Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Ouch!

A righteous rip on Her Herness that stings like an enraged hornet.

With Bernie Sanders last seen in an ambulance and none of their other 2020 candidates looking like a proven national vote getter, it’s easy to imagine desperate Democrats turning to the former First Lady and two-time loser to save the party from a disaster she helped to create.

But when Hillary Clinton is the solution to your problems, your real problem might be problem solving itself.

If she does get in the race, Hillary will need a lot of money. At the moment that’s an issue, since many of the benefactors who were there for her in the past, are spread thin or—like Hollywood movie mogul Harvey Weinstein—sidelined by the #MeToo movement.

So until the field narrows and more funds are available Hillary’s working her blue-state base in community centers, churches, and lesbian bookstores while her publisher picks up the tab.

It has to feel a little like old times to the aging grifter. In 2000, she listened her way through every county in the state of New York before elbowing Caroline Kennedy aside to win a seat in the Senate. In 2008, she tried the same thing in her first run for the White House.

Even though Barack Obama proved to be the better con artist that year, Hillary was the first to cash in, turning her job as Obama’s secretary of state into the most lucrative pay-to-play operation Washington’s ever seen.

That’s one reason she lost the 2016 election to Donald Trump. Another was the fact that too many voters, for obvious reasons, found her “cold,” “aloof,” and “untrustworthy.”

This time things will be different, a familiar refrain whenever the Clintons are up to something.

And then it really gets vicious. And hilarious.

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Resurrection!

Cross-posted at DP and LT:

Lessee, now, where were we?

Yep, the good ol’ CF hogwallow is back up and running again, folks, thanks to a good friend of mine who has a CF email account and got tired of waiting around for me to scrounge up the requisite moolah. Thanks to one and all for their patience, and most especially to Bill and Francis for allowing me the privilege of hanging around here drinking all the beer, emptying out the fridge, and just sitting around on the sofa all day in my boxers scratching myself.

I’m happy to be back, although I also had to admit this in a comment over at Fran’s joint:

Sorry for not having clued you folks in on (the outage), but the truth is A) I’ve gotten hit with some fairly big unexpected expenses of late and frankly just have not been able to scrounge the cash yet, and B) I’ve also been busy as hell and decided to kind of withdraw a little from the whole political-discourse business for a bit. Francis touches on some of the reasons why in this post, with which I sympathize and couldn’t agree more. The futility of trying to reason our Leftist adversary out of positions he never reasoned himself into in the first place has gone from merely tiresome to infuriating, and there is no end in sight to his mulish stupidity. So I’ve been contest to pop in and post now and then here and at Daily Pundit as well, just to keep my hand in. But honestly? My pause from all this has been more refreshing than I imagined it would be, and the truth is I’ve never been closer to just saying to hell with it all and walking away in disgust than I am right now. I do sincerely appreciate y’all asking; maybe I’ll get the batteries recharged enough to dive back into the deep end soon, but for now I got too much on my plate and not enough fork to attend to it all. I’ll definitely try to be better about keeping everyone posted either way.

My enforced hiatus from the blogosphere and from politics generally was indeed refreshing; instead of obssessively spending an overlarge chunk of my day trying to scour as much of the ‘sphere as I could, both to keep abreast and in search of posting fodder, I not only avoided all but two or three of my usual haunts but pretty much all other news sources as well.

Now, I ain’t recommending that anybody detach themselves completely from current events, mind. We all have a solemn responsibility to pay attention, in fact, if we are to be worthy of calling ourselves citizens. But at the same time, I also have to admit that ignorance can be bliss, if only for a little while. The occasional restorative pause is probably good for all of us, if only as a mental-health maintenance program.

Now, on with the ranting.

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Let Trump be Trump

Limbaugh calls Conrad Black out for a serious and sorta puzzling misfire.

There are all kinds of people suggesting that Trump needs to stop tweeting, that Trump needs to stop talking about everybody who talks about him, that he’s gotta learn just to ignore most of it. There are people that say that Donald Trump’s just gotta stay focused on policy. Screw all this other tweeting and going after the media and calling them fake news and calling them the enemy of the people, just gotta stop that. It’s horrible.

Now, the people saying this are obviously the Democrats in the media, as well as Democrats in politics. And there are the Never Trumpers who say this. There are moderate RINO Republicans who say this, and they say, by the way, that if Trump would stop this, they could maybe find their way back. If Trump would just stop tweeting, and if he would just stop criticizing everybody, and if he would just shut up now and then, maybe we could end up supporting him.

And there is a new addition to this group of people, and I have to tell you that I was surprised to see it. On this program over the course of several months now I have referenced positively and quoted extensively from someone I believe to be a brilliant man. That would be Conrad Black. Conrad Black, a former media mogul himself. He’s Canadian. He is a member of the British House of Lords. He’s known officially as Lord Black of Crossharbour.

He exudes confidence all the time that Trump’s opposition is gonna get theirs, the silent coup members are gonna be indicted. He believes that all of these wrongdoers, all of the people that have misused the system to try to get Trump are gonna get theirs and they’re gonna get payback, and it’s gonna be criminal and indictments and it’s gonna happen very near the 2020 election. He’s been resolute in this confidence that Trump is not gonna lose his base, that Trump is going to continue to triumph.

His confidence is rooted in the substance of Trump’s policies that are succeeding on economics and on trade and dealing with illegal immigration. So I was shocked, and I must say I was shocked, to see that over at National Review Conrad Black has written that Trump needs to tone it down, that Trump needs to become more presidential.

So let me just put it to you this way. If Trump were to all of a sudden become more “presidential” in the way these people define it — if Trump were to stop tweeting, to stop being critical of the media, to stop calling them fake news, to start conducting real press conferences again like it’s always been done — would that make you feel better? Would that make you feel more enthused? Would that make you say, “All right! All right! I knew Trump could do it. I knew he could do it. I feel better.”

Is that how you would react to it? I’m just putting the thought out there. In other words (impression), “Donald Trump needs to become more like everybody else in Washington. Politicians are politicians. Presidents are presidents. There’s a code. There’s a standard. There is a behavior that is accepted, and there hasn’t been any exception to it except for Trump, and it’s time that he conformed to it! It’s time that Trump became the emblematic Washington politician.” A lot of people getting nervous about this out there.

I can boil it down even further than that, to highlight just how nonsensical and ass-backwards Black’s idea is. In other words: “If Trump would only abandon the very qualities that got him elected—his outsider, non-professional-politican status, his brashness and combativeness—his chances for reelection would increase.” Or: “Trump should become more like the very people we sent him to do battle with on our behalf, so that Peggy Noonan and David French might consider supporting him.”

Absurd. As Rush himself has said: this is what fighting back looks like. It had become such a vanishingly rare thing to witness over the years that the DC Snob class, most especially the effete loser-“elite” of the GOPe and their lapdog punditry, was blinded by its sudden, unexpected reappearance. If they’re made uncomfortable by that, so much the better; I consider their discomfiture a feature, not a bug, and certainly not any kind of a problem that Trump needs to bother about. As Limbaugh concludes:

Most of them have no idea about Trump. They live and breathe all of these preconceived notions. They haven’t taken the time — like the Democrats and the Democrats in the media haven’t taken the time — to really understand Trump or the people that support him and voted for him.

They don’t want to understand them. They despise them, and still hold out hope that Trump and his Dirt People can be thwarted, by hook or by crook—their unwelcome presence removed, their concerns ignored, their voices quieted, their hopes dashed…and business as usual in the Old Order restored to its rightful primacy.

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We could do worse

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

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

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




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

Oh. Never mind.

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Intervention needed

Can’t SOMEBODY stop this poor, addle-pated old megalomaniac from continuing to shit and fall back in it in public? Of course, metastasizing senility; a lifetime of corruption, graft, and dishonesty; the unshakeable miasma of perpetual also-ran status; and a trustworthiness quotient rougly equivalent to that of the scorpion riding across a flooded river on the frog’s back are hardly Gropey Joe’s only problems.

His appeal used to be that of someone who liked Budweiser and talking about sports and who did not give off the kind of smarmy condescension vibe to normal people who work for a living that is now so typical of blue state libs. You were talking about the old Joe when you talked about old school Dems, the party of the workin’ man instead of the party of the illegal alien, government drone and bitter SJW. These salt-of-the-earth folks were the very people that Trump – who spent his whole career working with union guys to build stuff instead of bloviating for a living like the New Class elites are wont to do – appealed to and stole right out from under the Democrat coalition. Not that many Democrats minded losing the white working class – Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit famously wrote off people who sweat when they work, probably because of all that unjust privilege held by guys who drive Mac trucks or fix toilets.

Joe’s big sell is that he could get these Normals back in the fold, and that was a threat for a while, except Joe has not only dived way left with his party but the scrutiny he has invited has changed the Biden narrative, and not for the better.

Here’s the thing – you are not going to win back hardworking middle-class voters by promising to pay for the medical care of illegal aliens who shouldn’t even be here in the first place. And it’s pretty hard to trash the current medical system when it’s the system you and your boss Barack Obama forced us all into in the first place. Getting huffy when you get asked how many genders there are and then get a follow-up of “So, what’s number three?” does not help you appeal to real people either.

But it’s not his only problem. He’s got a whole bunch of problems and Trump will mercilessly twist the knife in every one of them.

Let’s start with his family. His relatives were apparently brazenly peddling Joe’s influence to the Chi-coms and the Ukrainians and probably others. While that won’t upset the mainstream media – it only cares about fake TRUMP RUSSIA TREASON baloney when it comes to foreign influence peddling – normal people will find that disturbing. And the mainstream media can no longer treat such stories the way the big Indian (no relation to Elizabeth Warren) treated Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest because we now have alternative media to get out the word on this sordid corruption.

And let’s not even get into his son Cokie’s bizarre lifestyle. “Well, Mr. Vice President, the good news is your son is no longer married to your other son’s widow. The bad news is he left her to marry someone else then knocked up yet another woman.”

Even putting aside his disturbing skinny-dipping fetish, there’s the gal-groping. He seems to be trying really hard not to get handsy with the local talent, but you know he’s going to slip up. He can’t help it. He’s not a mere hugger. He’s gross, and that’s already defining him.

Now, maybe you can survive some tarnishes on the old image. Hell, people still voted for the Clintons again and again. But it’s hard to survive being defined as an incoherent bull-Schiff-er.

Joe is the Gaffe-O-Matic, with a new embarrassment every day exuding from his ever-open piehole. One day he’s standing in New Hampshire extolling the virtues of Keene, Vermont. The next day he’s creating his own ever-morphing Sarajevo sniper story about pinning a medal on a corporal, or was it a Navy captain? There’s a significant difference, in that the corporal actually works for a living. And a “young” Navy captain? Let me assure you that no O6 in any branch qualifies as “young.”

Just one or two of those things could very well torpedo the hopes of even a better-qualified, younger, more appealing candidate; taken in toto for someone as alarmingly desperate for power and approbation as Gropey Joe is, they’re completely insurmountable. Yet even with the Ghosts of Failure Past, Failure Present, and Failure Yet To Come weighing him down like Jacob Marley’s chain-and-cashbox necklace in Schlichter’s above recounting, we still haven’t really touched on the biggest problem haunting ol’ Plugs even yet.

Which simply is: nobody needs him. Worse, nobody wants him. The old-line Democrat-Socialist hacks damned sure don’t; their transparent re-release of Biden’s Scandal Greatest Hits as a means to sabotage him from the git-go made that plain enough. The Young Commie Turks? Oh, please. No matter how far moonbat-Left Gropey might tack—and nobody should think for a moment he wouldn’t be perfectly happy to swerve so far Left he’d come all the way back up behind himself to run up his own tailpipes, because he most certainly would—it will never be enough for them. Rightly or wrongly, his carefully-crafted reputation as something of a “centrist,” burnished over long decades back when he thought that might do him some good—not only isn’t what today’s truly insane Left wants, it isn’t something they’re willing to so much as tolerate.

Nor will his association with Obama be enough to pluck his tired old ass off the ash-heap of history’s discarded liars. As reverentially as many Barrackorrhoids still claim to regard His Most Puissant Majesty and all His mighty works, the truth is even He was a bit of a disappointment to a lot of them—much less Gropey, who was never much more than barely on their radar in the first place. Sure, were they able to scam out a way to quasi-legally “elect” Barky again, they probably still would. But it’s my guess that, as time goes by and they keep on mainlining The Pure they’re scoring from hardcore street slingers like Blotto O’Rourke, Omar, Tlaib, Crazy Bernie, and even Lieawatha, even Obama’s dazzling corona will begin to noticeably dim. In fact, I suspect it already has, maybe more than Ogabe Himself might realize. Biden never even had any corona at all.

All of which leaves poor, sad old Gropey absolutely nowhere. He’s the lamed, staggering fairgrounds pony no kid wants a ride on; the ugly teen sitting unnoticed and alone at the high-school dance quietly picking his nose; the root-beer flavored Dum Dum lollipop that nobody likes, always slumped at the bottom of the reception-desk bowl at the doctor’s office. If Biden was a horse, some merciful soul would surely have shot him by now, for his own good, in an act of true mercy and compassion.

Sorry, Gropey, but you were only nominally adequate as a bit-player in the Ogabe junta, and that is as close to being POTUS as you’re ever going to get. Find the dignity and humility to accept certain harsh realities, unpleasant for you as that may be; we’ll all be better off for it. Maybe you could go look up HILLARY!™ in the Hamptons and down three or eight bottles of cheap gin with her some afternoon. Have her teach you a thing or two about self-respect, if you can find the wherewithal. Try to catch her early, while she’s still somewhat coherent.

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Taking it to ’em

What fighting back looks like.

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That one’s hilarious all right, but this might be even better.

#ShutDownICE Protesters Shocked When Pick-up Truck Drives Through Their Blockade

A pickup truck drove into a row of protesters who were blocking the entrance to an ICE detention center in Rhode Island, Wednesday night, forcing them to scatter. “The whole world is watching!” the shocked crowd chanted in response. The truck reportedly belonged to a guard at the facility.

To add insult to injury, guards from the detention center later came out and pepper-sprayed the protesters.

Alas, it ain’t all happiness and joy; as so often happens in this life, we must take some bitter with the sweet.

No one one was seriously injured, the Jewish Telegraphic Agency (JTA) reported.

Well, that’s a damned shame. Better luck next time, I guess.

Video of the incident shows people screaming and running as the car moves slowly into the crowd. The crowd then broke out into a chant of “The whole world is watching.”

And pointing, and laughing.

“It was shocking, it was unexpected,” Rofeberg told JTA. “There’s some amount of risk when you go to an action like this. You don’t expect it to unfold like this.”

Not up until now you didn’t, more’s the pity. It is to be hoped your expectations will need to be adjusted accordingly from here on out. And the glad tidings just keep rolling in.

Proud Boys, Antifa Will Square Off in Portland This Weekend
If you’re going to be visiting Portland, Oregon, this weekend, the city fathers want you to know that despite Antifa and the Proud Boys confronting each other in rival demonstrations, you shouldn’t let that ruin your weekend.

If I’m in Portland, I figure my weekend is pretty much ruined anyway. A righteous PantiFa beatdown dealt out by the Proudies might be the only thing that could keep it from being a total loss.

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Fear the Bee!

How many liberals does it take to screw in a lightbulb? That’s not funny.

Progressives take their partisan comedy seriously. It helps that they have a stranglehold on the comedy landscape. When David Spade announced he wouldn’t attack President Donald Trump it made headlines.

Which brings us to The Babylon Bee.

For the uninitiated, the Bee serves up Christian satire with a heaping helping of political humor. Yes, the site often pokes fun at President Trump.

That’s what any respectable humor outlet would do, no matter who’s in the Oval Office. It’s also what comedians did prior to Obama’s election.

What the Bee produces that few, if any, comedy institutions attempt are stories that tweak the Left, often sans mercy.

Snopes rigorously fact checks Bee stories over and again that are obviously false, funny and targeting progressive stars like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Bee stories skewering conservative figures? Snopes.com leaves them unchecked.

Here’s why it matters.

Few comic voices are standing up to the Snopes.com bullies…yet. That’s not surprising. While Jimmy Kimmel laments Kathy Griffin’s struggle after posing with a president’s bloodied head he hasn’t, to our knowledge, rushed to the Bee’s defense.

Kimmel stands behind Griffin because they’re on the same ideological side. He wouldn’t dare mock Ocasio-Cortez, even if she’s the most mockable politician in our lifetime.

Why? Mocking her could ding her credibility and, by extension, hurt the Democrats. It’s why Snopes.com can’t leave The Babylon Bee alone. The outlet fears the power of their very funny viral jokes aimed at the Left. They may wish Twitter would ban their account already.

Given Twitter’s usual speedy resort to the ban stick for everybody else who isn’t a dyed-in-the-wool fellow traveler, it’s amazing they haven’t already. Must be time for me to post another Bee excerpt.

ATLANTA, GA – According to a report from the Centers for Disease Control released on Thursday, people with inside, compromising knowledge of Bill and Hillary Clinton’s financial and political dealings are 843% more likely to commit suicide.

“We’ve never seen a single risk factor cause a spike of this magnitude,” a CDC spokesperson told reporters. “Interestingly, in spite of their increased suicide risk, people with dirt on the Clintons rarely show any warning signs of suicide, and they never leave a suicide note.”

As always with the incredibly deft satirists at the Bee, it’s funny ’cause it’s damned near true. Their adroitness at skating along today’s increasingly rapier-thin line between the literal truth and the completely absurd makes their work all the more effective against the humorless Left. It’s a dead cert that many of them find themselves reduced to unmanned, spluttering discombobulation under the Bee’s withering assault on their lunacy, their hypocrisy, and their tail-chasing self-contradiction.

Laughter is not only the best medicine, it also makes a damned fine weapon too—especially when wielded against the scolds, killjoys, and whey-faced schoolmarms of the Left. Alinsky knew it:

Rule 5: “Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.”
Rule 6: “A good tactic is one your people enjoy.”

So nice to finally see their own Rules being used to shred the Radicals into bloody gobbets.

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Learn to code, bitches!

I cannot begin to tell you how much I enjoyed this article.

The far-left fake news outlet CNN came in 15th place in primetime during the previous quarter and lost nearly 20 percent of its already pathetic viewership.

…Obviously, what the above numbers prove is that CNNLOL is not the victim of a downturn in the overall news cycle but rather a victim of its own horribleness, of Suicide By Fake News and Hate.

In all of cable TV during primetime, FOX was number one, MSNBC number two, and CNNLOL was number…. 15.

In the all-important (for advertiser rates) 25-54 age demo during primetime hours, FOX averaged 373,000 viewers, MSNBC 252,000, and CNNLOL just 188,000.

Compared to this same quarter last year, in the age demo, FOX is down 21 percent and MSNBC 27 percent, but CNNLOL again managed to humiliate itself with an incredible 37 percent crash of young primetime viewers.

With only two other cable news outlets as competition, not a single CNNLOL program ranked in the top 20.

There’s a reason why more Democrats tune into MSNBC and probably even Fox News.

CNN is an unreliable and dishonest hate network obsessed with working out its psychosis against Trump and his supporters by going so far as to condone and encourage violence against them.

Okay, it’s possible I may not have enjoyed reading this quite as much as Nolte obviously did writing it.

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Unclear and confuscated

Obligatory disclaimer: yes, it’s the Bee, and I do know it’s satire. Or, as their new subscription-solicitation box pronounces: “Fake news you can trust, delivered straight to your inbox.”

And yes, I signed up for it.

WASHINGTON, D.C.—In a special session called to order Friday, Congress voted unanimously to do a complete overhaul of Father’s Day, renaming the holiday “Toxic Masculinity Awareness Day” and redefining the day’s meaning to encourage citizens to heap shame and disgust on all fathers, current or potential.

Americans across the country excitedly prepared to celebrate the updated holiday designed to shame fathers and all things masculine as the weekend approached.

“It was just time,” said House Speaker Paul Ryan, citing the high numbers of depression and anxiety among men as “a good sign things are progressing in the right direction, but we still have a lot of work to do before all men, everywhere do the right thing and hate themselves with the appropriate level of vehemence.” The new initiative seeks to have all men wailing in the streets in sackcloth and ashes, flagellating and weeping with shame and regret for their harmful, problematic masculinity.

The rewritten holiday guidelines suggest cancelling any gift orders for cigars or plans to take dad out for steak and instead sitting dad on the floor in the living room and repeatedly shaming him for being part of the problem, saying things like “Take that money you were going to spend on a beard trimmer and instead donate it to women’s rights.” The government also established an associated website, ToxicFathersDay.gov, where you can download a free card to give your father that reads, “This isn’t your day any more. Do better.”

Okay, I THINK it’s satire. Maybe not; it’s so hard to tell these days, and attaching that “statement” to Paul RINO ain’t helping to keep the lines clear either. Here, let’s try another one.

U.S.—While everyone has a mother–a necessity in every family for raising and providing for the children–there is a second type of parent some people have called a “father.” It is unknown what purpose this seemingly vestigial parent provides, but today is a holiday known as Father’s Day, where the existence of fathers is acknowledged even if their purpose is unknown.

There had been concerns in the past that fathers actually were harmful to families because of their toxic masculinity, but that masculinity has been tamed in recent years. Now they’re relatively harmless and can help with chores around the house–though usually only under tight supervision, as they’re not very good at them–and can occasionally watch the children–though this again can cause trouble, as they often irritate the children with bad jokes.

While no one recommends having a father, if you know of one, today is the day to tell him, “There you are.” Scientists expect fathers to completely disappear in the next few decades, though, as they’re replaced with an automated device that can both kill spiders and say, “Nice to meet you, Hungry.”

Yep, I think it’s satire. I THINK.

Know what the real problem with the Bee is, though? Every danged time I look in over there I wind up wanting to excerpt EVERYthing here. They just suck me right in every time, and whenever I find myself immersed therein it’s so enjoyable that I don’t want to come back out again.

Update! Exhibit A in support of that last ‘graph of mine.

Covert Navy SEAL Team Really Starting To Regret Wearing These Pride Month Uniforms
RAQQA, SYRIA—A Navy SEAL Team recently expressed regret in showing support for Pride Month after their new uniforms gave away their position in a covert operation to infiltrate an ISIS stronghold. Seal Captain James McKeever says they endured heavy gunfire after the little rainbow flags poking up off of their shoulder area drew the enemy’s attention. “The whole mission was a bust. We barely made it out alive.”

The SEAL team is now being investigated for hate speech after expressing such clearly unpatriotic and anti-gay opinions. “To refuse to wear a bright, rainbow-covered frog suit on a covert ops mission is the definition of anti-gay bias,” said investigator Janice Gillespie. “They will be duly reprimanded.”

See? You SEE what I mean, dammit?

Updated update! An incredibly moving Father’s Day tribute that is DEFINITELY not satirical.

The men of 8th Company were much older now and not as lean as the men — boys, really — who appeared in the photos from 1950-51. Most carried extra weight around the middle, had the leathery skin that came with years of overexposure to the sun, and old tattoos that had purpled with age on biceps and calves that were not as hard and chiseled as they once were — but you didn’t try to tell them that. Like old athletes, they spoke with as much bravado as ever.

I had to smile. It had been my privilege to be raised in the company of such men. They could be profane and the jokes were always off-color. They were, to a man, hard-drinking and chain-smoking. They incessantly complained about the army and were fiercely proud of their part in it. Ornery and ready to fight each other, they were nonetheless ready to die for each other, too. Their vices were ever near the surface and yet, I cannot imagine where America would be without their kind.

I was 20 years old and sat silently watching and listening as I so often did when my father swapped war stories with other veterans. But this time it was different. These weren’t just any veterans; these were the men with whom he had shed blood. This would be his last reunion and it was important to him that I be there. As the son of an 8th Company Ranger, I was, like other sons, an honorary member of this very exclusive club and therefore allowed to participate on the periphery of their banter — and fetch them beer. Lots of beer. Ranger reunions were impossible without beer. And with middle-aged men, that meant frequent trips to the bathroom.

With my father away for a moment on just that sort of mission, one of his old buddies leaned in as if to tell me a secret:

“If any man was ever born to be a soldier, it was your father. Some men have an instinct for the battlefield, and he damn sure did. Absolutely the best shot I ever saw. Could hit flies at a hundred yards. And, man, he was fearless…”

My father, returning, rolled his eyes: “That’s bulls–t, Mike. I was as afraid as any man.”

He turned to me. “It’s as I’ve told you before, son, a man who is truly fearless will get you killed. There’s something wrong with him. His instincts don’t tell him to be afraid when he should be. You want a man on point who wants to stay alive just like you do and whose senses are telling him ‘something’s not right here’ when there’s reason to believe you’re walking into an ambush. Now Mike here, was a helluva point man…” This was all very typical. They extolled each other’s battlefield heroics, but not their own.

All of these men dealt with the psychological wounds of war whether they ever received a Purple Heart or not. My mother tells me that my father suffered from hideous nightmares to the day he died, a recurring one being that he had fallen into a thinly covered mass grave full of bodies in a state of decomposition. Though he fights to climb out over the bodies, the rotten flesh slides off the bones as he grips them and their flesh remained on him for days until he could bathe, a luxury not afforded to men behind enemy lines. Though he would never say, she thinks the nightmare reflected an actual occurrence. I wager all of these men had nightmares of war.

Years later, as he lay on his deathbed delirious from the heavy doses of morphine, he returned to the battlefield. I will never forget his words, a command shouted with urgency and authority: “Cover the left flank! Cover the left flank! Move! Move! Move!” The order was repeated along with something about laying down suppression fire. Whatever the battle he was in, he was reliving it and he was determined to hold the line. In that moment, I prayed that the Lord would take him. He was suffering the horror of war all over again.

The next afternoon, his chest, heaving and belabored for days, relaxed and the air left his lungs in one long sigh. My father was dead.

Trust me when I assure you that you absolutely MUST read all of this. Keep the hankies close at hand when you do. And wonder where we ever found such men, and whether we’ll ever see their like again. Pray to God that we do; sooner or later, as surely as the Sun rises, we’re going to need them.

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Needles: pegged

Say it like you mean it, baby.

Last week, Charlottesville, Virginia Mayor Nikuyah Walker proposed ending recognition of Thomas Jefferson’s birthday as an official city holiday. Instead, she wants the city to celebrate the emancipation of local slaves a month earlier, as “Liberation and Freedom Day.” The proposal will be brought before the city council at either its June 17 or July 1 meeting, reports The Daily Progress, a local newspaper.

Charlottesville is the home to the University of Virginia, one of the United States’s premiere research and educational institutions, which Jefferson personally designed, founded, and led after serving as the U.S. president. It is Jefferson who wrote the words that became a promissory note of freedom for all people and that this nation cashed in its own blood. It is he who helped design a nation that has secured the most freedom for the most people in all of human history. All this means nothing, say today’s rageaholic iconoclasts, because he held slaves.

Followed to its logical conclusions, this line of thinking bans the idea of greatness itself. It subsumes all good actions to any possibly connected evil actions. It insists that the most defining feature of any person is his sins. And it pretends that simply by virtue of understanding that slavery is wrong, we who live today in the West are perfectly holy, and may freely and smugly condemn every single person who has ever gone before us, and brush away every insight and achievement of human history.

Not one of these overindoctrinated underachievers who want to rid our society of all heroes is fit to shine Thomas Jefferson’s boots. They couldn’t create a nation out of scratch if they tried. They couldn’t in a million years dedicate their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor to establishing a country that would be among the first in world history end slavery through a near-suicidal deluge of its own blood, in a dedication to the words and the institutions Jefferson helped create: dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal, and seeing that their government treats them so, at the cost of a higher percentage of deaths than it cost this nation to liberate the entire globe from Adolf Hitler.

So, while Jefferson is too dead to defend himself and the benefactors of his great ingenuities too maleducated by the government of his co-creation to give him the respect he deserves, these envious, cowardly, accomplish-nothings spit on his legacy. The very freedom these people use to dig up and roast his dead corpse they would not have without him. They use the priceless treasure he bought with his life for them like a piece of toilet paper on which to wipe their fetid excrescence.

Seconded, by every last cell in my body. With this boiling-hot screed, Joy Pullman has surely penned one for the ages. Sing it with me one mo’ time ag’in:

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Honey truck

Okay, so…uhh…okay, so…umm…ummmm…

Okay.

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

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

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

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Eyes, opening

A liberal gun-grabber gets Woke—really, truly Woke, I mean.

David Yamane is not your typical ivory tower sociology professor. Well, he’s not any more. As he related in a recent talk he gave the the National Firearms Law Seminar in Indianapolis, Prof. Yamane picked up a gun for the first time at the age of 42 and he hasn’t looked back.

He’s since made it his business to study America’s gun culture, including a class he now teaches at Wake Forest on the sociology of guns. As his website describes,

(T)he center of gravity of American gun culture has shifted from Gun Culture 1.0 — based in hunting and recreational/sport shooting — to Gun Culture 2.0 — based in concealed carry and armed self-defense. My approach to Gun Culture 2.0 is inspired by philosopher Baruch Spinoza: “I have sedulously endeavored not to laugh at human actions, nor to lament them, nor to detest them, but to understand them.”

That attitude alone tells you this guy was a highly atypical liberal to begin with.

Yamane has three lessons and takeaways for his audience.

  1. Guns are normal and normal people use guns – Resist efforts to stigmatize guns and gun owners by showing the positive face of gun culture.
  2. Shooting is fun and challenging – Promote the act of shooting whenever possible.
  3. Gun culture 2.0 is inclusive – Embrace diversity and inclusivity. Build Bridges not walls.

Yep: not at all your standard-issue, Mark-1 Mod-0 Lefty, his statement maintaining that he remains “a liberal professor journeying into American gun culture” notwithstanding. As a Class III range officer who has taught more than one bewildered and nervous hoplophobe how to shoot, I can tell you he’s not the only one. If you can only once get some of these people to the range, run the safety rules by ’em, put a gun in their hands, and let them fling some lead downrange, you’d be amazed how quick they come around. No, we’ll never change all their minds, nor will we persuade every one of them to just mind their own business and leave us the hell alone. At the same time, though, we can enlighten some. And we should.

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A deep dive with Buttplug

Not so deep, actually, but penetrating nonetheless. I just wanted to note that, in the highly unlikely event Buttplug actually makes any serious headway in his narcissistic quest for power he is wholly unqualified to wield, we can expect the Left to decry the abominable hate-crime of referring to him as Buttplug—uncouth, they’ll surely cry; obscene, insulting, a disgusting, sexually-loaded term which shouldn’t be used in polite circles! Enemedia will just refuse ever to utter it for any reason, no matter how widely it might come to be used.

My fellow bloggers, other shitlords one, all, and everywhere: let us hereby pledge to keep on, umm, plugging regardless. Hammer the little dweeb hard and fast with Buttplug, along with any other kind of raunchy innuendo you can come up with. If Lefty bitches annoyingly enough, we can always just toss a Teabagger or two his way, no?

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I’ve been waiting years for this and didn’t even know it

Steyn reviews one of my all-time favorite movies. Alas, he doesn’t seem to think much of it.

The point is Andy and Larry Wachowski figured they’d hit on the perfect wrinkle for a classic postmodern nerd franchise — the Star Wars of our generation. And if you say, “Hang on, old boy, surely Star Wars is the Star Wars of our generation?”, I’d say, nah, it’s too 1930s radio serial, and its grandiosity is plonkingly earnest and squaresville instead of as coolly meta as Keanu Reeves’ too-bored-to-act acting style. The Matrix was quickly followed by The Matrix RevisitedThe Matrix ReloadedThe Matrix Recycled, and Neo got paleo pretty quick. None of the sequels could quite match the initial red-pilling of surface reality, and so they simply dug the rabbit hole deeper. Zion is the last outpost of humanity – but maybe it’s merely a Matrix-within-the-Matrix? Ever consider that, huh? And what if Neo himself is a Matrix-within-the-Matrix-within-the-Matrix? He was supposed to be “The One” – but maybe one of the others is The One. Maybe The One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.

By the sequel, the Wachowskis’ “innovative visual style” (a Cecil B De Mille-scale computer game peopled by sullen pouters) was looking a lot less innovative: they did all the same things they did in the first film all over again, just more expensively and even more arbitrarily — the scene in which Keanu/Neo is fighting a hundred guys in black and doesn’t win, doesn’t lose, but just finds himself fighting vainly the old ennui and so buggers off after 15 minutes pretty much sums it up. By the second movie, Keanu had perfected his morose blank look, and fine actors like Laurence Fishburne were turning in performances so clunkily solemn you’d think they were auditioning for George Lucas. As usual, the subterranean city of Zion proved to be just another generic dystopian underground parking garage; and the orgiastic dance party looked like a weekend rave in Huddersfield.

But by then the Matricians or Matricists or Matrons or whatever they’re called were hooked. In the original film, Neo discovers that the meaning of our lives is an illusion; in the first sequel, the meaning of the film is an illusion. It doesn’t make much sense as it’s flying by, and it makes even less if you pause the tape and copy out all the dialogue. The rabbit hole doesn’t go deep at all; the buck stops about four inches down.

Oh well, no two of us can expect to agree on everything, right? I loved ’em all then, and I still love ’em now. I am willing to grant that the second one was the weakest of the series; that extended Zion-party sequence was indeed tedious at best. It felt like filler, a superfluous time-killer without any real narrative point or purpose. That stipulated, however, I did still like at least some of the rest of Reloaded, and thorougly dug Revolutions start to finish.

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Schadenfraudalicious

Gonna need to borrow a few of Ace’s notorious pudding cups over here. You know what for (explanation here).

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Speaking of Madcow, looks like she has Teh Sadz again. Ace—who is also doing a bang-up job himself, and having a ball doing it—offers his scaly, spike-covered shoulder in sympathy:

Check it out if you, like me, get cry-boners.

Oh man, seriously. She sounds like the little boy saying that Old Yeller will get better, he just needs to rest a bit.

I won’t bother re-posting the vid of Cartman refreshing himself with a cool, satisfying drink of Scott Tenerman’s tears again, but you all know I’m thinking it, right? Meanwhile, Schlichter frets over the damage done:

The damage to our country is hard to calculate right now. It will take a while to fully appreciate how this betrayal by our alleged betters has undermined the foundations of our Republic. But the signs are ominous. Normal people, those of us who build, feed, fuel and defend this country, have been awakened to the utterly incompetent and thoroughly venal nature of what Instapundit Glenn Reynolds correctly identifies as the U.S. franchise of a useless trans-national elite that prioritizes its own power and perks over the welfare of those is purportedly serves.

We’re woke now. We see that the people we’ve been electing – the people they allow us to elect – are really all the same. Only the labels are different, but the objective – their own money and influence – is identical. Except for Trump, who neither respects the elite nor plays by its shabby rules. And that’s why they threw away any pretens of honesty, integrity or respect for the rule of law to drive him out of the Oval Office they covet.

Congrats. This whole fiasco has convinced Americans that there are two sets of rules in America, one for the elite and one for us, and that the justice system is just a scam designed to help the elite hold onto power by punishing those who would challenge its rule. That’s poison to a free country, which is probably okay with our scuzzy elite since it does not actually want a free country. It wants a happy-face dictatorship, and it wants to do the dictating.

So, what next? What do we do?

Follows, a few suggested courses of action—all of which I endorse, some of which may actually happen. His conclusion I endorse also, albeit with a caveat:

The Mueller report marks the proverbial end of the beginning, not the beginning of the end, of this grave crisis. It’s a crisis where our Republic is in danger of becoming something very different, and something very much less free. Eliminating the Electoral College, letting in millions of illegal aliens, packing SCOTUS, banning guns – these are all leftist policies designed with one singular purpose, to dispossess you of the power to participate in your own governance and to ensure that we can never again elect someone like Trump who might challenge the elite’s stranglehold on control. We won this battle, but there is a long campaign ahead. Get ready, because if we let up then we will lose our liberty forever.

We’re already much farther along down those shadowy paths than we should ever have allowed ourselves to come, and it’s by no means certain that we’ll ever find our way out of the woods. The implosion of the Mueller witch hunt is undeniably a win not just for Trump but for all of us, and a big one at that. But as Kurt says, it isn’t the end of anything; the Left will quickly shove it down the memory hole, then move on to their next sordid scheme. They’ll keep right on coming, until they are not just defeated but utterly destroyed. And next time—or the next, or the next, or the one after that—we might not be so fortunate.

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“Soft beatings inevitably turn hard”

A calm voice in a turbulent time.

In March of 2016, during the heat of the Republican primary contest, Josh Marshall, the tetchy founder of Talking Points Memo, offered an ominous augury about the raucous Trump campaign. “Someone will die,” he thundered, giving, at the time, the umpteenth warning about the violent effects of the real estate magnate’s aggressive rhetoric. “It may sound like hyperbole. But this is the kind of climate of agitation and violence where someone will end up getting severely injured or killed. I do not say that lightly,” Marshall warned his loyal audience.

I’ve thought about the piece a lot since Trump’s unlikely election and the Democrats’ slow descent into madness. Every new instance of liberal-concocted violence brings it back to mind, like a nagging reminder. Whether it’s James Hodgkinson’s attempted killing spree, Trump supporters accosted in public, or even hoaxed hate crimes, Marshall’s prediction might appear prescient, albeit in a backwards way.

In “No Hate Left Behind,” Thomas Edsall cites a study from political scientists Nathan Kalmoe and Lilliana Mason on the growing ease at which Americans are willing to employ violence against their partisan opponents. “Just over 42 percent of the people in each party view the opposition as ‘downright evil,’” Edsall despairs, unaware that one of his byline colleagues once suggested “good people can’t be Republicans.” The data only gets worse from there. When asked if their favored party loses the 2020 presidential election, “18.3 percent of Democrats and 13.8 percent of Republicans said violence would be justified on a scale ranging from ‘a little’ to ‘a lot.’”

Then there’s the question of ontological moral status. The researchers found that “nearly one out of five Republicans and Democrats agree with the statement that their political adversaries ‘lack the traits to be considered fully human — they behave like animals.’”

Ahh, there’s that increasingly annoying false-moral-equivalence again. And false it is.

Consider: one side endorses murdering newly-born infants as “a woman’s right to choose”; one…doesn’t. One side commits actual acts of violence as punishment for expressing a dissenting opinion, even for merely wearing a certain hat in public. The other…doesn’t. One side holds rage-fueled rallies and protests which leave mountains of rubbish, ruined landscaping, broken windows, even bags of human feces and/or urine in their aftermath. The other holds mannerly, entirely (not “mostly”) peaceable events at which no one but themselves need fear assault, and thoroughly polices up its mess afterwards.

One side primarily inhabits decaying urban areas enlivened by crackheads, hookers, vagrants, and raving madmen; sidewalks festooned with piles of human shit; and miscellaneous other signposts of sophistication, superior intelligence, and gracious living. The other prefers clean, quiet, well-tended suburbs or more remote country homes, also clean and well-tended. In those areas, any shambolic wino stumbling groggily onto someone’s nicely-manicured lawn to pinch an open-air loaf will find himself remanded into police custody with a quickness, with three hots and a cot the only compensation for the “injustice” visited upon him. Hell, when somebody’s dog shits on the lawn it’s usually cleaned up right away.

No, one of these things is NOT like the other. I’ll leave it to you guys to discuss which is the more civilized and which is more closely comparable to “behaving like animals.” It seems pretty danged obvious to me, but YMMV. Then comes the calmer perspective:

Saying there’s too much hatred in America’s air is like saying there’s too much salt in the ocean. The country was founded on partisan bickering, which occasionally turned violent. It’s narrow-minded to suggest we’re at a more perilous time in our history than, say, the Civil War or even the frequent riots of the ‘60s and ‘70s or the Galleanist bombings of 1919. The last guy who tried to wage a national bombing campaign only sent duds from his bumper-sticker-laden creeper van.

Aside from hyperventilating Hollywood types, who get an outsized amount of media coverage, and the discursive rantings on Facebook, we’re not quite at the point where neighbors turn on neighbors, kids turn on parents, brothers turn on brothers, all in a bloody free-for-all. Go to a supermarket on any given day and you’ll see all types of Americans quietly going about their business. Few people let the fear of mass shootings or terrorist attacks disrupt their plans. We have yet to see roving gangs of marauders targeting MAGA-hat wearers or Beto devotees.

America doesn’t have an anger problem so much as it has an anger-management problem. We’re a naturally het-up people. Sometimes that leaks out into scrums of fisticuffs. But, a lot of frustration that drives these physical altercations comes from a double standard. Those who go unpunished for aggression aren’t going to see the light and make peace with their ideological adversaries. One side gets a clear pass when it comes to acting on its frustrations, and it’s not the side Jussie Smollett tried to blame for his botched publicity stunt. When leftists haul off and slug conservatives, the media-driven outcry is not nearly the same as when the inverse occurs.

Josh Marshall inadvertently revealed as much by focusing on Trump’s coarse language and not the left’s own lack of self-control. Yes, someone has died as a casualty of a twisted political ideology. But the threat of a mass breakout in violence remains overstated. How we act in person is different than what we say on Twitter or to a pollster. One-on-one conversation can ease years of Facebook-fueled tension in just minutes. As Great Britain’s P.G. Wodehouse once admitted during the Blitz, “when I’m about to feel belligerent about some country I meet a decent sort of chap” who causes him to lose “any fighting feelings or thoughts.”

That can all change, of course.

It can at that. We’ll know soon enough which way things go.

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Can’t get no…satisfaction

Naked and belligerent” is no way to go through life, honey.

FEBRUARY 18–Cops today arrested a “naked and belligerent” Florida Woman for allegedly attacking her fiancée after he declined to have sex with her, according to a police report.

Officers responding early this morning to a disturbance call at a Vero Beach apartment building encountered Samantha Jewel Hernandez, 21, sans clothes and in an ornery mood. Hernandez (pictured at right) denied doing anything to her fiancée, “but was too intoxicated” to provide further information.

The victim, 21, told police that Hernandez “wanted to engage him in sexual intercourse,” which he declined. “Hernandez was angry at the fact that [the victim] did not want to have sex and began attacking him, striking him in the face and ripping his shirt.”

Saw this tucked into MisHum’s ONT thread, and of course you know I clicked on through wondering just how fat and ugly this gruesome manatee would be. So imagine my surprise:

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Well, I’ll be danged. Proof positive of the truth in the old joke: no matter how cute she is, somewhere out there is a guy who’s tired of fucking her.

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Belated enlightenment

Another NeverTrumpTard awakens from delusional slumber.

I chose a third path in 2016 and the nation decided otherwise. Now, as we head into 2020, it is clear the paths forward are still between the Republicans and Democrats. The path of opting out or protesting now to me seems irrelevant as we have a President who is no longer a hypothetical against any of a host of Democrats who too extreme for the nation.

We have three years on which to judge President Trump’s administration and vision for the country. We also have lots of real world examples of where the Democrats want to head.

We have a party that is increasingly hostile to religion and now applies religious tests to blocking judicial nominees. We have a party that believes children can be murdered at birth. We have a party that would set back the economic progress of this nation by generations through their environmental policies. We have a party that uses the issue of Russia opportunistically. We have a party that has weaponized race, gender, and other issues to divide us all while calling the President “divisive.” We have a party that is deeply, deeply hostile to large families, small businesses, strong work ethics, gun ownership, and traditional values. We have a party that is more and more openly anti-Semitic.

On top of that, we have an American media that increasingly views itself not as a neutral observer, but as an anti-Trump operation. The daily litany of misreported and badly reported stories designed to paint this Administration in a negative light continues to amaze me. Juxtapose the contrast in national reporting on the President and race or Brett Kavanaugh and old allegations with the media dancing around the issues in Virginia. Or compare and contrast the media’s coverage of the New York and Virginia abortion laws with their coverage of this President continuing the policies of the Obama Administration at the border, including the Obama policy of separating children from adults. Or look now at how the media is scrambling to cover for and make excuses for the Democrats’ “Green New Deal,” going so far as to suggest that maybe, just maybe, the outline of policy initiatives was an error or forged.

Now, I don’t mean to bang on poor ol’ Erick too hard here, mind; at least he didn’t outright advocate voting for Her Herness in 2016, unlike a lot of other NeverTrumpTard twatwaffles we could name. Nonetheless I just have to ask: what part of the above WASN’T true of the Demonrats way, way back in 2016? Does Erickson really think they’ve changed that radically since all of…umm, two-three years ago? Or is he only just getting around to realizing these things now? Neither of those possibilities says anything complimentary about his political astuteness, however dedicated he may be to Muh Principles. In all fairness, though, his closer is clear-eyed enough, if still a bit Pollyanna-ish.

My friends in the center-right coalition who are flirting with Democrats are, more often than not, not really socially conservative. But I am. That party offers me no home and is deeply hostile to people of faith. The President has shown himself to not share my faith convictions any more than the other side, but the President has shown he is willing to defend my faith convictions and is supportive of them.

I could stay home or vote third party as I did in 2016. But what will that get me? The ability to say “not my problem” or the self-assurance that I didn’t get dirty in having to choose? I have many Christian friends who, when I have discussed this, tell me I should just stay home and turn my back. Both parties, they tell me, are profoundly corrupt. And they’re right. But I am not looking for a messiah in politics and don’t have some religious sentiment tied to my vote. While I understand and accept the sincere conviction of some of my friends who have decided they will just sit out the process, I have decided otherwise. In 2016, we knew who the Democrats were and were not sure of who Donald Trump was. Now we know both and I prefer this President to the alternative.

I will vote for Donald Trump and Mike Pence. And, to be clear, it will not be just because of what the other side offers, but also because of what the Trump-Pence team has done. They’ve earned my vote.

I’d say so myself, plus some. But then I’m one of those who were duped by the Orange Man from the very beginning, so my opinion don’t count for much. Even so, ain’t it nice that enough of us benighted Dirt People recognized certain hard realities to kill the awful prospect of two or three Hillary!™ Supreme Court appointments a-borning—not to mention providing thumbsucking fence-sitters like Erickson with the privilege of a risk-free Presidential test drive before they actually committed themselves to anything in 2020. What the hell, better late than never, I suppose. So welcome aboard, Erick.

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Taking the fun out of it

Stace McCains says “social justice is for homos.” But before anybody puffs himself up over all that Hate Speech, please bear this in mind:

If someone had tried to get us to care about politics when I was a teenager, we’d have called them a “homo,” which was a sort of generalized insult that wasn’t homophobic because the word “homophobia” hadn’t been invented yet. Circa 1974, “homo” (like “queer” and “faggot”) was just an insult slung around among a group of teenage friends, without any actual suspicion of homosexuality. Perhaps a sociology professor or a Gender Studies major would interpret the use of such slang insults as expressions of “toxic masculinity” or whatever, but of course all professors and Gender Studies majors are homos, by the standards of normal teenagers. When I was in high school, all the cool kids were completely cynical about politics and politicians, and considering that I attended high school during the presidencies of Gerald Ford and Jimmy Carter, perhaps you can see why we were so cynical.

Also, we were stoned most of the time. Perhaps my adolescent association with dopehead hoodlums made me somewhat atypical, but there were a lot of teenagers who went through the 1970s in a state of altered consciousness. In high school, I sort of had one foot in the artsy nerd clique — marching band, choir, student theater, literary magazine, etc. — and the other foot in the long-haired rock-and-roll crowd. The prevalence of drug culture in the mid-1970s was such that some of the smartest kids in school also spent a good deal of time wasted on dope, including heavy stuff like LSD, PCP and mescaline. But I digress…

Yep, same here, pretty much—except for the LSD, which I didn’t get around to myself until later, in college. The words Stacy lists, along with others like “fuckface,” “cocksucker,” and less anthropocentric terms like “douchebag” or “dildo,” were common insults in my day too, only a handful of years behind Stacy. They were always used without ill intent, mind, hurled around among friends accompanied by much laughter and jostling. Almost nobody meant that stuff literally, snarling it out through tightly clenched teeth as a prelude to the actual bloody mayhem getting started.

By the time I was in high school in the mid-70s, widespread common interest in maliciously harassing gays (or blacks, or just about anybody else, really) was no more than a fading memory, if it ever was all that prevalent—although to be sure, there WERE pockets here and there of the exceptions that prove the rule, as our good friend Bill has painfully recounted on his own blog. Can’t say I ever saw any such where I grew up, nor heard of it neither. That doesn’t mean it never happened, I admit.

But those pockets are things we will always have with us, I’m afraid, to one degree or another. As I’ve proposed here many times: bigotry—even actual violence brought on by it—are a part of the human condition, one of the uglier expressions of our tribal nature. Far more disturbing than that to me is how very far along the SJW hysterics have dragged us all towards being completely cowed and corralled: by declaring so many harmless terms of expression taboo—even actually, literally criminalizing them—they’ve not only impoverished the language but dampened the spirit of the American people. Shitlib humorlessness is no laughing matter, it turns out.

(Via WRSA)

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Barnburner

I was working all day and night and so missed this year’s State Of The Union Show, which is okay with me; my preference has long been to see the thing written and delivered to Congress without the usual hoopla anyway. But after repeated ALL CAPS!!! texts from my old manager and then checking in with the PJM liveblog of the thing along with a handful of my other usual blogosphere haunts, seems as if maybe I might really have missed something this year.

Trump’s dead-center killshot on socialism—and Red Bernie’s slow, blistering burn in response most especially—would have been worth the price of admission all by itself, and makes me think I need to reconsider my longtime indifference to the thing. Near as I can tell, Mike Walsh’s sum up says it all: “This entire speech is a reproach to the Democrats. And they’re just as smirking and surly as you knew they would be.” Well, good. That’s as it should be; for all his hopeful talk about bipartisanship and bringing Americans together and such, it sounds as if Trump threw down the gauntlet pretty firmly in his SOTU speech.

The truth is, if ever there was a political party that desperately need to be called out and brought to heel, it’s the Demonrats. You can be sure this speech won’t do it, of course. But you gotta start somewhere, and putting the Dems’ spluttering, fuming, enraged reaction to Trump’s listing of all the good things that have happened under his leadership—record-high employment numbers and the booming economy in particular—and their core antipathy towards America itself under a harsh spotlight front and center for all to see ain’t a bad way to do it. Hell, just having a President give a blunt and honest SOTU for once is a step in the right direction all by itself.

Update! Sure, why not.

ATLANTA, GA—In the interest of fairness in broadcasting, CNN has announced the cable news channel will give members of ISIS equal time to respond to President Trump’s State of the Union address later this evening.

Several ISIS representatives will be allowed to give a full address responding to the president’s remarks, criticizing him for his border security stance and debunking his claims on the need for a wall along the southern border of the country.

“Americans deserve to hear from every perspective, whether that’s the bad orange man or these brave freedom fighters,” said a CNN spokesperson. “We will give them a fair hearing and see what they have to say. We’re confident it will be an informed and interesting perspective, unlike whatever drivel we hear from the orange man.”

You just know they’d do it if they thought they could get away with it. Meanwhile:

WASHINGTON, D.C.—Notorious serial killer and champion of women’s rights Kermit Gosnell is set to attend Trump’s State of the Union address this evening as Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi’s special guest, sources confirmed Tuesday.

Gosnell is serving life in prison but was let out at Pelosi’s request to attend the event. The House Speaker stated she wanted a guest who could stand for reproductive healthcare and women’s rights during Trump’s speech. She called the move a “powerful statement” against those who would infringe on a woman’s right to choose.

“Bringing this brave man along to the State of the Union sends a powerful message to the anti-choice bigots,” Pelosi said in a press conference. “When state law forbade him from aborting late-term infants, he did so anyway. He is a strong, brave freedom fighter who was simply ahead of his time.”

“We Democrats are just now catching up to him when it comes to late-term and post-birth abortion policies,” she added.

Long as we’re all up for post-birth abortion now, I have a list of people I’d like to see subjected to it.

Seriously though, you gotta love this:

President Donald Trump honored famed NASA astronaut Buzz Aldrin in his State of the Union address Tuesday evening, celebrating the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11 mission to the moon.

“In 2019, we also celebrate 50 years since brave young pilots flew a quarter of a million miles through space to plant the American flag on the face of the moon,” the president began. “Half a century later, we are joined by one of the Apollo 11 astronauts who planted that flag: Buzz Aldrin.”

“This year American astronauts will go back to space on American rockets. In the 20th century, America saved freedom, transformed science, and redefined the middle-class standard of living for the entire world to see,” he added.

Aldrin, wearing an American flag-themed tie, stood up to salute the president.

God bless the great Buzz Aldrin, forever and ever amen.

Astounding update! Seriously?

CBS NEWS POLL: 76 percent of viewers approved of what they heard in Pres. Trump’s #SOTU speech; 72 percent said they approved of Pres. Trump’s ideas for immigration.

Instant @CNN poll just revealed 76% of viewers approved of Trump’s #SOTU speech, with 59% “very positive.”

Keep in mind, these numbers are from two of the most virulent Trump-hating Fake News purveyors in existence; if they’re willing to publicly admit to the response being this overwhelmingly positive, what must an honest poll look like?

Wow.

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Live by the sword

Women hoist on their own petard.

A biological man who identifies as a female won a women’s world championship cycling event in California, sparking debate over how transgender athletes should be judged in sporting events.

Rachel McKinnon, an assistant professor of philosophy at the College of Charleston in South Carolina, took home the gold medal in the women’s 35-39 age bracket at the 2018 UCI Masters Track Cycling World Championships in Los Angeles.

“First transgender woman world champion…ever,” McKinnon posted on social media soon after the race.

While some applaud McKinnon’s success, not everyone is happy. Some argue it’s unfair for a man to be allowed to compete in a women’s sporting event because male bodies are fundamentally different than female bodies.

No. No, they are NOT. We are EQUAL, in every single way. Anything a man can do, a woman can do just as well. Period. Them’s the rules now, and if we Normals have to live by them, so does everyone else.

Third-place winner Wagner was one of the many people who voiced their outrage on Twitter.

“I was the 3rd place rider. It’s definitely NOT fair,” she said in response to a tweet by controversial commentator Katie Hopkins.

If he says he’s a woman, then he’s a woman. If he says he’s black, he is. If he says he’s a Cherokee, ditto. Deal.

Meanwhile, others came to McKinnon’s defense, calling the win a major accomplishment for transgender athletes.

The race’s second-place winner applauded McKinnon, and urged athletes who don’t think it’s fair to compete against the opposite sex to either deal with it, or not compete at all.

“I totally disagree. No one is a transgender to steal anyone’s medal. We had an honest race under UCI rules. If you compete you accept the rules, otherwise, don’t compete. I can only imagine what she had to go through in her life to be where she is now, how hard it is to fit in,” Carolien Van Herrikhuy tweeted.

See? Miss Also-Ran here truly gets it. It’s no longer about athletic excellence, skill, or honest and fair competition with a clear winner atop a hierarchy of other competitors who didn’t quite make the grade. It’s not about cream rising to the top, about the just reward of hard work and sacrifice on a reasonably level playing field, about losing with grace and dignity and a determination to do better next time around. It’s now about FEELINGS—about indulging a mentally ill person’s delusional fantasy in the name of political correctness. Now go home with your little participation trophy and shut up, H8TR.

McKinnon believes he had no biological advantage over his female competitors. He said he had to suppress his testosterone levels to “unhealthily low” levels to compete.

Umm…you’re not ALREADY doing that? And what on earth, pray tell, does “healthy” have to do with ANY of this?

“This is what the double-bind for trans women athletes looks like: when we win, it’s because we’re transgender and it’s unfair; when we lose, no one notices (and it’s because we’re just not that good anyway). Even when it’s the SAME racer. That’s what transphobia looks like,” the professor said.

“Transphobia.” I’m not sure how it is that these sad, sick people have so thoroughly convinced themselves that the rest of us are obssessed with them to the point that we’re actually “phobic” about them, but I would like to sincerely assure this guy that it is NOT the case. Trust me, the only time most of us think about you at all is when you’re trying to render plain and simple language meaningless, bend biology to suit your own narrow agenda, and force the rest of us to pretend that you’re something you’re not.

Those things, yeah, we might get a little annoyed about, although I’d still bet that most of us are just wishing you’d dry up and blow away already. But even then, we’re not annoyed because of what you are (or think you are); we’re annoyed because of what you’re doing: ramming your pathology down our throats, and demanding we redefine dysfunction as “normal.” Because reasons.

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Let’s just stop pretending here, ‘kay?

Ace gets down to brass tacks on Ballsey-Fraud:

I’m getting a little tired of bending over backwards to claim “something certainly happened” to Blasey. I think she’s straight-up lying.

I can’t be sure of that, of course.

But she seems to act in bad faith a lot. I can’t fly. I went to a marriage therapist to discuss the ongoing strife of a fucking second entrance we put in two years before. I never heard you wanted to come to California to talk to me, even though it was in news accounts.

The party was near the country club. What’s that? Investigators can’t find any known “party houses” near the country club? Oh, I meant the party was somewhere between my house and the country club, a 20 minute drive by car.

Wait, none of the people I named as being at the party lived in a house that conformed to my description of it? Oh there were some other people there too. I don’t know who. I guess it was a house that belonged to a Conveniently Unknown Person.

But for me, the worst example is the nasty passive-aggressive mean-girl insinauation she dropped about Leland Keyser, claiming, innocently-sounding, that she hopes that Leland Keyser gets over the “health challenges” she’s having, strongly implying that Keyser has some kind of brain-affecting progressive disease like Alzheimer’s.

Spoiler alert: It’s not. She has back and neck problems. Nothing to do with the brain.

But Lil’ Miss Innocent Baby-Talk Vocal Fry strongly implied that her “friend” was deranged.

Some friend.

So excuse me if I do not join in with the pretend “Facts don’t care about your feelings” crowd in asserting that I know, somehow, as a fact, despite the total lack of facts to establish it, that “something happened” to Blasey.

There is absolutely no actual evidence, beyond a sneaky, deceitful woman’s say-so, that anything happened, ever.

After seeing some of her fraudulent, kid-gloves “testimony” last week, my take was/is: the woman is insane. Like, clinically, pathologically not right in the head. Mentally disturbed. Truly, deeply, pathetically off the rails.

She may in fact believe that “something happened” to her; she may well believe that, whatever it may have been, it was Kavanaugh who did it. Doesn’t matter. She’s quite clearly delusional. She appeared, throughout the part of the hearing I saw, to be hovering right on the edge of a complete breakdown. I’d bet she spends a good part of her average day teetering on that same razor’s edge between “treatable, maybe” and “completely hopeless, lock-her-up-in-a-rubber-room-and-throw-away-the-key” cray-cray. Or so it looked to me, anyway.

Kavanaugh was dead-on when he testified that he believed SOMETHING must have happened to her, but he has no idea what. And maybe something, God only knows what, actually did, sending her permanently around the bend into La-La Land. Either that, or she deserves a Best Actor Oscar for her performance. Given her intricate, years-long maneuvering to prepare for savaging Kavanaugh, perhaps the thing to do is to embrace the healing power of “and” here, eh?

Update! A vote for “calculating” over “demented.”

At first, those of us paying attention were anxious to hear Ford’s story. The bits of news that preceded her appearance before the Judiciary Committee were titillating. Was it possible that this man, Brett Kavanaugh, with a thirty-years-plus record of impeccable judicial service to his country, had a dark side? Then we heard Blasey Ford “testify.” How anyone who listened to her practiced, phony childish act could believe that this was not calculated is a mystery. She was obviously scripted, coached, and performing.

Perhaps she did not expect to have to appear before the committee. She and her handlers may have assumed that the taint of her accusation would bring about his withdrawal from the nomination or that Trump would withdraw it. Guess they have not been paying attention to how Trump operates or who Kavanaugh is. They guessed wrong.

Given the numerous falsehoods of the FBI and DOJ we now are aware of – the “two front doors” lie, the fear of flying lie, the claustrophobia lie, her polygraph lies – what seems credible now is that this was a manufactured, orchestrated setup at the outset. They used Mark Judge’s book as a template and contrived a tall tale.

And then, thanks to Lindsey Graham, Trump, and Kavanaugh himself, it blew up in their faces.

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Me-too Republicans

Some things never change.

Eighty years ago, “Me Too” described Republicans eager to publicly second the policies of Franklin Roosevelt, a feeling so pervasive that the party nominated for president in 1940 a man who a few months earlier registered as a Democrat. “Me-Too Republican” generally conjured up not opportunists but an oversocialized character longing for approval from his Democratic neighbors and colleagues but clinging, perhaps out of family tradition or some other cause that also spoke to his desire to fit in, to the GOP label.

The phrase now refers to something different. But the conformity and reflexive support that characterized that Me Too endures in this #MeToo. Me Toos “me too,” too, after all.

Prominent Democratic politicians insist that decent people must believe the allegations against Kavanaugh by Christine Blasey Ford, a woman who refuses invitations to testify under oath, whose story conflicts with that of the man she names as an eyewitness and the notes taken by her therapist, who cannot pinpoint the approximate date or precise location of the alleged assault, and whose history of supporting ActBlue and other left-wing causes indicates a possible motive to take down the president’s pick.

Her story seems suspect. But if you express something short of belief, many see you as suspect.

Okay, look, here’s the damned deal: let’s stipulate the lying liberal whore’s every assertion. There’s no compelling reason to, and certainly no evidence to back it up, but let’s go ahead and do it. So what do we have, then? A few teenagers got drunk at a party, and she ended up with one of them grabbing her tit and pawing clumsily at her clothes for a few seconds. And then…

That’s it. By her own account, NOTHING ELSE HAPPENED. He grabbed her by the tit momentarily, and that is the ABSOLUTE WORST of it.

And now she all of a sudden claims to have been traumatized by it for almost four fucking decades. Although, oddly enough, she never once mentioned it to a living soul, not until Kavanaugh’s name turned up on Romney’s list of prospective SC nominees in 2012. Kavanaugh has been vetted by the FBI six times already, and never ONCE was this non-event mentioned. Not one time.

There’s a right way and a wrong way to handle this dirty, transparent, manipulative attempt to do away with due process and the right to confront one’s accuser in open court. This would be the wrong way:

In Judge’s Defense, Republicans Shouldn’t Descend to Dems’ Level

Oh, Jesus tapdancin’ Christ. Right out of the gate, you know what’s coming. Ain’t like we haven’t seen it a blue million times already, after all.

Weaponizing a vague and unverifiable claim of sexual assault from Kavanaugh’s teenage years is a fitting capstone to what has been a truly grueling and repugnant confirmation process. The question now becomes, will Republicans respond in kind? Fearing for their grip on the Supreme Court if Kavanaugh is defeated and Democrats take control of the Senate, will they overreact and lash out at Ford? Will they attempt to discredit Ford by questioning her motives, her veracity, or even her sanity? My view is that this would be a serious error, as well unfair to Ford herself.

Fuck Ford, and fuck what might or might not be “fair” to her or any other such low-down, scurvy sewer rat as she. She eagerly lent herself to the sleaziest of smear campaigns for purely partisan purposes, and is manipulating the process even now with her ducking and dodging and cutesy-coy maneuvering. She’s gotten “death threats,” has she? Boo fucking hoo; so has the decent man she slimed, and his whole family too. This sort of thing is a tried-and-true Democrat Socialist tactic, and it’s more than past time it splashed back on them. If she has to spend the rest of her worthless life in hiding, I solemnly promise you I will not give a single shit.

This isn’t some noble, civilized debate we’re having here, with honorable opponents who respect the rules and can be counted on to conduct themselves with integrity and decorum. This is a war to the knife against craven guttersnipes who will stick at nothing at all to win. If you can’t get your head around that, you’re better off staying indoors with the women and children.

On the other hand, Republicans face real danger. If they were to treat Professor Ford with, the same savagery and contempt that has been inflicted on Brett Kavanaugh, there is a possibility that public sympathy for the Judge would evaporate, and the whole affair could turn into an ugly mess.

No, Republicans must be the adults in the room. They must treat Judge Kavanaugh, and his accuser, with the sort of fairness, circumspection, and respect that has eluded their Democratic colleagues throughout the process. Republican Senators thus far have shown every indication that they intend to do exactly that: they will act responsibly and judiciously, and they will show sensitivity to Professor Ford and allow her to keep her dignity. Americans will thus be left in no doubt about which party is acting in good faith.

The entire bare-knuckles campaign to defeat the nomination of Brett Kavanaugh can be likened to a leftist tantrum, characterized by vitriol as well as futility. The numbers in the Senate, after all, are with Republicans, and thus the truth has always been that, as long as Republicans keep their cool and close ranks to support a solid conservative nominee, nothing and no one can prevent them from confirming a good man like Brett Kavanaugh.

Wanna bet? For my money, they’ve already done it. It’s for sure and certain that FeinSwine has already gotten everything she wanted out of this and then some.

The timing of Feinstein’s release of information regarding the initially anonymous woman accusing Kavanaugh of sexual assault was simply impeccable. Democrats knew they had no reasonable chance of stopping his confirmation, but Feinstein, a savvy and old-school politician, found a way to turn lemons into lemonade. Feinstein may have wrought a political masterpiece.

It is very likely that Feinstein knew in July, when her constituent sent the allegation to her, that it was so lacking in any kind of detail and backup that it could not derail Kavanaugh. But that didn’t mean that the allegations from Christine Blasey Ford could not be politically useful.

By releasing the information at the last hour, Feinstein put Republicans on the judiciary committee and the White House in a catch-22. They could either vociferously defend Kavanaugh and look like they were once again defending an abuser of women, or throw him under the bus and have to scramble to nominate and confirm a new nominee.

If, as increasingly appears to be the case, the GOP stands behind Kavanaugh in the face of this allegation, Feinstein has created a Me Too moment that Democrats can campaign on in their attempt to take back Congress, just as she did in 1992. It is, in a word, brilliant. One can almost see Mitch McConnell smiling and fist-bumping her, saying, “Well played, Di.”

This guy too, strangely enough, argues for the GOPe to “take the high road,” as if that had ever worked before. I certainly agree that it would be nice if our opposition was honest, trustworthy, dignified, and reasonable—if our disagreement was over Constitutional nuance, a debate about how best to maintain the integrity and relevance of the Constitution and its insistence on limited government and individual liberty.

Too bad that none of that is true, not one word of it. In truth, this isn’t a “debate” at all, not in any meaningful sense. It is an existential struggle, a semi-cold war against a dishonest, dishonorable opponent who NEVER argues in good faith, but is always jockeying for a position from which he can slide the shiv into freedom’s back. The Kavanaugh Kerfuffle is in no way unique, extraordinary, or atypical. It is merely the latest chapter in a very old playbook.

And there’s a reason for that: it’s worked for them every time up till now. That’s thanks to the collusion of the GOPe, combined with the above-the-fray prissyiness of those of us who misguidedly insist on this “high road” nonsense and recoil in horror from the thought of getting their hands dirty and their raiment soiled in an unseemly gutter brawl. It’s an essentially passive, defensive strategy, which is the wrong tack to take when what is required is a proactive, offensive, vigorous, and unrestrained effort.

What we’ve been seeing all these years is Mike Tyson pitted against the Marquess of Queensberry—or Little Lord Fauntleroy, more like—yielding its perfectly predictable result. And if you think the Kavanaugh fight has been ugly, just wait till Ruth Bader-Ginsberg either croaks or is carted bodily off to the glue factory. We ain’t seen nothing yet, folks, and we’d all damned well better be ready and willing to get as down and dirty with the scuzzbuckets of the Left as necessary if we want to keep from losing what little of our country is still left to us.

The “high road” is every bit as useless and irrelevant now as the effete feebs who smarmily scold us about its importance are. Until we’ve well and truly clobbered the Marxist moonbats, by any means we can contrive, we need to keep Miss Manners on the sidelines, and Emily Post’s Blue Book Of Social Usage firmly tucked away in our back pockets. Well, unless we intend to clout a shitlib over the head with it, that is.

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Looking at Strzok’s testimony through a post-modern lens

Man who considers himself a transgender woman: “In my mind, I’m a woman. You are required to take my opinions, residing solely in my brain, over any evidence to the contrary. It’s outrageous and insulting to suggest otherwise.”

Peter Strzok, paraphrased from his testimony yesterday: “In my mind, I’m not biased in my professional performance. You are required to take my opinions, residing solely in my brain, over any evidence to the contrary. It’s outrageous and insulting to suggest otherwise.”

It’s no accident that this comparison feels valid. The parallels are there. They come from the post-modern idea that there is no objective truth. There is only the narrative.

A man with gender dysphoria doesn’t believe in objective facts about his situation. He believes only in what he feels, and what he can get others to accept. If he gets a critical mass of people to agree that he’s a woman, then the narrative is established, and the rest of us are not supposed to challenge it with any of our grubby facts and evidence.

When it comes to Peter Strzok’s motivations and actions, he doesn’t believe in objective facts either. Not even for the purposes of law enforcement. The FBI has shown that facts in cases against people they dislike are not particularly important. What’s important is what they can get a grand jury, a judge, and the public to go along with. The narrative is that a minor misstatement by innocuous people like Martha Stewart or Scooter Libby is a heinous crime, deserving of prison time, whereas breaking federal law for years and mishandling classified information is no big deal and certainly not worthy of prosecution.

In the testimony yesterday, Strzok’s narrative is that he might have a teensy weensy bit of bias against Trump and for Hillary, but he’s such a superman that he never, ever, not for a single moment, allowed that bias to affect his professional performance.

This doesn’t pass the laugh test.

Yet, the post-modern left, including Strzok’s toadying allies in the Democrat Party and the media, defend him to the hilt. I call them all post-modern because the truth about the situation is entirely irrelevant when it comes to what the left wants and needs. What matters is what kind of narrative they can spin and get accepted.

That narrative doesn’t have to be actually believed by their opponents. Many people look at a man with gender dysphoria, and simply don’t believe that he’s a woman. They know the biology, and they know how people can deceive themselves into believing all kinds of nutty things. But the howler monkey gallery on the left will descend upon them if they make that opinion known. So they never say what they believe about it; life is hard, and there’s just no benefit to standing up to a psychologically disturbed person and stating the truth.

Similarly, the media and the Democrats don’t care if you or I believe Strzok is a lying sack of shit and a thug with a badge, or if we think the investigations he drove were explicitly to help the side he likes and sabotage the side he hates. They just want there to be enough people around parroting their narrative about him, so that if we say something negative about Strzok in polite conversation, one of their brainwashed howler monkeys will jump in with “How dare you?”

Much of the left’s energy in modern day society is devoted to constantly, continuously battling the truth that makes them look bad. Their main weapon is to make discussion of such truth out of bounds. They have many tactics to do that; we saw some on the floor of the Congress yesterday.

I think the most important single reason they loathe Trump with all their being is that he says what he thinks anyway, swatting their outrage aside like a gnat, and thereby poses an existential threat to their main means of control.

We all better hope Trump is successful in rendering that tactic ineffective. Otherwise, the end result is two political sides that hate each others’ guts and have no way to communicate about it.

Let me be clear, in case it isn’t obvious: the side that is responsible for that state of affairs is the one that abandoned truth in favor of post-modernist thinking. You can’t argue with them in Enlightenment fashion because they don’t accept the premises of the Enlightenment.

At this point, the left’s complete capitulation to post-modernism means that they have shut off all paths to a peaceful resolution. It’s about attaining and maintaining power for them now. Until people like Trey Gowdy and Jeff Sessions(zzz) are prepared to accept this reality and use every means at their disposal, including force. For example, they need to be jailing perps such as Strzok, Page, Comey, Lerner, Koskinen, McCabe, et.al. Otherwise, the left pays no price for their thuggishness and denial of reality. They will retain their power to maliciously ruin the lives of their political opponents, and retain control for the left at the federal level, no matter what the citizenry wants.

If allowed to stand, this effectively ends the American experiment. We all know the possibilities that branch outward from that point, and none of them are good.

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