Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

The identity transaction

Haven’t looked in on Eric Raymond in a while. I have been remiss.

There was a very silly news story recently about “Claire”, a transsexual “girl” with a penis who complains that she is rejected by straight guys for ‘having male parts’. Er, how was “she” expecting anything different? By trying to get dates with heterosexual teenage boys using a female presentation, she was making an offer that there is about her person the sort of sexual parts said boys want to play with. Since “she” does not in fact have a vagina, this offer was fraudulent and there’s no wonder the boys rejected it.

More to the point, why is this “girl” treated as anything but a mental case? Leaving aside the entire question of how real transgenderism is as a neuropsychological phenomenon, “she” clearly suffers from a pretty serious disconnect with observable reality. In particular, those delusions about teenage boys…

I can anticipate several objections to this transactional account of identity. One is that is cruel and illiberal to reject an offer of “I claim identity X” if the person claiming feels that identity strongly enough. This is essentially the position of those journalists from The Hill.

To which I can only reply: you can feel an identity as a programmer as strongly as you want, but if you can’t either already sling code or are visibly working hard on repairing that deficiency, you simply don’t make the nut. Cruelty doesn’t enter into this; if I assent to your claim I assist your self-deceit, and if I repeat it I assist you in misleading or defrauding others.

It is pretty easy to see how this same analysis applies to “misgendering” people with the “wrong” pronouns. People who use the term “misgender” generally follow up with claims about the subject’s autonomy and feelings. Which is well enough, but such considerations do not justify being complicit in the deceit of others any more than they do with respect to “I am a programmer”.

A related objection is that I have stolen the concept of “identity” by transactionalizing it. That is, true “identity” is necessarily grounded not in public performance but private feelings – you are what you feel, and it’s somehow the responsibility of the rest of the world to keep up.

But…if I’m a delusional psychotic who feels I’m Napoleon, is it the world’s responsibility to keep up? If I, an overweight clumsy shortish white guy, feel that I’m a tall agile black guy under the skin, are you obligated to choose me to play basketball? Or, instead, are you justified in predicting that I can’t jump?

You can’t base “identity” on a person’s private self-beliefs and expect sane behavior to emerge any more than you can invite everyone to speak private languages and expect communication to happen.

The self-contradictory madness of Progressivism has reached its end-stages. There really isn’t a whole lot further for it to go, and it needs to be put out of its—and our—misery, before it can do any more damage.


The latest imagined, nonexistent “right”

And trust me, it’s a doozy.

Vice, known lately for covering super serious news, published a 2,000-word probethis week by Meredith Talusan, a writer who doesn’t identify as either a man or a woman. The central existential question: “Why can’t my famous nonconforming friends get laid?”

Talusan describes the friends in question, Jacob Tobia and Alok Vaid-Menon, both outspoken activists with tens of thousands of followers.

Neither has undergone hormone treatment, so they have “visible body hair that marks them as more obviously trans.” Both have a five-o’clock shadow, high heels and lipstick, and “they” as a pronoun.

It turns out, Talusan says, that while the LGBT community is increasingly accepting of people with such specific and niche professed identities… no one really wants to bed them.

Go look at the pictures. Go on, I dare you. The conclusion of the article is hilarious:

From Talusan’s perspective, the fact that no one wants to sleep with Tobia and Vaid-Menon is a sign of injustice. “Jacob and Alok don’t need more claps or raised hands, more YASSSS’s or SLAY’s,” the article concludes. “What they need is to be found deeply, undeniably f*ckable.”

That’s right: Vice is now pushing pity f*cks for social justice.

They obviously are NOT “deeply, undeniably fuckable.” If they were, they wouldn’t have to be whining about not getting laid. What they actually are is spoiled, overindulged, mentally unbalanced freaks. And honestly? Neither of these two is even particularly good-looking, freakishness aside.

But there’s no laying the freakishness aside. What this is akin to is putting on a clown suit, makeup, a big red nose, a frightwig, and big floppy shoes, walking around town, and then complaining when people point and laugh and call you a clown. Ace points out another big problem here:

I ask this a lot but I’ll ask it again: If it’s fair game for George Stephanopolous to ask Mitt Romney, out of nowhere, whether he’d ban contraception– that is, to ask a Republican about an idea he’d never suggested, just to put him in the position of being associated with a fringe sort of position and also having to distance himself from a fringe sort of position that may be held by some of his potential voters — why is George Stephanopolous not asking prominent Democrats if they agree with the proposition that being “tolerant” of gay and/or trans people means that straight people should be willing to date them?

If we get asked such wedge issue questions about difficult, embarrassing, wedge-issue sexual topics, why the hell shouldn’t Claire McCaskill and Elizabeth Warren and Lord God King Barack Obama be asked if “Love Trumps Hate” means that straight people should repress their own “Born This Way” Sexuality and do some gay dating?

Oh, they’d never dream of it. They already had trouble enough dragging the country along for the gay marriage circus; if they think the Progtards are in trouble politically now, just let questions like that start getting asked on Good Morning America or the Today Show and see how Middle America reacts. The “liberal” media, firmly in the pockets of the Democrat Socialist Party, would never even contemplate doing something so prospectively harmful to their lords, masters, and partners in crime. Sure, they’d be happy enough to establish a double standard for Republicans and hound them about it if they thought it would get them anywhere, but who could possibly be surprised in the least by that, at this stage of the game?

Look, I’m willing enough to concede that gay people can’t really help who and what they are, that they don’t choose their sexuality; they’ve always been a part of the human parade, and always will be, and I’m not interested in persecuting them or harming them in any way. I have a handful of gay friends myself, and they’re great people, and I don’t bear them the least ill will.

But they have always done me the courtesy of acknowledging that I didn’t really choose my sexuality either—that it’s every bit as indelible a part of my makeup as their same-sex attraction is for them. As for “doing a little gay dating”, or bedding either of the two tragic psychological trainwrecks in the article: um, sorry, fellas, but…no. Not ever. Not interested, not under any circumstances. I really don’t care what you get up to among yourselves, it ain’t none of my business. But if the next step in societal evolution regarding gay rights is to insist that straight people MUST be willing to consider romantic and sexual relationships with their own gender—that we are somehow harming gays or are less “evolved” or “woke” because we aren’t interested in any such thing—well, you guys are going to find yourselves in for some pretty rough sledding. And if you think it’s a great idea to somehow push for legislation along those lines to force us into it (and as outrageous and absurd as it sounds, you already know somebody is going to, very soon now), well, that’s when your troubles will REALLY begin.

Trust me on this. Seriously, you guys.


Putting their money where their mouths are

Ordinary, mainstream, perfectly typical Democrat Socialist lunatic responds to the Democrat Socialists’ violent and eliminationist hate speech.

GOP House Majority Whip Steve Scalise is in a stable condition after a rabid left-wing activist named James Hodgkinso, 66, opened fire upon the house republican baseball team during practice Wednesday morning.

James T. Hodgkinson was a former campaign volunteer for Bernie Sanders. After asking if those practicing were Democrats or Republicans, he opened fire on players with a high powered rifle from the third base dugout (Eugene Simpson Stadium Park in Alexandria, Virginia) The group was taking grounders and practicing batting at around 7.00am.


Michigan Rep. Mike Bishop described how one man – thought to be part of Scalise’s Capitol Police protection detail – stood his ground to return fire as the congressmen and at least one of their children dove for cover in a dugout and Scalise dragged himself across the field after being hit, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

He told CBS Detroit: ‘As we were standing here this morning, a gunman walked up to the fence line and just began to shoot. I was standing at home plate and he was in the third base line. He had a rifle that was clearly meant for the job of taking people out, multiple casualties, and he had several rounds and magazines that he kept unloading and reloading.’

He said: ‘The only reason why any of us walked out of this thing, by the grace of God, one of the folks here had a weapon to fire back and give us a moment to find cover.’

‘We were inside the backstop and if we didn’t have that cover by a brave person who stood up and took a shot themselves, we would not have gotten out of there and every one of us would have been hit — every single one of us.

Anyone still wondering why the Democrat Socialists have always been so keen on disarming real Americans via unconstitutional gun bans and confiscation? Well, now you know: so we can’t defend ourselves when one of their own is gunning us down in cold blood for the crime of disagreeing with them, and electing someone they don’t approve of. And did someone mention the Democrat Socialist climate of hate? Why, yes. Yes, I sure as fuck did.

If the rhetoric of high profile Democrats is to be believed, GOP policies are the biggest killers of Americans next to heart disease, obesity, and cancer.

In May, New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio said an Obamacare reform bill Republicans have advanced would kill people.

“It is not an overstatement to say that some children will die because of this,” de Blasio said.

De Blasio wasn’t alone in his dire warnings over Republican efforts to fix Obamacare.

“This will cost American lives if it ever becomes law! This will mean death, pain, and suffering,” said Sen. Cory Booker (D-N.J.).

“They are threatening devastation in the lives of America’s families,” insisted House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.). “This is deadly. This is deadly.”

“People are going to die if this bill that got passed yesterday ever became law. I’m going to lose a lot of folks. People are going to die!” claimed Virginia Governor Terry McAuliffe.

“Thousands of Americans would die,” echoed Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.).

“There’s no question that people will not only lose their health care, but many will lose their lives,” claimed Rep. Debbie Wasserman Schultz (D-Fla.).

“It’s essentially producing policies are gonna kill people. We’re essentially going to be killing Peter to make sure that Paul gets his tax cut,” claimed Rep. Ruben Gallego (D-Ariz.).

The liberal media have been just as hyperbolic on the supposedly lethal threat of GOP efforts to repair the nation’s health care system.

“The GOP Is Trying to Kill You,” claimed a January headline in “In These Times” magazine.

“The ‘pro-life’ party has become the party of death: New research on why Republicans hate poor and sick people,” said Salon.

“The House Passed a Health Care Bill That Will Kill People” declared the left-wing organization Media Matters for America.

And that was just the health care bill. To hear the Democrats tell it, the GOP’s welfare policies are driven by a murderous hatred of the poor; its immigration policies, by a murderous hatred of Latinos; its religious freedom and privacy policies, by a murderous hatred of gay and transgendered people; and its support for law enforcement, by a murderous hatred of black Americans.

Even this voluminous list is by no means comprehensive; it’s barely a drop in the bucket, and there are many more examples at the link. In truth, there are examples of it everywhere you care to look, the whole country has been inundated with them. After having been marinated in this vileness for decades now, the real questions are: how could this murderous Democrat Socialist NOT act on it? What took him so long? And why aren’t more like him stepping up to do the “right” thing, the “moral” thing, in accordance with the twisted depravity of the Democrat Socialist worldview?

Elsewhere, Hindraker fumbles:

As a general rule, it is foolish to pay attention to a “shooter’s” purported ideology.

Uh huh. Because in a shooting motivated purely by ideology, nobody should ever take the ideology into account. Y’know, like we insist on doing with the jihadis.

John gets back on track pretty quick, though. Mostly.

Most of them are just nuts. Maybe that is the case here too, although Mr. Hodgkinson (age 66) is not a typical, 20s-loner mass murderer. But for what it’s worth, Mr. Hodgkinson apparently is, or was until today, a perfect exemplar of liberalism; of progressivism; of the Democratic Party.

He was today, too, and will be tomorrow and the next day and the next, from now until Doomsday. No qualifier necessary, or desirable.

Make no mistake here: the Democrat Socialist Party, and especially its “mainstream” media cheering squad, has planted a gnarled, ugly, wholly grotesque tree in this nation, one whose fruit is entirely toxic but whose roots are buried deep within the shriveled souls of the Progressivist Left. They’ve nurtured it, they’ve watered it, they’ve cultivated it. And today it bore its bitter fruit.

They made their choices long ago. May they have joy of them at long last, and that right soon. For certain values of “joy,” that is.


Trump looses blood-dimmed tide!

Alternate headline: “Trump murders world!” Or howzabout, most accurately: “Trump refuses to do further damage to American economy by keeping US committed to silly-assed, non-binding wealth-redistribution scheme that won’t do one damned thing about Climate Change (formerly Global Warming, formerly Global Cooling, formerly “the weather”), which we don’t have the ability to much affect anyway.”

Either way, the center cannot hold. Surely some revelation is at hand. The worst are damned sure full of passionate intensity, no denying that. Among other things.

The Paris climate accord is a largely symbolic gesture that even supporters acknowledge lacks enforcement mechanisms and, even if successful, will have a statistically insignificant impact on the climate.

Reuters reports that U.S. carbon emissions will fall over the next decade — regardless of whether America remains in COP21 treaty.

Nevertheless, the news that Trump is officially withdrawing America from the accord has brought on a level of hyperbole that is almost … anti-science in its sheer disproportionality.

Here are the 14 most unhinged reactions to Trump’s decision thus far. 

They’re all absolute classics of unhinged libtard hysteria, but this one might be my favorite:

10. Al Gore released a statement that included the bold claim that “Trump’s decision is profoundly in conflict with what the majority of Americans want from our president”—this despite the fact that as a candidate Trump repeatedly promised to do exactly this and won soundly in November.

Ahh, good old Albert “Arnold The Pig” Algore, otherwise known as “Frosty” Gore, the guy who could make it snow in the Sahara simply by showing up there.

Update! Schlichter, still on a roll:

It was an undeniably awesome week when measured by the only metric that truly matters, the amount of pain inflicted upon liberals. Now, we are not sadists; we don’t delight in watching liberals suffer because their suffering itself makes us happy (Okay, it makes us a little happy). Rather, liberals’ misery is an important teaching aid that might succeed in instructing them in the folly of their poisonous, ridiculous ideology, since reason doesn’t work. And they had better learn and change their dangerous course before we all end up here.

Also, some sanctimonious jerks who pretend to be conservative humiliated themselves again, and that’s always fun.

The big event was when President Trump did something that has caused the liberal elite and the conservative Wormtongue contingent to wet their collective Underoos. He chose democracy, science, and normal Americans over the elitist twits of the pagan climate cult.

Horrors! An American president choosing Pittsburgh over Paris – Oh, well, I never!

I’d be happy to just cut and paste the whole thing, but…well, just go read it. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did. It isn’t entirely about the Paris horseshit, but it’s close enough to be included as an update to this post, I think.

There are several columnists out there who, after their initial early NeverTrump resistance, have come around to see the writing on the wall at last. Hell, even Andrew Klavan finally has, or so it would seem:

But the problem is, a few dopey intellectuals and their absurd little notions can have outsized power: the power of the echo chamber, the power of fashionable acceptance, the power of creating the atmosphere within the Beltway Bubble. And while Republicans frequently strut and fret about their opposition to leftist malarkey, they just as frequently acquiesce to it in the event. Witness their inability to stem the disaster of Obamacare now that they finally have the chance.

Which is why this au revoir to Paris is so encouraging. By withdrawing from the accord, Trump proves he is not susceptible to the influence of the usual knuckleheads. He seems deaf to the echo chamber, indifferent to media acceptance, immune to the atmosphere. In fact, some of the very things that make Trump unappealing to gentle folk like me — his belligerence, his recklessness, his bullish and even bullying insistence on his own vision — are also what sometimes lift him above the Leftist Crazy that so addles the intelligentsia.

How important is that? Very.

Of course it is—in fact, it’s EVERYTHING—and I’m happy to commend Klavan’s long-overdue acknowledgment of it. But of all of the effete, over-serious NeverTrump panty-soakers, Schlichter was one of the very first to get it, and has gotten the most joy out of the New Reality. I’m glad for that. Not that Kurt was ever what I’d call a panty-soaker, mind; he always was a no-nonsense hardass, fully recognized the Leftist enemy and pulled no punches describing them as such, and has resumed vigorously applying both the flail and the rapier where they will do the most good. Which was why his early NeverTrump stance was so puzzling, and so annoying, at least to me.

Welcome back to the Dark Side, Kurt. And do stick around, Andrew; we’re gonna win this thing with or without ya, but I for one would be glad to have you with us again at last.


“Something is wrong with the American Left”

Well, I mean, ummm, y’know, DUH.

The recent spate of violent protests on college campuses has been well-documented, but the violence and intolerance championed by left-wing student activists is beginning to creep off campus and into mainstream public life.

The reason for this is straightforward enough: although progressives pride themselves on their putative tolerance and diversity, the imperatives of leftist politics are fundamentally illiberal. Justice imposed through power is the philosophical foundation of the political left, and when earnest progressives become convinced the only avenue to power is violence, their tolerance quickly falls by the wayside. Consider a few recent events, none of which involved college protesters but all of which were marked by threats of violence.

Last month, left-wing activists in Oregon caused the cancellation of the 82nd Avenue of Roses Parade by threatening to drag “fascists” off the parade route—and by fascists, they meant the Republican Party of Multanomah County. In an email, the activists warned, “we will have two hundred or more people rush into the parade into the middle and drag and push those people out as we will not give one inch to groups who espouse hatred toward lgbt, immigrants, people of color or others.”

Which, of course, nobody is actually doing. By “espousing hatred,” these people actually mean expressing a preference for the traditional definition of marriage; wishing to re-establish our national borders; being quietly unsupportive of and alarmed by riots in support of thuggish, violent criminals who got themselves killed after attacking police officers or resisting arrest; and daring to elect a President who has the outrageous temerity to suggest that he will be cognizant of what nation he was elected to govern, and intends to fulfill his commitment to those who voted for him by actually doing what we sent him to Washington to do.

Having been spited and thwarted—some of them for the first time in their lives—by people they hate, despise, and fear, these reasonable, tolerant, freedom-loving folks immediately turned to rioting, looting, smashing, burning, and other acts of random violence. They have repeatedly demonstrated their intention to implement a semi-soft coup and negate the results of a legitimate national election by manufacturing absurd scandals, hogtying Trump himself by any means they can concoct, intimidating and even assaulting Trump supporters and Republican elected officials whenever they get the chance, resisting or defying laws and executive orders, and generally carrying on as if the election had never taken place—more accurately, as if they had won rather than lost.

Sadly, it’s not entirely unreasonable of them to expect this, because Republicans themselves went along with it for years, acting as if they’d lost whenever they managed to win. No wonder they’re completely gobsmacked; against all expectations, they have a guy in the White House who seems to have meant what he said, and is acting on it, and doesn’t seem in the least ashamed of himself for harboring such otherworldly notions. Why, it’s indecent—damned near unprecedented!

They are crazy as shithouse rats; they are used to having things their own way with little to no serious resistance; they are juvenile in both outlook and action; their political leaders enjoy their power and perks, and have no intention of surrendering them even temporarily, to any degree at all, without a fight.

No matter how many times their unworkable projects fail, no matter the exorbitant and unsustainable expense, no matter the wanton destruction they wreak on the country that sustains them, they expect those they demean, insult, and assault to continue meekly sitting back and acting as punching bags while being bled white in taxation to pay for their never-ending folly.

Our once-mighty economy has been staggering for years; unemployment has long been at previously-unimaginable levels, and nobody even bothers about the unpayable national debt anymore. Our infrastructure is crumbling, our highways and bridges in remarkable disrepair. No one seems surprised or much bothered that, so few years after 9/11, we are now reduced to tolerating a smaller-scale Muslim terror attack every other month or so…IN AMERICA, ON OUR OWN FUCKING SOIL. Democrat-Socialist “leadership” has been careful to remind us that we’ll just have to learn to live with that—that we can “absorb” it.

None of this has happened by accident, and all of it can be laid directly at the feet of Progressivist misrule, with Republican cooperation.

To the Left’s utter shock and dismay, it won’t go on forever; human nature won’t allow it, reality itself won’t. They can continue to foment violence and war if they wish, there’s not much we can do to stop them. But God help them when the long-suffering objects of their abuse begin to turn the tables and use their own tactics against them—directly, vigorously, and without one whit of remorse.


Comey chaos

If this keeps up, I’m going to need to dig out the ol’ thesaurus to find an alternative to the word “dementia,” because we’re all going to be sick of that one.

Comey’s not going to charge Hillary? What a stand-up guy! The very model of a dedicated public servant!

Comey’s re-opened the Hillary investigation? What a partisan hack! He’s just thrown the election to Trump! This is literally a police state!

Comey’s investigating Trump’s ties to Russia? Thank God! This career civil servant is all that stands between us and that fascist dictator!

Comey’s fingering Huma Abedin for forwarding emails to Carlos Danger? God, this Trump stooge won’t let up, will he?

Trump’s fired Comey? How dare he? This is a crisis for the integrity of our institutions…

As it turns out, he misspoke somewhat on the matter of Huma Abedin sending classified emails to her spambot penis of a hubby to print out during breaks from sexting middle-schoolers. Which is how we arrive at the brain-exploding scenario of Trump firing Comey for being unfair to Hillary. Boy, that Putin is always nine chess moves ahead, isn’t he?

He IS good, isn’t he? I mean, he must be: he has Trump in his back pocket, our national elections under his complete control, and driven the America-hating Left into paroxysms of patriotic fervor for the first time since…well, ever. That’s a record of accomplishment anybody might envy.


Just another embarrasment

So at long last, here we all are.

Ivanka Trump likes to dance with her young sons to blow off steam when she gets home from work, a cute video she shared on Instagram Thursday suggests.

The video, which has already racked up more than half a million views, shows the always elegant Ivanka, still in her coat, busting a move with three-year-old Joseph while baby Theodore looks on from his high chair. Ivanka captioned the video, “Little moments matter, especially for working moms!! #TBT to an after-work dance party with my boys.” She plugged her new book by linking to a Working Mother magazine article about Women Who Work.

A minor firestorm erupted on the left Wednesday when the State Department retweeted Ivanka’s post promoting the book, in possible violation of a federal ethics rule that bars the use of public office for private gain.

This is possibly the most corrupt thing anyone in government has ever done, according to some of the comments.

And you should read them; the apoplectic, hysterical foaming at the mouth is truly epic.

Know what the truly heartwarming thing is, though—the thing that can’t help but bring a smile to your face regardless of the unhinged lunacy behind it all? Just this: how unhappy must these hapless earwigs be that they could spend even a moment letting themselves be upset by such nonsense? How miserable must someone’s life be—to what depths of intractable unhappiness must they have descended—to reach the point where they could even pretend that something like this could ever matter to anyone, anywhere?

And how much must it gnaw at them that most of us not only will never even hear of this ludicrous “controversy,” but would not give a perceptible damn about it if we did?

Yeah, yeah, I know: it’s all part of their strategy of throwing any and everything they can at Trump hoping something will stick eventually; their “outrage” is phony, their “concern” ginned up, their regard for any sort of “ethics violation” is thimble deep. But if this is the level of desperation they’ve reached, well, I don’t think there’s any possible argument to be made that they’re winning here. As Debra concludes:

So much hateful gnashing of teeth at the sight of a lovely mommy enjoying some quality time with her little boys. It’s pretty pathetic.

Well, sure, it is that, I guess. But it’s also funny as hell.



Okay, I confess to being not entirely sure what to make of this.

If you’re any student of politics, you saw Steve Bannon on the cover of Time magazine in early February — “The Great Manipulator,” it called him — and knew to start the countdown then.

Dead strategist walking.

He’d crossed the line that a politician’s advisers mustn’t, to a place and prominence where only the most foolish of them tread. Or at best he’d failed to prevent the media from tugging him there.

He was fine so long as he was a whisperer. On the campaign trail and on the Potomac, you can whisper all you want.

He was damned the moment he was cast as a puppeteer. That means there’s a puppet in the equation, and no politician is going to accept that designation, least of all one who stamps his name in gold on anything that stands still long enough to be stamped. Or whose debate performance included the repartee: “No puppet, no puppet. You’re the puppet.”

“I’m my own strategist,” the president told The New York Post early last week, and the message to Bannon couldn’t have been louder and clearer if it included a four-letter word.

Trump went so far as to suggest that he was barely acquainted with Bannon before August 2016, when Bannon joined his presidential campaign. Wrong. Trump had been a guest on the radio show that Bannon used to host nine times. But his rewrite of history was telling. Bannon needed to be erased because he was taking up too much space on the page.

Politics is a tricky business, Washington is a treacherous place and Trumplandia is downright brutal. In all three realms, you have to strike the right balance of self-promotion and self-effacement. The media’s no help: We love few archetypes better than that of the brilliant mastermind who’s the real power behind the throne. But the savviest operators find ways to resist that assignment, deflecting as much credit as they claim.

So you guys feel free to correct me if I’m getting this wrong and all, but: the NYT is now reduced to attacking Trump by…defending Steve Bannon? Really? REALLY?

Wow. I have to admit, I’m slackjawed flabbergasted over this one. Trump has them so completely discombobulated I’m gonna have to come up with some new categories here to cope with the contradictory madness emanating from them daily. Like, say, “Shit Or Go Blind,” or something along those lines. I repeat: WOW.

Via Breitbart, whose headline take makes way more sense of this than I’m able to: “NYT: The Media Manipulated Steve Bannon’s Image to Drive a Wedge Between Him and Trump.” Well, yeah, sure. But now they’re gonna openly admit to that? I repeat: slackjawed. Flabbergasted. They continue to have no clue at all as to how to approach destroying Trump. Nothing they’ve tried so far has worked; in fact, each new attempt has blown up in their faces and made their plight worse. They just can’t seem to grasp that we don’t believe or trust them anymore, and no longer care what they may say about anything.

May they remain forever clueless.


Delenda est

The Proggies’ argument isn’t with us. It’s with reality.

Reality is a formidable opponent. It never loses. Sometimes the victory is immediate; in the political, cultural, and economic domains, it may take a while longer. In any human confrontation with the intractable facts of life, physical or historical, the outcome is never in doubt. Ignorance is a serious liability in any transaction with the real world. Denial is ultimately lethal.

It is much easier, of course, to reject or dismiss facts or truths where the damage is not immediate, to conflate “things which are not” with things that “are,” if the harm is deferred to a later date. One can deny sexual dimorphism, for example, and posit 32 different genders or gender identities along with a welter of ludicrous pronouns before the result of such folly becomes evident in cultural degeneration and social collapse. One can refute the fecund marriage of a man and a woman – that is, the family, as the historically validated foundation of a robust, viable, and productive society before social and cultural disintegration inevitably set in. One can suppress the provable fact of differential climate change over the eons and replace it with fashionable and scientifically untenable theories such as man-made global warming before the inevitable economic effects reduce a nation to increasing financial hardship.

This is why the cultural deformities beloved and fostered by the political left are doomed to failure despite their reigning prevalence in the social agency and intellectual discourse of our time. Political correctness; so-called climate change; wide-ranging policies favoring the “religion of peace,” which is actually the religion of perpetual war; the distortions of radical feminism; the celebration of transgenderism; redistributive economics; open borders; no-fault crime; the dilution of educational rigor to promote the canard of “social justice”; the rejection of medical reason; the rampant slaughter of the unborn; the belief in human equality in the realm of talents, merit, and cultivation; the dogged quest for an egalitarian utopia; and many other such perversions – all such convictions and practices fly in the face of reality and will inexorably lead, sooner or later, to civilizational disaster. This too is a fact.

But since culture is a human phenomenon, it is prone to disabling complications, misguided objectives, and various forms of dysfunction. No political movement, philosophy, or culture ever succeeds in mapping the world in which it finds itself. Obviously, some do better than others, judging by the benchmarks of life span, health, general prosperity, and personal freedom. But leftism in any of its apparitions – juvenile Acadianism, eschatological fantasy, welfare statism, neo-Marxism, hardcore communism – is an ideological construction that mistakes the map for the world. Moreover, the map upon which it relies to chart its course is topographically skewed and does not coincide with the world as it is and always will be.

Which is why they’re so completely, utterly, and continuously lost—reality is going to defeat them every time, as of course it must. But see, that’s a good thing; either they lose, or everybody does, us and them.


She’s baaack!

Bill summarizes Hillary!™ (no, not THAT Bill).

She was the wife of a governor and a president who, on her own, totally screwed up her husband’s efforts to impose socialized medicine on America. Afterwards, in a triumph of political nepotism, she became a bootlegging do-nothing Senator from New York, and was then appointed to the position of Secretary of State by Barack Obama as a sop for getting her ass kicked by Obama himself. In that office she distinguished herself with treachery, treason, corruption, and pathological dishonesty.

“Vastly experienced?”

At what?

Why, at being the most perfectly representative example of Democrat-Socialist competence, intellect, veracity, and integrity since Barrack Hussein Obama…or her husband.


A foolish inconsistency

The hobgoblin of little liberal minds.

So they hate Trump but what are these protestors and their media enablers for?

As far as I can tell they are for children but also for killing unborn ones with no restriction, no apology, and no need for a fee. They are for LBGT and women’s “rights,” but ally themselves with Muslims who practice FGM, oppose abortion, treat women like cattle, and promote and engage in honor killings, and advocate death for LBGT people. They are for women’s rights, but want men who think they are women to use women’s washrooms. They are for free speech, but shut down anybody who disagrees with them, and, of course, ally themselves with Muslims who oppose freedom of speech and thought as part of their core dogma. They are against racism but try to stir up old racial animosities and conflicts that had long been resolved, buried, and forgotten. They are for poor working people, but oppose the tax and the regulatory structures that create jobs. They are for poor working people but favor unrestricted immigration that drives down wages, crowds out jobs, and absorbs the funds of public welfare schemes. They want free education for all, but oppose letting poor and middle class people have the right to choose their schools, unlike the rich people who do. They shout “Love Trumps Hate!” as they bash opponents with bricks and poles. They have spent decades denouncing the military, the CIA, the NSA, and the FBI as oppressors of the people, but now want those agencies to sabotage an elected president. The wealthy ones denounce gun ownership and walls but live behind protective shields of men with guns and walls around their exclusive properties. Hollywood stars who made millions living in the land of make-believe denounce non-existent Trumpian “brownshirts” and bravely proclaim their resistance! They are for the environment and prove it by flying to environmental rallies in their private jets. They, well . . . you can go on with this sad litany.

I think when all is said and done we have to conclude that there is a large element of mental disturbance.

Well, of course. You can’t cope with that much cognitive dissonance without being either stupid, crazy, or both.


Teach your children

This seditious, murderous freak is doing just that, apparently. Which oughta scare the hell out of you.

During an anti-Trump protest in Seattle this weekend, an activist associated with the Black Lives Matter (BLM) movement took to the megaphone to voice her support for, among other things, “killing people,” and “killing the White House.”

While she said that, another protester can be heard saying, “Burn it!”

She also says, “White people, give your fucking money, your fucking house, your fucking property, we need it fucking all,” as another protester responds “reparations!”

“Fuck white supremacy, fuck the U.S. empire, fuck your imperialist ass lives. That shit gotta go.”

No, bitch, it’s you who’s gotta go. And go you will. President Trump, with ironclad support from the rest of us, will see to it.

At 1:50 in the video clip, she goes, “And we need to start killing people. First off, we need to start killing the White House. The White House must die. The White House, your fucking White House, your fucking Presidents, they must go! Fuck the White House.”

“Pay the fuck up, pay the fuck up. It ain’t just your fucking time, its your fucking money, and now your fucking life is devoted to social change,” she said.

Oh, that last is certainly right enough. But it ain’t gonna be any kind of “social change” this brain-dead piece of shit will enjoy. Here’s the real payoff, though:

According to the channel that uploaded the clip to YouTube, the activist saying these things is a teacher.

But of course. Per Jim Hoft, she’s a preschool teacher at that. She ought to be immediately fired, stripped of any credentials or licenses she may have so that she may never come within a thousand yards of any schoolhouse environment again, and righteously shunned in any other way decent people can conceive of. She’s unfit for adult society, much less that of young children.

But by all means, keep running that fat yap, Progtard. Let all the world see what you really are, once the micro-thin layer of civilization is scraped off of your filthy, cowardly ass—you, and all the others like you. Your anti-American, totalitarian political party won’t even be able to field a candidate within the next ten years, much less hope to win an election of any sort.

(Via Bill and PJVid)



Wait for it. Wait for it. Trust me.

I am a happily married, young white man. I grew up in a happy, Conservative household. I’ve spent my entire life – save the last four months – as a progressive liberal. All of my friends are very liberal or left-leaning centrists. I have always voted Liberal Democrat or Green. I voted remain in the referendum. The thought of racism in any form has always been abhorrent to me. When leave won, I was devastated.

I was curious as to the motives of leave voters. Surely they were not all racist, bigoted or hateful? I watched some debates on YouTube. Obvious points of concern about terrorism were brought up. A leaver cited Sam Harris as a source. I looked him up: this “intellectual, free-thinker” was very critical of Islam. Naturally my liberal kneejerk reaction was to be shocked, but I listened to his concerns and some of his debates.

This, I think, is where YouTube’s “suggested videos” can lead you down a rabbit hole. Moving on from Harris, I unlocked the Pandora’s box of “It’s not racist to criticise Islam!” content. Eventually I was introduced, by YouTube algorithms, to Milo Yiannopoulos and various “anti-SJW” videos (SJW, or social justice warrior, is a pejorative directed at progressives). They were shocking at first, but always presented as innocuous criticism from people claiming to be liberals themselves, or centrists, sometimes “just a regular conservative” – but never, ever identifying as the dreaded “alt-right”.

About a week before the US election, I heard one of these YouTubers use the phrase “red-pilled” – a term from the film The Matrix – in reference to people being awakened to the truth about the world and SJWs. Suddenly I thought: “This is exactly like a cult. What am I doing? I’m turning into an arsehole.”

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Online radicalisation of young white men. It’s here, it’s serious, and I was lucky to be able to snap out of it when I did. And if it can get somebody like me to swallow it – a lifelong liberal – I can’t imagine the damage it is doing overall.

It seemed so subtle – at no point did I think my casual and growing Islamophobia was genuine racism.

And it isn’t, actually: “Muslim” is not a race. But he knows that already.

The punchline here is the identity of the apparently pathetic, drooling nutjob who could pen such a hot, steaming pile of handwringing asswipery; go check Vox’s post out for the hilarious reveal. Hint: WRONGSKIN!!

Troll level: God-like. Well played, Godfrey, well played. And a humble doff of the ol’ CF chapeau to ye.

Know what the great thing about Leftards is? They just can’t help making it so damned easy for sane people to spoof them like this. They’re worse than poor old Elmer Fudd that way: they set their own traps and then blunder right into them every damned time, spluttering and whining every step of the way. But at least Elmer meant well. The Left, on the other hand, assuredly doesn’t.


To all the screaming garbage babies

You lost. Get over it.

A few days after Trump’s victory, an actress friend of mine received an angry email from a semi-famous filmmaker with whom she’d worked. The filmmaker told her that she was now dead to him; they’d never work together again. His reason? “You liked a Facebook comment telling people to get over protesting the outcome of the election.” I emailed the filmmaker, curious to understand why he would ban an actress with whom he’d enjoyed a mutually profitable relationship, all because she “liked” a Facebook comment that wasn’t even really pro-Trump. His reply?

I’m really in a dark place right now. I actually feel like throwing up. I normally do not get affected by politics but this man, I think because his base represent the vilest people in the country, has gotten to me. Women and Gays rights are friends of mine, my heart goes out to them, I am actually crushed by their hurt and fear and it’s made it hard for me to even do my job. I am regrouping and have de-friended half the people I know.

Oh, get the fuck over yourself. No one cares. Stop making it all about you (a lesson I myself had to learn last week).

Indeed, one of the most satisfying things about the election’s outcome is the fact that the single most self-absorbed, self-important, and self-indulgent group of ninnies in American society—Hollywood celebrities—discovered that their endorsements were as ineffective as the Hitler slur. If you think I received a splash of cold water in the face on election night, imagine being Kanye, Beyoncé, Lena Dunham, Amy Schumer, and the rest of the preening dolts who learned that even with all their money and fame, they were completely impotent against Trump. These cretins are only as happy as their egos are satisfied, so the humiliating loss they encountered is probably hitting them harder than anyone else. And such misery couldn’t be visited upon a worse group of people.

Everyone who tried to make the election about themselves, be they leftists whose lives are centered around identity politics, Hollywood celebrities who somehow think they matter, or me and my self-righteous bitterness, ended up surprised by the outcome. And it’s obvious why. We were blindsided because we were blind to the larger issues, and to the concerns of Americans who don’t exist in our neat little echo chambers. Speaking of that, I’ll cop to one more thing: I really didn’t think the old girl still had it in her. I didn’t think America could surprise me like that. I couldn’t bring myself to believe that the electorate still had enough gumption to flip off the “legitimate” press, the Dem and GOP party establishments, the actors, the singers, the comedians, the professional pundits, the pollsters, the race hustlers, the guilt-trippers, the labor unions, and the “international community.” I thought voters were no longer capable of demonstrating that level of independence.

I was surprised, and happily so.

A lot of people were, happily or otherwise. Sadly, a huge percentage of those who are unhappy about it have proved themselves to be so mentally deficient and unstable as to be pathologically unable to cope. Perhaps they should all be put into some kind of home, as Wodehouse used to say.


The more you know…

You thought perhaps I was kidding about the Gary Johnson e-mails?

From: Gary Johnson
Subject: 13 Percent!

It’s Happening!

A new Quinnipiac poll shows Gov. Gary Johnson at 13%, within the margin of error of the 15% threshold for the debates.

That’s a full 3 points higher than the last Quinnipiac poll just a few weeks ago.

What we are doing is working!

However, the same poll shows that 53% of voters haven’t heard enough about our campaign to form an opinion.

However, I have, bub. Unfortunately for you. Congratulations on this stunning milestone on your way to…wherever it is you’re going, though.


I CAN’T be the only one who thinks this…

A lot of chatter out there the last couple days about Cankles’s Resting Loony Face, that phony, over-enthusiastic, gaping-mouthed smile she’s been plastering on her mug on command for a good while now to display false enthusiasm and great joy, which she’d only be capable of feeling if she actually, literally had, say, an NRA member on the rack sticking knitting needles in his eyeballs. Or, say, pulling the wings off helpless flies or something. Ann Althouse called it “…that wide-open-mouth/insane-elation thing with her face,” which is fairly well representative, with most of the commentary I’ve seen focusing on the gaping maw.

But it’s the eyes I find the creepiest and most revealing: wide, rolling, and wild, darting around like pinballs, seemingly not entirely under her conscious control. It reminds me more than anything else of Charles Manson’s famous glare, the glazed-over, wild-eyed expression of a dangerous lunatic. Thomas Lifson piles on:

The specific reference here is standing next to Obama, who is well liked at a personal level by a majority of Americans. But remember that ever since she graduated from law school, she has been standing next to her husband, who is even more than Obama a charming fellow – so charismatic that he was able to charm even Newt Gingrich right after the GOP won control of Congress in 1994. From Hillary’s perspective, her adult life has been one long lesson in being the unlikable one in a very prominent couple.

There has to be a lot of resentment. The stories of screaming matches, thrown lamps, and the rest are credible to me because Hillary has endured a level of private humiliation at her husband’s hands, in ways overt as in all the extracurricular sex, but also in ways completely unintended, the product of her negative charisma.

The result of all this is a burning desire to surpass Bill, to occupy the Oval Office, and get revenge for his casual ease at being liked.

Combine that with the megalomania, the powerlust, and the overwhelming sense of entitlement to rule, and it’s pathology all the way down with this one. But the most perfect comparison for her would be to a fairly advanced robot, and this animation really brings it home:


This horror is entitled “massive_hillary_firmware_malfunction.gif,” and that is EXACTLY what it looks like. Did you ever see anything so false in all your life? A poorly-constructed marionette in a third-rate elementary school puppet show would be more true to life; certainly it would be possessed of an honesty and directness Hillary! will never come within a hundred miles of. Who on earth could possibly be either so stupid, so desperate, or so ideologically fanatical as to buy into schtick this obvious and incompetent?

Never mind; don’t answer that. A high school acting class would probably do The Shrew more good in her quest for power and aggrandizement than just about anything. But it’s way too late for that now, and she seems to have no real talent for it anyway.


College: what happened?

Fred spells it out:

That is how things were. Then came what are roughly called the Sixties, actually the late Sixties and early Seventies.

They changed everything.

The first and worst change was the philosophy that everybody, or much closer to everybody, should go to college. Disaster followed. There descended on the schools huge numbers of adolescents without the brains, preparation, or interest needed for college. They had little notion of what college was for. The very idea of cultivation seemed undemocratic to them, as of course it was. They set out to avoid it. And did.

Since they were not ready, and for the most part could not be made ready, colleges dumbed down courses. Remedial classes proliferated. These worked poorly.  When a graduate of high school can barely read, there is usually an underlying reason why he will never be able to read.

Colleges, which had not been focused on money, realized that these swarms of the intellectually bedraggled paid tuition. Schooling became a business. Tuition rose sharply, much in excess of inflation. Banks, seeing a vast new market, began making student loans and soon learned to tie these loans to the parents’ houses. This kept  the student from escaping by filing for bankruptcy. It was a gold mine.

The universities, become businesses, acted like businesses. They cut costs by using adjunct professors, often of low quality, as academic migrant workers instead of far higher-paid tenured staff. Academic quality dropped further.

Students became customers buying diplomas.  On the principle that the customer is always right, colleges gave them whatever they wanted. One thing they wanted was grades. Grade inflation boomed.

What the students didn’t want was an education, to the extent that they knew what the word meant. They wanted courses that were easy and fun. Soon there were things like “What if Harry Potter were Real?” and “The Comic Book in the Struggle for Gender Equality.” These were vacuous, but the students didn’t know and wouldn’t have cared. They were in a USP—a university-shaped place—that had the form of schooling, such as numbered courses with solemn-sounding titles, credit hours, and buildings with blackboards. They  thought they were in college. They weren’t really, but didn’t really want to be.

College, once a passage into adulthood, became a way of avoiding it. Immaturity and narcissism flourished well into the students’ twenties. This was perhaps because they had never had the experience of having to do things, such as work in a gas station or manage a paper route.  They confused universities with their parents and worked to outrage them. With the righteousness of the still-pubescent, they demanded justice for everything and, having no experience of rational argument, or of thought of any kind, called for the abolition of anything that didn’t suit them. To their delight, they discovered that administrations would cave. Expelling them would have been  a wiser course. They became the prissiest of prissy moralists.

Many professors were products of the Sixties and saw the role of universities to be the pursuit of social change. Students with little desire for learning were content with this. Black students were a particular problem, as they were usually even less prepared than the white. Largely to hide their deficiencies, universities began to abandon the SATs which made unpreparedness obvious. This was said to foster “inclusiveness.”

Universities recruited blacks competitively as evidence of social rightness.  These trophies lacked roots in European civilization, literature, history, sciences and mathematics. They demanded, and got, departments of Black Studies, academic ghettos lowering standards yet further.

Meanwhile the federal government had taken control, almost unnoticed.

And then things got REALLY bad.


Western civ has gone insane

It’s official. And undeniable.

It’s easy to laugh at a grown man in a rubber dog suit chewing on a squeaky toy. Maybe too easy, in fact, because to laugh is to dismiss it, denigrate it – ignore the fact that many of us have found comfort and joy in pretending to be animals at some point in our lives.

To dismiss or denigrate it as pathetic, lunatic absurdity rooted in an excess of juvenile self-indulgence, however, is merely to speak the simple truth.

Although hey, I’m good with laughing at them, too.

Secret Life of the Human Pups is a sympathetic look at the world of pup play, a movement that grew out of the BDSM community and has exploded in the last 15 years as the internet made it easier to reach out to likeminded people. While the pup community is a broad church, human pups tend to be male, gay, have an interest in dressing in leather, wear dog-like hoods, enjoy tactile interactions like stomach rubbing or ear tickling, play with toys, eat out of bowls and are often in a relationship with their human “handlers”.

Kaz, another pup, argues that for some, being a puppy isn’t just a fun mask to try on – it’s how they identify; it’s who they are. “Even when I worked in PC World I would sometimes walk up to people and nip at their shirt,” he says, laughing. “I got in trouble once; someone walked into the PC repair centre and I had part of their dad’s computer in my mouth. But the other staff knew I was like that to everyone. They didn’t find it weird.”

Wanna bet, freak?

Then, of course, there is the sex.

Oh, of course. Somehow, there’s always that. They spend the first part of the article telling us how it isn’t about sex. Until finally, suddenly—UNEXPECTEDLY!—it is. AP says:

When President Clinton orders public schools to install fire hydrants in all bathrooms, only then will true equality be achieved.

And just like that, nobody should be laughing any more. Because the “human-pup rights movement” is coming just as surely as this morning’s sunrise. And since they’ll see it as another great way to destroy the oppressive bourgeois Western values of sanity, normalcy, and healthy human relationships while simultaneously rubbing Duh Patriarchy’s nose in diseased depravity, the Left will be all over it, shrieking and protesting until they finally get their way. Again. You wait and see if they don’t.

Click on through to that first article to enjoy the ridiculousness of the accompanying pics. The look on the face of one pup’s “former fiancee” in the very first one says more than any number of words from me ever could.

Whether we see it as a kink, an identity, a reaction to an early experience, a form of escapism or a fetish, the main thing, says Tom, is that we see it at all; that we know it’s there and accept it. “It feels like you can be gay, straight, bisexual, trans and be accepted,” he says. “All I want is for the pup community to be accepted in the same way. We’re not trying to cause grief to the public, or cause grief to relationships. We’re just the same as any other person on the high street.”

No. No, you most certainly are not. You’re a sicko, a pervert, and a freak. You’re mentally ill, and should be pitied for it. You have serious problems and you need serious help. I myself don’t give a damn what you have to do to get your jollies, but asking me to deny reality and the common meaning of standard English words by accepting you as perfectly “normal” is simply asking more than I’m willing to grant you.

And if you really are “just the same as any other person on the high street,” society is in way more trouble than we previously thought.

Gonna be getting a lot of use out of my new “Freaks” category, I’m afraid.



Inmates, running the asylum.

It was an epochal moment for the military and perhaps for all of society. Screwing up her courage, Air Force First Lieutenant Kara-Ann McBee walked into her commander’s office on the D-Ring of the Pentagon and announced that she was a giant squid.

Kara was slender and tomboyish, with an upturned nose, freckles, and an attractive brush-cut hairdo. She could have been Tom Sawyer’s sister. She did not appear to be a giant squid.

“But I am, sir,” she said, rigidly at attention and clearly nervous. “I’ve known it since I was a little girl. I…sir, I am a squid trapped in a woman’s body. I’m trans-phylum, sir.”

The commander, Colonel R. Boyd Gittim, was stunned. He was a compact, graying man in his mid-fifties, a combat flier who had slipped through the screening process to high position in what insiders called the Five-Sided Wind Tunnel. He was not well suited to the complex personnel issues of the modern military.

Colonel Gittim sighed. He knew of course about LGBT, which he thought of as Lettuce, Bacon, and Tomato, and he knew there existed crucial military questions about whether boys could use the girls room. Squids were too much.

It wasn’t his Air Force any longer, he thought grayly. Wars were fought by remotely-controlled drones now, and the best pilots were probably fifteen-year-old gamers with no social life. They could do it from home by internet. He decided to retire and drink himself to death.

Dacowits needed something to do. Things were slow in the trenches of discrimination. Most victories had been won. A woman commanded the SEALs, who had been disarmed to prevent violence. The new main battle tanks had changing tables, and urinals had been outlawed throughout the services or converted to flower pots to preclude uncomfortable spaces. The warriors of social justice needed a Cause.

Virtual squids were just the thing.

An unenlightened Marine general said “the whole business is crazier than three monkeys in a bag. What is this freak show coming to?” The Washington Post ran an editorial comparing him to Hitler and saying that his attitude would lead to a second Holocaust. Of course, the Post thought that everything would lead to a second Holocaust.

In his last days in office, President Obama ordered that all federal buildings be equipped with litter boxes, saying, “A country as great as America was–is–that all the world wants to be like, and wishes it was, cannot seem to penalize citizens who think they are animals, even if they aren’t–though of course they are. Who are we to decide what kind of animals other people are? Praise Allah.”

This clarion call to probity and fairness echoed around the world and was adjudged to embody the clarity and internal coherence characteristic of Obama’s speeches.

Which, actually, it does.


Peak stupid

Reached it, we has.

Mickey Fearn, the National Park Service Deputy Director for Communications and Community Assistance, made headlines when he claimed that black people don’t visit national parks because they associate them with slaves being lynched by their masters.

Yellowstone, the first national park, was created in 1872 in Wyoming. Slavery was over by then and no one had ever been lynching slaves around Old Faithful anyway. But false claims die very hard.

Now Alcee Hastings, an impeached judge, and a coalition of minority groups is demanding increased “inclusiveness” at national parks. High on their list is the claim that, “African-Americans have felt unwelcome and even fearful in federal parklands during our nation’s history because of the horrors of lynching.” What do national parks have to do with lynchings? Many national parks have trees. People were hung from trees. It’s guilt by arboreal association.

The origin of the bizarre racist lynching theory of national parks appears to be Carolyn Finney. Finney was an actress noted for, apparently, little more than an appearance in The Nutt House. Then she became a cause célèbre for race activists when she was denied tenure by Berkeley’s Department of Environmental Science, Policy, and Management because her work didn’t meet academic standards.

Her supporters blamed racism, rather than her academic shortcomings, and protested vocally.

These days she’s a diversity advisor to the U.S. National Parks Advisory Board. What wasn’t good enough for UC Berkeley is good enough for national parks. She is also the author of Black Faces, White Spaces. In it she claims that “oppression and violence against black people in forests and other green spaces can translate into contemporary understandings that constrain African-American environmental understandings.”

Finney cites the work of Joy DeGruy Leary who invented a Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome that she claims black people suffer from. Affected by PTSS, black people experience “fear and mistrust of forests and other green spaces.” According to Finney, the tree is a racist symbol to black people.

“Black people also wanted to go out in the woods and eat apples from the trees,” Finney explains.” But black people were lynched on the trees. The tree became a big symbol.” Black people are triggered by trees and suffer Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome flashbacks. You can’t expect them to go to on a hike.

What shall we do about the racist trees?

Well, if we’re to follow the example set by the whole transgender-freak bathroom precedent of upending an entire society due to the whims of a tiny handful of mentally-unbalanced people, we’d better get busy bulldozing every last one of them. Before some precious, delicate little flower’s Safe Space has been wantonly violated, don’tchaknow.

This would all be truly hilarious if these lunatics had remained relegated to the role of amusing anomalies like they are in saner societies, rather than putting them in charge like we have.


A failure of vision

They’ve never been right yet. About anything.

To celebrate Earth Day, let’s review predictions made around the time of the first Earth Day celebration in 1970:

  1. Harvard biologist George Wald estimated that “civilization will end within 15 or 30 years unless immediate action is taken against problems facing mankind.”
  2. “We are in an environmental crisis which threatens the survival of this nation, and of the world as a suitable place of human habitation,” wrote Washington University biologist Barry Commoner in the Earth Day issue of the scholarly journal Environment.
  3. The day after the first Earth Day, the New York Times editorial page warned, “Man must stop pollution and conserve his resources, not merely to enhance existence but to save the race from intolerable deterioration and possible extinction.”
  4. “Population will inevitably and completely outstrip whatever small increases in food supplies we make,” Paul Ehrlich confidently declared in the April 1970 Mademoiselle. “The death rate will increase until at least 100-200 million people per year will be starving to death during the next ten years.”
  5. “Most of the people who are going to die in the greatest cataclysm in the history of man have already been born,” wrote Paul Ehrlich in a 1969 essay titled “Eco-Catastrophe! “By…1975 some experts feel that food shortages will have escalated the present level of world hunger and starvation into famines of unbelievable proportions. Other experts, more optimistic, think the ultimate food-population collision will not occur until the decade of the 1980s.”

Always the same hysteria, always the same contrived sense of urgency (“It is already too late to avoid mass starvation,” from number 7 in the list), always the same “solution”: more government, less freedom; more socialism, less capitalism. Funny how that works, innit? Lots more here–and even this is only a drop in the bucket from the bottomless well of lies these transparent tools have drawn from to stampede us ever Leftward.

(Via Maet)


It’s going to get worse

Told ya it was coming. But just wait till some random nut tries to act on it. As they will, again and again.

A new viral rap song that encourages the assassination of Donald Trump and calls for riots if he wins the presidency is being celebrated by the music media.

Entitled ‘F**k Donald Trump’, the track was performed live in front of 20,000 people at the Coachella music festival this past weekend by hip-hop artists YG and Nipsey Hussle.

The lyrics for the song openly invoke death threats against Trump and vow to stage violence if he takes the Oval Office.

A sample:

All the niggas in the hood wanna fight you
Surprised El Chapo ain’t tried to snipe you
Surprised the Nation of Islam ain’t tried to find you

Have a rally out in L.A., we gon fuck it up
Home of the Rodney King riot, we don’t give a fuck

You built walls? We gong prolly dig holes
And if your ass do win, you gong prolly get smoked
F**k nigga, f**k you!

When me and Nip link, that’s Bloods and Crips
Where your L.A. rally? We gon crash your shit

Violent, illiterate, moronic thugs threatening to assassinate a duly-elected president–openly, brazenly, with full-bore Moron Pride and gangsta swagger and no fear of repercussion, from the Secret Service or anyone else. Ladies and gents, I give you your modern Democrat Socialist Party, in the very flesh.

One wonders what the reaction would have been if a group of hillbillies from Alabama had made a music video for a song in which they threatened to kill Hillary Clinton.

No, one doesn’t; one wouldn’t waste one’s presumably valuable time, because one already knows quite well, thanks. And one doesn’t even bother speculating what would have resulted had the KKK done likewise for President Jugears.

You guys know I’ve said many times that nobody should really want another civil war, for all sorts of reasons. But I never claimed there would be NO positive aspects to one. Open season on parasitic criminal-minded leeches like this, with no bag limits, would have to be one of them.

(Via Nemo)


Not a…uhhh, prayer

Cruz has NO chance of being elected president. None.

Kevin Swanson: Yes, Romans Chapter 1 verse 32 the Apostle Paul does says that homosexuals are worthy of death. His words not mine! And I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ! And I am not ashamed of the truth of the word of God. And I am willing to go to jail…

…Now my friends let me introduce to you the next candidate for the office of President of the United States, folks please make welcome Senator Ted Cruz.

That seems a bit extreme. No?

Denunciation of Cruz from NRO and other TDS sources for pandering to and inciting frothing murderous haters for political purposes in 5…4…3…2…never. But wait, it gets even better:

A right wing pastor in the U.S. has blamed parents for allowing their children to read ‘homosexual’ Harry Potter books.

Kevin Swanson, a pastor at the Reformation Church of Elizabeth in Colorado attacked the series by JK Rowling as well as the recent animated children’s film How to Train Your Dragon.

He was speaking at the National Religious Liberties Conference, when he launched into a rant at the fact Harry Potter’s mentor Dumbledore was homosexual.

‘Repent that Dumbledore emerged as a homosexual mentor for Harry Potter.

‘Children are raised to be stumbled by the Dumbledores and Hiccups on How to Train Your Dragon.

‘My friends, America needs to repent.

‘For tens of millions of parents it would be better that a millstone be hung around their neck and they be drowned at the bottom of the sea.’

However, it is not the first time that Swanson has ranted against films and books aimed at children.

Last year he denounced Disney’s Frozen as a brainwashing tool for ‘indoctrinating children into the clutches of homosexuality.’

Good lord, man.

But yeah, go on and tell yourselves that a majority of Americans are going to vote for somebody who embraces this screaming whackadoodle. And that the Democrat Socialists would never, ever DREAM of running ads hanging him around Cruz’s neck like a, shall we say, millstone.

(First jawdropping link via Bill)


Woman (with a schlong) of the year!

More Caitlin Jenner.

It was all fun and games—except when it wasn’t—when Jenner announced he was going to begin playacting a woman for the foreseeable future. As if that wasn’t enough, the transgender lobby prodded their ideal posterboy further Left. Next, ESPN awarded him with its Arthur Ashe Courage Award, and he secured his own reality show, “I Am Cait.”

Enough is enough. Glamour goes too far. Jenner cannot be woman of the year because—kids, close your eyes—he has a penis. Jenner might feel like he is a woman, he might want to be a woman, he might be living as a woman, but thoughts do not generate biology or reality. (I’d like to think I’m a millionaire and living in Turks and Caicos year-round, but that doesn’t make it so.)

The fact that Glamour is even passing this off as some kind of convoluted, uber-progressive fact is absolutely mind-bending. It’s as if we’ve taken the blue pill a long time ago and Neo is actually Trinity. When “The Matrix” is the only working analogy, we have a problem.

By choosing Jenner as woman of the year, Glamour endorses the idea that men are better at being women than we are. Glamour is sending a clear message about a new kind of feminist-driven patriarch, who pushes women out of our spaces and expects submissiveness of their feminist enablers. Transgender women tend to be hyper-aggressive. Remember when Zoey Tur told Ben Shapiro he’s going out in an ambulance? Martine Rothblatt, a transgender woman, graced the cover of New York Magazine as highest-paid female CEO in the nation. Apparently real women can’t cut it, so we’ve got to import men into our ranks to win awards.

Perhaps this just shows a split among liberal feminist types, but doesn’t it seem odd after hearing them rail for years about men setting standards (even for things like heart attack symptoms) that we’re now supposed to be hailing someone who’s lived all his life as a man as an exemplar of all that is good among women? Now women don’t even get to decide for ourselves what marks the best and most impressive qualities of our own sex? That feels ideologically oppressive.

If anything, Jenner should win man of the year for winning woman of the year. Usurping a women’s award is pretty much the most male thing ever, is it not?

Aside from getting to make a little light sport of the fucked-up freak and the twits who bend reality to wallow in a big stinking pile of PC Smug supporting him once again, the main reason I’m posting this is that the idea of turning a couple of their own memes around and using them to tweak Progressivist noses–Jenner as patriarchal oppressor, y’all!–is not one that had ever occurred to me. I like it, I really like it. The Matrix analogy works for me, too–with the Jenner flap, we’re definitely seeing how deep the rabbit hole goes. Nice one, Nicole.


Behead all those who say Islam is violent!

Birds of a feather.

People who say Communism is the most oppressive form of government ever should be drugged and shoved out of planes over the Atlantic Ocean.

Or, y’know, thrown into a gulag or something. THAT will teach those H8TRZ!! all about what’s really oppressive, eh?

Of course, you expect plenty of blank, self-contradictory stupidity from Lefty idiots like this, and you never, ever fail to get it. But in this case, it gets worse, as Rob diligently describes at the link. Really, really worse. Looks like there’s no pustulent belief system too repellent for oozing Left chancres to attach themselves to.

Update! Related, I guess. Tangentially. Which, hey, I really just wanted to use that word, since you don’t get all that many opportunities.

“I wasn’t hurting anyone and I didn’t want to feel segregated out. I didn’t want to be in the gender neutral bathroom. I am (a) girl, I shouldn’t be pushed off to another bathroom,” said Perry.

No, what you are is a sad, confused, mentally ill young boy in a dress who is in desperate need of some competent, un-PC professional help. Sorry, but that’s the way it is; your argument is not with me, but with your chromosomes, hence with reality itself. Deal; it’s a tough old world out there. I really don’t have any interest in seeing you hurt, but hey, it happens sometimes. Life is like that.




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

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