-scale terrorist acts in Europe during the past several years. (Update: “At Least One London Bridge Terrorist Was a ‘Known Wolf'”) The remedy is time-tested and straightforward. We merely require the will to apply it.

Yeah, well, that’s gonna be a problem right there. Best we just go on with the “cower in place” strategy for a long while yet. We can all keep comforting ourselves each time a few dozen more of us are slaughtered by having a good cry; it seems to be working well for blithering idiots all over the world so far, right?

Like Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, who burned a great swath through Georgia and the Carolinas, Sheridan believed that war is won not just by killing soldiers but by denying them support from a broader civilian population.

Actually, it’s worse for us than that: Sherman believed, and explicitly stated, that wars were won only when the spirit of the opposition, both military and civilian, was utterly and entirely broken—their will to resist crushed right out of them—and not one moment before. He and Grant both proved, along with a lot of other leading officers throughout history, that competence in warfare is less a matter of intelligence and more a matter of brutal, implacable resolve.

In other words: it all comes down to will. The will of our enemies to conquer us must be bested by our own will to defeat them. So far there’s absolutely no sign at all that that’s the case. We lack the fortitude to even call the enemy by his proper name; for us to even be discussing defeating him is very nearly an obscenity.

DOOMED update! It’s laugh or cry, folks.


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That last bit is especially poignant; since Brits long ago allowed their government to disarm them, they’re now reduced to throwing chairs and bar glasses at their Muslim tormentors. It bears repeating: before we can defeat the Muslims, we will first have to crush the Left, and nullify its malign influence on our lives. That’s every bit as true here as it is there, and everywhere else.

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LONDON STRONG!!

Get out the flowers, the John Lennon records, and the crying towels.

Three Jihadi terrorists were shot dead by armed police after killing six people and injuring 48 others in a horrific van and knife rampage in central London last night.

The men, described as being ‘of Mediterranean origin’, mowed down up to 20 revellers as they hurtled across London Bridge at 50mph before they got out and began ‘randomly stabbing’ people in nearby Borough Market.

Attackers used 12-inch hunting knives to attack revellers at busy bars and restaurants in the market, sending dozens fleeing for their lives.

Witnesses said the gang, who had metal canisters strapped to their chests, smashed pub windows and reportedly cut the throats of drinkers. A ‘dark-skinned’ man in a red tracksuit ‘calmly’ stabbed a man three times. Another victim was reportedly stabbed five times in the chest.

The male suspects were shot and killed by armed police in Borough Market within eight minutes of the first call. One of the men was seen wearing an Arsenal football shirt in a photo taken by a witness at the scene. 

Oh well, obviously a “domestic,” “home-grown” terrorist, then. Why, they’re all as English as Shepherd’s Pie. No Islam to see here, folks, let’s all move on, shall we?

Theresa May called the events in London a ‘potential act of terrorism’ after reports of a van hitting pedestrians, stabbings and armed police firing shots around the London Bridge area.

‘Following updates from police and security officials, I can confirm that the terrible incident in London is being treated as a potential act of terrorism,’ May said in a statement.

Which means…what, exactly? That you will immediately prosecute anyone who uses the word “Muslim” in connection with this attack? That you will issue a strongly-worded, unequivocal denunciation of “Islamophobia,” and will pledge to hunt to the ends of the earth anyone hateful and bigoted enough to participate in anything remotely construable as a “backlash”? That you will daintily avert your eyes from reality once again, and crawl on your fucking face over a mile of broken glass to make sure that no Muslim anywhere on earth is made to feel the slightest discomfort or inconvenience from the latest atrocity committed in the name of their vile “religion”?

‘The men said “This is for Allah” as they left the van and attacked victims. There were definitely three people sitting at the front of the van,’ witness Eric Seguenzo told BBC News.

Well, clearly then, we will probably never understand what motivated them. Or at least will never muster up the balls to say out loud what we all already know.

Fools. Bloody feckless fucking fools.

Counter Terrorism Command have launched an investigation and anybody who has images or film of the incident have been asked to pass those to police by uploading it at www.ukpoliceimageappeal.co.uk.

‘Our thoughts are with all those involved and those responding to both incidents. Those who are concerned about a loved one can contact the Casualty Bureau on 0800 0961 233,’ police said in a statement.

Oh, absolutely. Probably best to check in once a week or so, really. You never know when rampant Islamophobia might drive some poor, innocent Muslim to justifiably lash out against his tormenters. Poor devils, they’re the real victims here, eh wot?

Police advised people who live within the London Bridge cordon to stay somewhere else on Saturday night if they could.

But of course: flee your homes, run for your lives, it’s perfectly reasonable. But honestly: shouldn’t Londoners consider moving somewhere else entirely? Like, say, Alaska? Antarctica? A Caribbean island, maybe? That way they won’t have to worry about perturbing any poor innocent Muslims at all, and provoking them into more bloody mayhem.

Gerard Vowls, 47, who was in a pub near London Bridge, said he threw chairs and glasses at the attackers in a bid to stop them entering.

He told The Guardian: ‘They kept coming to try to stab me – they were stabbing everyone. Evil, evil people.’

Bingo. Nuff said. Hats off to this guy for fighting back as best he could instead of begging forgiveness and “celebrating diversity.” Now what are the rest of you Londonistan saps going to do about it?

I repeat: break out the crying towels, the candles, the flowers, the Lennon records—all the greasy detritus smeared around by cowardly morons unwilling to face reality as they put on another pathetic show of “strength” and “unity.” Get ready to hear the phrase “London Strong!” repeated ad nauseum. Brace yourself for yet another round of “they will never divide us” bleating. And allow me to say yet again: they do not give a single shit about “dividing” anybody. They only want to kill you—as many of you infidels as they can possibly reach, again and again and again, for as long as you keep bringing them into your country and letting them get away with it.

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Division

There is a great divide, all right.

You non-experts might think this a fairly crude sleight of hand – that concerns about “division” is a not so subtle way of suggesting that the real problem isn’t guys like Salman Abedi waiting with his nail bomb at the exit to the pop concert, but divisive types like you querying whether it’s prudent to keep importing more and more Islam into the western world. Well, screw you: if you disagree that the real danger here is the sowing of division, you’re just sowing even more division.

Pace The Toronto Star, I’m not sure it is “stating the obvious” to say that Monday’s attack was meant to “sow division”. What’s going on in Britain and Europe occurs because division has already been sown. It was sown by a careless political class that insisted there could be no questioning of a reckless demographic experiment. It is being reaped, as the division-sowing pop star Morrissey has divisively noted, by the political class’ hapless citizenry.

Britain is “divided”, perhaps fatally. It’s not so much the comparatively small numbers of suicide bombers, or even the support group of family and friends – the dad who works at the mosque pending his return to the battlefield, the sister who congratulates him on entering Paradise, the sister’s schoolmates who drop out to be become brides of Isis, the bomb-maker who lives down the street, the other friends and family who turn a blind eye to it all. Beyond all that is the larger comfort zone of “British” Muslims who support the ultimate goal of Salman Abedi – an Islamic state where once was England – and for the most part live their daily lives as if it’s already here. “Britain” has no purchase on them, and its “values” command no allegiance – even though, lest they give offense, non-divisive officials are careful never to spell out precisely what those “values” are”. Easier to chant the approved abstractions, and warn against the non-approved ones: Diversity good, division bad.

But in Britain and Europe they sowed diversity and reaped division. Tthe ever widening division was sown by Mrs May and M Juncker and Frau Merkel and all the others who insist on importing more Abedis and more of those who turn a blind eye to the Abedis, day by day, year on year. Only when that ends can there be even the possibility of healing the division.

I still maintain that at least as important is the division between those of us who appreciate and are grateful for our precious Western cultural inheritance and the Progressivists who loathe and despise it, and wish to see it not defended but brought low—so much so that they’re willing to make common cause with primordial Muslim savages who will happily slaughter every last transgendered feminist gay libertine among them the moment the opportunity presents itself. Thus I repeat: until we defeat the Left, we can’t even begin to hope to eliminate the threat posed by the jihadists.

It’s Steyn, so of course you’ll want to read it all. Oh, and the Morrissey post Mark mentions is damned brilliant; I had intended mentioning it before now, but I’ve spent the last few days trying to install a washer connection and wire up a dryer while replacing a couple of fuel injectors in the car, so I didn’t get to it. Here ya go, and bless his heart; I was never a fan of Morrissey’s music, honestly, but an acquaintance of mine is his guitarist, and he’s a hell of a rockabilly player in his own right, and so all things considered I am willing to reconsider my previous position.

Ahem. How’s that for wandering far afield in a single paragraph, eh? Maybe next year Doug can include a category for Best Digression in the Blog Awards.

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Division

There is a great divide, all right.

You non-experts might think this a fairly crude sleight of hand – that concerns about “division” is a not so subtle way of suggesting that the real problem isn’t guys like Salman Abedi waiting with his nail bomb at the exit to the pop concert, but divisive types like you querying whether it’s prudent to keep importing more and more Islam into the western world. Well, screw you: if you disagree that the real danger here is the sowing of division, you’re just sowing even more division.

Pace The Toronto Star, I’m not sure it is “stating the obvious” to say that Monday’s attack was meant to “sow division”. What’s going on in Britain and Europe occurs because division has already been sown. It was sown by a careless political class that insisted there could be no questioning of a reckless demographic experiment. It is being reaped, as the division-sowing pop star Morrissey has divisively noted, by the political class’ hapless citizenry.

Britain is “divided”, perhaps fatally. It’s not so much the comparatively small numbers of suicide bombers, or even the support group of family and friends – the dad who works at the mosque pending his return to the battlefield, the sister who congratulates him on entering Paradise, the sister’s schoolmates who drop out to be become brides of Isis, the bomb-maker who lives down the street, the other friends and family who turn a blind eye to it all. Beyond all that is the larger comfort zone of “British” Muslims who support the ultimate goal of Salman Abedi – an Islamic state where once was England – and for the most part live their daily lives as if it’s already here. “Britain” has no purchase on them, and its “values” command no allegiance – even though, lest they give offense, non-divisive officials are careful never to spell out precisely what those “values” are”. Easier to chant the approved abstractions, and warn against the non-approved ones: Diversity good, division bad.

But in Britain and Europe they sowed diversity and reaped division. Tthe ever widening division was sown by Mrs May and M Juncker and Frau Merkel and all the others who insist on importing more Abedis and more of those who turn a blind eye to the Abedis, day by day, year on year. Only when that ends can there be even the possibility of healing the division.

I still maintain that at least as important is the division between those of us who appreciate and are grateful for our precious Western cultural inheritance and the Progressivists who loathe and despise it, and wish to see it not defended but brought low—so much so that they’re willing to make common cause with primordial Muslim savages who will happily slaughter every last transgendered feminist gay libertine among them the moment the opportunity presents itself. Thus I repeat: until we defeat the Left, we can’t even begin to hope to eliminate the threat posed by the jihadists.

It’s Steyn, so of course you’ll want to read it all. Oh, and the Morrissey post Mark mentions is damned brilliant; I had intended mentioning it before now, but I’ve spent the last few days trying to install a washer connection and wire up a dryer while replacing a couple of fuel injectors in the car, so I didn’t get to it. Here ya go, and bless his heart; I was never a fan of Morrissey’s music, honestly, but an acquaintance of mine is his guitarist, and he’s a hell of a rockabilly player in his own right, and so all things considered I am willing to reconsider my previous position.

Ahem. How’s that for wandering far afield in a single paragraph, eh? Maybe next year Doug can include a category for Best Digression in the Blog Awards.

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NOW you’re getting it

Do try and keep up, willya?

Washington (CNN)On Sunday, German Chancellor Angela Merkel uttered a single sentence that speaks to how fundamentally President Donald Trump has reshaped — and will continue to reshape — the world, and America’s place in it.

“The times when we could completely rely on others are, to an extent, over,” Merkel said at a beer hall(!) rally to support her campaign.

While Merkel made no mention of Trump specifically, she made clear that her realization had come “in the last few days” — a time period which overlapped with a G7 meeting in which Trump blasted America’s traditional European allies over NATO obligations and made clear that he was more than willing to go it alone on climate change and trade.

What Trump’s words — and Merkel’s reaction — reveal is something that sharp foreign policy minds have known since the start of Trump’s campaign: His true potential for drastic change exists in the foreign policy sphere.

Trump was right all along about NATO: it is an outdated alliance whose primary mission was rendered moot by the dissolution of the Soviet Union. The European allies have long relied on us to foot the bill for their grand experiment in Nouveau Socialism by carrying the cost of their defense. But the old circumstances no longer apply. The Fulda Gap should no longer be the main cause of European concern; the Persian Gulf is where the real trouble lies.

Don’t kid yourself that Comrade Merkel is stoutly proposing that Germany (and Europe) get up on its hind legs and stand upright at last, shouldering more of the burden of their defense as they should—a bit abashed if not outright shamefaced, perhaps, but at last maturing from a dependent to a partner. No, what she’s doing here is whining about Trump’s “abandonment” of the archaic alliance—pissing and moaning about his reckless disregard for the Cold War status quo even as she imports all the barbaric Muslim “refugees” she can, and snarls viciously at anyone who dares to suggest this might not be such a good idea as regards Europe’s security.

We’ve already seen how that’s working out for them. Mutti Merkel is complaining about protection from an enemy that no longer even exists, while sitting idly back, doing nothing as she watches her beloved Europe going up in flames all around her as a direct result of her own politically-correct idiocy.

Hey, you guys manage to figure out what the motive of the Manchester murderer could possibly have been yet, perchance?

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Punch back twice as hard

It gets results.

Republican Greg Gianforte won Thursday’s special election for the U.S. House in Montana, defeating Democratic challenger Rob Quist despite being charged with misdemeanor assault the day before.

The election results — with Gianforte winning over 50% of the vote and leading by a seven-point margin — were a major blow to Democrats’ anti-Trump efforts, and to the media’s expectations, after Gianforte had allegedly “body-slammed” a reporter before his final campaign event on Wednesday.

Montanans are “sending a wake-up call to the Washington D.C. establishment,” Gianforte told a jubilant crowd outside his campaign headquarters, after multiple outlets called the race.

That they are. The DC sewer rats, however, are desperately slapping the snooze button:

GOP strategist Rick Wilson lamented this “Trump effect.”

“This Gianforte assault story is one of those moments where the cultural collapse of the GOP into the Trump Troll Party is captured,” Wilson tweeted. He attacked those who might defend “someone assaulting a reporter because ‘duh lubrul media lies.'”

Wilson asked, “Are you so past the rule of law, and lack so much confidence in your ideas that this is where you take political satisfaction? Because if this is where you are, you’re not a party; you’re a mob. If this is where you are, you’re not a conservative; you’re trash.”

Get bent, loser. You and the rest of the Vichy Republicans are long past your sell-by date.

The GOP strategist concluded by saying, “If you’re a Republican or conservative defending this, please stop identifying yourself as either.”

Happy to, fuckface. In fact, a lot of us are way, way ahead of you on that. Now you just trot on off and joyously wag your little tail for your Democrat Socialist masters, and collect your pat on the head for doing their bidding like you were told.

While many Republicans might side with Wilson on this, Trump supporters are sick of the GOP playing by “politically correct” rules. They might defend Gianforte — and be willing to send him extra money after the assault — because he is not afraid to fight back.

Bingo.

This particular Twitter user might merely be trolling, but his message seems to fit this mentality. “I just voted for Greg Gianforte because our founding fathers used to duel to the death over arguments and they weren’t deemed ‘unfit,'” a user named (Zombie_Cartman) who identified himself as “a 35 year old former Marine/full time gamer/ninja/comedian” tweeted.

Again: bingo. Shout it from the rooftops: we’re fed up. We’re fed up with liberal propagandists masquerading as honest journalists harassing us, slandering us, lying about us, and acting as if they have a God-granted right to be allowed to get away with it all. And we’re also fed up with no-ball phony “conservatives” who talk a great fight but won’t lift a finger to stop the destruction of our nation, for whom the best time to mount an effective defense is always and forever “next time.”

Those useless pissant Republicans who never saw an American value or ideal they were willing to vigorously, forcefully protect—who expect us all to just back and humbly submit to being made punching bags by the Left while being scolded for our “incivility” by the fucking Republican scum who have been selling us down the river for decades now—really need to lay off that snooze button. Failing that, they need to just hide and watch while those who are serious about making America great again roll up their sleeves, ball their fists, and get to work.

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He’s on a roll!

Schlichter, that is.

We’re not even willing to take our own side in this fight.

Yeah, the West is theoretically at war with them somewhere far away, or rather, we’re playing at war with a few soldiers and some bombs. It’s war on the cheap, and this campaign may eventually wear down the ISIS caliphate so that that one pustule of Islamic radicalism is lanced, but it won’t be victory. They’ll just pop up again, in Yemen or Somalia or Afghanistan, where we have futzed around for 15-plus years and those pedophilia-loving creeps still hold most of the ground. We sort of fight a sort of war to sort of hold them at bay for a little while.

But it gets worse. We invite them into our countries, willy-nilly, sacrificing what we are so they can remain what they always have been, and on our dime. Do we screen immigrants to make sure they adhere to our values and our beliefs, or do we somehow feel we have no right to decide who comes into our nation and just shrug?

We know who they are and we know what they want. But the suicide squad that is our elite would rather prove its virtue to its emasculated self by placing its weird multicultural fetish above our kids’ lives. We elect a president who wants to slow down the influx of refugees so we have a chance to figure out who the hell they are and our elite rushes to credulous courts that manufacture sanctimonious legal reasoning out of whole cloth to ensure that our people are kept defenseless.

Why?

When something is truly unacceptable, you can tell because we do not accept it. But we accept terror. We won’t do what it takes to win. The solution is obvious. It’s right there, and we all know it, but our elite is largely willing to let scores of us die rather than admit the truth that none of them dare speak.

The answer is not fake solidarity and social media memes and sacrificing a few little girls here and there so we can avoid calling out the lies we have allowed to castrate us.

The answer is destroying the enemy in war zones thoroughly and completely. It is to take up arms and crush our enemies, not just tread water in this sea of blood.

Get angry.

Because we have a right to be angry.

Because anger is the first crucial step to fighting back.

Because if we can see two dozen little kids blasted to shreds and not get angry, then maybe we deserve to live as the slaves of these 7th century savages.

As I’ve said all along: we’ll never defeat an enemy we’re too fucking chickenshit to even call by his proper name. We might not even have to destroy the terror-sponsoring regimes in Saudi Arabia and Iran to win, though; Billy Hollis left some great ideas in the comments here:

How’s this for some brainstorming about what could be done:

1. For any act of Islamic terror that results in injury to a non-Muslim, the mosque of the perp is closed for one year.

2. For any act of Islamic terror that results in death of a non-Muslim, the mosque of the perp is closed for two years.

3. For any two such acts from the same mosque, the mosque is closed permanently.

4. If the number of deaths from any incident or combination of incidents by perps from a mosque exceeds 20, the mosque is closed, defiled, and burned to the ground.

5. For any violent responses to such acts, such as riots, any participants who are not citizens are immediately deported. Any participants who are citizens are convicted of a felony and jailed unconditionally for one year.

Works for me, every last word of it. In any event, I feel certain that more weepy, maudlin rallies after the fact are NOT gonna get the job done. Nor are ziggurats of flowers adorned with photos of the never-to-be-avenged victims of each successive Muslim atrocity. Nor any number of pathetic, embarrassing #WHERETHEHELLEVERSTRONG hashtags.

Piss-soaked milksops all over the Western world can roll over and show their soft, flabby bellies all they may like; it will never buy them a single moment’s peace or safety. They are begging for mercy from an enemy who possesses not an ounce of it; they are speaking in a language he doesn’t comprehend, bargaining with a currency he doesn’t value. With each successive attack, they are being tested…and found wanting.

Our “leadership” won’t lead. Our military—the “strongest in the WORLD!”—is forced to squander its might and spill its lifeblood fighting Welcome-Wagon “wars” in far-flung barbaric shitholes without the faintest hope of victory—or any clear idea of what victory might actually even be. Our law enforcement agencies don’t dare to cross the rigid boundaries of political correctness to take official notice of blatantly suspicious malefactors living among us. And too many of our population will support no more vigorous response than flapping their hands, weeping, and milling about in the streets after the fact congratulating themselves on how “strong” they are.

And so, in another couple of weeks—maybe a month at the outside—we’ll be having this conversation again. Until we learn. Or are vanquished.

Official Lies update! Steyn:

Twenty-four hours after the Manchester attack, I joined Evan Solomon on CFRA in Ottawa to talk about what it meant and where we go. You can hear the full interview here (scroll down if necessary). I began by making the point that I was offended by the media coverage’s Orwellian inversion of language – whereby “#ManchesterStrong” means a limp passivity of flowers and candlelight vigils and teddy bears for a couple of days before we all forget it until the next “strong” “united” community gets blown apart.

My thoughts yesterday did not meet with universal agreement. Linda Cianchetti emails:

The killer was the queen of England’s clan.

Rothschild Soros club.

Stop zionist Israel jews from manufacturing all this illusion. They are the banking cartel around the world. Stop blaming everyone but the culprits, themselves. Or we will have no respect for journalists and the tales they put out.

Well, thanks for clearing that up.

I get a lot more of this than I used to. I suspect Ms Cianchetti would blame “zionist Israel jews” and “the queen of England’s clan” whatever happened, but it’s a close call whether she’s any more detached from reality than, say, Newsweek fretting about “reprisals” against Muslims or the nincompoop diversicrat who serves as Chief Constable of Greater Manchester sternly warning that we must not “tolerate hate” – by which he means not the hate of people who shred little girls’ bodies with nail bombs but the mean-spirited Tweets of people who get angry at the people who shred little girls’ bodies with nail bombs.

I was halfway hoping for a more lengthy and comprehensive piece from Steyn on this, but as he himself has said: really, what’s the point? Before we can hope to defeat the Muslims, we’re first going to have to defeat the Left. Until their miserable self-loathing and cowardice is made entirely irrelevant, it’s all just gum-flapping, to little or no good purpose. It’s the main reason I haven’t been in any great hurry to post on this latest attack: I had plenty to say, all right—but I’ve already said it, and have been saying it for sixteen years now. You guys already know it; the Progressivist lackwits ain’t listening, and couldn’t grasp it if they were. Until they’re removed from any position of power or influence, we’re all just pissing in the wind here.

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Another great VICTORY in the not-quite-a-war against random man-caused disasters which have nothing whatsoever to do with Islam!

We’re all MANCHESTER “STRONG”!™ now. This week. In another two or three weeks, it’ll be someplace else. But after we hold hands, sing a John Lennon song, light some candles, and have ourselves yet another good cry, we’ll all feel a whole lot better about our weak-willed cowardice. To the latest dead: so sorry, but your deaths will go unavenged, and we won’t be doing a single damned thing to lend them at least some meaning by seeing to it that the animals who slaughtered you suffer in full measure for their atrocities and will thereby be persuaded that it might be best to leave us the hell alone.

And now back to telling ourselves how STRONG!™ and invincible we all are; how resolute, how determined; and how DIVERSITY IS OUR STRENGTH and WE STAND TOGETHER and YOU WILL NEVER DIVIDE US and all the rest of that meaningless, pathetic folderol. Strong hint to the mewling kittens of the enfeebled West: if you’re always the ones crying, you assuredly are NOT winning.

*spit*

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Gee, I hope they don’t get upset when I call them cucks

When the going gets tough, the cucks roll over.

Young America’s Foundation (YAF) has pulled out of Ann Coulter’s Thursday event at UC Berkeley, blaming the college for allowing left-wing extremists to terrorize conservatives on campus.

“When Young America’s Foundation confirmed Ann Coulter would speak at UC-Berkeley as part of YAF’s nationwide campus lecture program on April 27, we assumed UC Berkeley would take all steps necessary to ensure the safety of students attending the educational event,” the group declared in a blog post on Tuesday. “In the meantime we discovered that the University of California Police Department at Berkeley has an official ‘stand-down’ policy for any situation that develops on campus as long as the situation doesn’t involve the imminent loss of life, allowing the leftist thugs who have terrorized Berkeley’s campus to do so without consequence.”

“As of 4:00 p.m. today, Young America’s Foundation will not be moving forward with an event at Berkeley on April 27 due to the lack of assurances for protections from foreseeable violence from unrestrained leftist agitators,” they continued. “Berkeley should be ashamed for creating this hostile atmosphere.”

And you guys should likewise be ashamed for folding like a cheap, piss-soaked accordion rather than fighting back, and thereby letting them win.

YAF added that they are still pushing forward with their lawsuit against the college, and that the group “looks forward to the day when First Amendment freedoms are enjoyed by conservative students.”

Lawsuits ain’t gonna do it, bub. I mean, more power to ya and all; I hope you win, for all the good that might do anybody. But when your only hope is an appeal to the judiciary, and said judiciary is wholly converged—infested top to bottom with anti-Constitutional Progressivist termites who are openly hostile to your First Amendment freedoms—well, can you reasonably hope for a good result?

Worse, when the cops are sitting back and refusing to maintain civic order and uphold your most basic human rights against the violent Progressivist onslaught…well, let’s just say their weak-kneed, puissant optimism would seem to be, shall we say, misplaced.

“Ms. Coulter may still choose to speak in some form on campus, but Young America’s Foundation will not jeopardize the safety of its staff or students,” they concluded. “For information on Ms. Coulter’s plans, please contact her directly.”

Gee, nice cop-out there, boys. If the restoration of Constitutional liberty is reliant on this sort of wet-pantied cowardice, then the restoration of Constitutional liberty is something we won’t be seeing for a long, long time. On a positive note, though, this IS Berkeley we’re talking about here. And Berkeley—along with most of the rest of California—was lost a long time ago, and is no longer worth bothering about. Let them go their way. We’ll go ours.

The civil war I’ve been mulling over here for a good while now has started; it began in Berkeley, of all places. There may still be some small chance of avoiding the shooting part of it, but probably not. Either way, there was never the remotest chance of a victory for FreeFor in Berkeley, of course. It’s merely the place where the battle’s contours are taking shape, and its inevitability made undeniable. We cannot peacefully coexist with Leftist vermin implacably committed to denying us our God-granted liberty. They are not going to leave us alone without getting their noses severely bloodied first, and until the consequences of their fascist arrogance are unmistakably spelled out.

Once again: they will not stop. They will have to BE stopped.

It never should have come to this, though, and we will all come to rue it in the end. But the hard, insuperable fact is that we no longer share any common ideological ground with the Left, any at all. There is no reasoning with them, no meaningful dialogue possible, no chance of true or equitable compromise.

In fairness, I understand YAF’s motivation here, and I know they think the wording of their capitulation will maybe matter someday, to somebody. I also understand their unwillingness to confront the violent, authoritarian Left without some assurance of police protection. It’s Berkeley, for God’s sake; they’re surrounded, without hope of reinforcement anytime soon. Nobody wants to be on the wrong end of a beating; nobody wants to get killed over what seems a mere political disagreement, especially in a place where the cause was so long ago lost.

But at this point, they—and we—are going to have to provide our OWN protection, under whatever terms and ROEs WE deem necessary and appropriate. They punch us, we punch them—harder. This is much more than an ordinary political disagreement. This is a fundamental, bare-knuckled dispute between two ideologies that cannot coexist within the borders of a single nation, and can only be settled by conquest and unquestionable victory for one side or the other.

I say again: if you wish to “compromise” with them, then which of your most basic and precious liberties are you willing to give up? And do you really believe that, once you’ve surrendered one or two, that will be the end of it, and their demands will end? CAN you have any faith in such a risible notion, having seen how greedy they are, how unslakable their thirst for absolute power over you is?

If so, may I have some of what you’re smoking?

The time for us to docilely soak up their repeated assaults and pat ourselves on the back for “taking the high road”—expecting approbation from the Powers That Be that will never come, while our honest blood clogs the gutters—is over. Vox spells it out:

This is yet another reason why the Alt-Right is replacing the conservative movement. Conservatives are social cowards who are manifestly unwilling to fight for their sacred principles against internal enemies. Sure, they’ll bravely fight external enemies to the death so long as they have the State’s blessing, but they cave every time they don’t have its approval.

That, in the end, is the fatal weakness of the conservative movement; the need of its members for the approval of authority. As long as the Left can wield the trappings of authority, conservatives will fall in line.

It seems they can’t even conceive of such a notion, or wish to hide from it, but it’s spelled out right in the Oath of Allegiance to the Constitution they claim to revere: enemies, foreign AND DOMESTIC.

We are now all on a path none of the sensible and historically literate among us really wants to walk. I hate it. But so be it.

Update! Two from Ace’s HQ, spelling out exactly who the Leftymedia wants you to blame. Guess who it is; go on, guess. I dare ya.

And here’s a typically twisted, depraved take from the NYT:

In Ann Coulter’s Speech Battle, Signs That Conservatives Are Emboldened

“Emboldened.” To have the lunatic audacity to expect that the fucking US Constitution applies to them too, the bastards.

Yep, we’re off to a typically NYT start here.

Ms. Coulter, the acid-penned conservative writer, canceled a planned appearance on Thursday after the political organizations that invited her rescinded their support over fears of violence. “It’s a sad day for free speech,” she said.

But across the country, conservatives like her are eagerly throwing themselves into volatile situations like the one in Berkeley, emboldened by a backlash over what many Americans see as excessive political correctness, a president who has gleefully taken up their fight, and liberals they accuse of trying to censor any idea they disagree with.

I know, right? I mean, how DARE any conservative speakers have the temerity to think they might be permitted to give a speech on a college campus expressing ideas liberal censors disagree with?

Oh, and damn that damned Trump, for gleefully taking up this fight on behalf of “emboldened” conservatives.

President Trump’s victory was, to many of his supporters, a defiant uprising against what they saw as a cultural and political elite that told them their values were wrong and their beliefs bigoted.

WHICH IS PRECISELY WHAT THE FUCK THEY’VE BEEN DOING, AND CONTINUE TO DO, AND WILL NEVER STOP DOING.

And Mr. Trump, who has routinely used racially charged controversies and social movements like Black Lives Matter to his political benefit, has leapt to their defense, ready to fan the flames.

Catch that? Why, both sides are equally to blame here, and Trump most of all, for wantonly “fanning the flames” purely for his own “political benefit.” If those provocative, dangerous, belligerent “conservatives” would just shut up and go back to being their usual docile, humble selves and accept the “fact” of their racist, misogynist, homophobic bigotry—why, none of this would be happening!

And actually, they’re right about that, when you get down to it. But you’re getting the gist, right? The uprising against stifling political correctness—against all the direct insults; the contempt for the culture that shelters and provides for them; the adolescent resentment of those without whose forbearance their self-indulgent hatred could not exist for more than five minutes; the childish rebellion against reality—is to be blamed not on those whose irrationality provoked the uprising, but on those who are merely responding rationally to that witless provocation.

Hey, they told us Trump was horrible, and after witnessing the folly of their attempted destruction of the very way of life that they rely on for their continued existence, we voted him in anyway. So now, we must pay. I mean, how DARE we?

All that aside, get ready for a bona fide rarity here: I am about to compliment Bernie Sanders. Sincerely, with no sarcasm or smart-assery at all.

No, really. Not joking; I mean it. The blind pig has found his truffle, and trust me when I tell you that I am just as gobsmacked as you are. Better sit down for this, folks.

Senator Bernie Sanders of Vermont, a self-described democratic socialist, this week scolded anyone who would shut out Ms. Coulter. “What are you afraid of — her ideas?” he asked.

Uhhh, yes, that is EXACTLY what they’re afraid of. But bless your heart for saying it.

“Unfortunately, Berkeley and other universities have played into a narrative that the right would love to advance,” said Robert B. Reich, a former Labor secretary under President Bill Clinton who is now a professor of public policy at Berkeley. “The narrative assumes a cultural plot against the free expression of right-wing views in which academe, mainstream media — every facet of the establishment — is organized against them.”

Mr. Reich, noting the parallels to Mr. Trump’s message, added, “That’s a narrative Trump used to get into the White House.”

Because that narrative is the simple, obvious truth—as has been proved over and over, and was once again in Berkeley.

Can someone tell me, please, the last time a speech by some stupid commie dickhead—ANY commie dickhead, anywhere—was shut down on account of a wholly credible threat of violence by us Reich Wingnuttzzz Nazi Deathbeasts? Anywhere at all, on any pretext whatsoever? Can anybody tell me the last time a speech by some stupid commie dickhead was even protested at all by a Reich Wingnuttzzz Nazi Deathbeasts, even something as simple as just walking around on the sidewalk outside, carrying a sign or something?

There may have been one or two, I guess. But I can’t remember any offhand.

The university breathed a sigh of relief on Wednesday, but it criticized Ms. Coulter, who has a knack for provocation and a history of inviting disruption wherever she speaks, for being wanton and reckless given that it had offered to accommodate her at a later date after canceling her originally scheduled speech. The Berkeley chancellor, Nicholas B. Dirks, said in a note to the campus, “This is a university, not a battlefield.”

Well, not until your violent campus SJWs—utterly devoid of any “knack for provocation,” and with no history at all of “inviting disruption,” natch—decide to shut down and de facto ban a speaker whose ideas they don’t agree with, apparently—thereby making it a battlefield, at least metaphorically. But when they do it, all bets are off, all declamations supporting “freedom of speech” are flushed, all tolerance renounced, all minds closed…and battle is eagerly joined, no matter how you may choose to refer to the ground on which it is fought.

The REAL problem here is, now you twerps just might get some fight back, at long last.

Once again, all they had to do was leave us alone; they didn’t have to attend Coulter’s speech if they didn’t want to. But the very idea that she might be allowed to speak at all was intolerable to them, and via credible threats of violence, they shut free speech down, and directly trampled not just Coulter’s Constitutionally-protected rights, but, indirectly, everyone’s.

And that says all about them that anybody should ever need to know. They are fascists; they are not just un- but anti-American; they are a direct threat to absolutely everything this country is supposed to be about. They are precisely what the Founders feared most, and warned us most explicitly about, in every word and writing.

May the dimestore dictators wake up before it’s too late to avoid the cataclysm they’re forcing on us. Failing that, may they have joy of their choice—in Hell, alongside all the other vanquished would-be tramplers upon human liberty.

Sad denouement update! Leave it to Steyn to get to the bloody heart of it:

The left is increasingly confident in its ideological enforcement mob. Yet, as we saw a week or two back at Berkeley, when you incentivize thuggery, it’s careless to assume you’ll always have a monopoly of it. That too is a free-speech lesson – because, as I always say, in a society without freedom of speech, without vigorous public debate, all you can do to express yourself is punch the other guy’s lights out.

So here we are seven years on from the show not going on in Ottawa, and free speech is despised even more. I should note one other small change: in the old days, columns such as the one below used to attract emails from US readers pointing out that “We’re not like you Canuck pussies/Euro-wimps/[Insert Despised Foreign Jurisdiction Here]. Americans won’t put up with this nonsense.” But it’s 2017 and, from Middlebury to Berkeley, Americans are putting up with it. The organs of the state – from taxpayer-funded schools to law enforcement – are colluding with the thugs against the only diversity that matters: diversity of opinion. A First Amendment that doesn’t extend even to public universities is in pretty poor shape. What matters is public support for the broader culture of free speech and in the US, as in Canada and Europe and Australia, the left’s hostility to freedom of expression is ever more brazen.

He then goes on to repost a 2010 column which is depressingly even more germane now. The meat of the whole thing:

Remember Allan Rock? Oh, come on, he was all the rage for 20 minutes back in the nineties. Was it only a decade ago that he was briefly a rising star among Liberal cabinet ministers and that week’s prime-minister-in-waiting? Having drunk from the poisoned chalice M. Chrétien reserved for his many putative successors, Mr. Rock landed with his bottom in the butter and, for not entirely obvious reasons, is now president of the University of Ottawa. After M. Houle’s Houligans had gone to work, president Rock felt obliged to defend his institution. “We have a long history of hosting contentious and controversial speakers on our campus.”

That’s good to know. By “long history,” you mean 50, 70 years ago? Because the speakers hosted in recent seasons seem to be the usual parade of dreary publicly funded identity-group ward-heelers living high off the hog of diversity. Anyone else has a tougher time wiggling through. The howling gang of rent-a-leftists that greeted Miss Coulter at Ottawa is the natural product of this shrivelled, desiccated environment. I don’t suppose M. Houle gave his email much thought, other than that it would impress the many colleagues to whom he copied it: what a man! Speaking truth to power blond! But most of the diversity-peddling faculty are old enough to have some residual acquaintanceship with the inheritance they affect to revile. Whatever bollocks they spout in class, they have no wish to live anywhere other than an advanced Western society: for one thing, it’s the only place you can make a living selling fatuous pap about diversity; in that and many other ways, multiculturalism is a unicultural phenomenon. In some deep unacknowledged sense, they understand they’re engaged in a pantomime.

But their students are another matter. If you’re born circa 1990, you have been raised entirely in a François Houle world: this is all you know; it’s the air that you breathe. It’s like the difference between the first generation of rock ‘n’ rollers and those nineties gangsta rappers. Elvis sang, “If you’re looking for trouble, you’ve come to the right place / If you’re looking for trouble, look right in my face.” But when you did, as the novelist Tony Parsons noted, you couldn’t help noticing he was wearing a little too much mascara. Whereas when you looked into Snoop Dogg’s or the Notorious B.I.G.’s face, you really were looking for trouble. Asinine ham-fisted clods like Houle are play revolutionaries; I’m not so sure about his young charges. When he threatened criminal charges against Miss Coulter, it was a cheap rhetorical sneer. To his students, it was a call to arms. One was struck in news reports of the riot at the complete worthlessness of the “disciplines” the protesters are “studying”: “Sameena Topan, 26, a conflict studies and human rights major.” Twenty-six, huh?

As for Ottawa’s coppers, they certainly demonstrated that famously Canadian “restraint.” Faced with a law-abiding group engaging in legal activity and a bunch of thugs trying to prevent it, the police declined to maintain order. As George Jonas wrote, “Ottawa’s finest exemplified Canada’s definition of moral leadership by observing neutrality between lawful and lawless.”

There seems to be rather a lot of this in the True North restrained and civil. I’m not just referring to obvious surrenders such as Caledonia, but to the bizarre episode of TVO’s The Agenda broadcast from the Munk Centre last week. No Ann Coulter around, only the finance minister of Ontario. But a Coulteresque mob rushed the stage, and the host Steve Paikin had to insert himself between protesters and the minister. “Regardless of what you thought of yesterday’s budget,” wrote Paikin, “I don’t believe guests who agree to appear on The Agenda ought to get beaten up.”

Oh, c’mon, you pussy. Where’s your commitment to social justice? As in Ottawa, law enforcement declined to enforce the law, the OPP remaining in the wings as thugs rushed the stage. “The police, I’m told, were urged not to intervene,” Paikin explained, “lest pictures of demonstrators being hauled off by the cops show up all over YouTube.”

True. You might haul off a Muslim or a lesbian and find yourself in “human rights” hell. Better just to linger nonchalantly by the side until it’s all over: O Canada, we stand around for thee. Her Majesty’s Constabulary seem to be sending the message that violence pays-—at least for approved identity groups. That doesn’t seem a prudent strategy.

Well, it depends on what your desired end-state is. If your goal is the humiliation of the West and the destruction of its culture—and you feel assured enough by prior meekness in its defense, previous pliant acceptance of your raw aggression, that such meek acceptance will continue—well, what’s not to like? You get to go on winning without resistance; you get victory without real battle, conquest sans combat. You get to march off the field without even getting your clothes dirty or your hair mussed.

But if your goal is the ongoing well-being of the very culture without which you cannot exist, but which your demented ideology demands you revile and undermine…well, yeah, imprudent is probably putting it mildly. But that realization would require an acknowledgement the Left is not capable of, and a logic that is far, far beyond them. It would require humility; it would require an admission of dependency and inferiority that, while perfectly proper and accurate, they can never, ever be reconciled to. Nobody ought to expect it for a moment. As my mom always said: wish in one hand, shit in the other. See which one gets full quickest.

Plain and simple update! That’s about the size of it:

This is who we are up against. They don’t want to debate. They want to destroy. They have created a straw man and that straw man needs to be punished for the fictional crimes he has committed until society suffers so much decay, the freaks appear normal.

There is a culture war going on, and it’s apoplectic idiots with nothing to say vs. perfectly sane people who want everyone to have their say. Our world includes them. They can go have a talk about how Nazis are lurking around every corner and Trump is Hitler. We won’t “shut it down,” as Yvette Felarca brags. Their world doesn’t include us. They don’t tolerate Nazis, and by Nazis they mean anyone who doesn’t take their radical views seriously. If you think there are two genders (as doctors do), if you don’t support gay marriage (over a third of Americans oppose it), if you think illegal aliens are illegal (as the law does), if you think women are different from men (as reality does), you are a Nazi and you need to be punched in the face. This kind of harassment works for a while. Sane people aren’t looking for trouble. We have jobs and we want peace and quiet after a hard day’s work. However, when you burn down a gay immigrant’s talk because you think he’s a homophobic xenophobe, we start to question your cause. When professors need a neck brace after trying to escape a talk that was already shut down, we begin to wonder what you’re thinking. When pedophiles start telling us what to do, we begin to question their morals. When feminists embrace Sharia, we begin to consider the possibility that none of these people have any idea what they’re doing. Then, when breathtakingly gorgeous intellectuals get maced for daring to question the anarchist narrative, we begin to get angry. This is where we are. We’re angry. And you’re not going to like us when we’re angry.

Leftist propaganda is done because we know the truth, and the truth is they’ve all been lying. Alexis de Tocqueville recognized that democracy was much less efficient than aristocratic society, but when the people finally do get off their asses and fight, nothing can stop them. This is where we’re at. The momentum has finally hit its stride and nothing can stop it now.

Yeah, feels that way to me too. After reading this entire post, something smacked me upside the head: they’re absolutely obsessed with us, but we really don’t give much of a shit about them. Very few of us are at all interested in wasting any precious time pondering what they think; let them huddle in their decaying urban rat-traps and mutter about us all they like, we don’t care. They can live however they like; we have no interest in stopping them, or shielding them from the consequences of whatever mad lifestyle they may dream up.

And in the end, that’s what drives them mad, I think: we don’t care. They don’t matter in the least to us. Their opinions are their own, and we aren’t humbled by their view of our benighted failure to share them. At long, long last, try to provoke Daddy all they like, Daddy is no longer paying attention; Daddy is bored, and Daddy has better things to do. The ensuing hissy-fit probably shouldn’t surprise any of us, really.

We wanted a President who didn’t despise America, who didn’t blame America, who would put our national interests first instead of last, when they were considered at all. Who would be unabashed and unembarrassed by his patriotic affection for his country. We elected that President fair and square, against all odds. Beyond that, well, know what? Honestly?

We. Don’t. Care. Sorry, snowflakes, but there it is.

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Fighting the Antifa fascists: a practical AAR

Advice from someone who’s been there and done that:

Those Nike batting helmets are light, but they work! I took a rock to the top of my head yesterday that probably would have had me out. We also tested it before the saturday with a could of good smacks to the sides and back with both dowels and 1x3s. The impact jerked your head, but it protected against the pain and did a reasonable job of getting the blow to skate along the curves of the helmet.

One of the folks there next to me wasn’t wearing a helmet, and took a nasty smack in the head with a thrown full mini-can of soda. He recovered OK, but there was a LOT of blood. They have video of him getting treated.

Wear a helmet…even if you are fit and young. I armored up because I am slow, but even those fit madmen dodging rocks on the front line could use it.

…and VD, They did a fantastic job of keeping the lines together yesterday. They had folks watching for flanking and the berserkers (that’s what those based millennials were fighting like…absolutely breathtaking) at the front were keeping an ear out for the yell to pull back when they smashed into the front lines of the very skinny antifa janissaries. There were only a few incidents of folks pushing too far and getting enveloped.

Gloves are necessary as well. I started out with my motorcycle gloves, but lost them when I took them off to put some gauze on the fellow how to smack with the soda. Even though I didn’t take a hit in the hands, I still learned why I needed them after the rally when I was heading back home. I didn’t get pepper sprayed directly, but I did go through the clouds a couple of times and helped a few guys holding their head back when they were getting their eyes washed out. Pepper spray residue was all over my hands and when I took off my mask, helmet and goggles, I instinctively wiped my lips. Noob mistake that would have been mitigated if I was wearing gloves. I’m glad there were no cameras to capture my “it’s too spicy” dance.

Vox elaborates:

Remember, antifa is all offense, so the leaders are not expecting to engage in any direct conflict themselves. The wedgies were a nice touch; another effective humiliation is to tie their shoelaces together or to remove their belts and bind their ankles with them.

Okay, that’s just hilarious right there. Once our side really DOES get fed up and decide to start fighting back, these pitiful geeks are well and truly fucked. They’ve become used to assaulting people with complete impunity; that will end, and right soon. They’re cowards, and nothing more—accustomed to hiding in crowds and never being called to account for their chickenshit attacks; sucker-punching people and then running away, never pursued by the cops and allowed to melt away into the surrounding landscape.

These are quintessential liberal-fascists, opposed to violence except when it suits them, completely ignorant of guns and other weaponry that they’re viscerally frightened of and upset by. Unfortunately for them, they’ll soon be facing off with former soldiers, men who have served in the combat arms and have done battle on faraway fields against a relentless enemy, under absurd rules of engagement demanded by the self-same feebs that forced them to witness the slaughter of their brothers for no good reason, while denying them the ability to retaliate effectively.

Those combat-blooded soldiers resent those ROEs, as well they might; they know full well who inflicted the ROEs on them—who tied their hands and effectively turned them from able, near-invincible warriors into mere walking targets. And now those pathetic, gutless cowards want to overturn an election that didn’t go their way, to effect a soft coup d’etat merely by boo-hooing and bleating in the streets over it?

Um—sorry, snowflakes, but…no. Most emphatically, NO. If you really do want a stand-up fight, keep pushing and you’re going to get one. If you want to keep on sneaking up and punching us from behind without ever being called to account, well, sorry to tell you: Ain’t. Gonna. Happen. Our patience with you is fully expended. We don’t want this civil war. But we aren’t the types to shrink from it if it’s forced on us, either. Both cheeks have been turned at this point; you damned well better wake up and pull yourselves back from the brink of madness, before we all plunge over the precipice and into the abyss in one big, ugly pile.

I say again: I fervently hope they do come to their senses at last. But I ain’t holding my breath, either. Wedgies, pepper spray, and batting helmets are going to be the very least of it, and will come to seem quaint and almost charming before all is said and done, I’m afraid. If they don’t stop pushing, it will be bullets, blood, and disastrous chaos all too soon, seems to me.

But know what? So be it then, frankly. They’ve stolen all of our liberty that they ought to be allowed; way more, in fact. May they come to regret that choice, as is only just. And may they profit from their very own teachable moment, at long last. As I keep saying: there is liberty, or there is tyranny. All they ever had to do was leave us alone. They wouldn’t, or couldn’t. Now, they must be stopped. And eventually, they will be.

Update! Have we reached peak liberal-fascist violence yet?

Political Violence is Here — Now the Question is, Who Can Do it Better?
The fake news media was silent when a woman wearing a Make BITCOIN Great Again hat was pepper sprayed by (a) left-wing activist. The young woman wearing a bitcoin hat was not the first woman to be assaulted by a liberal.

No, she most certainly was not—nor the last, either. But soon enough, one of us will be the last. May God have mercy on the liberal-fascists when we finally decide we’ve had enough…because we surely won’t. They’ll get the same mercy and forbearance from us that we’ve received from them right along: none at all.

(Via WRSA)

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There’ll always be an England?

Another fine Steyn music post, about a song I always did like.

Not when she sang, though. It’s not a creamy voice, like GI Jo Stafford’s. There’s something rawer in there, and in those early records a very real emotional clutch. The sound of Britain at war is Vera Lynn singing, whether “There’ll Always Be And England” or “We’ll Meet Again”. And, with either number, despite the notorious British antipathy to audience participation, she never had to cajole the Tommies or anybody else into joining in.

On that rather strained luncheon with Princess Margaret, Dame Vera seemed a delightfully near parodic embodiment of Englishness. (She sent back the avocado with the words, “This foreign food disagrees with me.”) Afterwards, we had a little chat about her songs. “They still like ‘We’ll Meet Again’,” she said (I seem to recall a couple of laddish telly pop stars had just had a Number One cover version with it). “But ‘There’ll Always Be An England’ is what they call ‘controversial’,” she added, lowering her voice, lest someone might overhear.

By “controversial”, she meant that the very concept of “England” was now officially discouraged. “There’ll Always Be An England” is conspicuous by its absence on her 100th birthday album and her other hit CDs of this century. With one of her two signature songs all but banned from the airwaves, the survivor was imbued with a kind of pathos it had never had during the lowest moments of the Second World War. It came to symbolize simultaneously both Britain’s wartime defiance and a resigned acceptance of remorseless decline. To me, Dame Vera’s original near-eight-decade-old recording sounds sadder with every passing year.

We’ll Meet Again
Don’t know where, don’t know when
But I know We’ll Meet Again
Some sunny day.

Will we? You can see what Dame Vera means about the “controversial” nature of “There’ll Always Be An England” at the Blairite website set up after the 2005 Tube bombings. Its object was to try to identify British “icons” around which a roiled nation could unite. In the comments responding to “There’ll Always Be…”, a reader who identifies himself as Alex rages that the song is “an appallingly syrupy anthem to petty nationalism and ‘little Englanders’. Haven’t two world wars shown us that nationalism is a scourge, a hangover from the tribal groupings of the Dark Ages? I’m a citizen of a united Europe, and proud to be so.” On the other hand, Margaret Stringfellow says, “The EU is hell bent on destroying England as a country, by replacing England by the Regions. There will not always be an England unless the English people wake up.”

I’ve mentioned it here before, and I’ve searched and searched for it over the years and never have been able to find it, but I distinctly remember a quote from some Englishter, a government official of some type, not long after 9/11 that I thought was piercing indeed. Asked by a reporter if our Cousins across the pond remained able to respond forcefully to such hideous aggression, the guy pointed out that it was the wrong question; the truly relevant question, he said, was “whether England remained England.”

Depressing, innit? But all prospective cracks from me about “Londonistan” aside, who knows; perhaps the same stark division we’ve seen here between the iniquitous multiculti surrender-monkey derangement in our urban areas and the stouter, sterner, more sensible mindset prevalent in flyover country will yet hold true in England. They—and we—had better hope so, at least.

But perhaps not; Steyn just about puts paid to it with his closer:

On November 25th 1941, off the coast of Alexandria, HMS Barham was torpedoed by a German U-boat during a visit to the battleship by Vice-Admiral Henry Pridham-Wippell. The ship lurched to its port side, the commanding officer was killed, and the vice-admiral found himself treading oil-perfumed water surrounded by the ship’s men and far from rafts. To keep their morale up, he led them in a rendition of “There’ll Always Be An England”. The 31,000-ton Barham sank in less than four minutes, the largest British warship destroyed by a U-boat in the course of the war. But 449 of its crew of 1,311 survived.

“There’ll Always Be An England” was written for that England.

It’s different now.

Lots of things are, to our great detriment. We’ve lost much, and thrown away even more. It remains to be seen whether we retain enough to bring us back from the brink of disaster and destruction. Personally, I have some small hope. But I have to admit it probably ain’t the way to bet.

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An idea whose time is….

Coming soon.

Mind you, these insulated and boundlessly arrogant coastal creeps are so out of touch that they expected to be able to shit on the Silent Majority from here to eternity without the Silent Majority ever barking back at the ballot box. And they remain so encased in their opaque Rainbow Bubble that they appear to think that sooner or later, people won’t start punching back.

At this point, the psychotic hyperbole of the Antifa turds is so familiar as to be depressingly mainstream—SMASH the Nazis! CRUSH their skulls into the pavement! The only good fascist is a DEAD fascist!

Believe this—if they were truly under the impression that the “Nazis” were such a looming threat, they wouldn’t be acting nearly this bold. They act without fear, mainly because it’s been generations since anyone gave them a good reason to be afraid.

Enter the new Right Wing Death Squads, which don’t truly exist as anything more than an idea at this point. They are not organized and well-funded like Antifa are, and to my knowledge they are not responsible for any rioting nor even a single sucker punch…yet.

At the moment, it is not an organized movement so much as it is the sort of threat that a longsuffering parent may give to its misbehaving child—“If you keep it up, I’m going to really give you something to cry about.”

What could be more appropriate, for a bunch of misbehaving children?

Follows, a brief history of actual death squads, a good few of which it shouldn’t surprise you to learn were oriented Leftwards. Bottom line? This:

If the left keeps kicking the hornet’s nest, they shouldn’t cry if they wind up getting stung. Oh, they’ll cry—it’s what they do—but they shouldn’t.

For eight years—with all the flash mobs and Occupy protests and wide-scale looting and arson whenever a black criminal who fought with a cop wound up getting shot—the left threw Victory Riots. Now they seem hell-bent on at least four years of Defeat Riots.

But somehow I doubt they’d be nearly so brazen if they feared that down every street across America, their violent shenanigans might be met by self-styled Right Wing Death Squads who are willing to fight back. Ronald Reagan was clearly not yet senile back when he insisted that the only way to achieve peace is through strength.

Yep. As I keep saying: careful what you wish for, Leftards, lest you get it in the end—good and hard.

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Petulant, pussified boy-man comes up short again

Putin took his measure years ago, and found Obambi wanting. He was correct in that assessment.

Russian President Vladimir Putin said today he will not expel 35 U.S. diplomats, rejecting his foreign minister’s recommendation to do so in response to U.S. sanctions.

Putin, in a statement on the Kremlin’s website today, referred to the new sanctions, including the expulsion of Russian intelligence operatives, as “provocation and aimed at further weakening the Russia-U.S. relationship.”

“The diplomats who are returning to Russia will spend the New Year’s holidays with their families and friends,” Putin said in a statement that also included season’s greetings to President Obama and Donald Trump. “We will not create any problems for US diplomats. We will not expel anyone.”

He added: “As it proceeds from international practice, Russia has reasons to respond in kind. Although we have the right to retaliate, we will not resort to irresponsible ‘kitchen’ diplomacy but will plan our further steps to restore Russian-U.S. relations based on the policies of the Trump administration.”

Good for him. Putin is a real leader—a tough, realistic player on the international stage; Barky is a punk in way over his head, an unaccomplished, egotistical cipher with nothing whatsoever to be so narcissistic about. Putin just took the high road and made Obarbie a laughingstock yet again. Not that that’s at all difficult to do, mind; the whole world has been laughing at him while running rings around his smug, stupid ass for eight long, miserable years now.

It’s going to be a matter of real interest—in ways, an outright pleasure—watching Trump and Putin spar and joust under terms of mutual respect, if not genuine admiration. That’s as it should be; if I was an ISIS leader right now, I would be shaking in my boots at the world of hurt about to descend on my head when two serious players team up to put an end to my reign of terror once and for all, instead of just talking big and doing nothing of any real or lasting import.

January 20th can’t come soon enough. That’s when the real “reset button” gets pressed. The entire world will be better off for it, too.

Update! Thomas Lifson:

First and foremost, this move disempowers President Obama before he even leaves office. Our chief geopolitical rival – a notion Barack Obama sneered at in a presidential debate with Mitt Romney – has just in effect said to Obama, “Who cares what you do? You’re outta here in 3 weeks, buddy.” Dismissing Obama as not worthy of retaliation projects a loss of face onto the world stage, making a capon out of the outgoing president.

Again: not hard to do. He never was anything much else but. Our first affirmative-action pResident couldn’t ever have amounted to much more than a sad, bitter joke. And, well, here we all are.

Don’t worry: I realize that Putin is a thug from the KGB. The sad fact is that ruthless people occupy a disproportionate number of head-of-government roles in the world. I doubt very much that President-elect Trump has any illusions.

In the meantime, Obama looks smaller and smaller.

To some of us who saw through the manufactured deception from the beginning, he always was small. Hey Barky, how about getting back to slowing the rise of the oceans and healing the planet, whydon’tcha?

Fucking jackass.

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Uncle Peter, my smelling salts!

Trump refuses to play along by committing himself to accepting the results of a rigged election! Why, he’s undermining the very foundation of our corrupt illusion of democracy!

The very instant that Chris Wallace explained to Trump that both his running mate and his daughter had said they’d accept the results of the election, I knew that Trump was going to dive into the deep end. He simply can’t resist looking like the toughest man in the room, and if he can do it by showing Mike Pence who’s boss, then all the better. So he says the one thing guaranteed not just to send the media into a frenzy, he says something that everyone but his most die-hard supporters knows is absolutely cartoon-level crazy — that he’s going to keep us “in suspense.” Yet here’s the thing — you can be tough on vote fraud without jolting the American people. You can say, “Chris, I believe in upholding and protecting the laws of this nation, and that means respecting the integrity of the ballot box and the peaceful transition of power.” It’s that simple.

Yeah—because it’s incredibly crucially vital to respect the integrity of a ballot box that has been stripped of all integrity, to ensure a peaceful transition of power from the hard Left to the very slightly less hard Left.

Know who else had some thoughts on that?

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

Shocking! Appalling! Horrifying! Who the hell could possibly approve of such violent, dangerous rhetoric? Whoever said such things is entirely, uhh, deplorable.

I hope not to hear one further peep from the Trump-hating milksops at NRO and elsewhere about liberal media bias, Democrat Socialist voter fraud, or Hillary’s reflexive dishonesty from here on out. If their weak knees prevent them from making the leap from whining about things to doing something about them—something besides helping to elect Her More-Of-The-Sameness, I mean—then they need to use their flapping yaps exclusively for devouring the crumbs tossed to them from the Big Table, and absolutely nothing else.

I repeat: if you believe the liberal bias that permeates our culture, our media, our entertainment, and our schools isn’t affecting our elections, then why waste time whining about it? And if you believe it IS doing harm, and HAS fundamentally transformed this nation into the direct antithesis of the kind of country the Founders envisioned, why on earth would you object to speaking forcefully about it, or limit your options when it comes to trying to effect real change?

The Founders laid their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor on the line, and not in a metaphorical way, either. The #NeverTrumpTard “conservative” media professionals are so comfortably spineless they’re collapsing onto the fainting couches over mere blunt talk about the problem. The Founders—rough men ready to do violence on liberty’s behalf—built a great nation on the bedrock of their commitment. What are the Professional “Conservatives” building?

Update! Watching the network morning shows as usual, and my God, the spin is simply unbelievable. It’s a veritable blizzard of unrelenting bullshit, and nothing whatsoever more; they really are pulling out all the stops for their candidate, in the most brazen and shameless way possible. If the American voter can’t see through this naked skullduggery and subterfuge—or, worse, does see through it and elects Hillary anyway—it richly deserves absolutely everything it’s going to get. Texas needs to prepare itself for some major migration from points of the compass other than the usual one in that worst-case scenario; there’ll be people refugeeing in from all over Hillary’s Amerika, I hereby predict.

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Bull Moose redux?

Daniel crystallizes a comparison I’ve sort of been batting around in my own mind for a while now: Trump as Teddy.

A hundred years ago, Muslims were furious over an immigration bill whose origins lay with advocacy by a headstrong and loudmouthed Republican in the White House.

The anti-immigration bill offended the Ottoman Empire, the rotting Caliphate of Islam soon to be defeated at the hands of America and the West, by banning the entry of “all polygamists, or persons who admit their belief in the practice of polygamy.”

This, as was pointed out at the time, would prohibit the entry of the “entire Mohammedan world” into the United States.

And indeed it would.

The Immigration Act of 1891 had merely banned polygamists. The newest law banned anyone who believed in the practice of polygamy. That group included every faithful believing Muslim.

The Ottoman Empire’s representatives argued that their immigrants believed in the practice of polygamy, but wouldn’t actually take more than one wife. This argument echoes the current contention that Muslim immigrants may believe in a Jihad against non-Muslims without actually engaging in terrorism. That type of argument proved far less convincing to Americans than it does today.

Muslim immigration was still slight at the time and bans on polygamy had not been created to deliberately target them, but the Muslim practice of an act repulsive to most Americans even back then pitted their cries of discrimination and victimhood against the values of the nation. The Immigration Act of 1907 had been meant to select only those immigrants who would make good Americans.

And Muslims would not.

And still won’t. And never will, except maybe for the apostates. Their creed, after all, stands in opposition to and is incompatible with our Constitution, as TR and most other Western leaders once knew. The degree to which we’re willing to countenance the influx of immigrants who despise its principles is reflective of the degree to which we’ve abandoned those principles ourselves.

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