Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

On outrage

Walsh links to a WSJ piece lamenting outrage:

People have been mad as hell for much of the 21st century, starting roughly with the stalemated Bush-Gore election in 2000, followed quickly by 9/11. Fundamentals have been changing fundamentally: marriage, sexual identity, racial politics, geopolitics. Outrage flourishes also because of the rise of social media—the endless electronic brawl—and because it plays so well on our screens. Cable news draws pictures in crayon, in bold primary colors that turn politics into cartoons. On the left, “stay woke” means “stay outraged.” Trumpians want to “lock her up” or “build a wall.” Outrage is reductive, easy to understand. It is an idiom of childhood—a throwback even to the terrible twos.

Ahh, but isn’t outrage appropriate when one side is so clearly right, and the other is not only wrong, but also dishonest about it?

“Trumpians” may well be the only ones who want to “lock her up”—but she damned well SHOULD be locked up, if the rule of law is to have any meaning at all. She committed numerous criminal acts, some of them at best skirting the margins of actual, literal treason—at BEST. She has so far evaded consequence; hell, she’s evaded even honest investigation into those crimes, with the collusive connivance not only of the useless GOPe but also the very federal agencies charged with enforcing the law.

Being outraged over such corruption and malfeasance is supposed to be somehow unreasonable and regrettable? REALLY?

And with illegal immigration so out-of-control as to make it evident that we barely even still have a southern border at all, what the hell is the least bit out of line about being outraged at resistance to building a wall?

Sorry, Charlie, but I humbly submit that there ought to be one hell of a lot MORE outrage over these things, along with plenty of others. The fact that there AIN’T is what we should be fretting about, such fatalistic nonchalance representing as it does a very real threat to the Republic—whatever’s still left of it, that is.

So where IS the outrage? Why, rat cheer:

What’s dispiriting about the 2018 midterm election is that –- voting by district for the House of Representatives -– a slim majority of Americans voted AGAINST the soaring job numbers, the increasing wages, the restoration of the steel and aluminum and auto industries and the rest of our proud industrial manufacturing base in the process of being restored by the Trump trade miracle (which PROVES the globalists and their house negro, B. Hussein Obama, were lying through their teeth when they said this was impossible, that it would “take a magic wand.”)

Instead, that slim majority of mostly urban “blue” voters clearly, unambiguously voted FOR what today’s Democrat party openly stands for: open borders; “sanctuary cities” with sidewalks full of discarded syringes and human feces; illegal aliens (few of whom understand or embrace our constitutional system of limited government) raping and murdering at will (see Kate Steinle’s murderer, just for starters), said illegals now in the process of being fully normalized, issued drivers’ licenses and allowed to vote…

…and let’s not forget the destruction of the traditional heterosexual American family, its mandatory replacement being “gender fluidity,” in which cross-dressing male rapists and child abusers are literally encouraged to use the little girls’ bathrooms, to fraudulently dominate women’s sports, even to be sent to women’s prisons when convicted for their crimes, based merely on the assertion that “When I woke up this morning and scratched my balls, I decided I wanted to wear a dress and call myself ‘Nicole.’”

Why on earth would anyone vote for all that — and against renewed American pride and prosperity? As Victor Davis Hanson articulates so well, they are surrounded, 24/7, by the droning, shrill and shrieking mass media banging the drum that Trump and all he stands for is/are “racist, sexist, homophobic, the whole basket of deplorables.”

Didn’t we troop to the polls and reject and overrule that absurd and totally unsubstantiated charge, in 2016? If they refuse to accept the results of that election, what do they think our next step will be? Accepting the results of elections, after all, is the consensus way we have agreed to avoid settling our disputes through force of arms. Right?

To survive, pending that test of arms, Trump needs SOME kind of counteroffensive to re-energize his dispirited base. Yes, I know he wants to concentrate on arm-wrestling the Chinese into giving us a better trade deal. I get that. But he can’t let himself be seen as a powerless buffoon, assaulted without consequence from all sides on the domestic front, nibbled to death by weasels and ferrets. We need a counterattack. We need several.

We sure do. And it all begins with outrage—RIGHTEOUS outrage, JUSTIFIED outrage, from the put-upon millions being used as human ATMs to foot the bill for a shitpile of unworkable, destructive Leftist insanity they wholeheartedly oppose. While being insulted and slandered every step of the way, to boot.

Be sure to read all of that last link, gang; it’s a long ‘un, virtually guaranteed to stoke the fires of outrage in all the right places, for all the right reasons.

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Lone (Star) bright spot

Former SEAL and incoming Texas Rep Dan Cranshaw lets ’em have both barrels.

Incoming members of Congress Dan Crenshaw (R-TX), Joe Neguse (D-CO), Chrissy Houlahan (D-PA), and Deb Haaland (D-NM) appeared on CBS’s Face the Nation with moderator Margaret Brennan on Sunday. When the roundtable discussion veered into a gripe session about how dastardly President Trump was “undermining our democracy,” particularly the freedom of the press, Crenshaw — outnumbered four to one — nimbly embarrassed the liberal panelists.

At the beginning of the clip, Neguse, speaking the language of “the Resistance,” declared: “I think some of our freedoms and the principles that we live by have been under attack for the better part of the last two years.”

Asked to respond to Neguse, Crenshaw wanted specifics. “I always ask the question — ‘like what?’ What is he undermining exactly? What democratic freedoms have been undermined? We just had an election where we switched power in the House. Democracy is at work. People are voting in record numbers.”

It’s of a piece with the “Trump is racist” reflex, always taken as a given with no evidence of his having either made a racist statement or committed a racist act ever.

The liberal members of the panel began talking at once, all of them indicating that the president was undermining the free press, among other things.

Crenshaw was ready for that discussion. “Obama indicted — had many press members under investigation,” he pointed out. “Trump has not. So what is the difference here?”

Neguse replied: “Just last week, one of the largest media publications in the United States had to go to a federal court in order to essentially regain access to the press room.”

Crenshaw corrected the Democrat. “That was one reporter — not the whole organization.”

Host Margaret Brennan pointed out that other media organizations had filed amicus briefs in support of CNN.

“That’s right.” Crenshaw agreed. “Because he was disruptive.”

Believe it or not, that isn’t even the best part. See? Even rearguard actions and fighting retreats can have their shining moments. Sure, in the long run these small victories may not change much. But bloodying the bastard Left’s nose is NEVER a waste of time; sometimes, sheer spite is its own reward, and needs no more justification than that.

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Preach it, brother

Oh, how I love this.

A Chicago pastor who asked a man dressed in drag to leave a worship service because he was dressed like a woman stands by his actions after coming under fire.

A Facebook video of the Sunday night encounter shows Antonio Rocquemore of Power House International Ministries asking the unidentified man to step out into the aisle.

“Can you leave my church and go put on man clothes? And don’t come here like that no more,” Rocquemore can be seen telling the man in the video, posted by Christian James Lhuillier.

“i hold a standard in here. Whatever you do on the outside is your business, but I will not let drag queens come in here. If you’re gonna come in here you’re gonna dress like a man.”

People in the crowd cheered and said “Amen” and “thank you Jesus” as Rocquemore addressed the young man.

Then, as predictable as the fucking sunrise, here comes the liberal bullshit.

But Lhuillier posted the video on Monday because he was angered by what he saw. It has been viewed more than 420,000 times.

“Some of y’all are going to have to excuse my language but I am tired of this s**t,” Lhuillier wrote in his post.

“In a place that is supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it why would you destroy someone in front of a room full of people. This is the kind of bulls**t that causes people to go home and commit suicide.

“S**t like this is the reason that the church has no power in 2018 because they are so worried about the wrong things.”

Hardly. If the Christian church truly has no power in 2018, it stems not from “worrying about the wrong things” but from putting up with disrespect, denigration, insult, and attack from the Left with no stronger reaction in its own defense than running out of cheeks to turn.

The good Reverend Rocquemore is right on the beam: this cross-dressing fucktard needs to leave his sexual kinks at home on Sunday instead of bringing them to church—just as I need to, just as you do, just as we all do—be those kinks what they may. The church is no place for that crap, and anyone serious about his/her faith knows it, respects it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I strongly suspect that this episode, like the contrived bake-me-a-gay-wedding-cake-or-else imbroglio, is the precursor to a lawsuit intended to degrade and humiliate everyone not on board with Lefty’s destructive, degenerate agenda, forcing us once again not just to tolerate the bizarre and/or dysfunctional, but to actively celebrate it. Count on it; they’re working a plan here, and they will never stop until either we knuckle under or they are dead, dead, dead.

Rest assured: if by chance this asshole is more or less apolitical (unlikely) and not a conniving Lefty himself, then the people who put him up to this little stunt most assuredly are. Not content to politicize everydamndthing under the sun, they also have to sexualize it all, too. Not because they’re driven by rampant libido, mind, but because it’s just another way of working their tiresome old political wheeze—another arrow in the Progtard quiver, and another aspect of life they just can’t keep their grubby, strangling mitts off of.

Good for the Rev for telling the skeevy weenie-wagger off, and for the supportive flock he shepherds too; nice to know that at least some traditional values survive in Shitcago even yet. I can’t see anyone hearing a whole lot of “God DAMN America” bushwa on Sundays from Rev Rocquemore either, although that’s just a gut assumption and I could be all wet on it.

Bottom line: you wanna attend Sunday worship? You dress appropriately and show the proper decorum in the house of the Lord, then. You wanna put on a freakshow and get your rocks off by drawing attention to yourself, rubbing your warped urges in others’ faces—well, there are plenty of places out there that cater to people like you, places which Normals are perfectly happy to pass by and let be. Stay out of our churches—to adapt a line from the great Larry Brown: take your goober-grabbing on down the road someplace else—lest you walk into the wrong church one fine Sunday and wind up getting way more attention than you figured on, or wanted.

Via Ace, who forgoes the “degenerate” angle to amusingly work the “RAYCISS!™” one instead.

Update! After looking over this story again and thinking on it some more, I failed to mention two more things that frost the hell out of me. One: “…after coming under fire”? Now, we know this phrase is just another of those Enemedia stratagems, like “sources say” or “concerns have been raised” that allow the “journalist” to sneak in his own opinion with a little weight added by the subterfuge. But if the Reverend truly DID “come under fire” by people in his community other than the cross-dressing fruit, the media, and Angry Guy who posted the video—well, that would be another in a long list of recent indicators of just how far gone this nation is.

Two, viz Angry Guy himself: he says a church is “supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it.” Oh, rilly? IS it now. That’s some way sophisticated understanding of liturgical shit there, bub. Especially that “whatever you want to call it.” Why, anyone can see you’ve given the doctrine of this church—of Protestant Christianity itself, in fact—one hell of a lot of Deep Thought, in your own clumsy, semi-literate way.

And here I’d always thought church was a place of worship, a place of repentance, self-denial, and humility—a place of rejection of the mundane and corporeal and embrace of the spiritual, ineffable, and sublime. Above all else, a place of joyful expression of the congregation’s love and devotion to God, of their gratitude for His mercy and forgiveness, of glorifying and praising Him. “A place of CHANGE”? Well, I suppose it actually can be thought of that way as well, superficial and generic as the notion is. But that is by NO means the central focus or purpose of the church.

I have to wonder if this putz had ever even attended services, there or anywhere else, before launching this bullshit campaign to force the Reverend Rocquemore into line with current shitlib canon. If by some chance Angry Guy IS a regular, then I wonder, too, if he usually records the service on video. Myself, I’d bet that he just HAPPENED to show up this one time—on the particular day that the freak put on his provocative little act—and just HAPPENED to record the freak’s ouster and posted it on Fakebook, too. Five will get you ten Angry Guy is MUCH better acquainted with the cross-dresser than he is with the Reverend, or any of his congregants.

Because he’s “tired of this shit,” see. If so, I can wholeheartedly assure him that he is NOT the only one.

I wonder, too, why they didn’t try to spring their little Drag Night shit-stirring extravaganza on a mosque instead of a Christian church. Kinda gives the whole game away right out of the gate, don’t it?

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The monkey in the wrench

Gum up their works.

These people, these communists, these greenies who are communist red on the inside, these foreign citizens, these would-be tyrants and dictators have decided that only their views are important, only they know how to do the right thing and you are either too lazy, stupid or inbred to conceive of their magnificence and brilliance. They know who to choose for a governor, or a mayor, or a representative, or a senator and since you are too stupid to agree with them, they will just have to vote ten times more often to ensure that the right thing is done.

That is exactly how they see you, but those are just the useful idiots, the trolling dupes, the ragtag Antifa leadership, the self-righteous college graduates who actually swallowed the vomit spewed by their communist professors and assistants. They are the elementary, middle school and high school teachers and principals who look down on the poor, confused parents, who are so politically backward, they have to send messages to them on how to behave by their own children, who themselves are victims of this diabolical disease called communism, collectivism, socialism and authoritarianism.

These are the overpaid athletes who laugh at you for wanting them to at least show a modicum of respect for the nation that has taken them out of the gutters and placed them at the highest level of societal status, so they kneel when you want them to stand as an insult to everything patriotic and decent about America. They are the celebrities who have not even a smidgen of understanding of what it takes to get up everyday and go to a job you hate in order to send your child to college. They are the deep state clerks and mid-level Senior Executive Service (SES) employees who have the game so rigged none of you serfs will ever get a hint of the lifestyles you would live if they did not spend every dime you pay in taxes monitoring, recording and using illegal means of surveillance to destroy any hope you have of living a life like theirs. They will regulate you, tax you, use your money to defeat you, to defeat your candidates, offer lies and  defamations to keep you right where you are putting tax dollars in their pockets to hate, despise and some even pity you for the uninformed dolts they believe you are.

They are all communists, they are all traitors, usurpers, criminals, thieves, bullies, tyrants and the real problem is, they laugh about it. They enjoy their evil. They enjoy your pain and fear. It gives them power.

Ask yourself why banks got bailed out, insurance companies got bailed out, investment firms got bailed out, automakers got bailed out, the richest 1% kept all of their money, but not one home loan was forgiven despite the fact that companies that held the mortgages went bankrupt and in some cases no one even understood who actually held the mortgage to these people’s homes and yet they were taken from them when they had paid more than half the balance. These people might have paid $250,000 on a $260,000 loan and because they got laid off when almost every business was struggling to stay alive due to the malfeasance of bankers, stock brokers and mortgage companies, they lost their homes, homes they had spent a lifetime trying to pay off so they could retire on a marginal income. That’s what they think of you, that they can take your life savings and save the banks and they will do it again.

But, the one thing left out in all of this is one simple, undeniable fact that gives you, the individual, power over all of them, total, utter and complete power to overcome your status as a slave to their nefarious plans.

TL spells out exactly what that one thing is, and he has a plan.

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Veterans Day

Fascinating piece on French painter Henri Farré, documentarian of the birth of military aviation.

When World War I broke out, Farré decided to return home to France and do his part. Because of his artistic skills, he was given a rather interesting military commission to depict the war on canvas. While other artists, such as John Singer Sargent, also saw duty recording events like battles and troop movements during World War I, Farré was asked to record the brand new combat sector of military aviation for posterity. It would prove to be what set him apart from all other artists working at the time.

Between 1914 and 1917, Farré traveled to battlefronts and training grounds around France, painting images of aircraft and the men who flew and maintained them. These artistic duties often brought him into great personal peril, such as serving as a gunner at the back of a two-seater airplane, trying to machine-gun a German plane while trying to keep his sketchbook clamped between his knees.

What he saw up in the clouds, as he and his pilot stared at death head-on, often affected him so powerfully that sometimes he would start painting as soon as possible after getting back on the ground, while the colors and light effects he had seen were still fresh in his mind’s eye.

The paintings Farré produced were quite varied, and don’t fit neatly into a single category. Some of the images would not look at all out of place hanging next to a piece by Childe Hassam or Camille Pissarro––all sparkling tones and azure skies. Others are strikingly, violently different, featuring deep blacks and intense flashes of red, green, and yellow, symbolizing things like incendiary bombs or tracer fire. These works exhibit the kind of quick, punctuated, but deliberate brushwork that one sees from Henri Matisse or André Derain.

In 1919, Farré published his memoir of the war, titled after the exhibition and illustrated with a number of his works. He recounted his efforts to get to know (and capture in his art) the men with whom he served, and what aerial combat was really like. It’s an absolute howl of a book, despite its very serious subject matter, because these early flyboys were a riot: tough, smart, and daring, yet sophisticated and nonchalant. Farré was a generation older than they, yet they accepted him as one of their own, because he jumped right into the gung-ho spirit of things with them.

In the book, Farré shares stories of some truly harrowing combat adventures, all the more terrifying when one realizes that there is no cover over the cockpit, no parachute, and no way to survive coming down if you get hit.

No protection from the elements either; I have an old dead-tree biography of Richtofen somewhere around here which has a picture of him suited up beside his famous blood-red DR1 just before a wintertime flight, wearing great bulky furs and cumbersome, elbow-length gloves. I bet he was still damned cold up there even with all that gear on, too. Elsewhere, Aesop wishes his beloved Corps a happy birthday with a picture of the recent MOH ceremony honoring Marine Sgt. Maj. John Canley:

When you look for another service where an 80-year old who retired 30 years ago gets his Medal of Honor, still fits his dress blues, and looks like he could still be on active duty, but don’t find one anywhere else, you’ll know what they mean about “Once A Marine, Always A Marine.”

Heh. S’truth. I’ve known a bunch of Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children over the years, and you could say the same about most of ’em. They may leave the Corps, but the Corps never leaves them.

Oh, and for slope-shouldered pussyboy dumbass Barrack Obama: that’s pronounced “core,” not “corpse,” punk.

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Breaking bad

Claremont’s The American Mind is thinking about Trump.

After almost three years, American progressives and the conservative Never Trumpers are no closer to understanding the man and the political situation he’s helped to create than they ever were. If we wish to make some progress in understanding him and the state of the country, we need to start from a different point of view.

Good character remains more desirable and honorable than bad character—even if bad character does not necessarily make for a bad president, nor good character for a good president. Based on his critics’ account of him, the question about Trump would seem to be, at least from the conservative point of view: how comes such a bad man to do so much good? That is, is it really the case, as the Never Trumpers’ minor premise asserts, that Trump is such a bad man? So bad that it was morally imperative to usher Hillary Clinton to the White House in his stead?

I’m reminded of Winston Churchill’s line about the socialist Stafford Cripps: “He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” The Never Trumpers see no virtues in Trump, and admire none of his vices. The resulting portrait is a caricature, a rough, unrevealing one. No one would ever call him a moral paragon—not even the president himself. But the Trump universe theorized by the Never Trumpers is all dark matter; it doesn’t acknowledge the traits we see with our own eyes, including some admirable vices, but also his distinctive virtues, whether we choose to dislike them or not. The critics seem to prefer an explanation of Trump that is, as the cosmologists say, non-luminous.

Michael Barone’s Hard America, Soft America: Competition vs. Coddling and the Battle for the Nation’s Future (2004) is a short book with a useful distinction that begins to illuminate the phenomenon of Trump. It describes two countries, as it were. “Hard America” is shaped by the marketplace forces of competition and accountability. “Soft America” is the realm of public schools, self-esteem, and government social programs. The latter, according to Barone, produces incompetent and unambitious 18-year-olds, the former hard-charging and adaptable 30-year-olds. Somehow, uneasily, modern America includes both.

Donald Trump considers himself a kind of ambassador from hard America to soft America. Many (not all) of the asperities of his character are related to his career path. He calls himself “a builder,” and America “a nation of builders.” He knows his way around a construction site, and his virtues and vices skew to that hard, brazen, masculine world of getting things built quickly, durably, beautifully if possible, and in any case profitably. He wants to revive hard America’s mines, factories, and building sites, in the face of what he knows is the growing power of its despisers in soft America.

Trump also knows his way around a television studio. The hard reality of being a builder and landlord is combined, in his case, with being a longstanding reality-TV star. If the preceding president cast himself in the role of “no-drama” Obama, the current one plays all-drama-all-the-time Trump. From the beginning his kind of real estate verged on show business. Branding and selling his name, which have constituted the largest part of his business for a while, represented for him another step in the direction of show business. Show business is a business, however, and Trump likes to interpret what might be considered the softer side of his career in the hardest possible terms. He emphasizes numbers—the ratings, the advertising dollars, the size of his crowds. He has survived in several cutthroat industries, and intends to add politics to the list.

Whether in business or in politics, Trump disliked the airs and claims of “experts,” detached from and above the subjects of their experiments. He distrusted their glibness, too. He identified with working men and women, and promised (at least) to add jobs, to boost economic growth, to “win” for pipe-fitters and waitresses, too. He defended their Social Security but blasted the fraud of Obamacare, whereas Romney had scorned the 47%’s “entitlements” but gave Obamacare (based, you may recall, on Romneycare) a pass. Romney lacked perhaps what Kanye West would call “dragon energy.” When in a primary election he had done well among voters without a high school degree, Trump memorably declared, “I love the poorly educated.” You’d never hear Romney, nor any other mainstream Republican, say that!

These are but a few of the character traits that add up to make Trump, love him or hate him, one of our greatest and most accomplished Presidents—after not even two years in office. This is a long but REALLY good article, which serves as a springboard for several AmMind articles also taking a deeper look at Trump—including this one:

It is a testimony to the sanctimonious humorlessness of our elites that they still don’t find Trump funny. He has an undeniable knack for coming up with catchy, biting nicknames. No amount of Red Bull will ever help poor Jeb shed his “Low Energy” moniker. And who can hear Elizabeth Warren’s name and not think of Pocahontas? (Trump didn’t coin that one, but he definitely made it stick).

Though the political value of a sense of humor is considerably underappreciated, it is not, at the end of day, a great virtue. Courage is though. And here Kesler does not fully give Trump his due. He only ascribes to him “a kind of courage in defense of one’s own.” Trump, in fact, is manly. And it is his manliness, more so than his other qualities, his fame or his views that accounts for his popularity and his success — and makes up for his shortcomings and missteps.

Trump’s manliness is not that of a soldier who risks his life in combat or of a general who leads men into battle. In this regard, he is not as manly as his Secretary of Defense General Jim Mattis. Trump’s manliness is that of a man who is not afraid to say out loud what others only whisper and to incur the wrath of the ruling class for doing so. Trump is more manly than Mattis in this regard (and to almost any politician in recent memory, for that matter: if Mitt Romney had displayed half of Trump’s courage in 2012, he probably would have been President).

I don’t think it much matters to anybody whether Trump is “more manly” than Mattis—least of all, probably, to the two of them. In fact, the combination of attributes we used to call “manliness” shouldn’t be placed in some hierarchy according to which is the greater; one is either manly or, increasingly these days, one is not. No, courage on the battlefield isn’t quite the same as the courage required to stare down a powerful opponent across a boardroom table before cutting him to pieces in a hardnosed, high-stakes business negotation. But courage they both certainly are, I’d say, with their own distinct virtues and prospective pitfalls. And both are extremely valuable, and ought to be encouraged rather than denigrated.

We all know what we are not allowed to say in America. Every week brings a reminder of what happens to those who deviate from the accepted script when speaking of any of the Left’s protected identity groups. The state, it is true, does not criminalize hate speech, but public opinion does censor it. Heretics are not imprisoned — they are fired, disgraced and declared untouchable.

Not surprisingly, immigration has been Trump’s signature issue. He not only says what he isn’t supposed to say — “When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best” — he doesn’t back down when the elites unleash their fury against him for saying it. In fact, he usually doubles down — “Mexico is forcing people in that they don’t want, and they want us to take care of those people.”

By challenging the reigning consensus on immigration and not bowing to the pressure to recant, Trump teaches his countrymen a lesson in courage. Americans see in Trump a man willing to take on the elites who scorn them and to not only withstand their attacks but to fight back — often successfully. Trump doesn’t just punch — as he likes to say, he counterpunches.

Okay, enough of the excerpting, although I could easily go on and on with this one too. Just read all of the both of ’em.

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Proud Boys NYC ass-whupping: the REAL story

It’s ugly, all right.

I’ll try to piece together the facts as carefully as I can and to the best of my knowledge:

Shortly after the Metropolitan Republican Club invited former Taki’s Mag contributor Gavin McInnes to speak at an event on Friday, October 12, club representatives say they were besieged by “increasingly contentious phone calls at the Club, coordinated by activist groups on social media” for days demanding the event be canceled.

On the morning of the event, vandals spray-painted the anarchy “A” on the club’s front door, smashed windows, glued locks shot, and damaged a keypad entrance system.

They also left a note that, to a sane person, sounds a touch threatening:

Tonight, we put the Republican Party on notice, in defiance to the policy of mass misery they have championed.

The U.S. government has established concentration camps around the country for Latino people, shamelessly murdering black people, and continues its war machine that has slaughtered Muslim people with impunity for decades.…

While these atrocities persist unabated the Metropolitan Republican Club chose to invite a hipster fascist clown to dance for them, content to revel in their treachery against humanity….

Our attack is merely a beginning. We are not passive, we are not civil, and we will not apologize.

Maybe it’s my reptilian brain speaking here, but when I see groups of people showing up in public with their faces covered and screaming that you should be exterminated, I suspect they may be up to no good.

After Gavin delivered his speech, video shows members of his Proud Boysfraternal order of “Western chauvinists” leaving the club and being escorted away by police who were protecting them from shrieking throngs of predictably PMSing leftists spouting vitriol and threats.

The video proceeds for a little over three minutes as police shunt the Proud Boys away from the howling throngs. Then at some point it shows them suddenly darting down the street. Before you know it, there’s a street fight in front of a storefront.

Separate surveillance video from behind the storefront window shows a group of five masked people clad in black. Then it shows one of those “peaceful protesters” throwing a bottle. Then it shows those faceless “activists” getting swarmed by Proud Boys and beaten into the ground.

As far as I can tell, this was a case of mutual combat where one side lost and then cried foul.

Yep—just like the mewling, gutless, putrid little pukes they are. So far so good, far as I’m concerned; miserable little shits provoke a fight, miserable shits get their asses whupped and run crying from the scene. Read on for the ugly part, which came along in the aftermath and won’t surprise you in the least. The denouement:

Meanwhile, Antifa remains free to send threatening letters and smash windows and throw bottles.

In this sick social-status game over “tolerance,” only one side will be tolerated. In this war for the streets, only one side will be allowed to fight.

For however much longer the authorities can keep a lid on our side, anyway. Then, all of a sudden, what anybody might or might not be “allowed” to do won’t matter in the least. And after that, it REALLY gets ugly.

In a conversation the other day with someone lamenting the seemingly boundless forebearance and tolerance for abuse—to even include physical assault—on our side, I said this: there are basically two things humans won’t sit still for forever. One is hunger; no one, absolutely no one, is going to just sit back and let himself starve to death. The other: no one will put up with being used as a punching bag and a target indefinitely. Sooner or later, even the most tremulously meek schoolkid will get fed up and lash out in some fashion against a bully.

The Antifa fascists think they can go right on getting away with their bullshit. They’ve been encouraged to believe this by the authorities who have shielded them from consequence so far. One way or another, that, too, will not go on forever.

Update! In praise of the Proud Boys:

I was preparing to host a large event on the L.A. Westside for Ann Coulter, where she was going to give a talk and sign copies of her new book, Resistance Is Futile (buy it if you haven’t!). This was to be my first such event in five years. Back when I used to do high-profile conservative events on a regular basis, times were very different. No Trump, no Antifa threat. I never used to break my ass over security. I’d hire a minimum number of security guys, and I used venues that were far from impregnable, because the idea of violent thugs crashing them was not on anyone’s mind. In 2011, I did a large-scale gala right on Hollywood and Vine. Anyone walking down Hollywood Boulevard could have jumped a gate and they’d have been right in our midst. But we never worried about it, and it never happened. Ah, memories.

This time, I chose as impregnable a venue as I could. Second floor, no windows, no street access, only two doors, and underground parking. I asked the L.A. Proud Boys if they would serve as my security for the night, an offer they gladly accepted. The event was going to be completely private, invitation only, with the attendees culled from my personal, vetted mailing list. I was glad the Proud Boys were going to be there, but a week before the event, things took a turn for the bizarre, and all of a sudden the Proud Boys’ presence became far more vital.

My former podcast partner, Edwin Oslan, a self-proclaimed “punk rock right-winger” who moved to L.A. last year from West Bloomfield, Mich., was initially going to assist me on the event. After he cocked up the first task I gave him, I let him go. Bitter and angry, he demanded money from me. He also demanded that a Proud Boys leader pay for his drinks all night at the shindig. He had no rationale for those demands beyond a sense of entitlement. When he was refused, he decided to publicly dox the event, and then he embarked on a weeklong campaign to entice Antifa to violently disrupt the function.

Due to the doxxing, the venue received threats (including bomb threats).

The L.A. Proud Boys stepped up in a way that went beyond my expectations. Marshaling a force of almost forty men, they kept us, and the venue, safe—at the doors, inside the room, inside the garage, and at the perimeter. They were as discreet and professional as the highest-paid security guys I’d ever hired…and they didn’t ask for a penny. Far from being a band of “thugs,” they were disciplined, coolheaded, vigilant, and friendly. I cannot say enough good things about them. They saved the day. In fact, at the start of her speech, Ann remarked that she’d never felt safer in California.

That’s why the left is so committed to destroying the Proud Boys. They are our anti-Antifa, and we need them. Without them, who knows what might have happened at the Coulter event?

Truth is, I was caught off guard by Edwin’s behavior. I knew him for a year and a half, and I missed the warning signs that he was one of those guys who might pop off. But the Proud Boys saw it. Several months prior to my event and Edwin’s campaign to disrupt it, he’d tried to join the Proud Boys, and the L.A. Proud Boys leader smelled a rat immediately. This cycles back to my point about knowing there can be nutcases in our midst, and learning how to guard against them.

I slipped up this time, and I was saved by the Proud Boys. My personal debt to them is immense, and that’s the note I want to end on. As the left targets them for annihilation, the Proud Boys deserve support from all of us. Because one day, any one of us might need their help…to guard against our foes, or even one of our own.

Say what you will about ’em, but I’m all for the Proud Boys myself. They didn’t come along a moment too soon, and whatever you might think of Gavin McInnes he’s done good work with this, and my hat is off to him for it.

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“We are all Proud Boys now”

And not a moment too soon, either.

“Our attack is merely the beginning,” Antifa’s terror manifesto read after they led a premeditated and well-coordinated assault on our Metropolitan Republican Club in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. They hoped we would cancel a scheduled event the next night with founder of the Proud Boys Gavin McInnes as a result of their violent outburst. They were wrong.

It is not easy to be a Republican in New York City, but our ragtag group does the best we can to fight for conservative values in the belly of the beast. Earlier this week, we refused to back down in the face of extreme oppositiony from the leftist mob. Those of us who have been in the fight since at least the 2016 Trump campaign have seen our fellow patriots demonized, ambushed, insulted, defamed, beaten, and robbed of their livelihood. From our experience, we know that to acquiesce to their ultimatums and threats is to surrender. We stood defiantly in the face of those anti-American terrorists in the street, and welcomed Gavin McInnes to our event as he held a rubber sword to honor legendary Japanese anti-socialist Otoya Yamaguchi.

The leftist terrorists shouting unoriginal slogans in the streets were enraged that we exercised our 1st Amendment rights. Despite all their threats, the event proceeded, largely thanks to the great work of New York’s Finest. They guarded the doors even while chanting Antifa berated them as “Pigs” and “Fascists.”

After leaving the event, a colleague and I witnessed a right-leaning independent journalist being assaulted and mugged by multiple masked Antifa thugs who did not want their likenesses revealed to the greater public. We saved the man from a vicious mob beating from Antifa, who called me a “Nazi” despite my being Jewish and having family who died in Europe during the Holocaust. These Neo-Brownshirts even attacked the man’s girlfriend, showing that these enemies of America will stoop to any depth in order to shut their opposition down, all under the guise of “Fighting Fascism.” 

After meeting with the police to give a statement on what I saw, I was confident that justice would be served. I could have never imagined what was next to come. A complete inversion of reality was widely reported by the press, who seized upon the incident to fabricate an “October Surprise” to damage the GOP’s chances for November’s midterm elections. Top Democratic officials, including the New York governor, New York City public advocate, and the attorney general all badmouthed the Proud Boys publicly and called for their prosecution for defending their rights and engaging in self-defense during other incidents that night. Antifa assailants are referred to simply as “protestors” while a multiracial and multiethnic group of Proud Boys are defamed as “White Nationalists” in the press, being simultaneously “doxxed” by the online wing of the Antifa mob. Now, the feeding frenzy has started. Our stand for freedom against leftist terror has been completely spun. Out-of-context quotes from Gavin McInnes are being used to paint him as a right-wing militant leader when he in all actuality he just runs a patriotic fraternal group who like America and beer. Antifa’s acts of terror and manifesto promising more violence were glossed over completely in nearly all reports.

This is what makes Antifa so dangerous. It is not their fighting skills, which are subpar at best, but it is their immense establishment support. These people would be laughable otherwise, but they operate with near impunity due to supporting the establishment’s values of open borders, globalist socialism, censorship, social degeneracy, and limitless centralized power. There is an organized network of leftist lawyers who will defend these terrorists free of charge, and countless deep state apparatchiks working as judges, journalists, law enforcement officials, university administrators, and federal bureaucrats who regularly abuse their power to protect these unabashedly violent activists. This is a far worse problem than Antifa merely getting payoffs from Soros and other far-left oligarchs through their shady non-profit networks.

Read all of it—and at long last acknowledge fully and without flinching that we are in fact already at war with the TWANLOC mob…and that all the desperate wishes for “civility” and “dialogue” will not and cannot alter that, or deflect it, or defer it, or make it go away. Which essential truth necessitates a new category, in honor both of Breitbart, who coined the phrase, and the Proud Boys, who are breathing new life into it in defiance of the both the thug Left and the mewling cucks who moan about their righteous actions: FUCK YOU, WAR!

Update! It might be a little OT, but in poking around to find a link explaining the origins of Breitbart’s immortal line, I ran across some other good stuff and felt it was worth adding into the mix. Such as this, from a speech to a Massachusetts Tea Party group:

I must say, in my non-strategic… ‘cuz I’m under attack all the time, if you see it on Twitter. The [unclear] call me gay, it’s just, they’re vicious, there are death threats, and everything. And so, there are times where I’m not thinking as clearly as I should, and in those unclear moments, I always think to myself, ‘Fire the first shot.’

Bring it on. Because I know who’s on our side. They can only win a rhetorical and propaganda war. They cannot win. We outnumber them in this country, and we have the guns. [laughter] I’m not kidding. They talk a mean game, but they will not cross that line because they know what they’re dealing with.

And I have people who come up to me in the military, major named people in the military, who grab me and they go, ‘Thank you for what you’re doing, we’ve got your back.’

They understand that. These are the unspoken things we know, they know. They know who’s on their side, they’ve got Janeane Garofalo, we are freaked out by that. When push comes to shove, they know who’s on our side. They are the bullies on the playground, and they’re starting to realize, what if we were to fight back, what if we were to slap back?

There’s just a part of me that wants them to walk over that line.

And so they have, in spades. This next is from a pretty decent Slate article shortly after Andrew’s untimely death, written by Dave Weigel, of all people:

Every time they upload a story or tweet, Breitbart.com’s editors are answering a question: How do you keep this stuff going without your star? Can you keep getting on CNN and Fox and the Drudge Report? Does your inbox keep filling up with tips and video scoops? How do you replace Andrew Breitbart?

You really don’t. Breitbart’s death was commemorated by memorials in L.A., New York, and—twice—in D.C. The admiring bloggers who put on the first D.C. memorial went on to start the Breitbart Scholarship. Ideally, board members like James O’Keefe will use it to dole out cash for enterprising student journalists.

The second D.C. memorial, which I attended last night, was held at the Newseum in a theater a few steps away from a giant slab of the Berlin Wall. Four members of Congress gave speeches paying tribute.

“I don’t know anyone who can, with clarity, articulate the left and what they’ve done over the last 100 years,” said Rep. Steve King, an Iowa Republican, after the memorial. “I didn’t think I was the only one who understood it, but when I read his book, I realized—wow, he really understood it. Marcuse, the Frankfurt School, all of that.”

The tribute ended with a short video tribute by the makers of the upcoming documentary Hating Breitbart. The #war hashtag started with their original trailer. It ends with Breitbart closing a long rant with, “Fuck you,” staring at the camera for a few seconds, then saying, “War” like he was trying to spook somebody out of the hiccups.

“We didn’t even push that hashtag,” said Andrew Marcus, the director of the documentary. He rattled off some of the other Breitbart memes that have spread since the Web pioneer died. “IAmBreitbart, BreitbartIsHere, the posters—that’s all organic. Nobody’s planning that.”

I don’t think Breitbart’s importance to the consolidation and crystallization of Fed Up Americans into a movement working to reclaim and restore America That Was can be overstated. A reformed Leftist himself (his disgust with the Clarence Thomas hearings is what finally drove him from Progressivism’s cold, choking embrace, ironically enough), he was one of the first high-profile figures on the Right to lose patience with the moribund GOPe’s politics of appeasement and perpetual defeat and unabashedly, aggressively punch back at the Left instead. He was bold, indomitable, and effective. He was a wholly serious, dedicated man, but he also managed to maintain his sense of humor and a casual, almost flippant attitude about his own role in the struggle to right our shipwrecked country.

Regrettably, Weigel is right: you don’t replace a Breitbart. He’s far from forgotten, and his fingerprints are all over the Trump Revolution and its string of welcome, overdue victories. He was the right man at the right time, and that’s a fact. But we could certainly use him now, maybe more than ever. He is sorely missed.

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Unhittable

Neo swings for the fences, jacks it out of the park.

During the primaries, Trump’s Republican opponents never quite figured out how to wrestle this particular alligator. In the time since he’s been president, some of the Republican NeverTrumpers are still going at it and failing, although most have given up the agon and praised him, albeit sometimes reluctantly. Now it’s the Democrats who are engaged in a struggle with this strange opponent, continually thinking “Gotcha!!” and continually being bested.

Which brings me to another metaphor, appropriate for this time of year: Trump as knuckleballer. The knuckleball pitcher confounds batters with the zaniness of the ball’s behavior once it leaves his hand. It doesn’t require extreme force but it’s not an easy pitch to throw and it’s a very difficult one to control. But it can make ordinarily good hitters look bad; they often just can’t figure out what’s going on, and they end up looking silly when they swing at a knuckler.

I think she’s onto something here. As the lady says, the knuckleball is very damned difficult to master, and at any given time there aren’t very many pitchers in the Bigs using it. My dad could throw one, as it happens, and I remember as a kid him trying to teach me to do it and getting absolutely nowhere with it. But the ones that CAN throw one…well, how would YOU like to try hitting this?




No wonder the Dems have gone bugfuck nuts, eh? If you were accustomed your whole career to underhand-slowpitch gravy balls, and then one day found yourself having to flail the bat around at this stuff instead, you’d flip your lid too.

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Two kinds of power

An astute take on the situation.

Clinton, who is still smarting over winning the popular vote and losing the Electoral College vote (the only vote that matters — for now), has spent the better part of two years trying to delegitimize the 2016 election. Her voters — the sort who scream helplessly at the sky in protest — have been pumping each other up, grasping for any and all justifications for their “resistance” to the “authoritarian regime” now occupying the White House.

It’s not enough to say Republicans and Democrats differ on policy or even disagree on first principles. According to the true believers, the other party is in the business of destruction. We used to believe in a democratic republic, we put “ballots over bullets.” Today, votes are the equivalent of violence.

It was remarkable to hear the Democratic Party’s 2016 presidential nominee effectively endorse that point of view. No civility is possible until Democrats win.

Why such rhetoric? Why now? Truth is, it’s been a long time coming.

Antonio García Martínez, an author and contributor to Wired magazine, summed up the landscape perfectly in a tweet: “The Right is angry because they have near-total political power, but little cultural power. The Left is angry because they have near-total cultural power, but little political power. Each covets what the other has and feels is rightfully theirs.”

Underneath it all is a deep and seething resentment that’s palpable, but also a feeling of powerlessness. Why can’t they understand? That’s what all the screaming on Kavanaugh was about on Capitol Hill. That’s why the screaming continues today.

How much worse could it get? Plenty.

It’s a fairly short distance from a gaggle of protesters screaming at a senator and his wife in a tony Washington, D.C. restaurant to shooting a senator whose vote “put our lives at risk.”

We’ve seen it before. We saw it in the 19th century before the Civil War, when a pro-slavery Democrat nearly beat an abolitionist Republican to death with his cane on the Senate floor. We saw it in the early 1970s, when there were more than 1,900 bombings in 18 months targeting police and military installations.

Whether or not Kavanaugh’s confirmation rallies Democrats or Republicans to the polls on Nov. 6 doesn’t really matter. A narrow Democratic majority in the House resolves little. Politically and culturally, we’ll remain as divided as ever.

An inescapable state of affairs, given that the divide is a direct and inevitable result of the eternal conflict between liberty and tyranny, between (at least somewhat) Constitutional government and despotism. Those are the sides, and you can only pick one, with no possible way to split the difference, compromise, or bridge the gap. He’s right to say that “…a narrow Democratic majority in the House resolves little.” No one election could do it. In fact, it may well turn out that the dispute can’t be resolved via elections at all. But in the end, it WILL be resolved—one way or another.

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How it’s done

Street justice served, fresh and piping hot.

Members of the far-right men’s group “Proud Boys” beat up at least three protesters Friday in the streets of Manhattan after an event Friday night. The members of the pro-Trump organization that the Southern Poverty Law Center identifies as a hate group had gathered at the Metropolitan Republican Club on the Upper East Side to hear a speech by the group’s founder, Gavin McInnes. Minutes after they left the event, some 30 members of the group took part in the beating, which allegedly began when three anti-fascist protesters knocked a “Make America Great Again” hat off the head of a Proud Boy member.

Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit, AntiFa fascist. But if you make a bonehead move with ill intent, prepare to tote the full-load ass-whuppin’, just like you deserve. The New Rule, a la Schichter, is: what goes around comes around. In full measure, with a quickness.

Videos posted on social media show the violence that included apparent members of Proud Boys beating protesters while shouting “faggot” and “cocksucker.” None of the Proud Boys were detained for the attacks although three anti-fascist protesters were arrested. Police accused the protesters of attacking a 30-year-old man who was leaving the rally.

Two journalists who were at the scene, Sandi Bachom and Shay Horse, talked to the HuffPost and described how the “confrontation turned into a mob assault” with Proud Boys vastly outnumbering the protesters. “They turned it into a pummeling,” Horse said. “This was three people on the ground and people just kicking the shit out of them.” After the attacks, the Proud Boys members posed for a photo while flashing “white power” hand signs, according to a photo posted on Twitter. “I haven’t seen a fight that violent in a long time,” Horse tweeted.

Good. I hope they got their sorry asses beaten half to death, and will be walking with a limp, jumping at loud noises, and peeing through a tube into a bag for life. The only unsatisfying part of this feel-good story is that there weren’t more Lefty oxygen thieves present to take their dose along with these three simps.

“The proud boys were totally ready and willing to be violent tonight. They didn’t even wear masks.” Members of the group also reportedly shouted “I like beer” repeatedly, a clear reference to what Justice Brett Kavanaugh said during his confirmation hearings.

Heh. You go, ‘Boys. If there’s gotta be blood in the street, I’d much rather it be theirs.

The Proud Boys are a sterling example to us all, clearly ready to take care of business at the slightest provocation from fascist pussyfarts and deal out the right stuff in response, rather than curling into a fetal ball and whimpering about “civility” or some such.

In their faces. Twice as hard. “You must condemn the right-wing violence,” sniffs Leftiecakes? Yeah, go fuck yourself with a splintery, rotten 2×4. Cuck nancyboys, too, can snivel and whine right alongside their libtard leash-holders about how just awfully awfully awful it all is; Proud Boys don’t give a shit what they think either. Me, I fucking love it.

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Civility? No!

Go big or go home.

Ms Ford was not a “credible” witness. Rather the opposite, in fact. Read the report by Rachel Mitchell, the Deputy County Attorney brought in to question the accuser so that the GOP members of the Judiciary Committee wouldn’t look all mean and white and old and Republican. Unlike Trump, Ms Mitchell is benign, pleasant and unthreatening, but her conclusions are devastating to Ms Ford:

In the legal context, here is my bottom line: a ‘he said, she said’ case is incredibly difficult to prove. But this case is even weaker than that.

It goes on from there. Ms Mitchell seems very nice and reasonable, and, for that very reason, she’s already forgotten and not one in a hundred thousand Americans has read her report. To defer to Ms Ford’s frankly incredible “credibility” is to do what Republicans always do – play defense, on terms framed by their opponents, and on the tiny cramped bit of turf permitted by the media. The President understands instinctively that that’s a recipe for losing.

Not all “conservatives” grasp that. I wrote for The Spectator in London for many years and loved it, and I have also enjoyed its recent Australian edition. But its new American branch office is a more fitful and unsatisfactory affair. Their take on Kavanaugh:

Kavanaugh is almost through — but at what cost to the Republicans?

The rage that is percolating in America will be exploited by the Democrats as they point to Kavanaugh’s presence on the court as a permanent blot on the judiciary.

Hmm. This blogger, meanwhile, is having some sport with those NeverTrumpers who turned a favorite line of the President’s supporters (“But he fights!”) into a sneer. I regret to find my old National Review comrade Jonah Goldberg is among them. I understand there are those who like what Trump does but deplore his personal style – but the personal style is essential. What the Democrats did this last month was outrageous, and to be polite and house-trained about it is to ensure it will happen again and again, and worse and worse.

I seem to remember some minor, eminently forgettable political figure or other making a remark some years back about the inadvisability of bringing a knife to a gunfight. It was about the only thing he ever got right.

I’m just gonna come right out and say it: Trump is nothing short of a damned genius, possessed of absolutely unerring and masterful political instincts. The bit I heard from Limbaugh earlier ought to be proof enough for anybody:

Donald Trump — and, by the way, a lot of people think Susan Collins was the turning point. No. Susan Collins was not the turning point. Susan Collins’ speech didn’t change any votes, but she did something far more important. The votes were already cast by the time she gave her speech on Friday afternoon. She did something far more important than that, which we’ll discuss as the program unfolds.

Now, what turned this was Trump. Trump in his rally where he was accused of “mocking” Dr. Ford. He didn’t mock Dr. Ford. He didn’t imitate her. He didn’t make fun of her. He simply repeated the truth of her testimony! She doesn’t know who, what, when, where, why, she doesn’t know how, she doesn’t know when, she didn’t know where it happened, what floor, second floor, what room, she didn’t know any of that. The reason that was important is because nobody that reads the Drive-By Media knew any of that.

In the hearings, Christine Ford’s assertions were not challenged. So in the broad-based media coverage of the hearings, the fallacies and the unprovable allegations in her testimony were never brought up. So the average Joe Blow out there never knew that she couldn’t identify where with it happened, when it happened, how she got home, who took her home, what happened afterwards. She couldn’t even identify the year or the month.

They didn’t know this. They didn’t know that everybody she placed in the room failed to corroborate what she said. The average Joe Blow reading the average Drive-By Media didn’t know that until Donald Trump pointed it out. That was the turning point, and that’s why the media turned on Trump for this for mocking her because Trump gave up the ghost. Trump spilled the beans on what they were trying to hide in the rest of the Drive-By Media. And it was a turning point for public opinion. Make no mistake about that.

Donald Trump was on with Judge Jeanine Saturday night after his rally, and she asked him why he did that — why did he call out the fallacy of her testimony — and this is what the president said…

THE PRESIDENT: There were a lot of things happening that weren’t correct, they weren’t true, and there are a lot of things that were left unsaid. And I thought I had to even the playing field, ’cause it was very unfair to Judge — now I can, you know, very nicely say Justice — Kavanaugh. It was a very unfair situation. So I evened the playing field. Once I did that, it started to sail through. He was treated very, very unfairly.

Both Rush and Trump are right on the beam with this analysis, and you know it. Trump’s unequivocal expression of support for Kavanaugh in the strongest of terms—at precisely the right moment in the whole disgusting shitshow, too—not only inspired confidence enough in Kavanaugh to stick with it, but stiffened the spines of normally squishy GOPers like Collins and Graham as well.

In Graham’s case, the absence of the restraining hand of John “Judas” McCain shouldn’t be discounted, either; Graham has remained fiery and defiant since, and will hopefully continue on in the same laudable vein, bless his heart. It’s a measure of just how much damage the “Maverick” really did to the nation over the course of his too-lengthy career, and of how profoundly grateful we all ought to be that he’s gone at last.

Trump, Kavanaugh, Collins, and the rest all deserve plenty of credit, right enough. But in the end, the loudest huzzahs have to go the President. This is what real leadership looks like, folks. Hopefully there are a lot of rising young Republicans watching carefully and taking notes.

Update! John Nolte, in the course of an excellent piece totting up the winners and losers, says this:

Simply put, with this, his second Supreme Court Justice, Trump has secured his presidential legacy. The dream of a 5-4 conservative court is as old as I am, and only Trump could have ensured this, because Trump is the only Republican president who would have ever had the courage to not sacrifice Kavanaugh in the hopes of getting someone else approved before the midterm elections.

President Trump showed enormous character where no one else would have.

Let me repeat that word… Character.

Indeed. You listening, NeverTrumpTards? You better be…for your own sakes.

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Fight…or lose

Clear, concise, to the point…and one hundred percent true.

This is a lesson that should be tattooed on the forehead of every GOP politician. We are in these fights to win. You don’t win by standing there and letting the other guy punch you, hoping that his knuckles break before he knocks you out. You have to punch back. If we are to stop this tsunami of last-minute allegations in critical nominations, we must raise the cost of entry to the point where only allegations that have documentary evidence are allowed to be heard. I don’t care what Ford says happened. I don’t care what Ramirez says happened. I don’t care what Swetnick says happened. Put up or shut up.

The secondary lesson was for future presidents. GOP senators and a lot of Trump’s advisers were both risk averse and were very much out of sync with the mood of the GOP base. That is a given for all administrations. If you are willing to fight until the last dog is dead for your nominees, you can win. If you show the slightest indecision or weakness, then your nominee is dead and the base stops caring. And when the base stops caring, the House and the Senate stop caring as well.

The essential truth of this covers a hell of a lot more ground than just Court nominations, too.

(Via Bill)

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TOO MUCH WINNING!

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

In a pig’s eye.

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

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

Good quote from…uhh, Mitch McConnell?

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

Another excellent Yertle quote, via Ed:

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

Heh. And then there’s this:


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

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

And: keep ’em coming.

Update! SUCK IT, SHITLIBS.

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Copped from Ace.

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Advise and consent

Damned good advice if you ask me.

There is no office where a person can go to get back his or her good name after a lifetime of effort and achievement is destroyed in a moment by unsubstantiated accusations. But under our system of justice there is a place where an individual can go to seek redress and accountability for accusations that destroy reputation. Judge Kavanaugh, you have spent much of your adult life there – that place is a court of law. Because you are a sitting member of the federal judiciary and may yet be a justice on the United States Supreme Court, you may be disinclined to be a litigant in civil defamation lawsuits. If these are your feelings, I urge you to reconsider.

As you well know, the law provides that republishers of unsubstantiated, false accusations are liable for such accusations even when initially made by others if they republish those accusations with a reckless disregard for truth or falsity. Since at least 1896, our courts have recognized the legal maxim that “talebearers are as bad as talemakers” in the eyes of the law.

Your list is long. NBC, MSNBC, CNN, The New York Times, USA Today, The New Yorker, and the parade of individuals of all stripes who cannot resist the lure of the bright lights and cameras to echo and validate your accusers in the media. And to restore some public faith in our profession, include on your list a lawyer named Michael Avenatti, who has abused and demeaned you and our system of justice for personal publicity, fame, and fortune.

The members of this list, and many others, have demonstrated considerably more than the requisite degree of recklessness in promoting their agendas by accusing you. Their constant republications of unsubstantiated accusations have and will adversely impact your life – and the lives of your family members – for generations. Sue them all.

If we brought the code duello back, that would put an end to one hell of a lot of this, if not all.

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Bombs away

Hearty congrats to Schlichter.

We’re in the middle of a non-kinetic civil war between the Normals who built, feed, and defend this country and an elite that can’t – or worse, won’t – even stop hobos from defiling our sidewalks. We face a decision point – what next? Either we get even more militant – Trump was a symptom, not the cause – or our useless ruling class, which hates our guts, is going to stamps its Birkenstocks into our faces forever.

Today, my new book Militant Normals: How Regular Americans Are Rebelling Against the Elite to Reclaim Our Democracy drops like one of those napalm air strikes honesty advocate and war hero Dick Blumenthal called in on Charlie in ‘Nam, except my book is an actual thing. Built on many of the themes, ideas, and vicious catchphrases I’ve developed here at Townhall, Militant Normals is an uncensored 288-page manifesto on how we Normals are fighting back against our myriad enemies: Bitter feminist crones, self-hating beta males, radical race hustlers, socialist hipsters with stupid tatts, goose-steeping SJWs, media potatoheads and – perhaps most loathsome – the cruise-shilling Fredocon geebos of Conservative, Inc., who yearn to be stuffed back in their comfortable gimp boxes to await their liberal masters’ summons.

Ahoy, Flake-loving losers, iceberg right ahead! Yeah, if you think George Will is an awesome voice of True Conservatism™, you may wanna pick up Stormy Daniels’s autobiography instead. It drops the same day, but I’m confident we appeal to different demographics. Mine is the story of people like us fighting for our rights, not a travelogue chronicling interesting genitals I’ve met on my life journey from pole to pole.

And there’s more – why Elite experts aren’t experts, why Conservative, Inc., is all about the “Inc.” and not about the “Conservative,” and why you got Trump.

The bottom line: The Elite got Trump for its sins. And it’s got a lot of sins.

Our soft civil war is raging, and Militant Normals seeks to answer the question, “Where do we go from here?” Spoiler: Go to a gun store just in case, because the Elite’s antics are going to get a whole lot worse before they get better.

Safe bet.

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Backfire of historic proportions

Wow. I’m…just…wow.

During Supreme Court nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation hearing on Thursday, Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.) launched into a fiery speech, chiding both Democrats and Republicans for their conduct in this debate on allegations of sexual assault against him.

“If you wanted an FBI investigation, you could have come to us,” Graham declared, turning to the Democrats. “What you want to do is destroy this guy’s life, hold this seat open, and hope you win in 2020. You’ve said that, not me.”

“When you see [Supreme Court Justices] Sotomayor and Kagan, say hello because I voted for them. I’d never do to them what you’ve done to this guy,” Graham added. “This is the most unethical sham since I’ve been in politics and if you really wanted to know the truth, you sure as hell wouldn’t have done what you’ve done to this guy.”

“Are you a gang rapist?” he asked Kavanaugh. The judge responded, “No.”

“I cannot imagine what you and your family have gone through,” Graham added. “Boy, you all want power,” he said to the Democrats. “God, I hope you never get it. I hope the American people can see through this sham, that you new about it and you held it.”

“You had no intention of protecting Dr. Ford. None,” the senator declared. “She’s as much of a victim as you are,” he said, turning back to Kavanaugh.

“God, I hate to say it because these have been my friends, but let me tell you, when it comes to this, if you’re looking for a fair process, you came to the wrong town at the wrong time, my friend.”

“This is going to destroy the ability of good people to come forward because of this crap,” Graham declared. “You have interacted with professional women all your life, not one accusation. You’re supposed to be Bill Cosby when you’re a junior and senior in high school. And all of a sudden you got over it.”

“To my Republican colleagues, if you vote no, you’re legitimizing the most despicable thing I have seen in my time in politics,” Graham said. To the Democrats again, “You want this seat, I hope you never get it.”

To Kavanaugh, Graham said, “I hope you’re on the Supreme Court. That’s exactly where you should be. And I hope the American people will see through this charade. And I wish you well. I intend to vote for you, and I hope everybody who’s fair-minded will.”

White House Press Secretary Sarah Huckabee Sanders praised Graham. “[Lindsey Graham] has more decency and courage than every Democrat member of the committee combined. God bless him,” she tweeted.

He damned sure does. The Democrat-Socialist response to this richly-deserved tongue-lashing?

Somebody working from a House of Representatives office is editing the Wikipedia pages of Republican senators to post what looks like their home addresses.

Sens. Lindsey Graham of South Carolina and both Mike Lee and Orrin Hatch of Utah all had their home addresses posted online. It is called doxxing, and it is despicable.

The current Supreme Court skirmish has become particularly nasty. The Left has taken as fact that Judge Brett Kavanaugh is a serial sexual predator without corroborating evidence. The Left has tried to blackmail Sen. Susan Collins, R-Maine. And now someone on the Left is going after the families because of the politics of Republican senators.

Yeah, tell me again all about how we can live peaceably alongside such filthy scum as this. But it would seem that perhaps the Left’s usual vile tactics might not be working out as they hoped this time:

Reports: Manchin, Collins, Murkowski, Donnelly will support.

BOB CORKER: I’LL VOTE TO CONFIRM KAVANAUGH.

Okay, I did NOT see ANY of that coming. Not by a long yard, I didn’t. I repeat: wow.

I’ve had to eat crow a time or two (ahem) in my life. This time around, as I said the other day, I’m going to truly enjoy it. Because if—against all odds and contra my previous prediction—the Democrat-Socialist sewer-crawlers end up righteously punished for this revolting spectacle with a Kavanaugh confirmation backed up by a total blowout in November, that crow is going to be indescribably delicious. I promise to savor every bite.

Update! Jeff Lord lays the blame at the correct feet:

Look. Bluntly put? Enough of this. Enough.

As said in this space the other day, the Senate judicial confirmation process is corrupt. Utterly bankrupt. This began with the hearing for Reagan nominee Robert Bork and has steadily gone downhill ever since.

Why? Because the American Left is not about the Constitution much less simple basic human decency. The party of President John F. Kennedy, one of my childhood heroes, is hell and gone from JFK’s stirring inaugural call to “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

What we have been seeing the last few days is a political party and the American Left that it represents that is no longer about the honor and respect for public service that JFK championed. Rather it is now a party and movement for which no smear is too great, no lie too big in a totalitarian-style drive to obtain permanent power over the American people.

By their despicable behavior in this hearing for Judge Kavanaugh, Democrats have made their own conduct the central issue of the 2018 campaign — not to mention the 2020 campaign that looms beyond. They have no principles or ideas to campaign on. Their core belief is that they have a God-given right to raw power and privilege. And to challenge them is to invite the politics of personal destruction now visited on Judge Kavanaugh. And they wonder why Donald Trump was elected? Really?

What has been on display here in this confirmation process is nothing less than a disgusting disgrace.

Judge Kavanaugh has emerged a hero after all of this. And ditto with Senator Lindsey Graham.

If the Manchin/Donnelly/Murkowski/Collins/Corker switch holds up, this will have been a truly historic day—the day on which some long-overdue chickens finally came home to roost.

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Pearls before swine

Best. UN. Speech. EVER.

In less than two years, my administration has accomplished more than almost any administration in the history of our country.

America’s — so true. [Laughter] Didn’t expect that reaction, but that’s okay. [Laughter and applause.]

America’s economy is booming like never before. Since my election, we’ve added $10 trillion in wealth. The stock market is at an all-time high in history, and jobless claims are at a 50-year low. African American, Hispanic American, and Asian American unemployment have all achieved their lowest levels ever recorded. We’ve added more than 4 million new jobs, including half a million manufacturing jobs.

Each of us here today is the emissary of a distinct culture, a rich history, and a people bound together by ties of memory, tradition, and the values that make our homelands like nowhere else on Earth.

That is why America will always choose independence and cooperation over global governance, control, and domination.

I honor the right of every nation in this room to pursue its own customs, beliefs, and traditions. The United States will not tell you how to live or work or worship. We only ask that you honor our sovereignty in return.

In June, I traveled to Singapore to meet face to face with North Korea’s leader, Chairman Kim Jong Un. We had highly productive conversations and meetings, and we agreed that it was in both countries’ interest to pursue the denuclearization of the Korean Peninsula. Since that meeting, we have already seen a number of encouraging measures that few could have imagined only a short time ago.

The missiles and rockets are no longer flying in every direction. Nuclear testing has stopped. Some military facilities are already being dismantled. Our hostages have been released. And as promised, the remains of our fallen heroes are being returned home to lay at rest in American soil.

I would like to thank Chairman Kim for his courage and for the steps he has taken, though much work remains to be done. The sanctions will stay in place until denuclearization occurs.

I spoke before this body last year and warned that the U.N. Human Rights Council had become a grave embarrassment to this institution, shielding egregious human rights abusers while bashing America and its many friends.

Our Ambassador to the United Nations, Nikki Haley, laid out a clear agenda for reform, but despite reported and repeated warnings, no action at all was taken. So the United States took the only responsible course: We withdrew from the Human Rights Council, and we will not return until real reform is enacted.

For similar reasons, the United States will provide no support in recognition to the International Criminal Court. As far as America is concerned, the ICC has no jurisdiction, no legitimacy, and no authority. The ICC claims near-universal jurisdiction over the citizens of every country, violating all principles of justice, fairness, and due process. We will never surrender America’s sovereignty to an unelected, unaccountable, global bureaucracy.

America is governed by Americans. We reject the ideology of globalism, and we embrace the doctrine of patriotism.

Currently, we are witnessing a human tragedy, as an example, in Venezuela. More than 2 million people have fled the anguish inflicted by the socialist Maduro regime and its Cuban sponsors.

Not long ago, Venezuela was one of the richest countries on Earth. Today, socialism has bankrupted the oil-rich nation and driven its people into abject poverty.

Virtually everywhere socialism or communism has been tried, it has produced suffering, corruption, and decay. Socialism’s thirst for power leads to expansion, incursion, and oppression. All nations of the world should resist socialism and the misery that it brings to everyone.

In that spirit, we ask the nations gathered here to join us in calling for the restoration of democracy in Venezuela. Today, we are announcing additional sanctions against the repressive regime, targeting Maduro’s inner circle and close advisors.

The United States is the world’s largest giver in the world, by far, of foreign aid. But few give anything to us. That is why we are taking a hard look at U.S. foreign assistance. That will be headed up by Secretary of State Mike Pompeo. We will examine what is working, what is not working, and whether the countries who receive our dollars and our protection also have our interests at heart.

Moving forward, we are only going to give foreign aid to those who respect us and, frankly, are our friends. And we expect other countries to pay their fair share for the cost of their defense.

Lots more to it, every last syllable pure gold: inspiring, passionate, impeccably reasoned, plainspoken and direct, uplifting—sincere, confident, and unabashed. Makes Obama’s grotesquely-overpraised maundering, hollow flapdoodle look like the hapless floundering of a schoolboy. Which, y’know, is exactly what it was. It’s easy to see why shitlibs hate Trump so much, innit?

Bravo, Mr President, and well done.

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True American hero

Meet Sabo.

Los Angeles
It’s not much to look at from the outside, a dingy apartment building in a downwardly mobile stretch of burglar bars, psychics, and coin laundries. When asked the name of the neighborhood, one inhabitant classifies it as “no place in the middle of every place.”

It’s not much better on the inside. The guy I have come to see answers the door of his cheerless one-bedroom shirtless, in camo shorts and Chucks, while pulling on a white polo in order to appear less feral. He’s not a down-on-his-luck porn producer, though he used to work in the industry. He’s not some middle-aged gangbanger, though he could pass for one: solidly built with his name tattooed on his knuckles and a branding-iron mark singed into his chest. He is Sabo, America’s preeminent right-wing guerrilla street artist.

This sounds impressive. Yet being the Banksy or the Shep Fairey of the right is not a high pile to climb. It’s a bit like being the foremost reggae singer at the Grand Ole Opry or the premier scuba outfitter in the Kalahari. There’s not a lot of competition.

In this most liberal of cities (where even unaffiliated voters outnumber registered Republicans) and out of these modest digs, Sabo runs a one-man torture emporium. His victims include everyone from lefty politicians and Big Tech overlords to smug celebrities who never cease to subject us to the hot blasts of their virtue-signaling.

When inspiration strikes, Sabo might hijack a billboard, as he did last year with one advertising the film The Greatest Showman. It featured the actress Zendaya on a trapeze, and Sabo added a smirking Al Franken behind her with his lechy come-hither hands outstretched. Or he might crank out cheeky T-shirts with the letters “DOU” next to a picture of Che’s face.

The fashionable hypocrisy of the left drives Sabo bonkers, which explains the “F— Tibet” sign in his living room. It’s not that he doesn’t feel for the Dalai Lama’s oppressed people. But he’ll see some L.A. fashionista in a Mao shirt hauling a Free Tibet tote bag, “And I’m like, ‘You realize the reason Tibet needs to be freed is because of the f—ing Communists?’ These are the idiots I have to deal with.”

We all do, buddy, we all do. Read every word of it; as WRSA says, it’s good stuff. His apartment sounds like one hell of a fun place to hang out:

From the moment you step inside Sabo’s place, you get the sense that artistic violence is committed here. Amidst the skateboards and racks of spray-paint that adorn the hovel of this 50-year-old man-child, there’s a tattered Koran, which serves as his doorstop. It’s missing pages, since he’s used a few when out of toilet paper. If a visitor didn’t get the point that he’s not a fan of Islam, one wall also features Beyoncé in a burka.

Next to the coffin-sized printer that cranks out the posters that he plasters all over Los Angeles, there’s a wall-sized depiction of Elizabeth Warren in a Pocahontas headdress. There’s also the Hillary Clinton Wizard of Oz-style flying monkey campaign placard (with which he blanketed Brentwood before one of Hillary’s deep-pockets presidential fundraisers) and the tin of “Planned Parenthood Baby Dick Sausages by Vienna” (his nod to the unborn, though he’s ambivalently pro-choice).

Sabo’s also pro gay-marriage. But just when you think he’s going bleeding-heart on you, his bathroom door features the traditional ladies’ room silhouette of a woman, but from under her skirt is protruding, like a turtle head from a shell, a man’s unit. The bathroom is marked neither “Men” nor “Women,” but rather “It.” Though Sabo hastens to add that with their high rates of attempted suicide, he has nothing against “trannies.” “I hurt for them in a good way…just don’t try and tell me that it’s normal.”

Then there’s the MAGAphone—a megaphone inscribed with Donald Trump’s favorite acronym, as well as “Eat Shit Commie” around the horn. 

This is a fascinating, well-written warts-and-all bio of a fascinating young man who’s led a fascinating, rough and tumble life. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned the introduction from Sabo’s website before here, but it bears repeating:

Bush the Younger was elected President and the claws came out in Hollywood. I lost my friends along with a great deal of peace. It was not a good time to be a Republican in Hollywood. There was no place I could go where I wasn’t punched in the face by some sort of art defining who I was for being a Republican. Evil, Bigotted, Homophobic, Out of Touch, Rich, Greedy, on and on. And then I snapped. Why was the Left allowed to define me and where are the dissenting voices from the Right setting the record straight? Creatively speaking, no one.

I believe the Right has a great message, sadly the only people telling it are those on the Left and they do a damn fine job making us look like ass holes and what do Republicans do about it, NOT A DAMN THING!!! Fuck it! I guess it’s just going to have to be me, I thought. My aim as an artist is to be as dirty, ground level, and mean as any Liberal artist out there, more so if I can. Use their tactics, their methods, appeal to their audience, the young, urban, street urchins with a message they never hear in a style they own. My name is SABO, I’m an UNSAVORYAGENT.

We need all of ’em we can get, now more than ever. Okay, okay, one more excerpt, which I just love:

Sabo became a tank crewman, from which he derives his handle. A “sabot” is a type of armor-piercing round—“pretty much a bullet for a tank.” The Call of Duty nerds like to test him on this, claiming, Sabo says while imitating their pedantic whine, that it “isn’t the round, it’s one of the things that cup the round.” Disgusted, he adds: “I’m like, ‘Bitch, I only slept on one for four years. Shut up. I used sabot rounds as a goddamned pillow.’ ” He doesn’t let his real name out there, since antifa types would chronically harass him, possibly worse, and he doesn’t need any help in the paranoia department: “I wouldn’t be surprised if celebrities have witches trying to f— me with spells. Sometimes when I do [a job], I get really sick.”

It was in the Corps that Sabo became a drunk. Everyone was a two-fister. “They literally had Coke machines filled with beer.” He never saw combat, but there was plenty of fighting. “When I got into a bar fight, the whole bar fought,” he says, suppressing a grin. He was once slam-dancing at a bar, and some Navy killjoy said, “Dude, you spilled my drink.”

Sabo responded, “Dude, it’s a slam-dance song.”

“It’s Barry Manilow,” said his rival.

Heh. Now if THAT doesn’t convince you of how much you’ll enjoy reading this one, I don’t know what would. It’s in an unlikely spot—the Weekly Standard (!)—so naturally the interviewer works in the obligatory NeverTrumpTard complaints. Sabo, himself no Trump fan early on, responds with piercing insight and admirable ferocity (“…he’s ‘kicking the teeth in’ of everyone who needs their teeth kicked in…’How can I say it, dude?’ he goes on about people like me criticizing Trump while still enjoying the spoils of his Supreme Court picks, his pushback on the thought police, and his promoting of America instead of apologizing for it. ‘It’s like grow the f— up'”), and he’s right on the button.

Do I even have to say “read it all” again? No. No, I do not.

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Declassify all the things!

It’s clobberin’ time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Right again, winning again

The “right of return” is at long, long last rightly killed off.

President Trump appears to have undertaken a revolution in Middle Eastern diplomacy. Reportedly, the United States will eliminate refugee status for the descendants of Palestinian refugees of 1948, the only group of people anywhere in the world to inherit refugee status. The U.S. also reportedly will eliminate funding for UNRWA, the only UN agency dedicated to a single group of refugees, namely the Palestinian Arabs.

This is long overdue. The 1948 War led to one of the many exchanges of populations during the 20th century — 1.5 million Greeks were expelled from Turkey and 1 million Turks expelled from Greece in 1923, for example. After World War II, 12 million Germans were expelled from the Czech Republic, Poland, and other parts of Eastern Europe, many of whom had lived there for centuries. Millions of Hindus and Muslims moved across the border when Pakistan separated from India upon independence in 1947. None of the transferred populations are treated as refugees, except for the Palestinians.

Roughly equal numbers of Arabs and Jews were displaced as Arab states expelled Jewish populations that in some cases, e.g. Iraq, had lived there for 2,500 years, long before the Arabs. The young Jewish state absorbed almost a million Jewish refugees from Muslim countries while the displaced Arabs were kept in permanent refugee status as a bargaining chip. “Right of return” simply meant Muslim refusal to accept the existence of a Jewish state. The so-called peace process in the Middle East always has failed due to the asymmetry of demands: as the Israeli cartoon Dry Bones put it, land for peace means the Arabs want land and the Jews want peace. As long as the Western nations humored the Arab delusion that the Jewish state could be eliminated, the Arab side had no incentive to negotiate. The Arab side refused to accept its defeat in 1948. It is the loser who decides when the war is over, and the message from Washington is, “You lost. Deal with it.”

I wonder what my never-Trump conservative Jewish friends and ex-friends will say now. I say, “God bless Donald J. Trump.”

I’ll put a big, fat “ditto” to that. There are people out there commenting on blogs—this one included, I cringe to admit—whose anti-Israel and sometimes even pro-Muslim arguments amount to nothing more than the same tired rabid, irrational Joo!-hate no matter how much they may try to hide it behind those cute little alt-right “[[[[brackets]]]]” and such. I have no use for it. Anyone trying to argue is NOT our only true ally in the Middle East, or that the State of Israel can be compared unfavorably to any Muslim shitrapy you care to name, can blow it right out their ass for all me.

All the Paleosimians ever had to do was accept Israel’s right to exist and they could have had peace anytime they wanted it. They’ve been given money, land, and even freedom and secure homes within Israel itself, to no avail. Their filthy, savage lust for genocide and death has never yet been driven out of them. Let them continue to pay the price for it, for all I care, unless and until they decide they’re ready to renounce their age-old primitivism and bigotry and join the civilized world at last.

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Just another damned Drunkocrat-Socialist

One of Ace’s Moron Horde unleashes an amusing comment about Ted Cruz’s opponent, Beto “Blotto” O’Rourke, having been pinched for crashing his car while drunk as a boiled owl, then trying to flee the scene.

Old take: Beto is so dreamy, why he’s almost a Kennedy!
New take: Wait, fleeing a drunk driving accident and using his connections to get out of trouble? O’Rourke my ass, he IS a Kennedy.

Heh. Meanwhile, Ace also notes that Trump has his own plans for an assist in the Texas Senate race:

I will be doing a major rally for Senator Ted Cruz in October. I’m picking the biggest stadium in Texas we can find. As you know, Ted has my complete and total Endorsement. His opponent is a disaster for Texas — weak on Second Amendment, Crime, Borders, Military, and Vets!

Good on ya, Mr President—and good on Cruz too, for a righteous two-barrel blast of double-ought truth right into smarmy Democrat-Socialist faces:



Tom Knighton picks it up from there:

The O’Rourke supporter let the mask slip. He had no problem responding that the anti-gunners will want to come and take our guns away because we know that deep down, that’s the end game. That’s the goal.

Luckily, this is in Texas. I don’t care what the polls say about how close the race is; I don’t see a rabid liberal like O’Rourke winning against someone like Ted Cruz. In part, it’s because O’Rourke and people like this guy want the guns. They want them all, and they won’t be happy until they get them all.

That’s not Texas. Texas is a state deep in the heart of gun country. While some anti-gunners undoubtedly live there and like living there, the majority of the state supports the right to keep and bear arms, as a matter of heritage if nothing else.

Cruz’s response was perfect. He’s right that it summed up the campaign perfectly. That’s what this campaign season is really about. The Democrats have gone full-on gun control with their candidates. They expect to retake Congress, then take away our guns to some degree. Then they’ll start working to take more of our gun rights away, inch by inch.

They most certainly will. They will never, ever stop, either, until the RKBA is a long-gone memory. At this point, desperately hanging onto our ever-dwindling God-given rights is what EVERY election season is all about, really. Ted Cruz was no more than telling the simple truth about these statist, liberty-hating assholes…which is the most damaging thing anyone can ever do to them short of killing them outright.

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THAT’S how you do it

Fixing the unfixable.

On July 1, the New York Times ran a long article by Ellen Barry and Martin Selsoe Sorensen headlined “In Denmark, Harsh New Laws for Immigrant ‘Ghettos.’” How harsh? Henceforth, starting at the age of one, children living in designated “ghettos” – in other words, “low-income and heavily Muslim enclaves” – have to spend at least 25 hours a week receiving instruction in Danish values, “including the traditions of Christmas and Easter, and Danish language.” Parents who refuse to obey may lose their welfare payments.

Given the proven failure (over decades) of innumerable Muslim immigrants in Denmark to learn Danish, find jobs, and otherwise integrate into Danish society – not to mention the tendency of young people who’ve grown up in those “enclaves” to join gangs, commit violence, and express open hostility to native Danes and their culture – these laws sound eminently reasonable. In fact, anyone aware of the scale of the problem might well pronounce them tame and insufficient. But not the Times. Barry and Sorensen describe the new laws not as a responsible attempt to prevent the kind of social and economic collapse looming in next-door Sweden, and to preserve a free, safe, and solvent Denmark for future generations of ethnic Danes and the descendants of immigrants, but rather as a “tough” and “sinister” expression of the Danish government’s “ire.”

One law that the Times writers single out for disdain “would impose a four-year prison sentence on immigrant parents who force their children to make extended visits to their country of origin…in that way damaging their ‘schooling, language and well-being.’” Barry and Sorensen plainly find this law unspeakably severe. One wonders if they know what they’re talking about. The fact is that countless Muslim parents in Europe send their kids “back home” for years at a time – it’s called “dumping” – so that they can attend Koran schools, soak up Islamic codes of conduct, and (most important) be shielded from such abhorrent Western phenomena as individual liberty and sexual equality.

As it happens, this practice has been studied extensively. It represents a profound danger to the children involved – girls especially – as well as to the Western countries to which they eventually return. In her 2001 book But the Greatest of These Is Freedom: The Consequences of Immigration in Europe (2011), Hege Storhaug of Norway’s Human Rights Service explained that “girls are sent abroad so that they won’t be able to live on equal terms with males and enjoy the right to choose their own spouses”; some of them, moreover, “are sent abroad at puberty to be prepared for marriage – to be prepared, that is, to be good wives who live up to the demands and standards set by men in their families’ homeland.” Is a four-year prison sentence too tough a penalty for parents who do such things to their children? No, especially when you consider that Danish prisons could be mistaken for luxury hotels while the madrassas in which these people enroll their kids look like, well, prisons – and the marriages (usually cousin marriages) into which those girls end up being forced are, in all but name, prison sentences.

Barry and Sorensen interviewed two critics of the new laws – a pair of Muslim sisters whom they depict as model citizens and describe as being fluent in Danish (but who are also, bemusingly, on welfare). “Danish politics is just about Muslims now,” one of the sisters complained. “I don’t know when they will be satisfied with us.” Gee, maybe when you stop bleeding the Danish treasury dry? Maybe when the 30,000 or so members of your “community” across Europe who belong to Islamic terrorist cells stop plotting murderous mayhem? Sister #2 griped that “her daughter was being taught so much about Christmas in kindergarten that she came home begging for presents from Santa Claus.” Sounds like a salutary change from what’s happening elsewhere in Western Europe, where, as part of nefarious propaganda campaigns, non-Muslim kids are routinely taken on school trips to mosques, shown how to put on a hijab, and taught to recite the shahada – all of which the Times and newspapers like it routinely celebrate. “Nobody should tell me,” Sister #2 added, “whether or how my daughter should go to preschool….I’d rather lose my benefits than submit to force.” Fine. Get a job.

Heh. Tell ’em, Daniel.

It’s a sad, telling indicator of how far into supine, cringing defenselessness multi-culti “liberalism” has dragged the West that anybody would regard this move as anything but a perfectly reasonable attempt at preserving their own country and culture from those actively trying to destroy it. We, and the Danes, can only hope it isn’t already too late. Greenfield has plenty more, of which you’ll want to read the all.

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“I’ve got a lot to say, but nothing to you”

Britain reluctantly springs a political prisoner from the gulag.



The hope of the British authorities that this “troublesome priest” would be murdered in prison remains thankfully unfulfilled. Ace throws a little water on the celebration by noting that Robinson’s reprieve is likely temporary:

Ezra Lavant says the world is a little freer today, but is it? The governments now in open revolt against their own people have made their point — defy us, and we will send men with guns to throw you in jail and maybe get murdered.

I think that message will be heard much louder than the message that they freed Tommy Robinson after unjustly imprisoning him.

And this isn’t necessarily the end of it: While the contempt charge was tossed out for judicial errors, the state may, and likely will, seek to re-try him. Robinson is only out on bail awaiting this new trial. He hasn’t been declared innocent, nor have the underlying charges been declared null and void.

True as that no doubt is, in blighted Old Blighty these days you have to enjoy what small victories you get. I’m glad Robinson is out, and I’m glad that he’s okay for now. He’s one of the good guys, and I wish him nothing but the best.

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When men were men, and America was still America

Antidote to the bitter cynicism of my last post.

Lewis Puller, nicknamed “Chesty” because of his perfect posture and the fact that his torso somewhat resembled a full-size beer keg full of lead bricks, raw muscle and horse steroids, was a hard-as-shit motherfucker who is almost universally-recognized as the most badass dude to ever wear the uniform of the United States Marine Corps.  Not bad, considering that being revered as the pinnacle of toughness by the USMC is kind of like being King of the Vikings or the toughest Klingon to ever set foot on the planet Kronos.  In his thirty-seven years of service to the Corps, Puller would rise through the ranks from Private to General, kick more asses than Juan Valdez on an insane bender, and become the most decorated Marine in American history.

Born in the small town of West Point, Virginia, Puller grew up hunting, fishing, armwrestling black bears and reading about military history.  He enrolled in the prestigious Virginia Military Academy in 1917, but dropped out after a year to enlist in the Marines, mostly because he didn’t want to fuck around reading books about kicking sack when he could be out there booting it himself.  He was commissioned as a Lieutenant in the Marine Corps Reserves, but was placed on the inactive list ten days after his enlistment (WWI was winding down, and the government was scaling the military back).  Since nothing was going to stand between Chesty Puller and his mad desire to shoot motherfuckers in the eye, Puller re-enlisted in the Corps, this time going in as a lowly Private.  After thirteen weeks of running eighty miles a day, climbing sheer cliff faces with his bare hands, and crawling under barbed wire while pissed-off Drill Instructors whacked him over the head with rusty medieval polearms and belted forth a constant stream of compound profanities vile enough to make the baby Jesus cry, Puller was shipped out to kick asses in Haiti.

Puller’s mission was to maintain order in Haiti by killing endless hordes of Caco Rebels bent on the violent overthrow of the U.S.-sponsored Haitian government.  Over the course of five years, Chesty fought in over forty engagements against these rebels, where he gained valuable experience in small-unit tactics, jungle warfare, and ripping his enemies’ hearts out through their ribcages with his bare hands.  His toughness and badassitude earned him rapid promotions, and by the time he was shipped out to Nicaragua in 1930 he was already a commissioned Lieutenant.  Er… again.

As the commander of the 1st Battalion, 7th Marines, Puller’s men were tasked with making an amphibious assault near the Matanikau River on the sunny Pacific resort island of Guadalcanal and staking out a critical strategic Margarita stand.  Two companies of the 1/7 hit the beaches, and almost immediately ran into a force of Japanese regular infantry much larger and more well-prepared than anything the Marines were expecting to face there.  The invasion force was cut-off and surrounded by an enemy counter attack, and Puller quickly realized that he had to get his boys out of there before they were cut to pieces.  Another group of Marines tried to break through the Japanese flank and reach the stranded men, but the enemy resistance was too strong and they were too well-fortified to be displaced.  The commander of the operation told Puller that it was hopeless, and that those Marines were lost.  Well Chesty Fucking Puller never resigned defeat for any reason.  He slammed his fist down on the table and immediately stormed out of camp toward the beach, where he flagged down a U.S. Destroyer that happened to be sailing off the coast.  Despite having absolutely no authority to do so, Puller boarded the vessel and immediately began organizing a second amphibious assault aimed at breaking through the Japanese lines.  From the deck of the ship he directed the Destroyer to fire everything they had at the enemy fortifications.  The shelling, coupled with the second landing, punched through the enemy blockade and cleared a path for the stranded Marines to escape.  One week after this defeat, Puller and his men would return to the mouth of the Matanikau River and obliterate all Japanese opposition in the sector, probably with their bare hands.

During that same campaign, Puller would once again prove his brass-ballsitude by going above and beyond the call of duty in the name of kicking every ass he could find.  On the night of 24 October 1942, 700 men of the 1/7 were positioned in a thin, mile-long line, defending an American airfield that was critical for the success of the Guadalcanal operation.  They suddenly came under an intense onslaught from the seasoned men of the Japanese 17th Army, who came charging full-speed at the U.S. positions.  For over three hours in the middle of the night, Chesty Puller ran up and down the U.S. lines directing his men and giving orders to his company commanders.  When the smoke cleared the next morning, the hard-fighting men of the 1st Marines had killed 1,400 of the enemy and captured seventeen trucks loaded with weapons and PlayStations while sustaining fewer than 70 casualties.  Before he would leave Guadalcanal, Puller would be shot twice by snipers and hit once with shrapnel from an exploding mortar round, but none of that bullshit would slow him down because he had well over 200 hit points thanks to his 18 Constitution score and the fact that he was a Level 15 Marine Commander.  Shit, fucking Admiral Yamamoto himself could have swooped in on a giant fucking red dragon that breathed fire right in Puller’s fucking face and Chesty would have just casually dusted himself off, broken the dragon’s neck, and hurled the Admiral into an active volcano.

With Puller, “badass” doesn’t even begin to cover it, as evidenced by the quote that closes the article:

“Where the Hell do you put the bayonet?”

– Chesty Puller, on first seeing a flamethrower

Heh. Just imagine Puller back home in the States as a retired Reservist called up to help quell an Antifa riot. San Fran’s fecal-pile problem would worsen by several orders of magnitude the moment those masked punks got a load of the lightning bolts of contempt and disgust emanating from Chesty’s eyes on his first gander at the cowardly fucking pussies.

It would be all too easy to say that they just don’t make ’em like Puller anymore, but A) I’m fortunate enough to count a good few SEALs, Rangers, and Marines—both former- and active-duty—among my circle of friends and close acquaintances, not one of which is in any way bereft of bad-assitude, and B) they only ever made just the one of him anyway. God rest him.

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