Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

A confederation of dunces

It ain’t really about anthems or flags. It ain’t even about wealthy, pampered morons whining about how tough they supposedly have it in a country in which they ought to be on their knees thanking God to live, instead of the benighted, hellish shithole they’re pleased in their buffoonish ignorance to refer to as their “motherland.” It’s actually about destroying the very concept of “nationhood” itself.

Almost any point on that continuum covers the minimal civic act of standing for a national anthem. If you love your country, your “consciousness of duty” commands you to respect its flag and anthem: you need no statute to direct you to do so. On the other hand, if you feel, as many do, ambivalent about your flag or anthem, “good form appropriate in a given situation” suggests that, out of comity with your neighbors, rising to your feet for a minute or two is the appropriate thing to do. Many republicans and/or atheists (into both of which camps falls Jeremy Corbyn) are not entirely happy about a song enjoining the Almighty to confer long life on the monarch; the current Australian prime minister was a prominent member of the unsuccessful campaign to replace the national flag; I’ve attended events in the presence of Quebec’s Lieutenant-Governor, who enters accompanied by the Vice-Regal Salute, which is the first half of “God Save The Queen” and the last half of “O Canada”, neither of which secessionist Quebeckers care for. But whatever our views we all suffer it “through a sense of what is required by public spirit”.

That presumably is why on Sunday two dozen kneeling Americans decided to rise to their feet for Britain’s national anthem. Because they understood that were they to remain kneeling they would be regarded by their London hosts as boorish graceless ignorant clods – which, in fact, they are, with respect to their own anthem. We stand for the anthems of foreigners not out of allegiance but out of Moulton’s “good form”. Standing for other people’s anthems is the minimal respect required to transact international relations: At, say, US/Soviet summits, Reagan could have taken a knee to protest Moscow’s human rights record, and Chernenko could have taken a knee to protest that Reagan was a running dog of capitalism and imperialism. But both men remained standing – because that’s the minimal requirement for any mutually beneficial relations.

So, when a bunch of pampered poseurs decide to drive a stake through a primal civic ritual, that’s not a small thing. Lord Moulton called it “the domain of manners” because it is literally a land, the public space, a realm. And like any realm it requires a shared anthem and flag. To reduce such things to objects of partisan controversy – whether over racist policing in Democrat cities or transgender bathrooms or anything else – is to shrink the land of manners. Which ought to be disturbing – because, as Lord Moulton put it, “The real greatness of a nation, its true civilization, is measured by the extent of this land.”

By that measure, our greatness is shriveling fast. The land of “good form appropriate in a given situation” has been encroached upon remorselessly, to the point where everything can merely be legal or illegal, and therefore to render any judgment of our own upon the merits of this or that would be presumptuous. Hence all these ridiculous discussions on the “constitutional” right of bazillionaire narcissists and their unlovely employers to shatter one of the small but critical social norms hitherto observed by all: The domain of absolute freedom (they have the right to take a knee!) nibbles away at the domain of manners from one end, and the domain of law answers (the NFL should fire them!) with a response correct in legal terms but which in itself nibbles away at the domain of manners from the other end.

For anyone who wishes to live in a civilized society where the observance of social norms can be safely assumed, this wretched business is a loss – for what remains of social cohesion, for “true civilization” and for “the real greatness of a nation”. A national anthem can be a national anthem or an opportunity for self-expression, but not both. And, if this is yet one more thing that Americans can no longer agree on, if a people lack the minimal social glue to rise reflexively when the band strikes up the first bars of “O-oh, say, can you…”, you have to wonder whether anything remains to bind us together at all.

No need to wonder much about that, actually; it’s becoming clearer by the day that this is a “nation” bound only by geography, and even that rather tenuously. In no other sense—shared values, shared goals, common interests, common dreams—does the word any longer apply at all.

Update! Remember when I said the other day that if the goons of the National Felons League weren’t out on the field making millions playing a kid’s game, they’d be out in the parking lot breaking into cars? Such an inflammatory, unfair statement, you might have thought to yourself; why, in its ugly generalization it smacks of a horrid racism that…that…ummm…

Yeah.

Did you know, that as of this writing, it’s been 24 days since an NFL player was arrested? The odds that we would go that long in between player arrests are 25 to 1! In case you were wondering, there’s an entire website dedicated to tracking all the NFL players who have been arrested.

Oops. I just checked again. It’s now been zero days since an NFL player was arrested. Thanks, Los Angeles Ram Ethan Westbrooks! Westbrooks was arrested this weekend for speeding and being in possession of an unlicensed firearm. This is the second time in bracelets this year for Westbrooks, who was arrested in March on suspicion of domestic violence (the charges were later dropped).

According to NFLArrest.com, the record span between arrests is 65 days. The average span between player arrests is seven days. The site has been tracking player arrests since 2000 and has an interactive breakdown of all the data. You can track arrests by team, date, day of the week (unsurprisingly, Saturday is most popular), player position, or type of crime.

It is important to note, as NFLArrest.com states, that NFL players are arrested at a slightly lower rate than Americans in general. One would hope, however, that the arrest rate would be significantly lower than for the general public. Given the high-profile nature of the job, the greatly heightened socioeconomic class of NFL employees, and league expectations that go along with the privilege of playing a game for a living, it is only natural to think that crime rates would drop precipitously.

And yet.

All in all, I’d say America needs the NFL and its blockheaded brats almost as much as it needs more unvetted and unassimilable Muslim immigrants. Almost, but not quite.

Updated update! David Codrea dispenses with the idea that NFL thugs have some sort of unalienable “right” to insult the people who ultimately pay their grossly-inflated salaries:

Putting on a team uniform and appearing at an event paid for by others means you’re no longer representing yourself, you’re representing those employing you.

When you accept the responsibility of representing a group, your obligation is to represent the goals and the mission of that group. As I noted in “Who Speaks for Oath Keepers?” I have a right to write about any topic I please – just not wherever I want. This is the Oath Keepers site. If I write anything not in the best interests of this organization, Stewart Rhodes and the board have the right to remove it and to boot me out.

Players would not be doing this if the enablers behind them did not find national divisiveness, increased racial agitation and cultural transformation advantageous to their interests. That team owners and the NFL have not shut down players hijacking media attention to promote their own political sentiments – sentiments that are irreconcilable with and deeply offensive to the beliefs of many Americans – speaks to the gutlessness, the lack of principle and/or the insidious motives of those supposedly running the show. If owners and the league had refused to accept such disruption the first time it happened, they would have issued a clear and unequivocal rule that if athletes want to play and keep earning millions of dollars, they’re not going to use the branding they appear under for unauthorized purposes.

All of which serves to reduce this nonexistent “right” to something more akin to an indulgence—a particularly apt term when talking about the childish, self-important antics of spoiled brats.

Via WRSA, who sums it all up nicely: “Irreconcilable differences.” That’s what it all boils down to in the end.

Update to the updated update! Codrea makes a statement above about the “enablers” seeing “national divisiveness, increased racial agitation and cultural transformation” as being “advantageous to their interests.” I submit that, if that’s the case, they’ve badly misidentified their interests, which of right ought to be nothing more than getting as many people as they can to pay attention to their sportsball games. Zman plays around with that a bit:

Of course, the zeal of NFL owners to include the girls is due to the understanding that their sport is never going to be popular with girls or sissies. Like boxing, it takes guts to play football. Anyone who played the game knows the risks, as they saw teammates carted off with broken bones or on backboards. Girls don’t like seeing that and they really don’t want their children doing it. The pinking of sports like football is an effort to distract the girls from the reality of the game so they don’t shut it down.

In a feminine society like ours, it is just a matter of time before masculine things like sports are either made girlish or relegated to the fringe. Boxing, for example, still exists, but only as a fringe sport done by foreigners. UFC has managed to gain an audience, but again, it is as a renegade activity, done underground and on pay-per-view. White mothers will never be taking their sons to UFC camp. They can tolerate martial arts, just as long as it is white boys in bathrobes, safely pretending to be Jackie Chan.

This is why football is so much trouble. Peak professional football was probably a dozen years ago. It was around then that white mothers, especially divorced middle-class mothers, started turning against youth football. They did not want their little baby being run over by black kids. That’s why the concussion hysteria gained traction. It’s a ready made excuse for pulling the white kids out of football, that lets white women pretend it is not racism driving their decision. After all, they loved Will Smith in the concussion movie!

It’s why the NFL’s decision to let their blacks kneel during the anthem is going to be a disaster for them. The owners signed off on it thinking it added drama and would therefore draw in girls, because girls and girly-men like drama. Instead, those kneeling black players are a stark reminder to white women that the sport of football is for violent black men, not nice suburban white boys. Youth participation in football is collapsing and this will only serve to accelerate it. The NFL has now made football anti-white and un-American.

The root cause is not the inherent danger of playing sports like football. The root is the same as it is for everything in the current crisis. The feminization of the West is turning politics into a never ending soap opera for no purpose than the perpetuation of petty gripes among the participants. Nothing gets done, because girls don’t care about deeds. They care about attention.

Hoo boy, the gals ain’t gonna like THAT one little bit.

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Poor, poor dear

Just a quick little fisking, no biggie.

MSNBC reporter Katy Tur writes in her new book that she could feel “bile in the back of my throat” upon hearing Donald Trump had won the presidency in 2016.

In her book Unbelievable recounting her time covering Trump’s stunning presidential run, Tur describes feeling disoriented, nauseous, and fearful that Trump would not respect term limits after learning he had defeated Hillary Clinton, the Hill reported Wednesday.

“The room goes wavy. My stomach churns,” Tur says. “I can feel the bile in the back of my throat.”

“I’ve heard him insult a war hero,

Umm, not exactly, no. He said something slightly insensitive about John McCain, which is no way no how the same thing. And since when did you “liberal” types develop the slightest warm regard for war heroes anyway? Beyond calling them babykillers and spitting on them at airports, I mean.

brag about grabbing women by the pussy,

Yeah, in a clandestinely-recorded private shit-talk session which mirrors the ones men have among themselves each and every day, wherein they say the exact same sort of thing or worse—none of which means anything at all, and certainly doesn’t come anywhere near rising to the level of sexual assault, as some of you feeble hysterics tried to claim.

denigrate the judicial system,

Which is eminently denigratable, actually.

demonize immigrants,

Nope; didn’t “demonize” anybody, and they ain’t “immigrants.” They’re illegal aliens, and therefore, by definition, criminals. They have no right to be here and have no just expectation of anything other than deportation, which is all Trump ever said about them, really.

fight with the pope,

Uhhh….whuuuh? I missed that one entirely. Not that this sorry excuse for a Pope couldn’t use a good rap upside his empty head to knock some sense into him, mind. But again: since when did you libtards start getting all hot and bothered and Expressing Concern over anybody picking fights, verbal or otherwise, with the Pope? Or any other Christian, for that matter?

Oh, that’s right; this one is a commie, so you people like him just fine. It’s not so much that Trump “fought with the Pope,” as that he fought with THIS Pope, whom you expect to endorse abortion, transgenderism, and the supremacy of Islam any day now, and have therefore all clasped to your bosom as a matter of the usual political expediency rather than any respect for the Catholic faith. My bad.

doubt the democratic process,

Yeah, after being baited into it by gotcha questions from the “liberal” media. Which process is eminently doubtful, by the way, being rife with corruption and fraud which is dealt out almost entirely by your side.

advocate torture and war crimes,

Waterboarding and certain other enhanced interrogation techniques are neither torture nor war crimes.

tout the size of his junk in a presidential debate,

Again, after being baited into it, by a losing candidate who mentioned the size of Trump’s hands as a means to an innuendo. And it was all just joking around anyway, ferchrissakes. Lighten up, for heaven’s sake.

trash the media,

And if ever there was a US institution that deserved a good trashing…couldn’t have happened to a nicer bunch of assholes, if you ask me, and I’d be damned pleased to see a whole lot more of it.

and endanger my life,” Tur continued.

Oh, boo fucking hoo. “Endanger your life”—HOW, exactly? Sorry, but I’m gonna need some specifics on that one, cupcake. And should you be able to produce any, which we both know you can’t, I’m pretty sure such a thing would amount to an actionable crime, and you ought to be dialing 911 instead of whimpering in public over it. Calling you and your fellow propagandists out on your partisan bullshit and endless assaults against Trump (over 90% of stories about him during the campaign and since have been negative, which tells the story all by itself) does NOT constitute “endangering your life.”

After all that weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth, I’m beginning to think this delicate flower ain’t near tough enough for a career in journalism. She seems about ready to collapse in a weeping heap at the slightest provocation.

Yeah, okay, I had plenty of fun batting that prim little milksop around, but there’s a slightly more serious point to be made, and Ace sarcastically makes it:

These journ0lismists are so amazingly professional, nearly superhuman in their ability to separate their political and emotional selves from the priestly work of writing down things other people say.

It cannot be questioned that anything Tur might have to “report” about Trump is completely true and unbiased, for she is of the Priestly Caste, Journ0lismist Sect, and was taught in a 4 credit class in Journ0lisming School how to separate the ego from the transcendental mind and attain perfect harmonious oneness with the universe where the self dissolves and the observer becomes indistinguishable from the observed.

Of course we all already know the answer to this question anyway, but I’m a-gonna ask: Is there anybody at all out there who could believe for a moment that this twink and her fellows could possibly be capable of objectively reporting…well, anything?

And if so, may I ask why, exactly?

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And THESE cupcakes are the people who are going to take our country from us by force?

Okay, they’ve gone way beyond merely pathetic at this point.

A Greek Life retreat at the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss) was promptly cancelled this weekend after a banana peel was found hanging in a tree.

“To be clear, many members of our community were hurt, frightened, and upset by what occurred at IMPACT,” Interim Director of Fraternity and Sorority Life Alexa Lee Arndt remarked in an email between Greek leaders, according to The Daily Mississippian. “Because of the underlying reality many students of color endure on a daily basis, the conversation manifested into a larger conversation about race relations today at the University of Mississippi.”

Yeah, an “underlying reality” that must surely include being taunted by every white person they ever encountered or heard tell of as watermelon-eating, fried-chicken-chasing ape-men—darkies who are most likely tormented more by the absence of a banana in that peel rather than the empty, discarded peel itself and whatever delusion it represents to them. I mean, I know that’s the sort of thing I always assume about them thar “people of color,” at least.

Idiots.

There’s only one little problem for the hypersensitive little twinkies:

Apparently, student Ryan Swanson admitted to discarding the banana peel in a tree after he was unable to locate a garbage can, and it was later spotted by Alpha Kappa Alpha President Makala McNeil, who leads one of the campuses historically black sororities.

“The overall tone was heavy. I mean, we were talking about race in Mississippi and in the Greek community so there’s a lot involved,” McNeil recalled, later adding that she and her friend were “all just sort of paranoid for a second” after spotting the banana.

After word of the banana spread throughout the retreat, leaders decided to end the event early. Arndt explained that she “felt it was imperative to provide space immediately to students affected by this incident.”

Oh, good God. Note to overly delicate, mollycoddled American Negroes like these self-absorbed children: Get over yourdamnedselves already, you fucking feeble freaks. My sarcastic and intentionally offensive riposte above aside, the truth is that white people don’t care about your neuroses; white people spend very little time even thinking about you at all, and certainly aren’t spending their every waking moment plotting ways to insult you, assault you, and freak you out over meaningless trivia. Trust me, white people are perfectly content to leave you the hell alone and let you get on with your day, as they want to be left alone to get on with theirs.

A little harsh reality: yes, there are indeed an insignificant handful of white people who DO fret themselves over their own neuroses about black people; there are also those who don’t like Asians, Jews, Hispanics, New Yorkers, Canadians, or (probably) Eskimos. These people are never going to be your brothers, no matter what you do or how hard you try.

However, I assure you most sincerely: absolutely none of the rest of us—the HUGE majority—give a shit about them, and don’t waste any time bothering ourselves about anything they might do or say. They have absolutely NO institutional power in this country; they haven’t for decades, and our national past notwithstanding (which is not significantly different in this regard than that of almost any other country or society you could name) they never will again. Their opinions matter to no one but themselves. There will always be a handful of them around, sure, and there’s not one damned thing you, I, or anybody else can do about that. I recommend you ignore them, just like the overwhelming majority of the rest of us do. They will then fade into just so much background noise. I promise you, you’ll be a whole lot happier for it, and you won’t end up making yourselves look nearly so foolish, hysterical, and weak in the future as you assuredly do right now.

And a necessary word about that darker past: the people who lived in those times (and, yes, systematically oppressed and mistreated people “of color,” along with plenty of lighter-complected sorts as well) were acting in accordance with the universally-accepted standards of the era. They also believed that leeches were a good treatment for all sorts of diseases; did not understand anything at all about bacterial and viral infection; did not have air conditioning, electricity, indoor plumbing, deodorant, or toothpaste. They had to make their own soap. If they wanted chicken for dinner, they had to chase it down and wring its neck themselves, then pluck it, dress it, and cook it, sometimes over an open fire (my own grandmother did this). They did not have access to cars, supermarkets, Wal Mart, motorized lawnmowers, the internet, or cell phones. In fact, many of them didn’t have phones at all. A now-shockingly large percentage of the women died in childbirth; many of their children didn’t survive past the age of five. Diseases that we now consider little more than a minor nuisance were life-threatening then; a toothache or common stomach bug could be a death sentence, and quite often was. The average life expectancy for them was about half what it is now.

They weren’t evil, or most of them weren’t. They were just ignorant. Just as future generations will likely feel we are now, about all kinds of things we can’t even begin to imagine.

The drudgery, difficulty, and danger they faced every minute of their daily existence was incomprehensible to us now; their acceptance of those difficulties and their determination to just get on with it ought to be instructive and inspirational to every one of us. Judging those people by our own standards, therefore, is foolish, unfair, and unhelpful. It is a mistake, and a peculiarly petty one—not least because it leads us to disdain our forebears, who can’t be fairly said to have been wrong about everything, and whose every idea should not be dismissed because of a few outdated or unenlightened ones they hadn’t quite gotten figured out yet.

The thing too many of our present-day whiny losers seem to prefer to forget, deny, or not even to know: IT’S NOT LIKE THAT ANYMORE. It truly isn’t. Things are different now. Very much so. The people whose distant and long-dead ancestors were slaves here whining as if they themselves were currently enslaved ought to:

  1. Reflect for a single fucking moment that there are plenty of countries—most of them in or near Africa, most of them run by Muslims—where chattel slavery is still accepted practice
  2. Grow a pair and give thanks they don’t live in any of those places
  3. Shut the fucking fuck up already

Alternatively, you could all go right on making yourselves look like pussified jackasses, weeping bitter, salty tears and having a psychotic break over a fucking discarded banana peel. Believe me, if some one of the handful of real white racists out there wanted to insult you, they aren’t going to be oblique or subtle about it, and there won’t be much room for any mistaken interpretations of the event. You’re going to know it, and won’t have to make any labored assumptions about what they’re doing or why they’re doing it.

Until then, let’s just all take a breath and calm down, ‘kay? We’ll deal with that if and when we come to it, and in the meantime your silly-assed assumptions about how all white people must surely feel about you have a certain whiff of, umm, racism to them, to be blunt. These little tantrums aren’t helping anybody…least of all yourselves. To tell the truth, we’re all more embarrassed for you than anything else at this point.

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Notzis

Warhol had it wrong: in America, everyone will be a Nazi for fifteen minutes, instead of famous.

Apparently this New York property developer with a Jewish daughter, a TV celebrity who has been a household name since the eighties, is a Nazi. Who knew?

Of course, nobody believes Trump is a Nazi: if they did, they’d not be writing articles in papers using their own names calling him a Nazi, they’d be shitting themselves with fear. The Nazi label is simply the latest attempt to pin something on Trump which they hope will bring about enough pressure to get him to resign or be forced from office. We’ve had misogyny, taxes, and collusion with Russia and none of them worked, so they’ve gone with Trump’s a Nazi. Trump’s opponents are simply lurching from one baseless accusation to another in the hope the American public will at some point agree on one of them and turf him from office. They then assume everything will go back to how it was, with nice Republicans like Mitt Romney losing elections (while being called a Nazi) to an exotic Democrat who will focus on transgender bathrooms and global warming.

The way things are going, it wouldn’t surprise me if they succeed in preventing Trump seeing out his term. If this happens, many people will be absolutely ecstatic because they genuinely think this is all about Trump. It still staggers me the number of supposedly intelligent people who claim to follow politics and think that Trump is responsible for the social disintegration we’re seeing across America. Almost nobody from the chattering classes has bothered to identify and understand the political forces that plucked Trump from the primaries and propelled him to the White House, nor the rot that has set into the established political parties in the US which played an equally important role.

They can’t afford to, being part of the rot themselves. Their real problem is that those of us in the Fed Up Class aren’t going away, and we’re all done rolling over for them. Let them do away with Trump if they can; as Newman says, then we’ll really give them something to cry about.

(Via VP)

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Doorbells? DOORBELLS?

Seriously? I mean, seriously?

These delicate little neurotics are afraid of fucking doorbells now?

Damned if I’da told it.

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

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

Um. “Terrifying”? Really? Good Lord.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I repeat: good Lord.

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Let’s take down all the things!

The source of the problem: this right here.

I visited Mount Rushmore in the summer of 2015, and it’s nothing like Abe Lincoln squatting on his (recently vandalized) throne or George Washington’s phallus towering over everything in DC. Instead, Rushmore is a testament to the human ability to conquer nature in our own image. Standing in front of it conjured feelings of both wonder and disgust in me. Obviously, Washington and Thomas Jefferson were remarkable individuals who helped usurp British rule in America and, eventually, establish a new empire. But they also enslaved their fellow man, committing special kinds of inhumane acts that should never be confined to footnotes. Unfortunately, that is exactly how those troublesome truths are treated when you face the awesome grandeur of Rushmore, a monument so incredible it obscures the multifaceted nature of these old dudes, transmogrifying them from individuals with a capacity both for greatness and evil into pure American deities.

Another news flash for this whining dolt: the world is an imperfect place, filled with imperfect people. So by all means, let’s dwell on the bad over the good, and make sure everyone is as miserable as pig-ignorant twats like this bitter little boy. We should also make sure that we judge another era by the standards of our own. That’s definitely a formula for real progress and happiness.

In case you’re wondering, I don’t think Barack Obama should be lionized with some sort of larger-than-life monument, either. While he is a man who embodies so many of the dreams I had for this nation as a child, he has also committed acts I absolutely abhor. His embrace of aerial drone strikes, especially in nations like Somalia, was extremely disheartening for both their attendant civilian casualties and the shaky legal framework in which they were committed. His expansion of surveillance programs that sprawled under George W. Bush could theoretically now be used by the Trump administration to stymie movements like Black Lives Matter, which is comprised of people actually doing work to make this nation more equitable.

Yeah, right—by looting, burning, pillaging, and assaulting innocent bystanders and passersby. And every bit of it based on the goddamnable lie of Ferguson and the fairy tale of the “Gentle Giant”—you remember, the vicious thug who tried to murder a cop after robbing a bodega and thankfully got his worthless ass shot instead.

It’s hard to be critical of a system when that system becomes an article of faith, filled with myths (the cherry tree), deities (Founding Fathers), and notions of salvation (the City on a Hill).

It’s a damned sight harder when one side—the neo-Marxist side, completely and irretrievably immersed in its arrogance-in-ignorance—dispenses entirely with the quaint old notion of freedom of speech for all and decides to arrogate to itself alone the right to express its beliefs openly, and to enforce despotism and intolerance under threat of mindless violence.

Trump and his white supremacist cohorts believe the reverence some Americans have for these statues is simply respect for history, and that tearing them down is tantamount to ripping pages out of a textbook.

And he’s right. That’s exactly what it is, fuckface, and there’s a reason why it’s the first thing simple-minded commie twats like you do…right before they seize the guns. Which, y’know, try it, shithead. Just come and fucking take them. Any time you feel up to it.

But monuments built by the state are not history—they manifestations of power. They don’t tell you who, what, why, or how something happened. Instead, they just inform you who’s in control. This is even true with the Confederate statues, even though the South lost the war.

Um…uhhh…oh, to hell with it. It makes as much as anything else dropping from this ignoramus’s piehole, really.

With the president of the United States basically justifying neo-Nazism, it seems unthinkable that we will ever see a day when there is a serious push to blow up Rushmore and other monuments like it. But if that moment ever arrives, I suspect I’d be onboard.

Uh huh. And when you do, we’ll be ready for you…locked, loaded, and drawing a painstaking bead. Careful what you wish for there, punk.

But hey, maybe there’s something to all this hateful drivel after all. Maybe he does in fact have a point about our monuments, our treasured history. So yeah, let’s do it; let’s tear down every last statue and monument in the country. But I mean all of them. Let’s do away with the Martin Luther King memorials, too, in Atlanta, DC, and elsewhere. Let’s rename every last Martin Luther King Blvd in dangerous ghettos across the nation and change them all back to whatever they were.

While we’re at it, let’s also ban all those Che T-shirts you see idiots like this guy sporting, and make possessing one a crime punishable by some serious jail time. Likewise, anything and everything commemorating Rosa Parks, Lenin, Stalin, FDR, and anybody else we can think of. Let’s declare expressing any political opinion at all a “hate crime,” one carrying some stiff punishment with it. If we’re gonna do this, we ain’t gonna do it halfway.

But actually, no, I have a better proposal, and unlike the previous bit, I am absolutely serious about this one. I mean, blacks are fourteen percent of the population, and that includes the decent folks along with wastes of flesh like this guy. Why on earth would the huge majority in this country agree to deny itself the monuments that remind us all of who we were, of our shared history, warts and all, and let a bunch of self-righteous dullards render our public spaces into the kind of grey, dismal, uninspiring and oppressive prisons found all over the old Soviet Union? Why on earth would we ever agree to roll over and let worthless douchebags like this have their way with us?

So I suggest we instead offer whining, half-bright little oxygen thieves like this guy a choice: if you’re black, and you still insist on clinging to a destructive and delusional fantasy of victimhood, re-fighting the long-ended war that freed your forebears from slavery—a condition neither you nor anybody you know nor anybody you ever met nor any relative in living memory ever experienced for even one second, but which still exists today in many parts of the world, including your precious “Motherland,” you stupid fuck—you get a one-way ticket to the African shitpit of your choice, courtesy of the US taxpayer. If you decline that dubious privilege, you agree to shut your fucking mouth about all the supposed “sins”—real, imagined, or made up—of this country.

No need to thank us, halfwit. Just take your winning ticket and get the fuck out. Don’t let the door hit you in the etc, you ungrateful little bitch. Get thee gone, and blight our nation no more. And may you have joy of your choice.

We could do the same with Lefty excrescences generally, come to think of it. Give ’em all the opportunity to emigrate to the socialist hellhole of their choice: Venezuela, Cuba, China, wherever. The one non-negotiable condition: you don’t get to come back here. Ever. Not for any reason. No do-overs, no second chances. You hate capitalism and want to live in a “worker’s paradise,” do you? Fine; take on off, there are plenty to choose from. Go, and leave real Americans alone.

Yes, the taxpayers will pay for it, and cheerfully, I suspect. We’ll even make it a ticket for a first-class fare; being rid of these sniveling parasites for good would be a bargain at any price.

Anybody still think it’s possible to reason with people like this? That it’s even desirable? Or that we have any real obligation to try?

if so, may I ask why, exactly?

(Via Ed)

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Bitch bitch bitch

This marks the first time in a long while that I’ve linked to or even looked at a piece from the NeverTrump-crazed fever swamp at NRO. But what the hell, it’s a good one.

Will the horror never end? Can Newark ever catch a break? The questions are implied in a New York Times piece this week headlined with a lament from one city resident that Whole Foods, which opened its Newark branch in late winter, is “not for us.” Newark’s population is only one-fourth white, and it seems obvious that the sentiment being expressed here, as well as the use of the word “gentrification,” are what in other contexts might be called “racial dog whistles.”

The Times frets that it’s a “tense moment” and that development is happening “unevenly” in Newark, that only certain neighborhoods have benefited so far. No doubt this is correct. You might think a paper based in New York would be aware of another city where development occurred in an uneven pattern. The Upper West Side gentrified in the 1980s, Times Square in the mid 1990s, the Lower East Side in the late 1990s, Williamsburg and Greenpoint, Brooklyn, in the 2000s. Harlem and Bedford-Stuyvesant are gentrifying as we speak. It takes a while to renovate a city.

Whole Foods is plainly worried that in Newark the shiitake might hit the fan. Its Newark page is an amusing plea to be welcomed into the community and a promise to prove its goodwill by handing out large checks. It emphasizes that it “will offer funding between $5,000 and $15,000 to each selected organization…in all five wards of Newark,” moving on to tell shoppers that it offers “Detroit style pizza” and hot dogs and then returning to note one more time that “We believe in the importance of giving back to our Newark community! We donate regularly to local nonprofits and schools to better serve our neighborhood and local causes.” Please don’t hate us for doing business in your city.

Whole Foods is wise to open up the checkbook of outreach given the deep suspicion that accompanies improvement in America’s less affluent cities. Let’s recap the slate of urban worries on the left. “Food deserts,” meaning a lack of availability of fresh food (or a lack of market demand for it), are bad. The opening of a gigantic store dedicated to selling healthy comestibles and produce, though, is also bad.

Such thoughts are not restricted to the fringe. Ta-Nehisi Coates, perhaps the most revered thinker on black life in America, advances them in his National Book Award winning memoir-cum-manifesto Between the World and Me. When white people started moving into his neighborhood, he felt this way: “I saw white parents pushing double-wide strollers down gentrifying Harlem boulevards in T-shirts and jogging shorts…their sons commanded entire sidewalks with their tricycles. The galaxy belonged to them, and as terror was communicated to our children, I saw mastery communicated to theirs.” Spike Lee compared the gentrification of Fort Greene, Brooklyn, where he grew up, to genocide after someone called the police to complain about his musician father playing late at night. Cornel West equated gentrification with “land-grabbing” and “power-grabbing,” and in an interview with AlterNet he denounced Harlem as “49 percent vanilla” as white people have moved in to “leave precious and poor working people dangling with very little for a place to go.” In his very next comment, he deplored the large number of abandoned buildings in places like Philadelphia as a result of “neoliberal hegemony.”

What a nightmare it must be to be a “liberal,” what with all this misery over a damned grocery store opening in the blighted hell of Newark. Of course, it must be admitted that the poverty-stricken Negro wards of the State doing most of the complaining in the NYT’s piece aren’t entirely wrong, either: they won’t be able to afford to shop there; it isn’t likely that many of them will be qualified to get jobs there, assuming any interest on their part in the first place, which assumption would probably be a stretch. And yes, it will herald the coming of a mass of white hipster douchebags, who will displace at least some of them from their squalid ghettos and force them to seek government-subsidized housing elsewhere, which they will then proceed to destroy as usual.

On the other hand, they’ll have plenty of hapless, defenseless white folks to prey on, instead of having to content themselves with robbing, stabbing, and shooting each other. Those wealthy gentrifiers will be worth robbing too, and will have access to better-quality recreational drugs, so the overall standard of living will thereby be raised.

But what’s perhaps most pathetic about the whole thing is Whole Foods’ piteous groveling as demonstrated above, trying to win not just the approval of their caterwauling, whiny customers but a measure of forbearance from the eternally resentful and potentially violent ghetto denizens as well. Necessary, of course, and they’re wise to do it; it shows they understand the bitchy mindset of their customer base all too well, and are, shall we say, “woke” to the threat a shithole like Newark breeds like a swamp does mosquitos.

I’m sympathetic to Whole Foods more than anybody here, I guess; certainly I’m sympathetic to the employees of the Newark store, who will be mugged, carjacked, and murdered after leaving work pretty routinely. But all in all, I’d have to say they all deserve each other, the NYT included.

(Via Glenn)

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A plague of locusts

They fouled their own nest. Now they’re coming to foul yours.

Last year, three states in the Northeast — New Jersey, New York and Connecticut — landed in the top five places people were moving out of fastest, according to 2017 data from United Van Lines. (The other two states on the list were Illinois and Kansas.) And data from Pew Charitable Trusts found that while people are all about moving to the South (their population grew by nearly 1.4 million people from 2014 to 2015) and the West (866,000 more people), the population growth in the Northeast is “sluggish.”

The Northeastern exodus is particularly acute in many big cities like New York City. Since 2010, more than 1 million people have moved from the New York area — which includes parts of New Jersey, Connecticut and Long Island — to other parts of the country.

So why are so many Northerners packing their bags?

Three guesses, only one of which involves the harsh winters—a direct result of global warming, no doubt.

Either way, they’re coming, and your hometown will never be the same. Even worse, coming right along with them will be hordes of neurotic “liberal” harpies obsessed with their physical attractiveness.

For Zoë Barry, feeling attractive in New York was an impossible feat. The 32-year-old, who grew up in Stuy Town and attended an all-girls private school, says her self-esteem was slowly sapped by the city’s sky-high beauty standards. “As a woman, you’re never enough,” says the sporty 5-foot-6 CEO. “I was never tall enough or slim enough. It grates on you after a while — that pressure to be a walking mannequin.”

So Barry pulled a confidence-boosting move that more and more New Yorkers are considering lately: She fled NYC for a city that actually appreciates her.

“A bruised ego is a very common New York syndrome,” says Upper East Side psychologist Kathryn Smerling. “There’s always someone who’s going to be better-looking or have nicer clothes than you. It’s a perennial quest for perfection.”

Manhattan-based psychotherapist Jonathan Alpert says the trickle-down effect is especially painful when it comes to looks — and finding love. “It’s not uncommon to feel overwhelmed,” he says. “New York City creates an underlying push not just to keep up with the Joneses but outdo them. This makes it very difficult for people to feel good about themselves. Leaving is definitely on the increase.”

Even conventionally gorgeous women risk getting swapped out by spoiled men.

If you click on over to the article and peruse the accompanying photos, you’ll see that not one of these women is “conventionally gorgeous,” or anything like it. There’s nothing at all wrong with them, mind, except for their neurosis about their looks, and the accompanying lack of self-esteem. They’re perfect ordinary women, in truth: not gorgeous, not ugly, just…kinda plain.

But see, that’s the way it is with beauty: its value is entirely due to its rarity. No, girls, you’re not all beautiful; if you were, the word “beautiful” would of necessity mean something entirely different, and we’d need to find another descriptor for those few of us whose looks are extraordinary. Moreover, in the supermodel capital of the world, well, even a truly striking woman might end up looking…well, ordinary in comparison. Like, say, the girls in the article.

All this heartache and angst is entirely the fault of “spoiled men,” of course.

Meanwhile, after soaking up all that kvetching and complaining, we Southerners are wondering if Trump could maybe be persuaded to build his big beautiful wall a bit further north than he originally planned.

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Greatest. Tweet. EVER

He’s not just living in their heads rent-free. He’s tearing the empty space between their ears the fuck down.


The backstory on this hilarious vid is worth mentioning:

In the 28-second video, Trump, in a suit and tie, is seen knocking down another man in a suit who is standing next to a wrestling ring. Trump repeatedly pummels the fallen man, whose face is covered by a superimposed CNN logo. A fake CNN logo then appears on the screen reading “FNN: Fraud News Network.”

A longer version of the video online shows that the man being beaten was World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) owner-promoter Vince McMahon, a friend of Trump’s. In that version, Trump also gets in the ring to shave McMahon’s head as part of the “The Battle of the Billionaires” at the WrestleMania 23 event.

McMahon was present at the White House in February to pose smilingly with the president when his wife Linda McMahon — a former WWE executive — was sworn in as Trump’s Small Business Administration chief.

Incredibly, the Lying Left Media twerps have the balls to whimper and whine about Trump “inciting violence” against them:

Trump has recently stepped up his attacks on the news media. Besides the crude attack on MSNBC co-hosts Joe Scarborough and Mika Brzezinski — he called her “low I.Q.” and said he had seen her bleeding after a facelift — he has specifically bashed outlets including CNN, NBC, The Washington Post and The New York Times.

Amid a torrent of criticism over his attack on Brzezinski, Trump doubled down Saturday, tweeting: “My use of social media is not Presidential – it’s MODERN DAY PRESIDENTIAL. Make America Great Again!”

Bang, zoom, nailed it right there. Back to that in a second.

With Trump’s tweets coming just weeks after a mass shooting at a congressional baseball practice, reporters on Thursday asked White House spokeswoman Sarah Huckabee Sanders whether his rhetoric might be promoting violence.

Again: incredible. They actually try to make it seem as if Trump’s “violent rhetoric” had ANYTHING AT ALL TO DO with a Democrat Socialist Bernie Bro trying to mass-murder Republicans, rather than having actually been…well, back to that in a second too.

She replied: “The president in no way, form or fashion has ever promoted or encouraged violence. If anything, quite the contrary.”

But the wrestling video prompted a wave of recriminations.

“It is a sad day when the president of the United States encourages violence against reporters,” CNN said in a statement. “Clearly, Sarah Huckabee Sanders lied when she said the president had never done so.”

CNN suggested that Trump should instead be focusing on issues like health care, tensions with North Korea and his upcoming meeting with Russian President Vladimir Putin in Hamburg, Germany.

A journalists’ group, the Reporters Committee for Freedom of the Press, roundly denounced the video. “We condemn the president’s threat of physical violence against journalists,” said a statement from the group’s executive director, Bruce Brown. “This tweet is beneath the office of the presidency. Sadly, it is not beneath this president.”

Dean Baquet, executive editor of The New York Times, said it was “unseemly” that Trump would “encourage such anger at the media.”

And Annie Lowrey, a journalist with The Atlantic magazine, tweeted: “In seriousness, I am terrified that a journalist — perhaps one of the many political reporters I know and love — is going to end up dead.”

And again: INCREDIBLE. All this sobbing and histrionic clutching of the pearls FROM THE SELFSAME PEOPLE whose “get Trump” mania, expressed with ACTUAL AND ONGOING DIRECT CALLS FOR VIOLENCE AGAINST HIM, did finally result in an attempted mass murder of Republicans by one of their own—a moron who, in perfect Democrat Socialist fashion, was thankfully so inept with firearms that he only managed to wound five innocent people after shooting fifty rounds.

But know what really keeps hitting me after all this? In slashing back vigorously against these dirty, sleazy, dishonest propagandists, Trump is doing PRECISELY WHAT WE SENT HIM TO WASHINGTON TO DO.

Think, for a moment, of what might have happened had George W Bush, instead of lying supinely back and maintaining “the dignity of the office” while the Leftymedia was savaging him with impunity, fought back against them like this instead. The American landscape might look a whole lot different by now.

Instead, Bush elected to take that illusory “high road” the Vichy GOPe natters ceaselessly about, and let them skate on their fanaticism and lack of anything resembling integrity. And with what result? The audacity and derangement of the Left has doubled and redoubled, to the point that they are now actually refusing to accept the clear results of the last election and seriously attempting a coup by any means they can contrive.

“The dignity of the office of President”? Sorry, cupcakes, ain’t been none since Clinton turned the Oval Office into his own personal Mexican whorehouse, taking advantage of a hapless, starry-eyed intern less than half his age. And not one peep did you media chancres utter over that, other than one of your putrid ilk offering to suck the Presidential (slick) willie herself.

Strong message to the Mainly Socialist Media follows:

You oozing pustules have gotten away with way too much, for way too long. You now operate not as any sort of independent group of professionals seeking only to fairly and fully report the news, but as a fully-bought-and-paid-for extension of the Democrat Socialist Party. And you’re fooling precisely no one with your half-hearted protestations of “impartiality” and “journalistic ethics.” What you’re doing, what you’ve been doing for years, bears no resemblance whatever to actual journalism; the very word itself has become a sad, bitter joke. You’re not journalists; you’re cheerleaders, and worse, you still see fit to lie about that, as if we were stupid and uninformed enough not to be able to see you for exactly what you are.

And you still can’t even begin to grasp why we like Trump, and why we voted for him. You wax hysterical about every least thing he says or does; you attack and attack and attack and attack, and expect him to take it all without a murmur of dissent, and expect those of us who have supported him all along to suddenly abandon him? Because the likes of YOU aren’t happy about him?

Sorry, but…no. Not hardly. We voted for him because we were sick of seeing the Vichy GOPe surrendering again and again without a fight. We were sick of the way you’ve denigrated and disparaged this country right along, blaming America for every least ounce of suffering the world endures, while whitewashing and pimping for hellholes like Cuba or Venezuela as if they were anything but object lessons in why your preferred program doesn’t work.

I repeat, in the faint hope that maybe it’ll somehow sink in at last with one or two of you pus-nutted blatherskites: in fighting back against you vigorously and eagerly, with every appearance of relishing the conflict, Trump is doing precisely what we sent him to Washington to do. We WANT him calling you out; we WANT him upending the established order in Washington; we WANT him not accepting his role as a second-class citizen like all the other surrender-monkey Republicans have for so long; we WANT him governing this country not by the usual legerdemain and mealy-mouthed deceit, but by taking the bull by the horns, reigning in the insidious Deep State apparatus by any means possible, and not allowing the squealing of the Ruling Class to deter or deflect him one iota.

We WANT the Swamp drained. As Swamp dwellers yourselves—leeches and parasites fit only for covering up and dissembling for your masters as they suck voraciously on the bloated Big-Government teat, unfit for useful work and unable to provide for themselves other than on the backs they’ve very nearly broken with an avalanche of laws and regulations they don’t abide by themselves—we frankly don’t give a good goddamn how you feel about that.

As for somebody committing acts of violence against you: well, tough cookies there too, assholes. It would be no more than you deserve. After having put up with violence and attacks from the Brat Left ourselves for years now—and witnessing you shamelessly display the unbelievable gall of trying to contrive a way to BLAME US FOR IT almost every time—well, if a few of you now have to take a few lumps for your insolence, your arrogance, your lying, and your openly expressed hostility to those of us who, as George Bailey so memorably said, do most of the living and the working and the paying and the dying in this country, honestly, my concern over your fate is no more than thimble-deep.

You earned our contempt, a thousand times over and then some. Even after the Alexandria shooting, you doubled down on your hatred and violent rhetoric; the few condemnations of the would-be killer offered by your side were notable only for their indifference and insincerity, which was clear as glass. The way you quickly dropped the story entirely spoke for itself; the way you’re now trying to twist it around so the blame falls on us and our President is damned near maddening, and will only serve to heighten the justified rage at and loathing for your despicable ilk.

Whatever happens to you in just retaliation…well, speaking entirely for myself, the day one of you gets beaten, stabbed, or shot by a righteous American who has finally decided he’s had a bellyful of abuse from pissants not fit to lick his shoes, you’ll probably be able to hear my spontaneous whoop of joyous celebration all the way to Pennsylvania Avenue.

I might try to stifle it just out of a sense of decency not in any way reciprocated by you. Then again, I might not.

I’d much prefer nobody get shot. But if somebody has to before you’ll wake the fuck up and realize what your job properly is, well, better you than any more of us. Sooner or later, what goes around comes around, motherfuckers.

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Purveyors of Fake News very, very upset that you know about Fake News

Sarah Huckabee Sanders lays down some hard truth. Needless to say, the liberal-media liars didn’t like it.

“News outlets get to go on day after day and cite unnamed sources, use stories without sources,” Sanders said. “You mentioned the [CNN] story, where they had to have reporters resign.”

Brian Karem, a reporter for the Sentinel newspapers — a Washington, DC-area chain — then jumped in to voice his displeasure with the rant.

“You’re inflaming everybody right here, right now, with those words,” he said, pointing out that the administration has also gotten facts wrong in the past.

“Any one of us, right, are replaceable, and any one of us if we don’t get it right, the audience has the opportunity to turn the channel or not read us,” he continued. “You have been elected to serve for four years at least.”

Karem said the press was present to “ask you questions” and that Sanders was there “to provide the answers.”

“And what you just did is inflammatory to people all over the country who look at it and say, ‘See, once again, the president is right, and everybody out here is fake media,'” he continued. “And everybody in this room is only trying to do their job.”

“ANY ONE of us” is replaceable? EVERY DAMNED ONE OF YOU is eminently replaceable, and very much deserving of it, too. As for “doing your job,” that ain’t the problem. The problem is with what you deceitful shills consider your jobs to be; it ain’t anything resembling actual journalism, that’s for sure. That’s what’s truly inflammatory, and it’s why the popularity and trustworthiness ranking for the Fakestream Media has nosedived to somewhere slightly above members of Congress and well below used car salesmen—and why that ranking will go right on augering in until it rips right through the Earth’s core and resurfaces in China.

Whine all you like about it, Karem, but your real problem begins and ends with the fact that we’re onto you now, and you’ll never be able to fool us again.

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I may not know art…

But I know I just LOVE this.

In 1989, the sculptor Arturo Di Modica placed a huge statue of a “Charging Bull” right in front of the New York Stock Exchange on Wall Street. The bull symbolized financial optimism and prosperity, but then in March of this year, the investment firm State Street Global Advisors (SSgA) commissioned “Fearless Girl,” a statue that changed the meaning of the bull. In protest this weekend, sculptor Alex Gardega responded with a statue of his own.

“I decided to build this dog and make it crappy to downgrade the statue, exactly how the girl is a downgrade on the bull,” Gardega told The New York Post. The artist poo-pooed the “Fearless Girl” statue, which many have taken as a symbol of feminism.

“This is corporate nonsense,” Gardega told The Post. “It has nothing to do with feminism, and it is disrespect to the artist that made the bull. That bull had integrity.”

His statue, entitled “Pissing Pug,” took aim directly at “Fearless Girl,” specifically at her left leg.

And the libtards responded exactly as you would expect: with their usual grim, OUTRAGED!™ PC humorlessness. Which just makes it even more delicious.

“Forget artistic integrity. If you put a statue of a dog peeing on a little girl, you’re a huge asshole,” tweeted a social media editor at TED Talks.

It isn’t peeing on a little girl, shrieker. It’s peeing on a statue representing your cuntish little political statement; it was designed to do nothing more than send your delicate ass into frothing fantods, it worked beautifully, and plenty of us think that’s totally hilarious. Leave it to our old bud Iowahawk, a/k/a David Burge, to nail them to the cross:

By far the best response came from David Burge. “I am so angry Imma make a Fearless Flea for the Urinating Dog peeing on the Fearless Girl blocking the Charging Bull,” he jokingly tweeted.

Heh. As always, juiceless, joyless, hysterical Progressivists can’t help but prove the very point being made by those mocking them.

They just keep right on losing, again and again and again. And they can’t for the life of them figure out why.

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What desperation looks like

It’s wafting off them like a bad, bad funk.

The Democrats and their accomplices in the Republican Party have peddled the vast left-wing conspiracy that the president and Vladimir Putin “colluded” with one another in the months leading up to Election Day since late last summer.

Though I have already spilled exponentially more ink on this topic than it deserves, a few more syllables can’t hurt.  

Julian Assange insists that there was no “hacking” of DNC emails, that a Democratic Party insider (undoubtedly a discontented Bernie Sanders supporter) leaked them. Nevertheless, even assuming, for argument’s sake, that Russians are guilty on this score, the Russophobic war mongers in the Democrat and Republican parties want for us to think that by way of arranging for Wikileaks to make public their contents, Putin enabled Trump to win 30 of 50 states and more than 2,600 of America’s 3,100 counties—including 220 or so counties that voted for Obama in 2012.  

If only Putin hadn’t intervened, Clinton would be president right now and Trump would have lost by the 12 points or so that all of the “experts,” as recently as days before Election Day, assured us would be the outcome.

The vast left-wing conspiracists also want for us to overlook that if their insinuations are correct, this convicts Barack Obama and his party of gross incompetence. Given their expressions of certitude until the 11th hour that Clinton would clean Trump’s clock, they clearly had no clue that a hostile foreign power was “undermining” the integrity of our electoral process right under their collective nose.

How, on their watch, was Putin able to sabotage their electoral prospects and subvert the votes of the nearly 60 million or so Deplorables who, according to the (il)logic of the conspiracy theory, would otherwise have voted for Clinton?

Yet, somehow, Putin and the buffoon “colluded” so as to make all of this happen.

Second, even the most toxic among Trump’s nemeses, like the contemptible Maxine Waters, acknowledges that, to date, there is zero evidence of any “collusion” between the President and Putin.

If a despicable moron like Maxine Waters—who really ought to be cleaning hotel rooms somewhere or running a drive-thru window, although she’d barely be qualified to do even that—can’t even make your case for you, well, you ain’t got much of a case.

Ahh, but does it get even better, you ask? See for yourself:

And this brings us to our final point: Much more plausible than the conspiracy that Putin “colluded” with Trump is the theory that Putin and Obama had been colluding for years.

And he makes a damned fine case for that, too, although you may find his closer somewhat surprising. I’d submit that rather than colluding with Putin, Obama was played like a cheap fiddle by him instead. He had Putin run rings around his stupid, arrogant ass in the exact same way Trump is now running rings around his Democrat Socialist colleagues and their Republicrat co-conspirators. He was in over his empty head with Putin, and Putin was no doubt laughing at him the whole while he was in office, just as most every other world leader was…and just as we’re laughing at them now.

Either way, this is a truly enjoyable piece, there’s plenty more of it, and you’ll be glad you read every word.

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IMPEACH TRUMP NOW!!!

Well, that’s it. They’ve finally convinced me, and I’m done with Trump. He has to go; this is a bridge too far for even me.

The waiters know well Trump’s personal preferences. As he settles down, they bring him a Diet Coke, while the rest of us are served water, with the Vice President sitting at one end of the table. With the salad course, Trump is served what appears to be Thousand Island dressing instead of the creamy vinaigrette for his guests. When the chicken arrives, he is the only one given an extra dish of sauce. At the dessert course, he gets two scoops of vanilla ice cream with his chocolate cream pie, instead of the single scoop for everyone else. The tastes of Pence are also tended to. Instead of the pie, he gets a fruit plate.

Follows, a truly pathetic freak-out which not only includes the usual deranged and butt-hurt liberal sore losers, but also the neo-“conservative” likes of David Frum and the execrable Jennifer Rubin, who characterizes Trump based on this latest hairball yakked up by the Insane Left as “a man unable to restrain his urges.” I’ll let Bre Payton handle the obvious response to such dementia:

This brings me to the obvious question: WHO CARES? Who cares if the president’s waitstaff are able to anticipate his preferences and have a Diet Coke or a second scoop of ice cream ready? That’s called good customer service! The White House waitstaff serve Trump nearly every day, so of course they know what kind of dressing he likes on his salad or what his beverage of choice is. And why are we all assuming that the other dinner guests couldn’t just ask for another scoop of ice cream if they wanted it? I have a hard time imagining the White House kitchen staff denying someone more dessert.

But that’s not how the inside-the-Beltway folk see it.

Well, naturally not. They’re incapable of seeing anything other than a curtain of purest blood-red when it comes to anything Trump says, does, or attempts.

And that’s the beauty of it, see. He’s got the Beltway cattle in full stampede now, and in true bovine fashion they’re lowing and bawling in confusion and fear as they run they know not where just as hard and fast as their spindly legs will carry them. May their hysteria continue to blind them to the reality that they’re being carefully driven…right off a cliff.

May they continue to find themselves unable to contain their raving madness, and may the sane population see it unleashed in all its repellent pathos. And may that stupid, ignorant, stupid, incompetent, stupidstupidSTUPID swine Trump continue to run rings around their asses, until their options are reduced, literally, to: A) shit, or B) go blind.

Two scoops of ice cream, instead of just one. My God, it’s like Watergate, or the Holocaust, or something. Clearly, the man is unfit to be President.

Heh. I’ll say it again: Most. Fun. Presidency. EVER.

(Via Ace)

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Trump fires liberal hate-object Comey, just as they’ve been demanding for months; liberals OUTRAGED!

Okay, now it’s just becoming funny.


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Ace has captured all the frothing hilarity, including this bit, wherein noted BirkenstockCon David Frum chokes on his own, umm, cuck:

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Uhh, well, no, actually, it isn’t. Trump being the duly elected head of state and all, it’s pretty much impossible by definition for him to launch any sort of coup. Well, unless you consider his exercising his right to fire an underling a “coup”—or, more to the point, unless you consider the Deep State inviolable, untouchable, and beyond the exercise of any influence or supervision at all by a mere elected representative of the American people. Thanks for playing and all, but you might want to brush up a little on exactly what kind of country this is supposed to be. Yeah, we’re pretty far removed from it at this point, but some of us still cling to the old ideals, and hope to see at least some of them restored someday. Trump’s letter notifying the blithering incompetent Comey tells the story:

Dear Director Comey:

I have received the attached letters from the Attorney General and Deputy Attorney General of the United States recommending your dismissal as the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. I have accepted their recommendation and you are hereby terminated and removed from office, effective immediately.

While I greatly appreciate you informing me, on three separate occasions, that I am not under investigation, I nevertheless concur with the judgment of the Department of Justice that you are not able to effectively lead the Bureau.

It is essential that we find new leadership for the FBI that restores public trust and confidence in its vital law enforcement mission.

I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.

Donald J. Trump

Comey, let’s not forget, is the guy who introduced the idea that a crime committed without evident “intent” to commit a crime is somehow no longer a crime; I’d like to see how that works out for me next time I get a speeding ticket because I was idling along not paying close enough attention to how fast I was driving, or am caught breaking some law I never even knew existed. I’ll be sure to use the Comey Argument when the arresting officer reminds me that “ignorance of the law is no excuse.”

I’m guessing I already know how far that will get me.

But the best part of all is the shrieking outrage from everydamned Leftard in the nation over this. Last week they were calling for Comey’s head for costing Her Herness the election; now giving him his pink slip is high treason, an atrocity, a “coup.”

Which just makes it all the more clear that no matter what Trump does, they’re going to lapse into full-on hysterical screaming fantods. If he unilaterally repealed the Constitution, seized all private business and industry for the government, instituted full-bore single-payer healthcare, and declared us the Socialist Republic of Amerikastan, they’d suddenly discover a new affection for the benefits of free-market capitalism and Constitutionally-protected liberty.

And that’s the beauty of all this, see. Trump has them so discombobulated, so blinded by their mindless hatred of him, that they’re no longer capable of maintaining their focus on their long-time goal of dragging the country as far as possible into the Leftist morass. All they can manage at this point is a reflexive opposition to Trump himself. He’s kind of like freedom’s lightning rod now; as long as they’re so fanatically focused on him, maybe they’ll leave everything else they’re usually fucking with alone, for at least a little while.

Yeah, I know, I know, wishful thinking. I mean, they can’t possibly maintain this extreme level of freaked-out insanity for much longer, can they?

Can they?

Update! Just a reminder for President Trump: No time like the present to get busy on cleaning the rest of Obama’s rats out of the nest, sir. May Comey wind up being merely a good start; there’s no compelling reason to leave even one Obama appointee drawing a federal paycheck for any longer than you absolutely must. Drain that damned swamp, Donald.

Updated update! Adams analyzes:

The news coverage of Comey’s firing has become excellent entertainment. This is the biggest cognitive dissonance cluster bomb we’ve seen since election night. This one has everything.

President Trump’s official reason for the Comey firing has to do with a loss of confidence over his handling of the Clinton email investigation. The beauty of that official explanation (true or not) is that it is making heads explode with Democrats and the Opposition Media. How dare President Trump fire the person we publicly demanded he fire!

These loons are like a dog spinning around and around trying to catch his tail; when he finally gets a good bite at it, he yelps, because it hurts. The Left is so unhinged by being upbraided by the body politic and having their grip on power loosened they can’t help but throw tantrum after tantrum in response, revealing their hateful dementia to all and sundry in a way that can be neither denied nor ignored—at last plunging on past madness into pure self-contradictory comedy. The main distinction between them and the dog is that the dog at least has sense enough to let go when he realizes what his folly is costing him.

Cognitive dissonance was always the stock in trade of a passel of cretins who: A) hate the cops but insist they should be the only ones with guns; B) despise and disparage all religions except the very one that would put them to death in job lots without hesitation; C) have spent decades undermining marriage, but insist on it for a group of approved victims who are in the main uninterested in it; D) have spent decades demanding tolerance for, dialogue with, concessions to, and emulation of Russia, but who all of a sudden hate, distrust, and fear the Evil Empire more than Tailgunner Joe ever did.

All in all a good piece by Scott, possibly excepting this bit:

My opinion of Comey’s handling of the Clinton email issue remains the same. I believe he sacrificed his career and reputation to avoid taking from the American voters their option of having the leader of their choice. If Comey had pushed for Clinton’s indictment, the country would have ended up with a President Trump without a “fair” election. That was the worst-case scenario for the country and the world. Comey prevented that disaster while still making it clear to the American public that Clinton was not guilt-free with her email server. He let the voters decide how much weight to assign all of that. In my opinion, Comey handled the Clinton email situation like a patriot. The media is spinning the situation as “making it all about himself.” That’s true in the same sense that a Medal of Honor winner who jumped on a grenade to save his buddies is “making it all about himself.” I don’t disagree with the characterization that Comey was trying to be the “hero” because that’s how it looks to me too.

Umm, okay, maybe, I guess. Perhaps I’m doing Comey an injustice, but I can’t see him as being that smart. He’s looked all along to me like a career bureaucrat who got nailed at last by the Peter Principle; he never looked to me like he was anything other than a typical mid-to-lower-high level DC plodder who suddenly found himself in way over his head. I could be wrong, of course, and we’ll most likely never really know. But all his hapless floundering around all this time—along with Occam’s Razor—would seem to support it.

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Justice!

At last.

Feb. 22 (UPI) — A federal grand jury in Washington, D.C., on Tuesday indicted more than 200 people arrested during the presidential inauguration on felony rioting charges, spotlighting their intent to sabotage peaceful protests with violence and destruction.

Called out for individual acts of vandalism, violence and destruction, prosecutors alleged Tuesday that 214 protesters engaged in “black bloc” tactics on Jan. 20 during President Donald Trump’s swearing-in, causing damage to vehicles and property. Six police officers were also hurt during the riots as they exchanged flash-bang explosives with protesters hurling rocks and firecrackers at them.

If convicted, felony rioting carries a maximum jail sentence up to 10 years, and a fine of up to $25,000.

Give ’em all ten years worth of three hots and a cot, and all the sex they can stomach. I’d bet that after seeing this, these “mostly peaceful” protests will suddenly become a lot more civilized and less destructive, if they don’t fade away altogether. The shape of things to come, now that the grownups are back in charge:


A couple commenters say this looks to be a fake, but I ain’t so sure myself. It smacks of perfect Leftard illogic, spoiled-brat whining, and snowflake OUTRAGE! to me. Consider: how is this at all different from the hysteria, lunacy, witlessness, and self-absorption they’ve been so pleased to display all along? Does anybody really think that any of the 200 twerps now facing the music for the first time aren’t thinking these very things, and bleating them at anyone willing to listen? Even if this particular instance is fake, it remains perfectly accurate.

Regardless, as the old-school bikers always used to say: if you can’t do the time, don’t the crime, cupcake.

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Gauntlet: THROWN

Ohhh, you’re gonna LOVE this one. I sure did.

I know you don’t know me. I know you don’t even think about me and when you do, it’s probably not anything nice. I’m the evil hegemonically masculine patriarchal oppressor to you feminists. I’m the jackbooted statist thug to you dope smokin’ long-haired hippies. I’m “The Man” to you racial activists. I’m the idiot who joined the military because I “wasn’t smart enough” to go get a liberal arts degree like you know-it-all 20-year-old college dipshits; and for some reason you hate me for that. I’m that guy with the rifle who signed on the dotted line for $24K a year so that you budding Marxist fucksticks could have the freedom to complain about me and the manner in which I provide it. I have a little message for you.

I see you there, in Portland… In Chicago…In San Francisco…In Bumfuck Directional School Liberal Arts College…You’re having your temper tantrums because ever since mommy dropped you off at Daycare 20 years ago you’ve been throwing them to get your way. Now you’re super pissed about the results of a presidential election where the other guy (and the only guy in the race for that matter) won.

I’m not here to talk politics, or explain the Electoral College, or to tell you what hypocritical douchebags you are for doing the things you’re doing. No. I have a much simpler conversation to have with you. See, I read what you post on Twitter, Facebook, and your various internet blogs. I see you on the news breaking things, setting fires, and assaulting people of the opposite political belief. I see you there with your fat ugly unshaven feminist women and black power slogan screaming race baiters, throwing rocks and bottles at the lines of police officers trying to keep order in your own cities. I know your rhetoric. I know all your identity politics stems from the Marxist activists and ‘intellectuals’ who have pushed the American left farther left than ever before. I know you believe your “progressive” views are the supreme moral authority on every single issue and somehow this perception allows you to justify your totalitarian social views and hypocritical violent outbursts. You profess to hate half this country for their alleged bigotry while carrying signs that say “Love Wins!”

I also know you’re a coward.

And he damned sure does know it, too. He goes on to explain just how; savor every perfect fucking word.

It puts me in mind of those stupid #(Only)Black(Criminal)LivesMatter riots here a few months back, which began over the righteous shooting of yet another worthless, gun-toting gibmedat thug with a rap sheet as long as an orc’s arm—and were smack-dab OVER the moment the governor sent the National Guard in to the midst of the mayhem. All of a sudden those angry, oh-so-fucking-courageous Social Justice “Warrior” (spit!) twerps were all smiles and friendliness, going down the line of troops just back from the Sandbox with their M16s and ARs and shaking hands with them, or trying to…and then marching their worthless asses straight the fuck back home to mama.

Like Iron Mike says: shit or get off the pot, pussies. And stop crying already, ferchrissakes.

(Via MisHum)

Bonus post update! Another good ‘un from Gruntworks, which is heading straight for Ye Olde Blogroll: “A message of thanks to the outgoing president.

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#NEVERTRUMP, WE HATEY HATE HATES HIM!

So why isn’t he hiring us, or consulting with us?

Shorter version: WAAAAH!

Their transgression was signing one or both of two public “Never Trump” letters during the campaign, declaring they would not vote for Trump and calling his candidacy a danger to the nation.

One letter, with 122 names, was published by War on the Rocks, a website devoted to national security commentary, during the primary season in March. The other, with 50 names, including some repeat signatories, was published by the New York Times during the general-election campaign in August.

Now, just days before Trump is sworn in as the nation’s 45th president, the letter signers fear they have been added to another document, this one private — a purported blacklist compiled by Trump’s political advisers.

“Before he won, the conversation was, ‘We really would love for you to change your mind and join us,’ ” Peter Feaver, a National Security Council special adviser under President George W. Bush, said of informal talks with Trump aides. Feaver, who signed both letters, added that, “Since he won…the conversation is, ‘There likely will be a blacklist of people who signed the letters who won’t themselves be eligible for a post.’ ”

Trump transition aides did not respond to a request for comment for this article.

Good. Fuck you, every last one of you. Why the hell would Trump invite a bunch of backstabbing losers into his Administration, knowing full well (as any rational person would) that these self-same people will be the source of endless leaks to enemies both foreign and domestic, and will work diligently to undermine his goals and intentions every step of the way?

Moreover: you go-along-get-along, status-quo GOP perennial losers were exactly what Trump was running against. When he talked about “draining the DC swamp,” YOU were the people he was talking about. It’s a measure of the arrogance and sense of entitlement of these Beltway bandits, and of the depth and unshakability of their assumption that business as usual will continue forever in the FedGovCo Sargasso, that they have the balls to whine now about how Trump might not be interested in listening to them or working with them…or to even express surprise over that in the first place.

You rolled the dice. You lost. Tough shit for you. Shut the fuck up, and get the hell out of the way. You people are the architects of failure after folly after disaster after defeat in foreign policy, one piled upon another, from Iraq to Afghanistan to Iran to ISIS to…you name it, it’s a long damned list. Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, ‘kay? And lose Trump’s number, in the unlikely event you have it; I assure you he won’t be needing to hear from you. Along those same lines:

Comedian DL Hughley had some harsh words for Donald Trump in a twitter video he posted last weekend.

After accusing Trump of “stoking racist fears” about Obama, Hughley stated: “I ain’t gon’ never forget what you said about this man and how you got where you are… F—k you now and f—k you forever.”

Right back atcha, loser. With bells on.

Earlier in the video, the comedian disparaged Trump’s recent attempts to connect with black people by meeting with celebrities such as Kanye West and Steve Harvey.

“You know why you have a comedian, a rapper and a football player out to talk about the concerns of the community?” Hughley questioned. “’Cause that’s the position you’re used to seeing us in…You’d rather see us run the ball than run the country.”

Damned skippy we would. Not because of your skin color, but because you’re a whining liberal bitch who’s been wrong about absolutely everything; as I mentioned above, the disastrous results from the efforts of people who “think” like you speak for themselves. You’d turn the whole country into Detroit if you could, and actually did make a damned good start at it. Again: why on earth would Trump, or any other Republican not a crawling, mewling, perennial-loser RINO wish to hear from you at all, after this:

CNN host D.L. Hughley turned to the standard left-wing tactic of playing the Nazi card against Republicans on his program on Saturday evening: “The tenets of the Republican Party are amazing and they seem warm and welcome. But when I watch it be applied — like you didn’t have to go much further than the Republican National Convention….It literally look[s] like Nazi Germany.” He went on to say that blacks weren’t welcome in the party: “It just does not seem — like not only are we not welcome — not only are we not welcome, but they don’t even care what we think.”

Well, whaddya know, even a stopped clock is right twice a day. “You’re racist bigoted homophobic NAZIs, you guys, and I hate you! Hey, why aren’t you listening to me?!? YOU BETTER LISTEN TO…Guys? GUYS…?!?”

I repeat: go fuck yourselves, libtards and #NeverTrump RINOs. We WON. You LOST. And for once, that’s going to mean something; we’re not going to bend over and follow up our victory this time by pretending you won and letting you have your way anyhow. Now pucker up, kiss our asses, and get the hell out of our way.

But by all means, do go right on throwing your little tantrums and calling us Nazis every chance you get. You’ll fix things so that you’ll never get so much as a single vote from anyplace other than decaying, coastal urban shitholes for the next century or so. And that will be just fine by me. As Ed sums up: “And the left still is shaking their head pondering how Trump became president.” Hint to the morons: it ain’t because you’re smarter than everybody else.

Keep whining. Meanwhile, get out of the way…or get steamrolled. Your choice, dimwits. At this point, we don’t much care which. You kept pushing for a fight, and now you got one—by awakening a sleeping giant, as someone else once said. Here’s hoping you enjoy the ride every bit as much as he did. To the very last mile, bitches.

Update! Bonus quote from Steyn, from the post quoted above:

Donald Trump took out America’s two most powerful political dynasties of the last 30 years: the Bushes and the Clintons. If you didn’t see that coming, there’s no reason anyone should pay any heed to anything you say about Trump from now on.

Yes indeed. They won’t remember it, of course, much less learn from it. But we’ll be reminding them, every single chance we get and forcefully as all hell.

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How you got Trump Part the Umpty-bazillionth

Via Glenn: “I love America. It’s Americans I hate.” Yeah, well, see, we knew that already; quite well, thanks. It’s not as if you’ve ever shown us the respect or consideration of going to any trouble trying to hide it. Quite the opposite; with every breath, every ignorant declaration, every dismissive statement, you’ve made it clear as crystal.

And we’ve had a bellyful of it. For a long time, our principles of tolerance, freedom of speech and dissenting political opinion, and the right to be left alone overrode our sense of self-preservation and demanded otherwise, but truth to tell, at this point, we hate you right back, sweetums.

All you ever had to do was just leave us the hell alone, and we would have been content to return the courtesy. Unfortunately, that is the one thing you just couldn’t do; your totalitarian ideology demands otherwise. As such, it was always going to end this way; big-government socialism and freedom are by definition fundamentally incompatible.

And long as we’re being honest, this needs to be said too: no, you do NOT “love” America. You love a fantasy that has never been real and bears little—actually, no, none at all, except as its directly conflicting opposite—relation to America as it was intended to be: an ersatz-utopian version of America, where capitalism is spurned, freedom is strictly curtailed, and an iron-fisted, top-down, meddlesome government is not something the Founders loathed and worked extremely hard to forestall, but the only legitimate form of government, “for our own good.” Yours is the falsest of false-flag “patriotism,” hiding your loathing for America as founded behind a thin scrim of self-serving twaddle and shallow opportunism, mostly for purely political purposes.

The Constitution to you is not the cornerstone of our governance, a brilliant, precious document that, if respected, guarantees more benefit to more citizens than any other form of government on earth. To you, it is something to be scorned and ignored when it is inconvenient to your desire for despotism, a document of purely historical interest, and precious little even of that.

Well, except for the First Amendment. But that, only as it relates to burning the flag. You big ol’ America-loving patriot, you.

Ahh, but does it get better, you ask? Why, yes. Yes, it does. Via that same Insty-link, I bring you the most pathetic thing you’ll probably read all year:

A visit from a plumber left ThinkProgress senior editor Ned Resnikoff “rattled” due to fear that the plumber may have voted for Donald Trump.

The plumbing visit, which came four days after the 2016 election, became a harrowing experience for Resnikoff even though the plumber was “a perfectly nice guy and a consummate professional.”

“He was a perfectly nice guy and a consummate professional,” Resnikoff shared. “But he was also a middle-aged white man with a southern accent who seemed unperturbed by this week’s news.”

Resnikoff said his fear was rooted in the chance that the plumber knew he was Jewish.

“While I had him in the apartment, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether he had voted for Trump, whether he knew my last name is Jewish, and how that knowledge might change the interaction we were having inside my own home,” he said.

The “uncertainty” of the situation left Resnikoff “rattled for some time.”

“I have no real reason to believe he was a Trump supporter or an anti-Semite, but in my uncertainty I couldn’t shake the sense of potential danger,” he wrote. “I was rattled for some time after he left.”

Well, see, that’s more because you’re a feeble, gutless, pathetic pussy—a trembling paranoiac with some truly major psychopathologies rattling around in that otherwise-empty skull— than any other reason, and really has nothing at all to do with the plumber, or even Trump himself. I mean, for God’s sake, you admit yourself that he was a perfectly nice guy and a consummate professional, and that you don’t even know whether the guy voted for Trump or not—not that it would matter a damn to a normal, sane human being, as opposed to someone who isn’t fit to tie his own shoes and probably ought to be locked up in some sort of home for his own protection. No, not locked up because you’re Jewish, you wretched little chihuahua; because you’re certifiably bug-fuck nuts, that’s why.

But no, he just knows, he dead solid knows, that this poor guy is a BAD MAN because he’s, and I quote: “a middle-aged white man with a southern accent” who ain’t pissing himself because an election didn’t go his way like some of the lesser sorts among us. Gee, bigoted much there, Poindexter?

I swear, if I was this pitiful I’d just be damned if I woulda told it. I wouldn’t want it generally known of me what a sorry excuse for a man I was. But then, since he works for Think Progress, he’s probably trapped in an office with some of the meanest, grouchiest, scariest, man-hatingest bull-daggers ever to shit behind a pair of steel-toed Timberlands; having one’s withered gonads surgically removed with a flint adz is probably Job Requirement One in such environs. Any semblance of masculinity was stomped out of his ass a long time ago.

But y’know, it DOES make me wonder how many of these sobbing sad-sacks are so TEWWIBLY, TEWWIBLY FWIGHTENED of what might be done to them in Trump’s America because deep down, it’s merely projection—a direct and clear reflection of what they secretly desire and intend to do to us someday. To which notion I can only say: bring it, pusscake. Any time you feel froggy. Better get help. And pack a lunch. Failing all that, get over yourselves already, whydon’tcha. We’re all just embarrassed for you at this point, and it’s getting tiresome. You hear less whining in a fucking nursery right before naptime. At least the tired little tykes have got a reasonable excuse.

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“If you thought 2016 was full of liberal stupidity, just wait until you get a load of 2017”

I’d say Schlichter, resistant at first, is now fully on board with The Trumpening. Good for him.

Let’s step back and think about who Trump has shown himself to be. Sure, he’s vulgar, and his knowledge of traditional conservatism is … limited. But he’s a competitor, and if he’s stupid like the liberals say then what does that make the liberals who Trump keeps beating as enthusiastically as Josh Marshall tweeting past midnight? Look, the guy is a property developer. If he does not deliver what he promises, the buyer won’t take occupancy and he loses money. Trump knows from his own experience – and the painful experience of the follow-through-free GOP – that the way to win is to deliver on his promises. It may ruffle our conservafeathers, but Trump promised to keep Carrier in the USA and he did it. As promised, the market is in the stratosphere and consumer confidence exists again. Trump promised to nominate conservatives and he did – do you think that whiny puffball Jeb Bush would have put up a cabinet full of Mad Dogs and activists aching to burn their own useless agencies to the ground?

Sure, I think the Russians’ truthful revelations of true stuff that showed the true depth of Democratic corruption in a true way hurt Hillary. I just think that the left is deluding itself when it tells normal people that they were somehow suckered by the Russians’ truthful revelations of true stuff that showed the true depth of Democratic corruption. “You flyover rubes are so stupid that you can be manipulated by the facts that we were too incompetent to effectively hide from you!” is probably not a great way to win hearts and minds, but hey progs, feel free to go with it.

That Trump laughs at how a creaky ex-superpower is so relentlessly trolling the feckless Obama – President Faily McWorsethancarter even makes acting butch seem super femme – draws cries of “Treason!” and “Traitor!” from the same set who never saw a flag they didn’t want to burn, mourned Castro, and who know damn well it isn’t them or their gender indeterminate children who would get to fight and die in the war they seem so eager to provoke to close out Obama’s pathetic reign.

We can expect more nonsense along these lines. Everything Trump does will draw howls of anguish. Courageous hashtags like #TheResistance will spread across Twitter. The traditional media will whine all the way down as it falls towards irrelevance. And Trump will march on, heedless of his critics. 2017 has the potential to be awesome.

It surely does. And along those lines, the ubiquitous “2016 was just a godawful mess of a year” meme—a whine promulgated by the Left and the NeverTrumpTards alike to brush over their ludicrous failure to understand when a righteous revolution was a-brewing and rumbling the earth beneath their very feet—never fails to amuse the hell out of me. Truth is, in the political arena at least, 2016 was one of the best years we’ve had in a long damned time; it set the stage for the all-American comeback we’re already beginning to see taking shape before Trump has even been sworn in, among other highly salutary developments…such as this one (via Vox):

That creature, who has somehow managed, like the execrable Lena Dunham, to avoid being harpooned and processed for oil, ivory, and blubber by rogue Japanese whalers, is Cora Gales, better known to the world as “Trigglypuff.”

Now, I don’t want you to think of Trigglypuff as merely another Social Justice Warrior who needs a diaper change. Oh, no, she’s much more – much more valuable – than that. Indeed, the whole country’s population of SJWs has become a resource for us. What? You doubt this? Read on.

Ordinarily, which is to say ordinarily when dealing with a sane enemy, it would be considered unwise to do him a small injury, or to motivate him to greater efforts. And, were we still dealing with the old mainstream Democratic Party, especially the party as it was before the Dixiecrats became Republicans, it would be a mistake to provoke them in minor and non-ruinous ways. Happily or unhappily, that party is deader than chivalry. What’s left are mostly the Trigglypuffs, along with the genocidal lunatics – like the aforementioned incestuous child molester, Lena Dunham – who want straight white men extinct, reinforced by the left-wing professorial freakshow, and egged on by myriad self-righteous and unutterably stupid assholes, molesting innocent women and their families, on public conveyances, when said women have had the bad judgment to be fathered by men the assholes don’t like.

Oh, yes, yes, there are, no doubt, some sane men and women hovering around the top echelons of the Democratic Party. But if they’re sane they’re equally corrupt, venomous spiders, dripping with poison, at the center of left wing insanity. However, those spiders aren’t really in control of the movement anymore. Nobody is. Instead, the left is largely a bunch of self-willed, albeit unintelligent, bombs, just like Trigglypuff, waiting to go off at the slightest emotional jar.

And we – yes, we right wing knuckle-draggers – control those bombs because we can emotionally jar them.

And they’re going to go right on doing the very things that caused us to rise up against them and elect Trump in the first place, thereby cementing their own laughable irrelevance for years and years to come. It’s a self-perpetuating cycle, and they can’t break it without making serious changes in their own outlook, insufferable personalities, and core identities. To mix a couple of useful metaphors: trying to herd, corral, and shear the vast majority of the country from their coastal-urban highchairs and then shrieking hysterically and throwing their sippy cups when they meet the slightest resistance is all they know, it’s all they have.

Unfortunately for them, another of those highly salutary developments we can credit to 2016’s account is that the majority of decent, reasonable, patriotic Americans, by dint of Trump’s overwhelming and (supposedly) stunning, UNEXPECTED! victory, have realized at long last that they ARE the electoral majority and, fed up with being tormented and tyrannically misruled by their inferiors, no longer see any need to act as if they were mere sheep to be overmanaged by spoiled-rotten brats. That majority intends to go right on giving them plenty of reasons for throwing more and more lunatic tantrums. That, of course, will start the cycle anew. Lather, rinse, repeat, until a 2016-vintage Democrat Socialist couldn’t get xirself elected dog-catcher. In Vermont.

After eight long years of misery and destruction, it’s a truly beautiful thing, and every tear, every shriek, every empty threat from these horrid wretches is purest comedy gold. The thankless children have had their serpent’s tooth pulled at last, for no more reason than that we figured out that they weren’t anything like as sharp as Shakespeare said.

2016, a “horrible” year? May God grant that we have many, many more of them.

Update! Walsh on yet another highly salutary development:

In movies, it’s called the “cheer moment” — that wonderfully satisfying part of the motion picture when the bully/bad guy finally gets his richly deserved comeuppance: Rocky flooring Apollo Creed in the first Rocky; John McClane sending Hans Gruber to hell off a high floor of Nakatomi Plaza. And in 2016, nobody’s demise was cheered more vociferously than the mainstream media’s.

But there’s more bad news for the MSM: The flagship Times just announced it’s selling off eight floors of its still new headquarters in midtown Manhattan. Elsewhere, magazines have folded and surviving newspaper have drastically cut back on space and staff.

When you get right down to it, all the media — from the Times to the humblest local weekly — have going for them is credibility, and when that is shot, so is everything else.

Turns out abandoning real journalism to turn themselves into hectoring, lecturing liberal schoolmarms might not have been the brightest idea after all. Too damned bad for them, too damned sweet for the rest of us. Moar like 2016, please.

Too damned sweet update! Oh, and by the way, Hillary Clinton will NEVER be president. 2016 says: “you’re welcome.”

Moar WINNING update! Gavin McInnes has a great alt-American Year In Review:

If 2015 was the year of the tranny, 2016 was the year of the cuck. Comedy became a venue for social justice whiners and sex became rape. While castigating white men for letting Trump happen, blacks rioted in the streets based on Facebook memes and Muslims murdered Americans in the name of Islam. It was a topsy-turvy year of hate-crime hoaxes where white people could do no good and brown people could do no wrong. Ultimately, Obama’s last year will go down as the year alt-left fanaticism led to the death of the left. It also begat Trump.

This bullshit used to work. We used to consider the possibility it’s all our fault. We elected a black president and begged him to fix the mess we’re told we created. When it got worse, liberals had to fabricate prejudice and hatred out of thin air. That didn’t work and so Trump won. It’s still going to take a while for these mentally ill zealots to realize the jig is up. Their entire existence was predicated on the lie that America is a racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, ageist, ableist, xenophobic hellhole. That’s a lot of unraveling to do. Until then, we’ll be right here making America great again.

Sandwiched in between those two slices are some interesting stories you never saw in any of the more conventional, “2016 sucked!” YIR’s.

First in update! Our good friend Ironbear reminds me in the comments that he already covered this ground, and lots more besides, over at Bill’s place: “99 Reasons Why 2016 Didn’t Suck (Even Remotely as Badly as the Popular Meme Would Have It.)” And as he says, he only went back a few months doing it.

The thing that stands out to me, and I’m sure Ironbear too, is this: the “2016 was HORRIBLE” nonsense is ultimately another example of the Cuck Right just knuckling under and going along with the Left’s take on things, rather than fighting back right out of the gate. As with their usual supine response to ridiculous assertions of “racism” as a shutting-down-debate tactic—i.e., spending the first four paragraphs of a seven-graph article kneeling down and bleating “I’m not a racist, and here’s why…” and then getting bogged down in a morass of pedantic minutiae for the last four—it leads nowhere, gains nothing, and is an acceptance of the Left’s misbegotten premises. It is a formula not for victory, but capitulation.

And in the end, THAT is what put Trump where he is. I care very little whether Trump is as polished as he might be on Constitutional scholarship; I am not terribly bothered that his having arm-wrestled Carrier, Ford, and et frigging al into keeping jobs in America rather than shipping them overseas, or that he used typical crony-capitalist tax bribery to do it, is not what the Founders would have prescribed.

What I DO care about is just these two things: 1) he clearly loves his country, and will approach all negotiations with American interests first in mind, and 2) he will NOT take the usual Mark 1-Mod 0 Leftard slanders lying down, but will immediately slap back at them just as hard as he can. Complain about his obnoxious buffoonery all you like; I have no ear for it myself. When you’re battling against a wholly committed foe that has no compunctions whatsoever against dishonest, sleazy, ad-hominem attacks, obnoxious is the very least of the weapons you’ll need in your arsenal if you have any hope of prevailing.

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Consistency

Hey, anybody remember when we were all pointing out that Hillary’s pathetic, manifestly insecure home-brew server was not only illegal according to State Department rules but amounted to a stupidly open invitation to EXACTLY the kind of hacking the Democrat Socialists are now using as an excuse to undermine Trump’s clear mandate—and the self-same people who just loved them some Russia back when it was the Soviet Union were pooh-poohing it as no big deal?

Nah, me neither. Forget I brought it up. Quick.

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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.

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Cry wolf!

And let slip the, uhh, dogs of, ummm….oh hell, never mind.

This, I think, is the first level of crying wolf. What if, one day, there is a candidate who hates black people so much that he doesn’t go on a campaign stop to a traditionally black church in Detroit, talk about all of the contributions black people have made to America, promise to fight for black people, and say that his campaign is about opposing racism in all its forms? What if there’s a candidate who does something more like, say, go to a KKK meeting and say that black people are inferior and only whites are real Americans?

We might want to use words like “openly racist” or “openly white supremacist” to describe him. And at that point, nobody will listen, because we wasted “openly white supremacist” on the guy who tweets pictures of himself eating a taco on Cinco de Mayo while saying “I love Hispanics!”

The KKK is really small. They could all stay in the same hotel with a bunch of free rooms left over. Or put another way: the entire membership of the KKK is less than the daily readership of this blog.

If you Google “trump KKK”, you get 14.8 million results. I know that Google’s list of results numbers isn’t very accurate. Yet even if they’re inflating the numbers by 1000x, and there were only about 14,000 news articles about the supposed Trump-KKK connection this election, there are still two to three articles about a Trump-KKK connection for every single Klansman in the world.

I don’t see any sign that there are other official white supremacy movements that are larger than the Klan, or even enough other small ones to substantially raise the estimate of people involved. David Duke called a big pan-white-supremacist meeting in New Orleans in 2005, and despite getting groups from across North America and Europe he was only able to muster 300 attendees (by comparison, NAACP conventions routinely get 10,000).

My guess is that the number of organized white supremacists in the country is in the very low five digits.

So the mainstream narrative is that Trump is okay with alienating minorities (= 118 million people), whites who abhor racism and would never vote for a racist (if even 20% of whites, = 40 million people), most of the media, most business, and most foreign countries – in order to win the support of about 50,000 poorly organized and generally dysfunctional people, many of whom are too young to vote anyway.

Caring about who the KKK or the alt-right supports is a lot like caring about who Satanists support. It’s not something you would do if you wanted to understand real political forces. It’s only something you would do if you want to connect an opposing candidate to the most outrageous caricature of evil you can find on short notice.

Annnnd bingo: Occam’s razor, plain logic, and observed history all indicate that we have a winner. And all the shrieking, crying, and hysteria over an election that didn’t go their way—along with establishment media attempts to delegitimize the incoming President and render him incapable of governing—is where those wolf-dogs of war come in (via Ironbear):

You have every right we can think of to PEACEABLY assemble to wear your ignorant signs demonstrating your illiteracy as much as you like. Men and women better than you can ever aspire to be have given their lives to protect that right and you won’t find a single one among our brotherhood trying to limit that right, because that’s what we’re all about.

What you DON’T have the right to is to commit crimes against others because they have differing opinions from you, but you don’t seem to worry about that and your Chocolate Führer doesn’t seem too eager to remind you. Then again, he IS “literally Hitler”, to use your own illiterate term, so we’re not surprised.

You SHOULD worry.

Because we can kill every last motherfucking one of you in less time than it would take for the majority of us to finish reading the front page of the newspaper while taking a shit.

Ah, but think of all the wonderful things we’d lose, such as…well…like, say…

Okay, I admit, the only downside I can think of is that somebody would have to clean up the mess.

Update! The proper response: FUCK. YOU.

As a 46 year old white male, I’d like to give my perspective for the various liberals and leftists who comment here (and I’m truly glad you are here).

By your definition, I’m a racist, and I just don’t care anymore. I don’t believe I’m actually a racist, but you’re going to label me that way anyway, so I’ll just accept it. I’m a racist based on your definition. Fine. I won’t argue, I’ll just acknowledge you are right. I’m guilty of racism. Frankly, I’ve given up trying to prove you’re wrong. Hell, you’ll call me a racist for thinking algebra should be taught in school, and gifted programs should be kept even if they “lack diversity.”

And so now, if I can be so bold, here’s my response: “So what? I get it. I’m a racist. Do you have anything else to say? Now that you’ve defined me as a racist, should I just disappear? Should I just admit that you are right, and come around to your way of thinking? What, exactly, do you want me to do? Because I still think about the issues affecting this country in the exact same way.”

Someone above mentioned the Willie Horton ad. Such a racist ad. Here is the name of Willie Horton’s first victim: Joseph Fournier. Mr. Fournier was 17 years old when Horton stabbed him to death. Horton then stuffed Fournier into a trash can, where he bled out from his wounds. After Gov. Dukakis granted Horton a furlough from prison, Horton raped a woman twice, in front of her fiance (who he beat up and knifed). Do liberals care about Mr. Fournier, or his family? Do they care about the woman and her fiance that were traumatized? I don’t see any evidence that they do. You know what they care about? You know what will make them angry? If I use the word “thug” to describe Mr. Horton. Well that’s just not acceptable in polite society. It’s a racist code-word.

My question for all you dear liberals and progressives: Is there a way people like myself can talk about Willie Horton honestly without being accused of racism? Would there have been any way for Bush Sr.’s campaign to discuss the issue of weekend furloughs, and their innocent victims, without being written off as racist? “There goes the GOP again, stirring up white voters.” The Horton ad is considered prima facie evidence that Republicans are racists. But what about Mr. Fournier? How many Democrats know his name?

Dear Liberals, Democrats, progressives, leftists: Your use of the word “racist” doesn’t work anymore. We get it. You’re superior. You’re enlightened and we’re not. You care about diversity and we don’t. We only listen to dog whistles. We have given up trying to talk you out of your presumptions, or trying to earn your approval. We no longer consider it worth our while to reassure you that we’re not “that kind” of Republican.

But the fact is, we’re not as stupid as you think we are, and we see right through you. And if there’s one thing Trump has done, he’s given us some backbone to make our voices heard. Of course, that means “expressions of racism” will increase. (OMG!) And every child who behaves like a bully will be blamed on Trump. The fact is, we just won’t care about your freak-outs. Go ahead and caterwaul. You lost, and you deserved to lose.

I cast my vote for Trump reluctantly. Now, I couldn’t be prouder.

Now go ahead and double down again, idiots. Scream even louder, get in our faces and punch back even harder. See what it gets ya. I promise you won’t like it. Because despite your being too stupid and self-absorbed to notice, our punching-bag days are OVER. We are now “fully woke,” and have decided to emancipate ourselves at last.

You want a fight? Well, now you got yourselves one. Careful what you wish for, fascist douchebags, lest it get a lot worse.

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New day dawning

Wherein I will attempt to explain a few things to the whining, crying, sorely butthurt Trump-haters out there, many of whom are currently rioting, looting, and viciously assaulting passersby because for the first time in the last eight years, they didn’t get their way.

Here’s the deal: for a long, long time, but really getting cranked into high gear eight years ago, you people have been picking the pockets of the people who do the actual work in this country—as George Bailey had it, “the people who do most of the working and the paying and the living and the dying in this community”—to pay for liberal-fascist social-engineering projects they were neither asked their opinion about nor approved of. You did this as though you assumed it was your God-given right, a fundamental assertion of your supposedly superior intellect, morality, and sensitivity. They were neither consulted about nor agreed with that assertion either, and you brooked absolutely no examination of it.

You fleeced them for a huge percentage of their income, itself steadily dwindling because of those self-same socialist policies you advocated for and implemented—policies that any fool can see have never worked, that have failed every time and everywhere they’ve been tried. You made it impossible for them to eke out a living with your meddlesome, intrusive government and its regulatory overreach, which stifled the creation of new small business, the lifeblood of the American economy.

They were supposed to sit back quietly and watch without complaint as you stole freedom after freedom from them, until they were surrounded by no-smoking zones, no-free-speech zones, gun-free zones, no-liberty zones. You surveilled them with cameras on every street corner and bugs in their personal computers at home; you tracked their whereabouts via their cell phones and the GPS units in their cars, all of which was ostensibly put there to defend against an Islamist terrorism you won’t even call by its name, much less fight, because of an “Islamophobia” that is not only undefined, but which doesn’t even demonstrably exist.

Everything that was not mandatory was forbidden, according exclusively to you, in consultation with absolutely no one else, with no other input either sought or accepted.

You inhabit cities that are festering cesspools of crime, lawlessness, and disease, then start sniping our police as a direct result of the riots you ginned up in response to a handful of violent thugs being justly taken down in the process of assaults against the cops committed with deadly intent. You sit idly in a squalor, muck, and rot with which the rest of us have no desire to surround ourselves, busily trying to export it to people who don’t want it, acting as if it conferred some sort of regal, high-minded, man-bunned eminence instead of just making you look foolish for willingly sitting in a pile of shit you claim doesn’t stink.

A mere handful of years ago, you yourselves were opposed to the idea of gay marriage; both Hillary and Obama explicitly stated their opposition to it, and Bill Clinton signed into law the Defense Of Marriage Act, which you now present as an evil anathema to everything right and good about America since its founding. The idea of upending an entire civilization to accommodate a minuscule, statistically insignificant class of mentally-disturbed individuals tragically confused about their actual gender wasn’t even on anybody’s radar at all. Suddenly, with a quickness that seems absolutely incredible in hindsight, those things were a cause celebre with you, and they were quickly rammed down American throats because who we (including most of you) once were is now deemed—by you, and you alone—to be “not who we are.”

Because as you have always demonstrated so forcefully to us: “you will be made to care.” And not just care, either; no, you (meaning “we,” of course) will be made not just to tolerate (which we’re just fine with, actually) but to celebrate and exalt these aberrations and perversions, no matter how direly that may conflict with whatever traditional morality Americans may hold dear and live by ourselves.

You took what was once the most exemplary, innovative, and advanced health care system in the entire world and turned it into just another plodding, inflexible, unworkable, dysfunctional big-government bureaucracy—again, as every time, against the clearly-expressed will of the people you run roughshod over…and again, the people you expect to be forced to pay for it.

When called on any of this, you scream hysterically about a “racism, bigotry, and xenophobia” that exists only in the empty space between your ears. You sneer about trailer parks and a lack of college credentials on the part of those you so clearly hold in contempt—i.e., anybody possessing the outrageous temerity to disagree with you—who also just happen to be the ones footing the bill and taking the responsibility for every bit of your stupidity, your arrogance, your wrong-headedness, your inability to be objective or realistic. You harshly enforce absolute limits on their speech, their actions, and their very thoughts, while accepting none whatsoever on your own.

You have been arrogant, obnoxious, over-entitled, smug, supercilious, dismissive, insulting, and ultimately, insufferable. And you have been proven to be dead wrong about every last bit of nonsense you so hatefully spew at us, every ass-backwards idea you promulgate. In the end, what you really are is inadequate, incompetent, intolerable, unnecessary, and entirely dispensable.

You’ve done all these things, and more, dragging us by force of government edict in directions we strongly desired not to go, while denouncing us in the strongest, most hateful, and most offensive and contemptuous imaginable of terms. Did you really think we were so stupidly bovine as to go on taking this abuse forever? That your cause was truly so righteous and morally correct that we would never, ever rise up in opposition to it? That we would just go on forever and ever humbly accepting the unsupported and unjustified assertion of your own natural authority over the very people who set up and carefully, laboriously maintain the system that pays for every least aspect of your inane folly—a system without which your childish self-indulgence would immediately cease to exist, like smoke in a high wind?

Well, sorry, snowflakes. Reality just came a-knocking on your door. And your sobbing, petulant, spoiled-brat reaction to it just demonstrates again that we were right to put a stop to it. As with a child throwing a kicking and screaming tantrum on Christmas morning because he didn’t find a pony under the tree, the indulgence of your foolishness—which was itself foolish on our part—has proved to be a terrible mistake, and was all along. And now the grownups are going to have to stop your squalling and thrashing around before you knock the tree over and do any more damage to the rest of the house.

Deal with it, ya punks. Or else we’ll deal even more harshly with you than we’re already going to have to. You’ve made a deplorable mess of the place, for the simple reason that you were allowed to. Now it’s time to clean it up. And cry all you want, we intend to.

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VICTIM OF BRUTAL TRUMP BEATING VICTIMIZED AGAIN BY “JUSTICE” SYSTEM!

Much ado about…well.

A Florida prosecutor has decided not to prosecute Donald Trump’s campaign manager for battery after a March run-in with former Breitbart reporter Michelle Fields, sources with knowledge of the situation told POLITICO.

The decision not to press charges against Corey Lewandowski is scheduled to be announced on Thursday afternoon by Palm Beach County State Attorney David Aronberg.

Fields may still pursue a defamation case against Lewandowski, a source said.

Fields filed a police report last month after Lewandowski grabbed her by the arm and moved her out of Trump’s way following a press conference at Trump National Gold Club in Jupiter. She said he left bruises on her arm. Police later charged Lewandowski with simple battery, releasing video from surveillance cameras that shows Lewandowski reaching for and grabbing Fields.

Aronberg would not comment, but in a POLITICO interview last week, he pointed out that Jupiter police had a low “probable cause” standard to cite Lewandowski for battery. But the responsibility for moving forward with a full-blown prosecution rested with Aronberg’s office, which had to consider whether a crime occurred and whether they believed a jury of Floridians would prosecute.

“We have a higher standard to go forward with a prosecution,” he said.

But…but…but…Trump is a vicious thug who thuggishly surrounds himself with thugs who exhibit all kinds of thuggish behavior, which is unacceptably thug-like! Plus, he appeals strictly to bigoted, racist thugs who want to commit genocide (thugicide?) against brown people by thuggishly advocating re-establishing a US border! WAKE UP, AMERICA!! BECAUSE THUGS!!!

Best line? This one:

“Not every minor interaction needs to go to court. Time for everyone to chill out,” he said. “Jeb Bush has a better claim for battery against Trump after those debates than this reporter does against Lewandowski.”

Ouch. Somewhere, ¡Yeb! is smarting from that slap.

(Via Bill)

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