Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Stacking the deck

The Left badly needs a new electorate. And they’ve been working hard as they can to get themselves one.

Why do we have an immigration system that favors countries on fire vs countries not on fire?

I’ve spoken to a British immigration lawyer who told me how hard it is for Brits to move to this country. If you have something to contribute to this country, stay out. If you’re going to be on welfare for the next three generations, go to the head of the line.

The left would never admit that it’s policy, but it’s policy.

It’s not purely partisan. That hypothetical Norwegian immigrant is very far from a sure GOP vote. It’s quite possible that a Norwegian immigrant is as statistically likely to vote Dem as a Haitian immigrant. And may even be more professionally left-wing.

But that’s not the only issue.

The left doesn’t just want likely voters that lean their way. Many welfare immigrants will never bother to get citizenship and have poor voter turnout rates. But they utilize as much of the system as possible. And that’s where the real money is.

Remember, elections come and go, but the bureaucracy endures. 

Yep—and dependency on Uncle Sugartit is forever. But it really is about more than just stuffing more Wards ‘O The State into the maw of the Machine:

The Center For American Progress (CAP) Action Fund circulated a memo on Monday calling illegal immigrants brought here at a young age — so-called “Dreamers” — a “critical component of the Democratic Party’s future electoral success.”

The memo, co-authored by former Clinton communications director Jennifer Palmieri, was sent around to allies calling on Democrats to “refuse to offer any votes for Republican spending bills that do not offer a fix for Dreamers and instead appropriate funds to deport them.”

Their ideology is stagnant, their policies stale, their programs the same old reliable failure they’ve always been; Trump’s remarkable ascension, stunning as it was to the business-as-usual DC remoras, would seem to demonstrate that enough voters now realize it to send them packing.

Admittedly, cobbling together a new electorate isn’t the entire Democrat Socialist motive for bringing in hordes of unskilled, illiterate, no more than half-bright immigrants that nobody really wants or needs, just as Daniel argues. But it’s certainly an important part of it—and if you don’t think so, just ask those among them like Palmieri who are at least smart enough to see the writing on the wall. Ultimately, though, their problem is even bigger, as Limbaugh glancingly mentioned today during a discussion of the Trump tax cuts:

The increase in your standard of living this year is money that the government did not get because the Republicans cut your taxes. And that’s it in a nutshell. And this is something, again, not one Democrat voted for. This is something that pretty much every member of the Democrat leadership lied about. This is something that no Democrat, not only didn’t vote for, but probably doesn’t support. This is a threat to Democrats! Rising economic stability, rising standards of living, less dependence on government?

Those are not good things. As I said yesterday, the Democrat Party is the one political party that profits from poverty, the one political party that attempts to grow and enrich itself with poverty. The Democrat Party is the Democrat Party that stakes its future on a constant underclass in poverty. Yet they claim they’re for the little guy.

And this right here—their cynical reliance on widespread, intractable poverty as a mechanism for gaining and maintaining power, their despicable pimping of helplessness and hopelessness—is why they’re almost certainly doomed. As I’ve said right along, they have revealed themselves as being unalterably, implacably opposed to the very idea of Making America Great Again. How does any party so twisted and perverse transform itself into something most normal Americans would ever want to vote for—especially at the moment those Americans are experiencing real, practical benefit from an America throwing off its Democrat-forged shackles and slowly but steadily rising to its feet once more?

Trump is undeniably getting results, and Americans are seeing the fruits of his labor in their own wallets, which means more to them than just about anything else, I’d bet. No, he hasn’t made good on every last promise he made as of yet, sure enough, and there’s nothing wrong with holding his feet to the fire when he looks like needing it. But the bottom line is this: can anybody out there remember a President that achieved so much of such profound benefit to the nation so quickly—in his first year alone? I’ve been paying attention to this stuff for a long time now, and I sure can’t.

Better still, every move Trump makes in implementing the MAGA agenda amounts to pounding another nail into the Democrat-Socialist coffin—or tossing another golden shovel-full onto their grave, more like. Which, burying them once and for all will likely prove to be the biggest step towards truly making America great again we could ever take, all by itself.

Best of all? Honestly, I cannot for the life of me see a single damned thing they can do about it. After all, they dug that hole themselves, and were so pleased by the excellence of their work that they went and just jumped right on in. Their GOPe handmaidens jumped in with them, following their lead as they always have. All we needed was to find a guy unafraid to take up the shovel himself and start filling in on top of the damned fools.

And so we did.

The Democrat Socialists badly need Trump to be every bit as stupid as they’ve assumed he was all along to bail them out via an immigration botch. He has shown absolutely no evidence to date of that being the case—NONE. Quite the opposite, actually. They now find themselves in the worst position imaginable: the only one who can save them from Trump is…Trump.

Yep, we’re gonna need those Midwestern farmers to grow us a HELL of a lot more corn for popping before all is said and done, I figure.


Fred Reed: what happened?

Aesop rips Fred a new one.

So, in short, get off of Mexico’s dick, they can’t be paying you enough to shill for this sort of nonsense. Just get used to the idea that we’ll soon be stopping your wife’s cousins and nephews from coming here, the remittances will stop, and then you’ll be living in a Third world shithole smack dab in the middle of another revolution, and you’re the gringo in that guacamole.
Might want to step away from the keyboard, and work on your tan, amigo.

Read the rest; it’s nothing short of brutal. As y’all CF lifers know, I was always a big fan of Fred’s, excerpting and linking him here many times over many years. But with the advent of the Trumpening he, like so many others, lapsed almost immediately into a particularly virulent strain of NeverTrumptardia, with the most prominent symptom being his howling, obsessive outrage over the very idea of the US reasserting control over its own borders.

It looks like there’s very little hope of recovery from the deadly flat spin Fred is in, which is too bad, really; I do miss the old funnier, saner Fred now and then. But hey, whatcha gonna do?



Oh, we’ve REALLY got him now!

All of what I’ve seen of Fire and Fury so far seems more sound and fury, a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. Donald Trump was so ignorant he didn’t know who John Boehner was, Wolff writes. It took me a fifteen-second Google search to prove that wasn’t true. Trump had spoken about Boehner frequently. He played golf with the guy! It’s an important anecdote meant to tell us something about the president of the United States and it’s utterly false. What kind of writer — what kind of publisher — doesn’t check that stuff?

Or consider this description from Wolff’s self-promotion piece for Hollywood Reporter: “Everybody was painfully aware of the increasing pace of [Trump’s] repetitions. It used to be inside of 30 minutes he’d repeat, word-for-word and expression-for-expression, the same three stories — now it was within 10 minutes.”

We know this isn’t true. As recently as October, we saw Trump speak for 45 minutes off-the-cuff under press questioning. Over Christmas, he talked to the New York Times. He’s clearly all there. A big, outlandish character, no question, but no more outlandish than he was in the 1980s. Why should Wolff’s assertion get any sort of attention at all?

The nation’s journalists cover this obvious nonsense because otherwise, they’d have to enter what to them is uncharted territory: the truth.

If there’s anything substantial in Wolff’s tales of chaos in the early Trump White House, it shows nothing more than this: Those of us who thought the political neophyte Trump was unprepared to take office in January were correct, and Trump’s response — that he would learn in office and appoint the “best people” to help him — was equally correct.

But that would mean that Trump is practically smarter and more adept than the journalists who hate him and those journalists will accept any narrative other than that one. The White House is running more smoothly? Well, that’s John Kelly’s doing, not Trump’s. ISIS is defeated? Well, that’s Matthis’s work, not Trump’s. Great judicial appointments? Well, that’s the Federalist Society. Tax cuts? That’s Ryan and McConnell. Regulatory rollbacks? Well, that’s all those guys running the agencies. Trump is so busy tweeting and watching the Gorilla Channel, he just hasn’t had time to get in the way, that’s all.

We are watching our mainstream news media implode. They don’t just jump on any fake news that might make Trump look bad for the few moments before they’re forced to retract it. They’re now actually reporting their fantasies — fantasies in which Trump doesn’t keep making them look like the idiots they are.

Perhaps even worse for them, at least in the longer term, the whole farce amounts to nothing more than a rerun of the exact same method they’ve used to try to undermine the last several Republican presidents, as Rush points out:

“He’s lost it.”  Hey, let’s take this: “He’s a moron, an idiot, the man does not read and does not listen.” I want to remind you 2005 we were informed by Karl Rove that he and George W. Bush had a reading contest to see who could read the most books. Rove won it. In a year, Rove read 115, Bush read 95. What’d they say about Bush? Stupid, dumb, moron, cowboy. Bush was reading rings around the Drive-By Media.

Bush was more educated, more informed than anybody in the press corps covering him. What’d they say? They insulted his intelligence all the time. They told us, “This is a cowboy,” made fun of the way he spoke. I give you Will Ferrell’s impersonation of Bush. They portrayed him as the biggest idiot, which is what the media and Democrats do with every Republican president. Ronald Reagan? Dunce, stupid, idiot, sleeping all the time, didn’t know what’s going on his administration. Trump, same thing. George W. Bush, too.

It all serves to underscore an important truth: the self-proclaimed “party of new ideas” is wholly bereft of any, their “progressive” appellation one of history’s more notable misnomers. They’re only capable of running the same old plays from a very tired, dogeared old playbook; they truly, literally, have nothing else. Sadly for them, it’s not working like it used to, which itself is a cheering reminder of the once-mighty Leftymedia monolith’s near-complete inability to cover for them anymore. In the short term, it’s amusing as all hell to the rest of us. In the long term, it spells Lefty’s doom. Which is also amusing as all hell to the rest of us.

I dunno, though; maybe they’re so self-evidently stupid and incompetent themselves (57 states? Islands tipping over if too many people gather on one side? “Wiping” hard drives with a cloth? The Constitution is “confusing” because it’s, like, a hundred years old? Actually being dumbass enough to click a phishing-scam link? “Shoulder thing that goes up?” Pretty much any and every word out of blockhead Al Gore’s mouth?) that they just have no choice but to reassure themselves by sticking their tongues out and their thumbs in their ears, waggling their fingers, and going “Neener neener neener! Big stupid dummyhead!” at every Republican they see. Freud had a word for that sort of thing, as I recollect.

Either way, when this latest nothingburger blows up in their faces, it just might wind up being the most hilarious yet of their innumerable self-beclownings. Their sudden about-face embrace of the poor, raddled old sot Bannon—heretofore loathed as History’s Greatest Monster, denounced by the whole sorry lot of them as the Hitleriest of all possible Hitlers—as the lynchpin of the entire farrago is merely the icing on the cake.

Oh, and that “gorilla channel” business Klavan mentions is laugh-out-loud funny, too. It’s just the latest instance of these lackwits badly punking themselves by pratfalling all over yet another can’t-miss “gotcha” that turned out to be a prank—another banana peel slipped under their clumsy feet, yielding the usual delightful result.

To quote yet again from Paul Newman in Absence Of Malice: “I didn’t get you. You got yourselves.” It’s just too easy with the damned dopes, is what it is. More rakes for Liberal Sideshow Bob, stat!

Delusional update! A gut-busting shriek of pain from an alternate universe:

Wolff’s scabrous book comes out on Friday — the publication date was moved up amid a media furor — but I was able to get an advance copy. It’s already a consequential work, having precipitated a furious rift between the president and his former chief strategist, Steve Bannon, who told Wolff that the meeting Donald Trump Jr. brokered with Russians in the hope of getting dirt on Hillary Clinton was “treasonous” and “unpatriotic.” On Thursday the president’s lawyers sent a cease-and-desist letter to Wolff’s publisher, Henry Holt, demanding that it stop publication, claiming, among other things, defamation and invasion of privacy. This move would be fascistic if it weren’t so farcical. (While some have raised questions about Wolff’s methods, Axios reports that he has many hours of interviews recorded.)

Well, the book is scabrous right enough. But…”consequential”? The jerry-rigged “controversy” so ham-handedly implemented by its author has fizzled out quicker than all previous Deep State coup attempts, as Wolff’s dishonesty and stark lack of integrity have been laid bare example by odious example. But this is an NYT piece, so its author is even more desperate than most to keep her death-grip on those precious delusions secure.

But most of all, the book confirms what is already widely understood — not just that Trump is entirely unfit for the presidency, but that everyone around him knows it. One thread running through “Fire and Fury” is the way relatives, opportunists and officials try to manipulate and manage the president, and how they often fail.

Umm, facility for short-circuiting the skullduggery of people seeking to manipulate him—which you just openly acknowledged, probably accidentally—would seem to indicate a certain competence on Trump’s part, no?

No, of course not. Never mind. Onwards.

Maybe, at the moment, people in the Trump orbit feel complacent because a year has passed without any epic disaster, unless you count an estimated 1,000 or so deaths in Puerto Rico, which they probably don’t. There’s an old joke, recently cited by Josh Marshall of Talking Points Memo, that describes where we are right now: A guy falls from a 50-story building. As he flies by the 25th floor, someone asks how it’s going. “So far, so good!” he says.

Eventually, we’ll hit the ground, and assuming America survives, there should be a reckoning to dwarf the defenestration of Harvey Weinstein and his fellow ogres.

Oh, America—YOUR America, the enervated, feeble one created by Progtard America-haters that is helpless before its enemies; permanently impoverished under a stagnant, government-mismanaged economy; an object of scornful contempt across the globe; adrift because of a moral uncertainty and a vapid contrition imposed on it by people who view it as the font of all evil; bereft of influence, clarity, strength, and will due to the treasonous actions of juvenile pissants made tumescent by the prospect of its ruin—THAT American certainly won’t survive.

Good riddance to it, too; dismantling the Left’s malignant perversion of the Founders’ America is the whole reason we elected Trump in the first place, in case anyone’s so thick they hadn’t realized it yet. He’s already done a better job at reversing the damage done by a disastrous, decades-long rein of error than even the most optimistic of his supporters dared to dream he would—which is what makes the pitiful cri de coeur above so very damned funny and satisfying. Before too much longer Goldberg and her ilk will be reduced to drafting their lamentations in crayon, from a room with rubber walls.

“Democracy dies in darkness”? No, it’s liberal-fascist fantasy doing the dying here, going out not with a bang but a whimper.

Here’s the link to the wretched mess of an article if you’re interested, although I warn you again that it’s to the NYT, and as such I present it with no small reluctance.


Shorter version: WAAAAAH!

Take their memes from them, use them for your own purposes, club them to death with them, and make the little libtard propagandists cry.

I should have realized that any person, idea, or phrase — however neutral in its intention — could be twisted into a partisan cudgel. I had always reported on fake news generated from both the left and the right. But after the 2016 election, shocked US Democrats, looking for explanations, adopted the concept as an easy answer to the puzzle of Donald Trump’s election. And in response, Trump and his supporters saw the term as a threat and an insult — and a weapon.

The end of “fake news” as I knew it came on Jan. 11, 2017, when Donald Trump — master of branding — redefined the term to mean, effectively, news reports he didn’t like. The previous day CNN and BuzzFeed News had reported on the existence of the Steele dossier.

Trump stood on stage during his first press conference since Election Day and pointed his finger at CNN’s Jim Acosta. “I’m not going to give you a question — you are fake news.” (He also called BuzzFeed a “failing pile of garbage.”)

In that moment, fake news was conscripted to fight in the partisan wars, and was co-opted by Trump. This instantly made it harder to win the actual fight against the manipulation of platforms for profit and propaganda, the real challenges facing democracy in a connected age, and the risks of censorship from platforms and governments alike.

And let’s all just never mind that the Steele dossier was in fact the biggest Big Lie of them all, a record-shattering demonstration of Fake News in full effect, and that Trump was absolutely right to call out the manipulative worms pimping the thing at CNN and BuzzFeed on it. So how ya liking your Alinksy Rule 4 now, punks?

Why yes, as a matter of fact I DID intend that last paragraph as a practical example of Rule 5. As Glenn says: “Amazing how often those Lefty torpedoes have circled back around on their creators.” Ain’t it just. Funny as hell, too. But then, torpedoes will do that sometimes.


Off with her head!

Sheila Jackson Lee is an asshole.

The Democrat has developed a reputation for making life hell for any clerk, stewardess, or pilot unwilling or unable to make her three-and-a-half-hour flight anything less than glamorous. She takes advantage of federal travel perks to book multiple flights (only to cancel at the last minute and at no charge). She demands an upgrade to premier seats. She expects, in her words, “to be treated like a queen.”

Never a Henry the Eighth around when you really need one.

Sometimes it gets ugly. For instance, when one peasant of a flight attendant failed to serve the food Jackson Lee requested, the congresswoman went wild. “Don’t you know who I am?” she reportedly shrieked. “I’m Congresswoman Sheila Jackson Lee. Where is my seafood meal? I know it was ordered!”

That inflight incident was in 1998, and Jackson Lee has only increased in seniority since. She sits on the Committee on Homeland Security and she serves as the ranking member of the subcommittee on transportation security, no doubt, giving her even more sway over the airlines and even more of a reason to feel entitled.

She has no reason whatsoever to feel entitled except for her status as a pig-ignorant, arrogant minion of an overgrown and too-powerful government. Without that insidious prop, as I always say, she’d be cleaning hotel rooms or manning a drive-thru window somewhere, which would be a much better fit for her level of intelligence and ability (ahem). Although her foul temperament means she’d be incompetent at that too.

Read the rest, and be cheered by the fact that at long last we have a President attempting to do something about the Deep State that empowers and emboldens nasty little excrescences like Lee.



All that bitchslapping over the Moore debacle has seemingly gotten the treacherous old Deep State rat scurrying for a hole.

Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell has made no secret of his dislike of President Trump’s daily tweeting habit.

McConnell said on Friday he’s changing his mind, at least over the most recent string of tweets from the White House, which have touted the GOP’s recently-passed tax cut bill and other Republican legislative accomplishments.

“With regard to the presidents tweeting habit, I haven’t been a fan until this week,” McConnell said. “I‘m warming up to the tweets actually.”

Uh huh. Those dismal popularity numbers in his home state have nothing to do with it, I’m sure.

(Also via Insty)


A sour legacy

It’s slowly being undone, and not a moment too soon.

Barack Obama was inarguably the least Atlanticist president since the end of World War II. Within a year of Russia’s brazen invasion and dismemberment of the former Soviet Republic of Georgia, Obama scrapped George W. Bush-era agreements to move radar and missile interceptor installations to Central Europe. In 2013, the last of America’s armored combat units left Europe, ending a 69-year footprint on the Continent. By 2014, there were just two U.S. Army brigades stationed in Europe. The folly of this demobilization became abundantly clear when Vladimir Putin became the first Russian leader since Stalin to invade and annex territory in neighboring Ukraine.

A year later, Putin intervened militarily in Syria, where U.S. forces were already operating, resulting in the most dangerous escalation of tensions between the two nuclear powers since the end of the Cold War. Putin’s move in Syria should not have come as a surprise; Barack Obama outsourced the resolution of the Syrian conflict to Moscow in 2013, if only to avoid making good on his self-set “red line” for intervention in that conflict despite the norm-shattering use of WMDs on civilians. Even Rice’s chief complaint about Trump, his failure to condemn Putin’s brazen intervention in the 2016 election, didn’t elicit a reaction from Barack Obama until the final month of his presidency.

By contrast, and to the surprise of just about everyone, the Trump administration has been tough on Russia. Trump has ordered harsh sanctions on Moscow’s Iranian allies for violating United Nations resolutions—a course the Obama administration declined to take even if it allowed Hezbollah terrorists with direct links to Putin to operate with impunity. He ordered long overdue airstrikes on Putin’s vassal regime in Syria, halting any further use of chemical weapons in the process. Trump not only declined to lift Obama-era sanctions on Moscow, as many feared he would, but expanded them. This administration closed Russian consulates and annexes in the United States. It has targeted Putin allies like Chechen strongman Ramzan Kadyrov under the Magnitsky Act—the same act that Kremlin cutout Natalia Veselnitskaya lobbied the Trump campaign to scuttle. Trump has even gone so far as to open U.S. arms sales to Ukraine, representing a significant blow to Putin’s ambitions in Europe. It is without a doubt that Trump now has a stronger record on Russia than Barack Obama ever did. No wonder Susan Rice is so angry.

Even as early as March of 2017, it was clear that the Obama administration’s foreign-policy professionals were quite insecure about how posterity would remember their stewardship of American interests abroad. They had every reason to be.

They sure did. I said right from the beginning that Obama was going to be way more interested in completing his “fundamental transformation” of America into another staggering socialist shitrapy, and would remain relatively indifferent to foreign policy. Even so, he managed to do plenty of damage with his usual feckless, halfwitted blundering about.

Remember my rule: it’s not that he’s incompetent, it’s that he’s a moron: a vile, hubristic, America-hating douchebag whose success can only mean damage to us all. The ideology he so stubbornly, stupidly hews to has never created anything but misery, impoverishment, and destruction for those unfortunate enough to suffer under it. Even now, he’s not smart enough to see it.

Obama has a legacy all right; even after the mess made by his reign of error has been put right, that legacy will be remembered. But not in the way he hoped and expected. He’ll go down in history as one of the worst presidents the American people ever were foolish enough to elect; thankfully, he’s been succeeded by one of the best. Given the chaotic, ever-fluid nature of foreign relations, the wreckage he left there will be a lot more easily and quickly straightened out than cleaning up his domestic trainwreck will be. But I guess we earned it; we’re the ones who inflicted him on the world, after all.

On the bright side: her desperate fantasies notwithstanding, Hillary!™ will never be president. So we got that going for us, at least.

(Via Insty)


White privilege

I went to Privileged Identity Exploration Model re-education camp, and all I got was this lousy social justice cause.

That’s what you see in this article about Privileged Identity Exploration Model being used at universities, to help white people overcome their whiteness, so they can engage in social justice causes. It’s a lot like brainwashing, where the initiate is forced to deny reality to the point where they no longer trust their own eyes. Instead, they accept whatever the cult leader tells them. It’s also reminiscent of the Cultural Revolution, where intellectuals were forced to confess to crimes that they did not commit, because they did not exist.

It is easy to be offended by this stuff. That’s intentional. As Theodore Dalrymple observed about communist regimes, the point is to humiliate.

In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is…in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.

Well, of course it does. It was promoted and put in place by the same type of people, after all, working in the same ideological cause.

Modern society is riddled with special privileges. We even have a term in the law, protected class, which is the name for groups that have special rights. The trouble is those special set-asides and carve-outs only make sense if there is the evil white man lurking around every corner. The stunning lack of evil white men has forced these people to create a mystery version, one that only exists in the imagination of the offender, after they are properly coached in the Privileged Identity Exploration Model.

I should note the Maoist flavor to all of this campus activism. It is rather stunning just how similar the social justice warriors are to the Red Guards in the Cultural Revolution. What that suggests is the non-whites launching these campaigns on campus see themselves as the victors of the culture war.

Again: no surprise there; they ARE the Red Guards, and a Cultural Revolution is what they’ve been waging for a long time now. They’ve been victors so far, but now they’re getting some serious pushback—UNEXPECTEDLY!™—at long last, which has unhinged them completely…and hilariously.


Civil War v2.0 realities

A little speculation.

To begin with, it would not look like the first American Civil War, which was essentially a war between two regions of the country with different economic interests. The divide created two separate countries, both initially contiguous, intact, and relatively homogeneous. The lines of demarcation now are only somewhat regional, and tend to correspond to differences between urban and rural populations, as well as differences of race and class. A second American Civil War would be much more similar to the Spanish Civil War, with the leftists dominating the cities and conservatives controlling the countryside. Conflicts of this nature, with enemies mixed geographically, are a formula for spontaneous mass bloodletting.

Seems reasonable enough to me. Instead of set-piece clashes between large armies fielded in the old Napoleonic fashion*, Civil War v2.0 is way more likely to be fought with guerilla-style, hit-and-run tactics—quick, small-scale bloodlettings, raids, or sniper attacks followed immediately by a hasty, surreptitious retreat: the very embodiment of what is now referred to in military circles as Fourth Generation Warfare, or 4GW. Such an open-ended conflict could and very probably would drag on for a long time indeed; with resounding, decisive victory a practical near-impossibility almost by definition, such a war would end up a long, bitter, and brutal slog, ended not by victory or conquest but by sheer exhaustion.

The federal government, naturally, would attempt to intervene, but on which side and with what ultimate intent being difficult to predict. In Bracken’s Enemies trilogy, as well as Max Velocity’s excellent Patriot Dawn and many others, federal intervention in a Civil War/rebellion provides the State its justification for instituting true tyrannical oppression, taken to its practical limits, at last…which still winds up being largely ineffective except in the limited geographical areas it controls.

All of which is certainly chilling enough. This, though, might well be the most chilling observation of all:

Some dimensions of a future civil war would be, I think, largely unprecedented. When lesser countries have imploded in violence in recent times, they have done so with most of the world around them still intact. There were other nations to offer aid, assistance and intervention, welcome or unwelcome. There were places for refugees to go. The collapse of the world’s remaining superpower would take much of the world down with it. A global economic crisis would be inevitable. The withdrawal of American forces from bases across the world to fight at home would also create a power vacuum that others, even under economic strain, would be tempted to exploit. Whichever side gained control of our nuclear arsenal, our status as a nuclear power would probably persuade other nations not to interfere in our conflict militarily, but the collapse of trade alone would produce crippling effects that would be hard to overestimate. Many components for products our manufacturing sector makes are globally sourced. Add to this the breakdown of our transportation system, dependent on oil and transecting one new front line after another. The internet would fail. It is a frail enough now. Financial systems would fail. What happens if the banks find half their assets suddenly in hostile territory? All Federal government functions, including Social Security, would fail, many of them losing their very legitimacy to one side or the other. Food production, heavily dependent on diesel fuel, chemical fertilizers and pesticides, not to mention a steady supply of genetically engineered seeds, would slump alarmingly. In short, most things we depend on are now held together by a network of delicate and complex connections. Without those connections, would you have a job? If so, in what medium of exchange could your employers manage to pay you? What would there be for you to buy? Does your town, your county, or even your state have the ability to marshal its resources into a viable economy? How many people in those entities could deal with anything worse than a weather disaster, in which they count on the fact that help is coming soon?

The odds of civil war here, no matter how low-intensity or limited in terms of scale, inflicting chaos on other parts of the world seem to me to be pretty high. The question is whether such a looming threat, which would come to toxic fruition pretty quickly, would motivate some sort of direct intervention—necessarily involving foreign boots on American ground, of course—on the part of those other nations. Assuming any of them were even capable of any such intervention in the first place, of course, which is by no means a given. It’s safe to assume that the UN would regard the opportunity to take over and administer the US itself as heaven-sent, a dream come true—a chance to demonstrate both its might and its indispensability for all the world to see.

At first they would, anyway. They’d learn different pretty damned quick.

From an economic perspective, I think it is fair to say that the left would have a bigger problem than the right. Cities cannot feed themselves under any conditions, and what food could be grown on America’s resource-starved farms would be gobbled up by people nearer and dearer to the farmers. Leftists would have to both secure vast territories around their urban strongholds and relearn from scratch the generations-lost art of food production. Liberal enclaves stranded in the hinterland would simply be untenable. We, on the other hand, would be critically short of new Hollywood movies. Without a steady supply of the works of Meryl Streep and Matt Damon, millions of conservatives would instantly drop dead from boredom – that is, according to Meryl Streep.

And if there could possibly be a reason to actually wish for another Civil War, right there it is. A pretty powerful one it is too, I must admit.

Read the rest of it. WRSA holds that it’s “More than a bit optimistic,” and recommends perusing Bracken’s several comments too, which begin with this interesting thought:

A civil war will not be intentionally started by left or right. It will be an unavoidable downstream consequence of a disruption of our modern technological infrastructure. The disruption could be triggered by many vectors, but the consequences will all be the same. Once the lights go out in a major U.S. city, even for a week, chaos will ensue, and every supermarket will be looted to bare shelves. The Genie will then be out of the bottle, and it won’t be put back in.

This, too, seems right enough to me. Matt then links to one of his several WRSA posts on the topic, starting off with this preface:

A second civil war in the United States would be an unparalleled disaster. Nobody who is sane and who has studied modern civil wars from Spain to Lebanon to the Balkans and beyond would ever wish to see one occur. But if political, cultural and demographic trends are sweeping us toward that unhappy destiny, it would be wise to at least cast a weather eye over the possible terrain. 

Yep. As I keep saying myself, nobody but nobody among decent, well-meaning people ought to be seriously wishing for such a thing, and I very much doubt any significant number are. But the Left, incredibly, seems absolutely determined to force this horror on us, one way or another. Unless they somehow are brought to senses they don’t appear to possess in any measure, sooner or later they will leave Americans desirous of nothing more than their right to be left alone with no choice but to defend themselves. Again I say it: Lefty should be very, very careful what he wishes for…lest he wind up getting it.

The scenario wherein a tech or infrastructure disaster sparks such a conflict is even more alarming, the more so for being the more likely case. As Matt says, once urban grocery store shelves have been stripped, people trapped in the big cities will start to get hungry, with no recourse other than dispersing en masse into the surrounding countryside to forage for food. They won’t be content to just sit back and starve. And the folks they’ll be looking to loot aren’t very likely to just sit passively back and let themselves be looted, either.

Either way, Civil War v2.0 ain’t something anybody ought to be looking forward to with anything other than dread. Then again though, as unavoidable as it’s beginning to appear, maybe Grant had the right of the whole thing after all when he said, “If we have to fight I wish we could do it all at once and then make friends.”

* Ironically, the Civil War—and most especially the new weapons used to fight it—is generally regarded as having rendered Napoleon’s tactics obsolete—or more accurately, to have revealed them as such.


“Take the streets”

Go ahead and try, you fat schlub.

The federal government’s former ethics czar says he is “stocking up” on “gear” in order to “take the streets” in the event that President Trump removes Robert Mueller as special counsel.

“I’m concerned the assault on the rule of law is coming over the holidays when we’re distracted. It‘ll be a defining moment for the Republic,” Walter Shaub wrote on Twitter on Friday.

Backwards, boyo: the assault on the rule of law has been going on for a year, and is what canning Mueller and ending his fishing expedition would put a quick halt to. But this blustering blowhard IS right about one thing: it will in fact be a defining moment for the (former) Republic. Or a redefining one, with any luck.

Aside: ethics czar? Wait, what, there is one? If so, this is clearly a department that needs to be one of the very first targets of Trump’s program of cutting government. Obviously, it has failed completely in its mission, is accomplishing nothing whatsoever, and amounts to nothing more than wasted dollars for a job that simply ain’t getting done. Its demise would be noticed by no one other than those who “work” there, whose busy day consists mostly of two-hour lunches followed by three-hour naps.

Shaub, an Obama appointee who quit his position earlier this year in protest against Trump, circulated a advertisement for an event sponsored by, the left-wing activist group.

Of course. Of fucking course.

Elsewhere in the article, (rump)Schwab busies himself denying that any threat of the Left’s usual violent rioting is either expressed or implied by his pledge to “gear up and “take the streets,” which I’m guessing he’s actually being truthful about. I mean, looking at the picture of the bloated bureaucrat, he wouldn’t be capable of marching much of anywhere at all, far less kicking any ass should he manage to get to wherever it is he thinks he’s going.

I’d guess attempting (not that he ever would) no more than half a flight of stairs without the assistance of several stout fellows would leave Blaub in extremis similar to Hillary!™s famous life-or-death staircase struggle: huffing, puffing, and blowing like the Big Bad Wolf—clutching his chest for several agonized minutes, sweating right through his cheap suit, and frenetically punching up 911 on his ketchup-glazed cell phone for an ambulance.

Hell, any “march” less leisurely and more demanding than the one from the back of the line at Burger King to the cash register just might croak him. Mercifully, his several chins could be counted on to cushion his fall and protect his face somewhat should he keel over, allowing for an open casket should they find one oversized enough to suit. Cramming Schlob’s corpulent carcass into the meat wagon after his thunderous collapse might pose a bit of a problem, yeah, but I’m sure the local paramedics have seen this guy in similar straits before, and have developed strategies for coping with it by now. They may even have found room in the county budget for a forklift, who knows.

But hey, he’s got the younger, better-conditioned millennial AntiFa fascists to rely on for all his thuggery needs, right? They can attack individuals in packs and break stuff as usual, then he can deflect all the blame onto them if asked; the media can sweep the melee under the “mostly peaceful” puff-piece rug, and all will remain well in Liberal Land.

“Take the streets.” Oh, sure. Anytime you feel froggy enough, big boy.



The IG leak-investigation story just got very interesting indeed.

Because the wrong information within the CNN leak was so conspicuously specific, and because the details were confirmed by two additional media outlets, a bunch of people realized such a fake news story could not possibly have happened organically. All three media outlets: CNN, CBS and ABC had to be using the same congressional leak source.

Indeed, it’s not just Donald Trump Jr. who suspected the culprit. Almost every intellectually honest person who has looked at this, comes to the conclusion the most likely source of the leak was Intelligence Committee Minority Chairman Adam Schiff.

If you accept the original seeds were planted to discover leakers, you then have to assume Schiff was a target of this joint task force. That likelihood also passes the common sense test.

Two “independent sources” both looked at an email, and both came away from reading that email with the wrong date? How is that possible?

It has been CTH contention for several weeks that a counterintelligence sting operation has been going on within the IC community. False trails of information, seeded by ‘White Hat’ investigators, intended to be captured by ‘Black Hat’ leakers – and delivered to their usurping allies in media. The stories are fake, the leaks are real.

The back-story on this endeavor includes an almost complete, years-long, Dept of Justice Office Inspector General investigation that no-one was paying attention to until recently. And don’t forget the ongoing FBI investigation into the Awan Brothers, vis-a-vis quantifying the potential intelligence compromise therein, plays into this.

That said, it would not be the IG carrying out a counterintelligence sting operation to identify leakers. In actuality, no official IC agency would be empowered to place fake news in front of congress. Setting traps for congress is generally bad form, and for matters of trust – really bad politics. That reality, amid those who follow DC politics, is the central point to dismiss such the “Black Hat Hunting” theory.

However, few people were paying attention four months ago when Attorney General Jeff Sessions and Director of National Intelligence Dan Coats told us they were going to do exactly that.

I think a quote from Wilford Brimley in Absence Of Malice might be in order here:

You had a leak?! You call what’s goin’ on around here a leak? Boy, the last time there was a leak like this, Noah built hisself a boat.

Now we’ll talk all day if you want to. But, come sundown, there’s gonna be two things true that ain’t true now. One is that the United States Department of Justice is goin’ to know what in the good Christ – e’scuse me, Angie – is goin’ on around here. And the other’s I’m gonna have somebody’s ass in muh briefcase.

Oh, okay, another:

I think I know where we’re headed here. Before we get there, I want to say something to you. You know and I know that we can’t tell you what to print or what not to. We hope the press will act responsibly, but when you don’t, there ain’t a lot we can do about it. But we can’t have people go around leaking stuff for their own reasons. It ain’t legal. And worse than that, by God it ain’t right.

And the capper, especially for the scheming Democrat Socialist weasel Schiff:

James A. Wells: What’d you figure you’d do after government service, Elliott?
Elliott Rosen: I’m not quitting.
James A. Wells: You ain’t no Presidential appointee, Elliott. One that hired you is me. You got thirty days.

Unfortunately, satisfying as it is, that one doesn’t strictly apply, since Schiff is a Congresscritter and not a DoJ employee. Nonetheless: thirty days my ass. Give him a few years…in prison.

But the ladling out of great dollops of hard time should by no means stop with just Schiff.


As Muir lays out above (click for a bigger, more easily readable version), there are plenty of others besides Schiff who are up to their elbows in this stinking slop-bucket full of treason most foul, beginning with Obama and Hillary!™. What they have attempted is nothing less than a nonviolent, clandestine coup against a duly elected administration. I’m sure we’re all aware of how unlikely it is that they’ll ever be called properly to account for their despicable crimes, not just against Trump but all of us. But they damned well ought to be, and if there was any justice they’d be quaking in their boots and pissing themselves right now in fear of it. That they aren’t is maybe the most damning indictment of all.


Why no, I am NOT sick of all the winning yet

They’re not gone completely yet, of course, and will still eke out the occasional (mostly Pyhrric) win here and there. But in the end, what’s going to do them in and reduce them to shrieking-incoherent irrelevance for good is the necessity of having to explain to Americans just what it is about the very idea of making America great again they’re so violently opposed to.

Few things are better than watching the media weep in despair as President Trump continues to deliver on his promises. One of those things, however, is watching as the intellectually honest among them are forced to admit that he is winning.

And that is exactly what has been happening in recent weeks. Two of the largest and most biased media outlets, marching through vales of tears, admitted that President Trump, arguably, has kept more of his promises than any President in modern history.

The first of these delicious offerings is CNN’s “Donald Trump — Keeper of Promises.” Then, like an early Christmas present, came the second piece in the Huffington Post: “Sadly, Trump is Winning.”

Both articles highlight all of Trump’s major accomplishments and track how closely they line up to his promises on the campaign trail. And both delineate his accomplishments as occasion for lamentations which, of course, cannot ring as anything other than delightful music in the ears of Trump supporters.

CNN talks about how Trump has made good on his word to withdraw from the Trans Pacific Partnership (TPP) and the Paris Agreement, while also swiftly moving to renegotiate the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and de-certify the Iran Deal. These were all bad deals for our country that Trump promised supporters he would renegotiate, and he is doing that. After fighting the courts for months, his travel ban has finally been fully implemented. Most recently, of course, he made the bold move of declaring Jerusalem to be the capital of Israel, much to the chagrin of the globalist elite and Islamists around the world. GDP growth has been soaring at levels of 3 percent or higher for the last several quarters, and the stock market continues to reach for the sky, with its latest milestone being 24,000.

The Huffington Post piece makes clear, even in the title, that Trump’s success is an occasion for their mourning; yet even they can no longer deny that by Trump’s metrics, he is winning.

By Trump’s metrics? By ANYBODY’S metrics, seems to me, whether they have America’s best interests in mind or—as with CNN, PuffHo, and every other Jurassic Media establishment, along with the NeverEverEverTrumptard cucks and their Democrat Socialist partners—very evidently not.

They just can’t help themselves, and they can’t hide what they are anymore. Chickens, home to roost, baby.


A consummation devoutly to be etc

We can only hope Lifson is onto something here.

When Rod Rosenstein evaded the answers being sought in a congressional hearing and deferred to the inspector general investigation underway, I thought it a reasonable response, even though Rosenstein is now a hate-object for having appointed Robert Mueller as special counsel. The I.G., Michael E. Horowitz, is no political stooge. (For background on the inspectors general, see Ed Lasky here and here. There are unsung heroes of our constitutional republic among them, hero-federal bureaucrats.)

And letting any of the I.G.’s cats out of the bag early could have serious consequences.

He then points us over to another of Sundance’s thoroughly researched and insightful posts, to wit:

The text messages between FBI Agent Peter Strozk and his mistress, FBI lawyer Lisa Page, have been released to both Fox News and CBS.

The messages reflect a strong bias against President Trump. However, the bigger story is not the anti-Trump bias within the text communication, the BIGGER story is why the Department of Justice, Office of Inspector General (OIG), began even looking at Agent Peter Strozk’s communication in the first place.

Remember, the original mandate by the Inspector General’s office was initiated to review and discover any politicization of the FBI and/or DOJ officials.

After news broke of Strzok’s removal from investigative duty within the FBI counterintelligence unit, what the OIG responding statement said was for 11 months the Dept of Justice OIG office has been investigating the politicization within the DOJ and FBI and deciding if the actions, or lack of action, was driven by the political ideology of the participants therein…

Getting caught as a leaker is likely the reason Strzok was removed and reassigned to the HR post; not the bias. The bias, writ large, is essentially a snipe hunt; it makes good media clicks, it feeds a good headline, but ultimately it’s a nothingburger. The reports on this angle are flak and countermeasures.

However, Agent Strzok leaking information to the media; his changing the outcome of an FBI investigation into a political ally, Hillary Clinton; and his investigative involvement in the Trump Russia Conspiracy, via the Steele Dossier and FISA warrant, well, that’s the real issue evident here.

Interesting indeed. Without falling into the old wishful-thinking trap of assuming that Trump is some sort of 3D chess-playing wizard here, I will note that he’s shown himself to have patience enough to be capable of playing a longer game than people often assume, in both business and politics. This is convoluted, twisty, tangly stuff for sure; also, Occam’s Razor still makes for an excellent guide in most circumstances, and should perhaps be carefully borne in mind in this case, too.

All that said, though, I wouldn’t bet against Trump playing a pretty Machiavellian game here himself: one of his most under-acknowledged and useful skills throughout his career has been his ability to get adversaries to underestimate him to their own great detriment, as we’ve seen demonstrated again and again since the beginning of the Republican primary campaign. And Sundance himself has been adept enough at seeing forests instead of trees for long enough now that I ain’t willing to bet against his having the right of things here, either. Not quite yet, I ain’t. I seem to recollect seeing somewhere or other that Horowitz’s final report is scheduled to drop in April of next year; all will come clear by then, I guess. Back to Lifson:

We should be hearing from the I.G. in the early part of next year, in time for this to start to unfold in TV prior to the November midterm elections.

Sundance looks ahead the next couple of steps, toward prosecution, and follows the potential chain upward. Momentum, and consequently timing, is critical because of the expected all-out resistance. Watergate was nothing compared to this.

Well, no, it wouldn’t be, would it? I mean, Watergate was a bungled coverup of a penny-ante burglary—which, I think, hardly rises to the level of a soft coup aimed at nullifying the results of a legitimate presidential election and removing a duly-sworn-in chief executive from office without real justification. Not to even mention the revelation of partisan corruption from top to bottom of entire federal agencies, with arguably treasonous treachery and manipulation at the very highest levels.

Update! Steyn on the big picture:

Politically, America is a bitterly divided 50/50 nation, where a few hundred thousand votes in a dwindling number of swing states determines control of the national (it’s no longer really “federal”) government. That places an ever greater burden on the professional civil service to behave professionally, and to be perceived as behaving professionally. Mueller, Comey, McCabe, Ohr, Strzok, Page and the rest have engineered a situation that ensures half the country will never accept the legitimacy of whatever their “investigation” concludes. If they indict Trump, one half will regard it as a coup by Deep Staters in the bag for Hillary. If they exonerate Trump, the other half of the country will blame Trump for discrediting these fine upstanding career public servants.

So Mueller and his team have made things worse. Thanks a lot, corruptocrats.

It is not unreasonable to conclude that this pseudo-investigation is an elaborate bit of FBI dinner theatre to obscure Strzok and others’ attempt to subvert the election. What Strzok and Ohr have done is far worse than anything Flynn and Papadopoulos did: why should only the latter face jail time?

Why, because Stroke and Ohr are liberals, see. That makes it diff’runt.

Until we reach the heads-on-pikes stage, I mean. At which point I will eagerly look forward to Obama, Hillary!™, and the rest of the dirty gang sharing the same fate.


More on Moore

Coulda appended this to the earlier post, but that one was already long enough, and it’s Steyn, so you know I’ll be excerpting the living hell out of it, taxing poor old “fair use” to within an inch of its life.

Back then, there were lots of 32-year-old men chasing 19-year-old girls – the Prince of Wales and Lady Diana Spencer, to cite only the most obvious example. It was a common plot in big worldwide hits: When the Oscar-winning Best Picture An American in Paris was shot, Leslie Caron was 19, and Gene Kelly was pushing 40; when the original Broadway production of My Fair Lady opened, Julie Andrews was 19, and Rex Harrison was pushing 50. You can’t find a single contemporary review of either that so much as notices the age difference. My old friend Alan Jay Lerner authored both scripts and won Oscars and Tonys respectively, and, as a practical matter, it was the only plot he knew how to write: My Fair Lady (1956) – older, sophisticated, mature bachelor takes young unformed girl in hand and moulds her; Gigi (1958) – older, sophisticated, mature bachelor takes young unformed girl, etc, etc; Lolita, My Love (1971) – older, sophisticated mature, etc, etc, etc …ah, but that was one reprise too many of “Thank Heaven for Little Girls”.

As Alabama’s most eligible bachelor, Roy Moore liked nubile young women, and nubile means “marriageable” (from the Latin, nubilis). Indeed, he eventually married one of them – the aforementioned client of barristerial Jewry. Today, in the western world, nubile girls are no longer regarded as marriageable: They’re supposed to go to college and think about settling down and having one yuppie designer kid when they’re 39. I see I’m in danger of connecting Roy Moore to my big-picture demographic thesis, so let me just note that the chattering classes’ conviction that dating teenage girls makes one a paedo doesn’t seem to extend to the expanding cohort of Muslim politicians: David Cameron’s Islamic poster-gal Baroness Warsi was married at 19 to her Pakistani cousin.

Strictly on the merits, the original Washington Post story would have been better solely focused on the fourteen-year-old accuser, but they – and much of the coastal commentariat – couldn’t resist what the locals evidently discerned as a not so subtle dig at Alabama mores more generally. Unfortunately for him, Moore lacks the nimbleness of Donald Trump, who can skip through fields of lethal mines like a frog skimming lily pads without a care in the world. For all the talk of the new populism, it’s worth remembering that the Trump of 2015 is not of general application: he was a unique combination of brilliant instinct, low cunning, and a celebrity status that made him all but indestructible to the usual cannily timed “dirty tricks” – which is what the Moore story, like the Billy Bush tape, was.

Nonetheless, Moore lost narrowly enough to suggest that it wasn’t the accusations that did him in. He could have survived those, just about. What killed him was that he was running against both the Democrats and the Republicans – including Alabama’s own senior senator, Richard Shelby. (Trump post-Billy Bush was in a similar position, as the likes of Paul Ryan, Kelly Ayotte, etc, stampeded to distance themselves.) But Roy Moore was the nominee only because the smart guys over-invested in Luther Strange (just as in 2015 they over-invested in Jeb Bush).

And they’re still pissed off about that, too, and intend to have their revenge. Moore was but a down-payment on it, and now that they see how well their smear campaign worked out, the already-slim chance of Trump getting much of his agenda past them just dropped to near zero.

But don’t worry, say the usual geniuses: Doug Jones is just this season’s Scott Brown. As Massachusetts did with Elizabeth Warren, Alabama will return to the natural order of things in 2020. Well, maybe. But, as we’ve just seen, the one thing you can take to the bank is the Stupid Party’s unerring knack to out-stupid themselves. In the meantime, a Congressional majority already vulnerable to the monstrous egos of John McCain, Susan Collins et al just got shaved to a micro-sliver: Mike Pence is going to be spending a lot of time at the Senate casting the deciding vote – assuming, that is, McConnell has any legislation he can actually get to the floor.

Assuming he even WANTS to, more like.

A final thought on Moore: Yes, he’s a kook, and an insufficiently nimble one to dodge the incoming schoolgirls. But as I wrote three months ago:

Whatever one feels about Roy Moore, he’s principled enough to be willing to lose his job over the Ten Commandments and same-sex marriage. That’s unusual in American politics.

I’ll say. Listening to Doug Jones’ victory speech, I found my heart sinking under the weight of all the usual tinny boilerplate, culminating inevitably in that most exhausted invocation of Martin Luther King and the arc of the moral universe bending toward justice, which was in fact formulated not by King but by the 19th-century abolitionist Theodore Parker. But Obama had it sewn on an Oval Office rug and no Dem is gonna argue with that. Jones seemed the very epitome of the hollow men of the professional political class. He’ll fit right in.

By contrast, Moore may be a kook, but he’s authentic. Listening to the outrage he’s able to provoke merely by sounding like Jesse Helms’ simpleton brother, I found myself pondering how far the GOP has gone in a generation – to the point where Moore is getting berated by Republicans for being insufficiently keen on gay sex. That’s all very well, but it does rather give the impression that the GOP is merely the Democrats a couple of electoral cycles down the road, and that circa 2025 some Dixie troglodyte will be getting slapped around by the right-wing punditry for objecting to transgendered chiefs of staff or whatever.

Let ’em go right ahead; they’ve long been quite comfortable with their role as surreptitious background aides to the Democrat Socialists, and that they can remain for all me. It was still kind of shocking to me to see them actually gloating openly over a fucking defeat, but it really shouldn’t have been. Nice thing is, their having come out into the open so brazenly can only be a good thing. Such exposure of their core treachery will surely drive more people away from their worthless party, thereby hastening its overdue demise.

For myself, I said a long time ago that I was all done with the Repukes, and other than Trump, I still very much mean it. They are and will remain dead to me, along with the whole passel of UniTard cucks at NRO, Bill Kristol, and the rest of the sorry-ass lot of them (confession: I made the mistake of looking in on the Corner today just out of curiosity, to my immediate regret; it’s a mistake I ain’t likely to be making again). With this nasty business, we’re back to the old anti-GOP war-cry: Burn. It. Down.

And fast, too. The sooner the Repuke Swamp frauds are forced to reveal themselves fully and just merge outright with the Democrat Socialists, the sooner the rest of us can get a true opposition party established, and perhaps make a start on reining in their beloved Deep State at last. I can’t say I consider it at all likely, but it would be wonderful and inspiring if Trump decided to run for re-election as a third-party candidate; he’s probably the right guy for that job too, and it ain’t as if he has to take the Repukes fighting against his agenda into consideration, since they’re already doing that anyway.

Go for it, Mr President. As a friend of mine says, you gotta cut the grass to see the snakes.

Update! Why yes, they do hate you this much.

When Moore unexpectedly defeated the vanilla Alabama Republican Establishment candidate, Luther Strange, McConnell and the GOP elite were put on notice. They threw everything they could at Moore. It was Mitch McConnell and the Republican elite who first put the media on to these unsubstantiated rumors about Roy Moore—just as it was the Republican Establishment that put the FBI and media onto the fictitious Trump-Russia “collusion” dossier in the summer of 2016. These Republican “leaders” will brook no compromise with their own base if it means empowering people who might threaten their little fiefdoms in Washington, D.C.

The entire Alabama special election was a case study in how the Permanent Bipartisan Fusion Partyhates the average American. The GOPe understands that any Republican candidate will win Alabama when the senate seat is yet again up-for-grabs. But very few Republican candidates will actually fight to protect the middle class and against their donor interests as Moore would have done. This is the true reason they are happy to be rid of him. The GOPe is firmly in the hands of their corporate masters, which is why they fought so vociferously to get a Democrat elected in Alabama. This was about defeating you first, so that they can put their preferred Republican globalist candidate in office at the next election.

Still don’t believe the bipartisan fusion party hates you? Listen to Doug Jones’ acceptance speech. While celebrating his victory last night, Jones made the dubious claim that his election represented a historical fork-in-the-road for Alabama. Finally, according to Jones, Alabama had taken the correct turn at this fork by electing him, because so often Alabamians had taken the wrong path. They can rest easy, I suppose, knowing that now they have Doug Jones there to tell them all about their wrong choices. Here we have an elected official describing the way in which the state that just elected him is an embarrassment to him. Why, we haven’t experienced a Democratic leader who hates his own population this much since…well,  since the Obama Administration!

And what can the overwhelmingly Republican voters of Alabama expect? An ungodly assault on children, as Jones supports the most aggressive pro-abortion policies. They can also anticipate a complete stall in Trump’s governing agenda, as the Republican majority in the Senate is narrowed to just one seat. Alabama voters essentially will get two years of everything they’ve always disagreed with. But, hey you’ve squelched a sexual predator (or did you?)! Everyone should feel good about Doug Jones’ victory last night. Chuck Schumer certainly does. So, too, does the mainstream media. Hell, even Mitch McConnell is happy. If that doesn’t show you how dangerous the Establishment is, I don’t know what will.

It also shows us that, though staggered by the unexpected roundhouse punch of Trump’s election, they’re still on their feet. They aren’t quite done yet, and will NOT be going gently into that good night. A mere TKO won’t suffice; they’ll have to be knocked OUT, flat on their backs on the canvas showing nary a twitch of movement, and a full ten-count issued.

Their revolting display today illustrates why I’ve said for a goodish while that I consider the Repukes to be even more despicable than the Democrat Socialists. The DS’s are now pretty much up-front about their Marxist fervor for wrapping the tentacles of government around every facet of American life, never to be removed or loosened. The Repukes, on the other hand, still hope to deceive with a lot of fraudulent blah blah blah about their desire to limit government, cut spending, and so on, not one word of which they have any intention whatsoever of delivering on.

No, they like their Deep State, their DC Swamp, just fine, thanks. And they absolutely will not countenance any sincere attempt at dismantling or draining it without a fight. Make no mistake, people: they’ll do battle against us one hell of a lot harder than they ever will their Uniparty comrades and co-conspirators, the Democrat Socialists. After all, that’s a fight their hearts are truly IN.

Lots of folks, even some otherwise well-meaning ones, are piling on Bannon right now over his choice to pick a fight with swamp-snake McConnell, and announcing it in broad daylight. But it was the right choice, and the right fight. His only error was in believing that McConnell was weaker than he actually is. Like any other vampire, Yertle McTurtle has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, plenty of power left and decades of DC career-politician experience to ensure he deftly wields it. It’s going to require one heck of a struggle before he finally goes down for good.

A mere stake in the heart ain’t gonna do it, see. You gotta lop off the head too, then burn the corpse and scatter the ashes. It’s the only way to be sure.


Ask yourselves why we hate you

Explain all you want, but they still won’t get it. They can’t afford to.

So we arrive at a new theory: the media, when it tries to involve itself in Middle American political races, always manages to make things worse for the candidate that they support. The anti-media candidate, meanwhile, gains a new gust of momentum, courtesy of the public’s downright hatred for those mobs of carpetbagging weasels trampling over their yard signs and smirking at their values. People who didn’t care about the election one way or another all of a sudden vote for the guy getting vilified by the snobby people, because they see themselves in him. Populism is an instinct. That’s why the mainstream media is the most effective weapon patriotic Americans have to destroy the mainstream media.

The people of Montana, having heard the news and heard the tape, sided with the Republican who bodyslammed the liberal reporter. The bodyslam made him more appealing to the voters. Said Bozeman’s James Baker: ”A lot of reporters get aggressive. And I guess, after the heat of a long campaign, people can lose tempers. But obviously I don’t endorse it, but I think that in some cases it’s understandable even if it isn’t forgivable.” Said Kalispell’s Vaughn Warriner: “And now the night before the election, what do they do? They bring some outsider in, barges in, causes a scene, and make Gianforte look bad, when it was his fault in the first place.”

Ben Jacobs’ MSNBC “Chris Hayes” appearance did nothing to sway the good people of Montana to his cause. The good people of Montana simply hated him so much that they elected the guy who violently threw him to the ground.

In Georgia, the Democrats spent record-breaking amounts of money to try to elect some lightweight named Jon Ossoff to Congress in a special election for Tom Price’s seat, but it backfired. A Republican named Karen Handel beat him with 51.9 percent of the vote even though she got less than 20 percent in the primary. The voters didn’t care much about her either way. They simply hated Jon Ossoff, who, it turns out, didn’t even live in the district he was running in.

This is President Donald Trump’s America, where the Fake News is on the run but too ignorant to realize it, where reporters like Dave Weigel, who post blatantly false information, finally have to apologize for it and be held accountable to the American people forced to imbibe their errors and fabrications.

So why don’t people believe the media now when they tell us that a Republican candidate is a bad person? Because we already know the media has no values.

The media is for killing babies, covering up for Clintons, starting nation-building wars in countries they’d never deign to fight in, and advertising pornographic gun violence in movies even as they fight to disarm the lawful citizenry. They undress women on their stupid reality shows and patronize women on their braindead daytime talk shows. And now, as we find, the truly bad people in the workplace aren’t the conservative Republicans they tell us to hate. The bad people are Matt Lauer. Harvey Weinstein. Democrats so high on their own moral self-satisfaction that they forget to practice any morality whatsoever. They are the ones who hurt and abuse others more vulnerable than them. They are the ones who have turned against God or whatever conception of basic human decency guides the lot of us. So their moral posturing rings false.

They thought we’d all just humbly sit back and endure their abusive disdain forever; after all, it’s what Conservative Inc Republicrats have always done. But after decades of being lectured, nagged, and insulted—scorned as ignorant, bigoted, hate-filled fools too stupid to be trusted to act in our own best interests, which they’ve always been happy to define for us—from their ivory-tower enclaves in NYC and LA, normal Americans are fed up.

And not just with the Democrat Socialist/Media combine, either; they also finally kicked Conservative Inc to the curb in favor of a cantankerous political novice finally willing to punch back twice as hard on their behalf, to borrow a phrase. After years and years of false Republicrat promises meant to obscure a total unwillingness to defend them and their values, the Normals at long last said to hell with all you, and to hell with all this and rejected business as usual in favor of long-overdue disruption of the tired old charade.

But as much justified anger as there is at both Uniparty wings, it’s perhaps the liberal Praetorian Media that inspires the deepest wrath, and rightly so. No matter which flavor of empty-suit hand-puppet occupies the Oval Office, Old Media is always right there—to prop up a Democrat Socialist with relentless propagandizing, and to keep any Republicrat placeholder keenly aware of his proper role by attacking him unceasingly, dishonestly, and hypocritically, by any means necessary. Their influence isn’t what it once was, to be sure, and continues to dwindle; their old kingmaker/gatekeeper role has been seriously undercut by an earthquake, sudden but long a-building, that they seem to have missed completely. But among the old guard politicians they still do hold some sway.

Maybe even worse for them, both in terms of their dwindling influence and the low regard Normals have for them, is that on the rare occasions when an Old Media “journalist” dares to venture out into the heartland to report on its incomprehensibly bizarre, barely-human inhabitants, the condescension fairly drips from them, and their confusion, discomfort, and wonderment at this alien landscape is palpable. The “journalists” assume that the subhuman hayseeds are so awed by their celebrity as to be blind to the contempt they feel for them, and I’m sure plenty of them are. But not all; at this point, I’d guess not even close to most. The Normals harbor a pretty deep contempt for the “journalists” too, and for far better reasons, although being polite folks they’re way more careful about letting it show.

Trump has lashed Old Media remorselessly and to great effect with the “Fake News” crop, and the Normals know he’s speaking nothing but the plain truth. Far from being alarmed or put off by it, Normals are enjoying seeing the liars called out, after having waited and wished for it for a long, long time. To compound the misery of the “journalists,” the past week’s blundering has rendered their sniveling outrage over Trump’s richly-merited scourging of them completely ludicrous:

This week alone, four big scoops were run by major news organizations — written by top reporters and presumably churned through layers of scrupulous editing — that turned out to be completely wrong: Reuters, Bloomberg, The Wall Street Journal, and others reported that the special counsel’s office had subpoenaed Donald Trump’s records from Deutsche Bank. They weren’t. ABC reported that Trump had directed Michael Flynn to make contact with Russian officials before the election. He didn’t (as far as we know). The New York Times ran a story that showed K.T. McFarland had acknowledged collusion. She didn’t. Then CNN topped off the week by falsely reporting that the Trump campaign had been offered access to hacked Democratic National Committee emails before they were published.

Forget your routine bias, these were four bombshells disseminated to millions of Americans by breathless anchors, pundits, and analysts, all of them feeding frenzied expectations about collusion that have now been internalized as indisputable truths by many. All four pieces, incidentally, are useless without their central faulty claims. Yet there they sit. And these are only four of dozens of other stories that have fizzled over the year.

If we are to accept the special pleadings of journalists we have to believe these were all honest mistakes. They may be. But a person might then ask, why is it that every one of the dozens of honest mistakes are prejudiced in the very same way? Why hasn’t there been a single major honest mistake that diminishes the Trump-Russia collusion story? Why is there never an honest mistake that indicts Democrats?

Easy: because they AREN’T “honest mistakes.” Their “mistakes” only ever cut one way—which all by itself militates against their being “mistakes,” and certainly not “honest” ones—and of late they capitulate and issue a “correction” of sorts only after having been dragged kicking and screaming to it: burying a mealy-mouthed, weasel-worded admission of semi- or non-specific “problems” near the bottom of page C37 (for those few newspapers still able to publish that many pages), after several days of complaints from people fully aware of what they’re up to. More from Limbaugh:

Therefore what Mueller is doing is not the investigation of a crime. What Mueller is doing is pursuing an impeachment. There is no two ways about it now. I didn’t have any doubt about it last week, but this perspective on this. So this brings us back to CNN. There is no evidence. You know what else? If we’re gonna suppose that there was collusion, that the Russians hacked or whatever — and that’s all it is — let me tell you what you get when there is no evidence of Russian hackery, when there is no evidence of Trump-Russia collusion in this mythical hackery.

You know what you get? You get fake news. You get Brian Ross lying in a report about General Flynn’s plea bargain. Brian Ross lied through his teeth when he said that Trump, as a candidate, made Flynn call the Russians. Reuters and Bloomberg published a false report about a subpoena for Trump’s financial dealings with a German bank. That didn’t happen. CNN lies about Donald Trump Jr. getting early notice of emails posted on WikiLeaks with the encryption key to open the file.

That didn’t happen! Donald Trump Jr. got nothing in advance of anything that was made public. And then Dave Weigel of the Washington Post posted a phony photo of the Trump rally in Pensacola on Friday before people were even let in, pictures of empty seats. Weigel wanted people to believe that nobody cared about the Trump rally (be sure to hit the link; Trump’s response busting the deceitful moron is absolutely hilarious—M). That’s what you get. You get lying, fake news when there isn’t any collusion and when there isn’t any evidence of any collusion.

I got a quick question for CNN and all the rest of you Drive-By Media types. You’re telling us these mistakes you’re making are honest. Yeah, you’re just trying so hard to be good journalists. Let me ask you: How many totally lying, erroneous, false, damaging, defamatory stories about Barack Obama ran in eight years? Hmm? How many times in your quest to be over-the-top fair and to get it right did you run defamatory stories that did damage to Barack Obama? Answer: Zero.

Which is just another little thing that gives their game away. Add in that it ain’t just one Fake News outlet making these “mistakes,” but several—ALL in the same direction, mind—and you can no longer deny that the Liberal Media is participating in our political process not as honest, at least reasonably impartial reporters of news as they claim, but as active advocates promoting one side over another. Not and be taken seriously, you can’t.

Anybody—ANYBODY—who still thinks after all this that they can rely on Establishment Media for useful information on the news of the day—presented fairly, offering coverage of all viewpoints, untainted by a concealed agenda—is nothing but a damned fool. Period fucking dot.

“Honest mistakes”? Don’t make me laugh. Those “mistakes,” and their slow, reluctant “corrections,” are all part of the larger attempt to overturn the last election, that’s all. The keg of gasoline here around which they’re waving matches all unawares, though, is the whole idea of the peaceful transfer of power. Once a source of great pride in this country, taken as a given even after a hotly contested election, it’s the bedrock of our system’s stability. But now it is being recklessly endangered, by the very fools likely to be most badly burned by the resultant conflagration.

Jesus famously said, “forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do.” Same with these feckless fucktards—they truly know not what they do. Only they’re not seeking God’s forgiveness—He in His boundless wisdom not really being directly involved and all—and the people they WILL need to beg absolution from aren’t likely to be in a forgiving mood.

I’ve reiterated my long-held belief that if there is to be a second Civil War in this country, it will be gun confiscation that sparks it. But I’m beginning to think that there’s another possibility that just might suffice as well: a successful soft coup finally achieved by the Left and its propaganda wing that removes Trump from office on one or another of these Pecksniffian pretexts of theirs. Should they somehow contrive to pull it off at last, an uprising of some sort is far from inconceivable. A vast number of normal Americans are now fully awake to the nature and intentions of the forces arrayed against them, and the final confirmation of the removal of Normals’ right to a say in how they’re governed just might be the spark that sets off an explosion.

I would guess that it would begin as nonviolent protest both in Mordor on the Potomac and all over the country, but the potential for escalation to real violence would be pretty high right from go. If Antifa/BLM/Occupy/miscellaneous other thugs of the hard Left show up to deal out some of their trademark mob beatings, with the cops again quietly ordered by Democrat-Socialist city and state officials to stand idly by and let it happen…well, there’s really no telling where it all might lead.

But one thing I’m fairly certain of is that it would signal the start of open season on “journalists,” with no bag limit. Which I would have to consider a feature, not a bug. Tar, feathers, torches, and pitchforks would end up being the most trifling of their concerns, a best-case scenario.

In light of which, although I know it amounts to whistling in a hurricane and all, I’ll repeat my sage advice to them yet again: best be careful what you wish for there, Proggies. I’ll let Schlichter lay out the bottom line:

These are the same people who constructed, out of whole cloth, the narrative that we are somehow morally obligated to give up a red state Senate seat because Gloria Allred dragged out some sad-faced woman with a story and a yearbook. Except the yearbook was tampered with – just like the Roy Moore Truthers said. No, our glorious press didn’t uncover that lie. But then, the press didn’t want to.

What about the Washington Post and its alleged “scrupulous reporting?” Turns out it’s likely that this whole thing is a Jeb!boy hit job. No shock – the corrupt establishment has been working with the corrupt press to claw back the power we relieved them of since we rejected Felonia Milhous von Pantsuit. The Fredocons and liberal journalists want respect, but they deserve only contempt – and woke conservatives are delivering.

Say, who’s ahead on embarrassing corrections regarding the Russiafail fake scandal this week? WaPo? CNN? The Times? Because all we see are giant headlines about how this is the end for Trump, followed a few hours or days later by sheepish, page B-26 corrections and then hilarious tweets from Trump rubbing it in.

Mr. President, please never stop tweeting.

Seconded, with all my heart and soul. It’s not as if those fastidious Fauntleroys most distressed over the boorish unseemliness of it all were ever in his corner anyhow. Trump got to the Oval Office without heeding those dweebs; it would be an error most grievous to start paying attention to their agitated squeaking now. The payoff:

Here’s a lesson for our would-be moral instructors. See, the thing with moral authority is that you don’t get any more after you set fire to what you have. And our media/political/Hollywood elite’s moral authority is a raging inferno.

Well, now it’s time for America’s Normals to instruct you elitist jerks: We just don’t care what you say anymore.

Nope, not even a little bit. And if you devious, deluded lackwits DO somehow manage to gin up a way to get what you think you want and remove Trump from office…well, that’s when your REAL heartaches begin. For real, and for keeps.

You have been warned.



Their real purpose is not what they claim it is. It never was.

We’re now in Act 3 of a leftist conspiracy to invent a conspiracy to justify its own conspiracy.

In Act 1, the Clintons created the Trump-Russia conspiracy theory and used a British former intelligence agent with connections to Russia and the FBI to inject the dossier into the FBI. In Act 2, Obama officials used the dossier to justify their eavesdropping on Trump officials. In Act 3, Team Mueller is using that illegal eavesdropping to entrap and generate crimes against assorted Trump officials.

After all this time, the conspiracy theory remains as unproven as ever.

And the conspiracy theory is that the past election was illegitimate, that Trump doesn’t belong in the White House and Hillary does, and that radical measures must be taken against the First Amendment, the Electoral College and our entire political system to prevent such a “mistake” from occurring again.

That’s not just a conspiracy theory. It’s a radical leftist conspiracy against America.

Mueller had every opportunity to make his case. He could have run a fair and transparent investigation. Instead he’s become the public face of a partisan witch hunt in which a confederacy of Hillary supporters and judges dispense with everything from attorney-client privilege to the U.S. Attorneys’ manual so that they can offer fresh heads to the baying D.C. mob reading the Washington Post.


Mueller must go. This circus must end. And a real investigation must be conducted of the Obama administration’s eavesdropping on Trump officials and members of Congress. Both the DOJ and the FBI require urgent housecleaning. That is the only meaningful result of the Muller investigation. 

The revelation of that home truth—of just what kind of government we really do have, inarguably, for all to see—might actually render the entire circus worthwhile in the end…IF Trump makes the fullest possible use of it.


Unfair, unbalanced, untruthful, untrustworthy, unhinged, unravelling, unimportant

Just another thing Trump has been right all along about.

The mainstream liberal media is primarily composed of stumblebum leftist jerks who want all the glory and respect due a caste of objective, moral truth-seekers, yet who don’t want to do the hard work of actually being objective or moral or seeking the truth. “I can’t pass, and I can’t tackle, and practice is really a hassle, but I’m wearing a sportsball jersey so I want your adulation and a Super Bowl ring!

Remember, to our intrepid media, news is only news if it helps the liberal narrative. If it doesn’t, it’s not news. It’s not anything. It’s un-news. Like the stock market boom. Like wiping out the ISIS caliphate. Like Mueller’s manifest conflicts of interest. Un-news. Remember, half the job of the mainstream media is generating metaphorical tumbleweeds.

And then there’s Brian Ross, the ABC News goof whose 100% false claim about candidate Donald Trump cavorting with Russia gave millions of mouth-foaming anti-Trump weirdos like Bette Midler doppelgänger Joy Behar a collective Muellergasm at the thought that the Flynn plea might not turn into yet another disappointment. And of course it did. Talk about un-news – they were giddy and, as a real journalist demonstrates, the plea means nothing. They were looking for Mueller to convict Donald J. Manson of mass murder and all Mueller’s managed to do was write one of his girls a ticket for double parking outside Sharon Tate’s house.

What kind of nut might think a mainstream media outfit would lie about a conservative who is about to take a critical Senate seat? That’s crazy talk. Sure, Fusion GPS (the group of ex-journalists that manufactured and promulgated the fake Trump dossier) had unnamed journalists on its payroll – gosh, the WaPo and the rest of the media sure aren’t curious about who they are – and yes, WikiLeaks revealed journalists working for Democrat campaigns, but it’s super paranoid nutso crazy to think this Moore thing smells fishy. Heck, no one covers the backcountry of Alabama beat better than the Washington Post, certainly not the local Alabama media that has covered Moore for 30 years and never gotten wind of this bombshell through Moore’s multiple elections! How dare you hicks not immediately accept at face value everything the liberal media says!

If (when) Roy Moore gets elected he ought to send the liberal media a dozen roses to thank it for his victory; their coverage is an in-kind campaign contribution. No one but Moore and his accuser knows whether Moore cavorted with an underage girl or not, but the voters of Alabama have a perfectly legitimate basis to disbelieve the media’s claims – the sordid track record of the media itself. Would the liberal media lie to hurt a conservative? Are you kidding? It does that every day, and the difference is that now we’re woke.

And that right there is their biggest problem, and will prove to be their undoing in the end. It’s a joy to behold, made more so by watching them flail away and knowing that there’s nothing they can do about it, because they cannot stop, and probably wouldn’t if they could anyway.


Gone rogue

In fact, the very definition of a rogue agency: completely out of control, ignoring its proper mission and responsibilities when it’s not trampling them actively, with no real checks on the ability to abuse their excessive power, no boundaries, no meaningful oversight.

In Washington, the ostensible story is rarely the real story. We know, for example, that former President Clinton engineered a meeting with President Obama’s attorney general, Loretta Lynch, on the tarmac of the Phoenix Airport on June 27, 2016.

That’s the official story, replete with the charming and intentionally disarming detail that all they talked about was their grandchildren. It was just coincidental, don’t you know, that at the time the FBI was looking into Hillary Clinton’s use of a “personal” email server to send, receive and store classified information.

And it was also simply coincidental that just a few days later, the director of the FBI – who served under Attorney General Lynch – announced that he wouldn’t recommend a prosecution of Hillary Clinton.

What we haven’t known, until now, is that a frantic scramble erupted in the halls of the FBI to cover up this meeting. In fact, the FBI turned its sharp light not on the scandalous meeting between the attorney general and Bill Clinton – but rather on one of the whistleblowers who got the word out.

The organization I head, Judicial Watch, asked the FBI on July 7, 2016, for any records that might pertain to the infamous tarmac meeting. We had to sue after we were ignored by the agency.

There’s more, of course. And it’s a drop in the bucket. Roger Simon pours more in:

In a series of heavily criticized tweets (aren’t they always) Trump is asserting that the FBI’s reputation is in tatters. Of course, he’s right. This isn’t justice as it’s supposed to be, not even faintly. It’s Kafka meets Orwell in the Deep State.

Robert Mueller may not realize it, but the conclusion of his investigation, whatever it is, will never be accepted by a huge percentage of the public. As the French say, Mentir est honteux. Lying is shameful. Mike Flynn may have lied, but so, undoubtedly, has the FBI, multiple times, more than Flynn could ever dream of doing or be capable of doing. And they’re the ones we’re supposed to trust in the end.

UPDATE:  Apparently my attack on the FBI was understated.  Peter Strzok, it turns out, was the man who was responsible for changing “grossly negligent” to “extremely careless” in Comey’s final report on the Clinton email investigation, thus setting Hillary free for a crime the world knows she committed.

Steyn redirects the flow:

Martha Stewart wound up behind bars for telling a lie in a matter in which there was no underlying crime. In the case of Flynn, I heard some bigshot in Congress argue that Flynn’s lies were somehow “material” to the investigation. But, as Professor Jacobson points out, it’s hard to see how Russia can “interfere” with the election after it’s been held. Flynn’s conversations occurred in his capacity as a senior figure in the incoming administration. That’s the normal business of diplomatic relations – and it is most emphatically not the business of minor policemen within a leaky and insecure permanent bureaucracy.

So Flynn’s “lies” are not material – unless the Deep State is “investigating” the winning side in the election for engaging in the usual business of government.

Actually, it’s not for “engaging in the usual business of government” at all; it’s for having won election on a platform promising to dismantle the Deep State. All of this—all of it—is just part of the larger and ongoing soft-coup attempt by Shadow Government minions determined to protect their positions and hold onto their (excessive, routinely abused) power.

Second, I happened to speak to the FBI about a certain matter a couple of months back. Very pleasant lady. Thought it all went well. But my lawyers were dead set against it – because, if you go to see the Feds in the context of some or other investigation and you chance to be infelicitous about this or that, you’ll find that suddenly you’re the one being investigated for, as noted above, the one-way crime of lying to the authorities. Did Flynn, in fact, lie? When you’re shooting the breeze with G-men, mistakes or faulty recollection can be enough to land you in prison – if the Feds think it useful to them to threaten you with that. When Flynn pleaded guilty, was he, in fact, guilty? Or was he rather a ruined and broke man who could no longer withstand the pressure of the metaphorical electrodes with attendant billable hours?

I think we all know the answer to that. As I always say, the process is the punishment. And the Federal Government (which wins 97 per cent of cases it brings to court) can inflict a more punishing process than anyone this side of Pyongyang. This is a vile business that does no credit to a civilized society.

Indeed it doesn’t. But worse, none of it would even exist in a truly free society whose government operated within the limitations specified in its Constitution. Worse still, Steyn has more—a LOT more.

Third, as longtime readers, listeners and viewers know, I strongly dislike the uniquely American “presidential transition” period. As you know, in, say, the Westminster system, if a prime minister loses on a Thursday, his goes to the Palace to resign on the Friday, and he moves out of Downing Street on the weekend. The new cabinet ministers are in place the following Monday or Tuesday. The “transition” is part of the general institutional sclerosis of Washington, and certainly no friend to swamp-drainers: A year after Trump’s election, key positions in every cabinet department – Deputy Secretaries, Assistant Secretaries, Under-Secretaries, Deputy Assistant Secretaries, Assistant Deputy Secretaries, Deputy Assistant Under-Secretaries – are still held by Obama appointees.

Since January 20th, the party that lost the election has been, supposedly, out of power. But its appointees remain in charge – to the point where the President has to go to court to evict the in effect self-appointed head of the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau – a lawless and unaccountable body so beyond the much vaunted “checks and balances” of the US Constitution that it can shake down its targets (banks) and transfer the proceeds to its ideological allies (anti-capitalist activist groups). The permanent bureaucracy’s argument re the CFPB is that elections don’t matter. Primitive countries have coups against the president; subtler systems have a thousand below-the-radar coups in every rinky-dink bureau and agency.

Trump may be the elected president, but at the CFPB, the Justice Department, State, Homeland Security et al the self-selected permanent state cruises on.

It’s actually frightening, is what it is. Because what it means is that, in truth, elections really DON’T matter. Until the unmasking of the Deep State brought about by Trump’s election, such a statement would have been dismissed by almost everybody as mere paranoia and loony-tunes conspiracy-theorizing. Now, the proposition is so brazen and in-your-face as to be impossible to credibly argue against. Steyn calls that an inversion in his post, but the overarching inversion here is that only a lunatic would deny a reality that not very long ago would have—hell, did—get you dismissed as, umm, a lunatic for suggesting.

Now, there’s an irony so caustic it would scorch the non-stick right off your best T-Fal skillet, people. To sum up:

There are lots of powerful people in both political parties and around the globe who didn’t want Trump to win the election. They were afraid, and rightly so, that he meant it when he said he would pull the U.S. out of the Paris Climate Accords and the Trans-Pacific Partnership trade deal. Trump is the enemy of the plans they have made at places like Davos and other global gatherings where the left-liberal clique that has run the world since the 1960s gathers to plot out the future course of events.

Trump threatens their interests. It’s a matter of simple economics. As so he must be removed, one way or another. Mueller is their tool for doing so, whether the president actually broke the law or not.

We’re approaching a constitutional crisis that gets at the essence of self-government. Should “We, the people” be in charge of the U.S. government or should that role be ceded even further to the career bureaucrats, members of the Foreign Service, Capitol Hill staff, K Street lobbyists, media stars and others who make up the permanent government? The day of reckoning is coming, something the president could bring about sooner rather than later by – now that he has pleaded guilty to something – pardoning Flynn in order to destroy Mueller’s ability to put pressure on him. It would be something to see, watching the special prosecutor and his minions try to move ahead in their effort to construct a semblance of proof the Trump campaign coordinated activities with the Russian government to the detriment of Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign without being able to squeeze a key player in this fantastic fantasy. It’s not a matter of Flynn not being able to talk as much as it is liberating him to talk about the pressure applied to him by the prosecutor – which, if past behavior is any indication, probably should itself constitute some kind of a crime.

The deep staters are dancing tonight because they believe they are one step closer to their objectives. Again, maybe so, but it would be wrong for the president to go down without fighting, bare knuckles, against the trends that could very well, in the long run, destroy our democratic institutions as designed by the founders and as we’ve come to know them.

They’ve already been destroyed. More precisely, they’ve been co-opted, perverted, and transformed into the very thing the Founders warned us against. There is no hope of fixing them; the more people become aware of that, the more imminently dangerous the ground we tread becomes.

Damning update! From Scott McKay:

Peter Strzok is everything, as it turns out. Strzok looks like the man at the center of what can best be described as the complete collapse of the FBI and Justice Department’s trustworthiness and credibility, a collapse which is triggering a crisis in the public confidence in the federal government as an institution we consent to have power over us.

To summarize, the Mueller probe is rotten to the core. It’s been nearly a full year in existence and is no closer to finding evidence that Trump colluded with the Russians than he was when he started, and to date all he’s managed is a pair of guilty pleas based purely out of conduct during the investigation, with Flynn’s the most significant.

This isn’t a banana republic, at least not yet. But it’ll become one on Trump’s watch if the president doesn’t act to put a stop to the runaway corruption in the Justice Department.

Here’s how to do that. First, Trump should pardon Flynn for the lie he admitted to the FBI, immediately. Only that, though — Flynn shouldn’t get a free pass for other things he’s done, like for example his Turkish escapades which might well bear further investigation.

Next, Trump should see to it that Strzok and Weissmann, and a number of others on Mueller’s team who are clearly compromised — they’d be disqualified as jurors on any case involving the president as having conflicts, much less as investigators — are fired. Not tomorrow. Today. This minute.

And Trump should tell Mueller he has until Christmas to bring an indictment against someone for collusion with the Russians, or else he’s fired and his probe gets disbanded. This investigation can’t be open-ended, and it also can’t be allowed to be a perpetual motion impeachment machine — not because it’s bad for Trump, but because it is poisonous to American democracy that this witch hunt might go on while the same people involved in it were actively at work exonerating Clinton.

Trump should also fire assistant Attorney General Rod Rosenstein and assistant FBI director Andrew McCabe, both of whom are hopelessly compromised as well, and conduct a top-down review of FBI and DOJ personnel to rid those agencies of the partisan political corruption that clearly pervades them.

There can now be no mistake about the legitimacy of the Deep State coup against Trump his supporters have claimed. It’s real. The question now is what the president is going to do about it. The Democrats will use the 2018 midterm elections as a public referendum on whether they’re to be given the political power to impeach the president, and Mueller’s probe is nothing more than an effort to legitimize that naked grasp at the brass ring. Trump may have been practicing a bit of a rope-a-dope to smoke out just how empty this “collusion” narrative has been, but we’re past that now. Now it’s time to end the circus and turn out the clowns.

Enough already. Get rid of these people.

Amen—to include every last Obama stay-behind agent in the government he can reach. I’m highly skeptical that a massive round of firings at the FBI could ever be enough to undo the rot there, but it would at least be a start at something productive, and would indicate the seriousness of Trump’s commitment to draining the swamp…or the lack thereof.


Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown redux

I excerpted this piece back in 2011 when it ran on NRO, but it’s been reposted on Lifezette and updated a bit, and is worth another look.

While Charles Schulz’s “Peanuts” characters were well-known from the newspaper comic strip, there were fears among the creative team that the characters would not translate well to television. They’d created a pitch once before, a pilot for television recounting the story of the world’s worst baseball player, Charlie Brown — and all three major networks rejected it.

The Schulz team hoped this time would be different. Luckily for everyone, they didn’t have much time to ponder their earlier failure: They had only three months to create a working script, record voices, get a soundtrack together, and create more than 30,000 animation cells from scratch — and this was back in the days before computers.

As things ended up, the network was not pleased with the final product. The first big complaint was the lack of a laugh track, something unimaginable in 1960s television. Schulz thought the audience should be able to enjoy the show without being cued on when to laugh. CBS created a version of the program with a laugh track added anyway, just in case Schulz changed his mind.

That seems a bit bizarre to me; I’ve watched it every year I could since it first ran, and I don’t really remember ever laughing out loud at it. There are funny bits, of course, and the whole thing is light-hearted and amusing. But it’s not really something I ever thought of as a comedy, somehow. And the annoying distraction of a laugh track getting in the way would have been…well, awful.

The executives also had a problem with the jazz soundtrack by Vince Guaraldi. They thought the music would not work well for a children’s program, that it distracted from the general tone. They wanted something more … well, young.

They also thought the show plodded along, that it was too slow. There wasn’t enough action, went the thinking, in a show dedicated to children.

Last but not least, the executives didn’t like how Linus recited the story of the birth of Jesus Christ from the Gospel of Luke. The scene was too long, too literal. The media orthodoxy of the time assumed Americans wouldn’t want to sit through a long spoken passage from the King James Bible.

“They were freaking out about something so overtly religious in a Christmas special,” explained Melendez. “They basically wrote it off, like, ‘Hey, this just isn’t going to be interesting to anyone, and it’s just going to be like a big tax write-off.'”

Thereby demonstrating that being completely clueless about the beliefs and lifestyles of normal Americans is by no means anything new for the high muckety-mucks running the entertainment biz. You see that same disconnect today in all sorts of places, as they labor mightily to push the masses in the direction they want them to go: ambiguous war flicks with the American soldiers portrayed as deeply flawed or corrupt in some way, fighting for motives that are dubious at best, or confused and deceived by the soulless commanders who are manipulating them for their own malign purposes. Or in commercials or sitcoms wherein Dad is either a helpless, hapless, incompetent buffoon whose blunders the rest of the family patiently endure; a stupid drunk who lives only to watch sports, hooting like a gibbon with his fellow boors; or an emasculated, biddable nebbish eager to be led around by the nose by his far more capable and authoritative wife.

And that’s when the family is even still intact, rather than consisting of a courageous, gutsy single mom and a couple of plucky, extremely well-adjusted kids, all abandoned for selfish reasons by a scurrilous douchebag, Mom struggling nobly to give the kids a proper upbringing without a moment’s support from the irresponsible cad who barely even appears in the show at all, and whom nobody is glad to see if he does.

If ever they do present a more traditional-type American family, Dad is a rigid, aloof tyrant, Mom is miserable and unfulfilled, and the kids are either intimidated or destructively rebellious, depending on their ages. Never do you see a well-adjusted, happy family with parents taking on traditional roles as part of a coherent plan to assist each other in the ways they’re most suited, sharing the load to everybody’s benefit: respectful of each other; appreciative of one another’s contribution; affectionate and warm towards each other; courteous and thoughtful; firm, but supportive and loving with the kids, who are mannerly and considerate, if a little rambunctious or uncooperative sometimes, as kids will be. No, none of them were perfect at all times and in all circumstances. All anybody expected was honest effort, and expected their own effort to be rewarded appropriately—which, in the main, it was.

I grew up in just such a family, and lived in a neighborhood, a town, a county, and a region surrounded by many others. It was not at all a grim, suffocating colony of undifferentiated zombies, everyone thinking and looking and acting exactly alike in a cookie-cutter nightmare where creativity was stifled, initiative was discouraged, independence was a serious transgression, and a joyless conformity was ruthlessly enforced—a place where there was no laughter, no honesty, no humanity, and above all, no sex. None. Ever.

Discipline was maintained in part via weekly attendance at a hate-filled, bigoted, narrow-minded church, through scorching, condemning harangues from the sour prude behind the pulpit. Everyone absolutely hated it. Well, except the preacher, who enjoyed having his fearful parishioners in his thrall and exercising his power over them like any other cheap dictator would.

Most of the zombies coped with this wretched existence through strictly-closeted reliance on alcohol or prescription drugs, infidelity, or habitual brutality to the kids, the wife, or the family pet, which was also kept well-hidden, discussed only in whispers by those in the know. Anyone different or odd suffered a life of sadistic torment at the hands of the other drones, until he or she either suicided or fled to the more welcoming, tolerant environs of New York, San Francisco, or LA.

Y’know, like the Fifties, duuuude.

If all you had to go by was TV and movies from about, say, 1970 on, you’d never know such a thing as a happy traditional family ever existed at all. Yet it was the norm in most of this country until fairly recently, and worked well for most families (and for society itself) despite life’s inevitable setbacks and unpleasant surprises, or the occasional human failing of one partner or the other. Certainly our culture as a whole was by far the better for it.

Which I’m confident that Schultz himself knew quite well, thanks.

Schulz, a Sunday school teacher, pushed back against everyone. He had many doubts in his life, but few about his characters and his storytelling skills. He also had the benefit of a very tight production schedule. The suits at the network, the advertising agency  — and the show’s sponsor, Coca-Cola — had invested in this program and promoted it in TV Guide. Schulz knew he had leverage, and he wasn’t about to acquiesce on any of the creative elements — especially the Bible reading.

The network executives capitulated and aired the special as Schulz intended it. And that’s why Charles Schulz was Charles Schulz. He knew his own country and the things Americans cared (and care) about, the things that meant something to them. He also knew — really knew — that the Bible reading was the most important part of the whole show.

As Charlie Brown sinks into a state of despair while trying to find the true meaning of Christmas, an unlikely character quietly saves the day. Linus walks to the center of the stage where the “Peanuts” characters have gathered, and under a narrow spotlight, quotes the second chapter of the Gospel according to Luke, verses 8 through 14:

And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace and good will towards men.

After Linus finishes the beautiful reading, he walks across the stage and says these words: “And that’s what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown.”

And so it is—no matter what those coastal elite types might or might not believe, in spite of their own hostility to Christianity and Christians…and their mistaken assumption that normal, decent people share it, particularly back in 1965. Even disregarding that, the Bible passage is central to the story; the whole damned thing depends on it. It isn’t just what Christmas is all about—it’s what A Charlie Brown Christmas is all about, too.

I dunno, maybe they’d be closer to correct about that assumption today. In fact, it’s difficult to even imagine such a thing making it to the airwaves now at all. Which says more about us than about them, and is not a happy thought. Thankfully, Schultz stood his ground; as Habeeb winds up:

Thank God the Grinch-like executives at CBS chose to air the special back in 1965. If it had been left to their gut instincts, we would have one fewer national treasure to cherish come Christmastime.

Yep. I watched it myself the other night, as I do every year. It’s held up a heck of a lot better than a lot of things those Hollywood and New York types would have imagined to be “timeless,” and has probably had far more impact than many things they’d consider “important,” too.


Drop dead

Democrat Socialist abuser of women John Conyers runs for a hidey-hole.

Guess the Democrat Socialist Men Behind The Curtain decided it would be better to give this reprobate the bum’s rush off Stage Left right quick, before he does any more damage. Al “Fish Lips” Franken, too, is reportedly considering seeking “help” as a useful deflection, as are Weinstein and Spacey.

Problem is, though, these serial shitheads don’t NEED therapy. They knew perfectly well that what they were doing was wrong; they suffered no confusion whatever about that, as is evidenced by their trying to keep their grubby indecencies under wraps and well-hidden all along. No, the real problem is that they fully expected to get away with it.

And considering the usual protective circling of the liberal wagons around at least the politicians among ’em that we’re seeing, one can only conclude that their assumption of invulnerability is correct. For now, anyway. We’ll see if their brazen strategy works out as they expect it to in the long term. One thing is certain: any self-respecting woman who would even dream of voting for a member of this filthy party after these revelations is a damned fool.


You really CAN’T parody them anymore

Shark: jumped.

Hello Readers of Medusa Magazine. My name is {redacted} and I own Before I begin, I just want to state that yes, this website is satire. It has always been and will always be satire…. but I don’t blame anyone for thinking otherwise. Myself and the fellow Shitposters who operated and published articles on this website while it lasted pride ourselves on writing fairly believable satire with just enough retardation to keep our readers in constant doubt. This has been fun, but all good things have to come to an end. I am shutting down this website because recent events have proven to us that it is no longer possible to satirize the Feminist left.

If you haven’t read our “Believe liberal victims of rape more than conservative victims of rape” article yet, I implore you to go read it now and then compare it to the argument these rape activists are now pushing. Its like they read our hoax article, agreed with it and then decided to incorporate it into their movement. Here’s just an excerpt from our article:

Regardless of whether any of these men are guilty of the crimes they have been accused of or not, one thing is for sure – the ones who hold left wing values have earned the right to make at least one mistake in their lives. George Takei has helped millions of LGBT children around the globe come out and be comfortable in their sexuality. Harvey Weinstein has donated funds to many Democratic candidates and grass-root movements that have helped us secure political power. Who cares if these men have made one or two mistakes in their lives? What’s important is that they have realized their mistakes and are willing to learn from them, which is more than I can say for Trump and his fellow GOP rapists.

And that is why we are shutting down this website. Because there is no point in operating a caricature website of Feminism anymore when real life Feminists are now more insane than any caricature we could ever dream up. If you enjoyed our content and are sad to see us go, then just go follow any legitimate Feminist blog or any of the many obnoxious Feminists on Twitter. Their content is the same as ours.

As you CF lifers know by now, I don’t usually bother transcribing links in my excerpts here. You’ll notice, however, that I just did that very thing above. There’s a reason for that: the linked article is a perfect demonstration of just how very difficult it is to parody these whackjobs anymore. The extremes you’d have to go to to successfully manage it are not attainable via human language. The mind recoils at the mere thought of attempting it. They’re so far around the bend a sane person can’t even see them at all from where he’s standing.

Sorry to see you go, Medusa—especially so since I only just found ya. But I understand completely why you feel you must, and I don’t blame you one bit.


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

Apparently so, yeah.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Update! Creep confessional.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Via David Bernstein)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All proud liberals—ALL. Against…what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We’re gonna need more popcorn, looks like.


Latest shoe dropping

The Uniparty Coup Cabal find themselves a new Ewan McMuffin:

When retired Marine Col. Lee Busby read it was too late for a write-in candidate for the Alabama Senate race, he said, “Hold my beer, we will just see about that.”

Busby told The Daily Beast on Monday he is launching his long-shot bid to stop Republican nominee Roy Moore from reaching the Senate.

“I have no idea if the allegations against him true or not, but I don’t see anything within his experience as a judge that qualifies him for the job.”

Busby said his state needs a choice other than Moore or Democrat Doug Jones.

“Alabama is not happy with the two choices we have down here. They are not appealing.”

Seeing as he’s a former Marine, I’m inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt and conclude that he’s sincere, with integrity enough to refuse to be part of any low Establishment skullduggery. On the other hand:

Busby said he spent 31 years in the Marine Corps and on his last tour of duty was vice chief of staff to then-Gen. John Kelly, who is now White House chief of staff.

Now, Trump might be concerned enough about Moore’s chance of winning that he or his staff could conceivably have instigated Busby to throw his hat into the ring, sure enough. But frankly I doubt it; for one thing, I think the odds are on Busby ending up as a spoiler, siphoning enough votes from Moore to throw the election to the Democrat Socialist viper. The odds are always long against winning as a write-in, and Busby has jumped into this one way late: what kind of organization can he possibly have, and how could a slapdash, cobbled-together campaign crew possibly hope to get itself running smoothly enough to push an underdog candidate over the top in so short a time?

Trump and his advisers would have to know all this, and I’m sure that, despite his lukewarm support for him so far, he’d far rather hold his nose and see Moore sworn in than have that happen.

As unpredictable and/or unmanageable a wild card as a Senator Moore might well turn out to be, Trump can still count on one hell of a lot more support and assistance with pushing the MAGA agenda from him than he could ever hope for from any Democrat Socialist you could think of, much less as staunch a Statist tapeworm as Doug Jones seems to be. He does himself no real harm in remaining mostly aloof on this…apart from the prospect of helping Jones and the Uniparty shitweasels steal an election via Busby that still looks like Moore’s to win.

An ironic aside: anybody remember back when the self-same GOPe frauds who are now far too pious to endure a candidate “tainted” by unprovable, decades-old sexual smears backed only by the say-so of suspect witnesses were demanding that we all “hold our noses” and vote for Romney, McCain, Bush, etc? Nah, me neither.


“Drain the swamp” won’t even BEGIN to cover it

Codevilla weighs in on GrabAssGate.

During my eight years on the Senate staff, sex was a currency for renting rungs on ladders to power. Uninvolved and with a hygroscopic shoulder, I listened to accounts of the trade, in which some one-third of senators, male senior staff, and corresponding numbers of females seemed to be involved. I write “trade,” because not once did I hear of anyone forcing his attention. Given what seemed an endless supply of the willing, anyone who might feel compelled to do that would have been a loser otherwise unfit for survival in that demanding environment.

This, I wager, is not so different from others’ experiences in Washington. Senior female staffers were far more open than secretaries in describing their conquests of places up the ladder, especially of senators. There was some reticence only in talking about “relationships” with such as John Tower (R-Texas) and Max Baucus (D-Mont.) because they were the easiest, and had so many. The prize, of course, was Ted Kennedy (D-Mass.)—rooster over a veritable hen house that was, almost literally, a “chick magnet.” Access to power, or status, or the appearance thereof was on one side, sex on the other. Innocence was the one quality entirely absent on all sides.

In the basic bargain, the female proposes. The power holder has the prerogative to say “no,” or just to do nothing. By a lesser token, wealthy men need not offer cash to have female attention showered on them. Money is silver currency. Power is gold. A few, occasionally, get impatient and grab. But taking egregious behavior as the norm of the relationship between power and sex willfully disregards reality. Banish the grabbing, and the fundamental reality remains unchanged.

Which is one reason why, as I’ve said, my sympathy for most of these “victims” is limited, to say the least. Of course, that’s excluding any truly innocent women who have in fact been raped. But I have serious doubts as to them being anything but a tiny minority, more or less the exception that proves the rule.

What this all still looks like to me is a Uniparty scheme to get at Trump via Moore which has blown up in the plotters’ faces. Now the Democrat Socialists, always the Uniparty branch harboring far more degenerates than the Repubs could ever get away with, are in the unaccustomed position of being hoist on their own petard, of being embarrassed by having the chasm between what they profess and what they do brought right out in the open.

And it reminds me again of the futility of campaigns to “get money out of politics.” As long as we’re saddled with a government as overgrown, powerful, and intrusive as this one, it will never happen. Both sex and money will continue to be the means by which people will attempt to purchase influence or favors from any entity so entangled with every facet of our lives—even if that favor is only to be left alone.

A properly limited federal government operating within Constitutional constraints simply wouldn’t have as much to sell, and therefore wouldn’t inspire nearly as much corruption. Not none, of course. But nothing like the impenetrable and almost incomprehensible web of sleaze and degeneracy woven about Mordor on the Potomac now.

The Clintons and the Weinsteins, yesterday’s ruling class paragons, are useful foils. When, inadvertently, photos implicate a member of the current ruling class leadership, such as Senator Al Franken (D-Minn.) in beastly behavior, ruling class colleagues and media give him a pass (“he apologized!”) and use his case unfavorably to contrast the real enemies—always on the Right: President Donald Trump and Alabama U.S. Senate candidate Roy Moore. “They are disqualified from office because they haven’t even admitted their guilt!”

In short, penalties for breaches of any item of political correctness are and will remain what they have been in the past, without exception: thinly veiled excuses to harm whoever stands in the way of the ruling class’s members.

The conclusion Codevilla reaches might not be at all what you’d expect; I confess to having been quite taken aback by it myself. But he’s far too smart and perceptive, and has been right far too many times already, for me to even think of betting against him before giving it some serious thought. If he has the right of it, the rot goes far deeper than even I in my cynicism ever imagined…and will be damned near impossible to root out without just burning the whole damned place to the ground and starting over.


War on women

There’s a phrase for it: hoist on their own petard.

Mike Pence has been derided by liberals for his “open door” rule, refusing ever to meet alone with a woman other than his wife, but the wisdom of his policy is revealed every time we see a new headline about the wicked behavior of men like Harvey Weinstein, Brett Rattner, Al Franken, Glenn Thrush, Louis C.K., James Toback, Kevin Spacey, Charlie Rose, Michael Oreskes, John Lasseter, Mark Halperin, on and on and on.

There is no doubt that the Sexual Harassment Apocalypse will also destroy some Republicans — new allegations against Roy Moore seem to emerge every day — but on balance, these exposures mainly involve liberal men in politics, journalism and Hollywood. This is deeply ironic, of course, because Democrats campaigned in 2012 on the claim that there was a Republican “War on Women,” Hillary Clinton made feminist “empowerment” a major theme of her campaign in 2016, and it was only because Hillary lost that we have now entered this climate where feminists are willing to pour gasoline all over the machinery of male Democrat power, strike a match and burn it to the ground.

You can thank the 63 million Trump voters for this “empowerment.”

True. You can be damned sure that we’d never have heard a peep about any of this if they had somehow contrived to drag Sick Hillary!™ over the finish line. And that’s by far the least of many bullets we dodged because of their humiliating failure. Just one more thing to give thanks for today.

Bad people do bad things, and it is not really surprising that Harvey Weinstein is a monster.

Now these monsters are being hunted down by their former feminist “allies,” and all the power and money in the world cannot save them.

Karma is a bitch, they say. And what a deeply ironic bitch she is.

Indeed she is. Ruthless, too, and no respecter of either persons or their power status.

(Via Insty)




"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards." – Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do 'Til the Revolution

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