Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

Bad juju

First, the negative:

So Congress finally passed a budget. It’s a blockbuster—$1.3 trillion, or around four thousand dollars for every man, woman, and child in the U.S.A. Basically it is a compound made up of A) anything Leftist Democrats could wish for, and B) anything that the Jeb Bush wing of the Republican Party, and that wing’s Big Business donors (but I repeat myself), could wish for. But how about the things that sixty-three million of us voted for in 2016, awarding the Presidency to Donald Trump?

There has to be some of that in such a colossal budget, doesn’t there?

This budget bill is, in short, a middle finger to President Trump.

Its larger message: populism is no match for the Deep State. The contest is an unequal one. It’s almost cruel the way the congress critters—Chuck Ryan and Paul Schemer, Nancy McConnell and Mitch Pelosi—it’s almost cruel the way they are grinning and chuckling and high-fifing among themselves over how easy it’s been to kick sand in the President’s face.

I’m afraid we can now see that the populist victories of two years ago that filled us with so much hope were in fact a false dawn, a mirage. For all its spirit and vigor and successes, the populist movement is amateurish and uncoordinated. It’s no match for the seasoned, hardened operatives of the Deep State, with their decades of experience at gaming Western democratic systems.

But…but…it doesn’t help that the chief representative of populist will in the U.S.A. is President Donald J. Trump.

I know, I know, a lot of Trump voters don’t want to hear criticism of our President. When I posted the Z-Man’s remarks three weeks ago, calling Trump “just a stupid bullsh*tter who got very lucky,” I received some angry emails from listeners. “Hey,” they were saying, “you stuck-up metro cons with your Gucci loafers and designer glasses and imported cheese, you may be abandoning our guy, but we real Americans are still loyal!”

That’s what I was getting. People were cutting me out of their wills.

All right; but I’m a commentator. I have to call things as I see them. What I see is, that President Trump is not a very reliable friend of Trumpism.

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Deep State gotta Deep State

And cucks gotta cuck.

On Fox News Sunday, Congressman Trey Gowdy spoke with Chris Wallace about, of course, the Mueller investigation, the pending indictment, and what it all means. Bucking the Republican tide, Gowdy is not ready to throw Mueller to the wolves just yet.

In fact, Gowdy is rather complimentary of the former FBI Director, and also calls into question why anyone would think there is a conflict of interest or need for recusal here.

Y’know, I started to go into some detail demonstrating how moronically ass-backwards those two assertions are and realized: why bother? Any reasonably fair-minded person already knows what Mueller is, and what his open-ended fishing expedition is really aiming to do. Much as it pains me to have to say it, Gowdy knows too. Gowdy has always talked real pretty, but as I saw pointed out somewhere the other day, despite all the tough talk he has yet to collect a single scalp by it. He’s another conservative who hasn’t managed to conserve a single damned thing. Other than the Deep State status quo, that is.

But he does address Mueller’s credibility, career, and the notion of a conflict of interest, basically saying there isn’t one. Of course, he also discusses the leaks, and says that “someone” on Mueller’s team violated their oath of secrecy later in the same interview. But clearly he’s not ready to dump Mueller over that. Especially considering that we don’t actually know who did it.

*cough-coughComeycough-coughMcCabecough-cough*

The bigger point, the most important point, is that we don’t even know the facts yet. We don’t know who is being charged, or for what, or on what evidence. It doesn’t take being a former prosecutor, like Gowdy, to know that if you’re calling for his ouster before you know the facts then you’re not operating on the facts. You’re being a partisan.

It’s time to let the chips fall. And to let the man do his job.

Tripe, twaddle, tommyrot, flapdoodle. And just exactly WHAT job would that be, pray tell? Mueller’s “job” was to establish whether there had been “collusion” between Trump and the Russians affecting the 2016 presidential election—a proposition for which there has been not one single shred of evidence unearthed after a year and a half of harrumptious blowhardery about it.

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Be of good cheer

Or, perhaps, not.

Tuesday’s narrow win by Democrat Conor Lamb in a special congressional election in Pennsylvania has thrilled Democrats eager to believe that the entire country has finally seen the error of its ways and is about to remove the interloper Donald J. Trump, if not from power then at least from moral authority in the White House. This, they crow, is yet more proof of the “blue wave” that surely is coming in the fall, when the party of slavery, segregation, secularism, and sedition retakes the House of Representatives, re-installs Nancy Pelosi as speaker, and effects the Progressive Restoration in the wake of Hillary Clinton’s defeat in 2016.

Chastened Republicans, meanwhile, are expected finally to bow to the inevitable and hang their heads in shame, while accepting the natural overlordship of their Democrat betters and returning to their Vichycon places at the table, collaborating whenever possible and putting up only token resistance when not.

Not so fast. It’s always dangerous to draw national conclusions from local elections, which House races are by definition.

I’m still reasonably confident of another Democrat-Socialist shellacking this fall; for starters, all this nonsense about Trump’s supposed “unpopularity” conveniently ignores approval numbers which are now safely above Saint Barrack’s own. And I still no longer put much stock in polls at all anyway. Nobody should forget that the current “unpopular” polling meme is being touted in the very same places that gave Trump no chance whatsoever of beating Her Herness in the first place.

Leftymedia clings to the same erroneous assumption they have all along: that Normals hate Trump every bit as much as they do themselves. It’s more than vaguely reminiscent of the stunned, traumatized libtard who famously declared, after Nixon’s win, “I don’t know anybody who voted for him.” (Possibly a misquote—see this.)

Well, of course she didn’t. How could she? Wrapped up snugly in their DC, Upper West Side, or Hollywood cocoons, snooty Progtard elitists couldn’t remotely conceive of the existence of anyone so troglodytic, so benighted—so confoundingly perverse!—as to ignore the scolding of their betters and vote for someone they so deeply disapproved of.

I could easily be wrong about a coming Dem-Soc disaster though, I admit. Back over to Walsh for some reasons why:

What ought to worry the GOP about the Lamb victory is not the victory itself—Lamb had been leading handsomely in the polls, running as a “conservative”—but the stealthiness of the campaign, which is all part of an emerging new Democrat strategy. As House Speaker Paul Ryan (R-Wis.) noted, “the candidate who is going to win this race is the candidate who ran as a pro-life, pro-gun, anti-Nancy Pelosi, conservative.”

So behold the emerging Campaign ’18. For months now, Democrats have been recruiting youthful military vets, some of them anti-abortion, and committed to a generational change of the Democrats’ geriatric leadership. In an area like Pennsylvania’s 18th congressional district, which historically has been home to white, working-class, blue-collar cradle Democrats, this is a winning idea. In order to take back states like Pennsylvania, Michigan, and Wisconsin, Democrats finally are realizing that the Pelosi-Schemer-Clinton axis of evil no longer holds any appeal, but that clean-cut, all-American types like Conor Lamb very much do. A party that has never had any problem compromising its transient “moral” principles won’t hesitate to run right at conservative Democrat voters, even it means betraying their professed ideals in order to support the national party with votes in Congress when it matters. “By any means necessary” is the Democrats’ slogan for a reason, after all.

Meanwhile, on the Republican side, the consultants who make a living by turning winnable races into close elections, bear much of the blame. Behind the scenes, in race after race, they decide beforehand which candidates are viable and which aren’t. The result is a top-down determination about where the PAC money will go, and about which candidates will get national media attention. Ask yourself this: had you ever heard of Rick Saccade until last week? Bet you heard of Conor Lamb.

Ah, but it’s worse than that; worries about GOPe ineptness are only part of the story. We shouldn’t leave treachery out of our calculations:

RUSH: I see the smile. Oh, he’s gloating. (imitating Murphy) “Yeah, I did, Trump, Trump, Trump, guess what, we’re getting clobbered in the polls. The problem is fundamentally Trump and the fact that the party’s become a bunch of lemmings following him. Oh, you idiots. I tried to tell you, I tried to tell you. We have the most unpopular president in the history of presidents, two-thirds of the country’s offended by the guy every day, I told you, it’s Trump, Trump, Trump. Blue wave is coming. We’re toast! Ha-ha! I told you.”

Let’s go on to McKinnon, Mark McKinnon next. He ran all the media for George Bush in the 2000 campaign and was prominent in 2004. He was on with Don Lemon. And McKinnon is the guy that founded this centrist group called No Labels. We’re not conservatives. We’re not liberals. We’re actually liberals that don’t call ourselves liberals, is what the No Labels group is. And Lemon said, “Okay. You’re plugged into a lot of Republicans, Mark. What are they really saying behind the scenes?”

MCKINNON: They’re saying, get off the beach. The wave is coming. Get out of here. I mean, actually, that is happening. I mean, they’re getting out of the races altogether. In fact, 41 Republicans have retired and resigned. And I think because of last night we’re gonna see more resignations. Last night’s news, that was the canary in the coal mine getting hit by mustard gas and a grenade, and there’s feathers everywhere. I think a lot of Republicans were holding out hope that because of the tax cuts and because of the very strong economy, that would help carry through some of the problems that we’ve been seeing out there. This suggests that that’s not gonna be the lifeboat that everybody thought it was gonna be.

RUSH: Okay. We got one more with Murphy back on CNN, and he’s on the same show with McKinnon ’cause you’ll hear McKinnon in this bite as well.

MURPHY: We need to give the same kind of long leash to some of our candidates who want to walk away from the president a little bit and walk away from some of these litmus test primary issues, like guns in these suburban districts where Republican support is collapsing. So I would say my advice to the Republicans would be, copy that, because we are heading for real headwinds. That’s an effective tactic, as we just learned in one of our base districts.

RUSH: So we need to give a long leash to some of our candidates who want to walk away from the president a little bit, walk away from some of these litmus test primary issues like guns in these suburban districts where Republican support is collapsing. Republican support for guns in suburban districts is collapsing.

Hey, anybody remember when these guys were howling about Trump because Muh Conservative Principles? Nah, me neither.

Limbaugh administers the antidote:

Okay, so the message is that Trump is a buffoon, an idiot, he’s hated and despised, two-thirds of the country doesn’t like the guy. He’s the most negative polling president first year, first term we’ve ever had, blue wave is coming, get off the beach or you’re gonna drown. Republicans are resigning left and right. It’s over.

How did he get elected in the first place, then? Could somebody explain to me what happened, how did he get elected in the first place? Was he overwhelmingly popular by people who voted for him and now one-third of the people that voted for him have abandoned him or more, he’s hated and despised? Trump is hated and despised by many of the people that the voted for him, Republican support is collapsing because of Trump, Trump, Trump? How did a guy like this ever get elected then?

And that’s still my question too. Like I said, I could easily be wrong here. Enough people out there could buy into the Democrat-Socialist bait and switch to send the Repubs packing. And I have no doubt that a return to their also-ran status would suit plenty of business-as-usual GOPers just fine.

But the fact remains that, aside from blatantly misrepresenting themselves, the Democrat Socialist Party has NOTHING. Nothing but old, tired ideas that have failed every time they’ve been tried; Obama’s dismal record; and a bitter, bone-deep contempt for traditional American values they don’t even bother trying to conceal anymore. I just can’t quite get my head around the chilling thought that most Americans are so fickle, so naive, so fucking stupid as to be taken in by such brazen chicanery. Not yet, I can’t.

I mean, really: if a guy like Conor Lamb truly is such a rock-ribbed “conservative”—even going so far as to run a campaign ad featuring himself firing an AR15, ferchrissake—then why on earth would he bother with the Democrat Socialist Party at all? Any person who owns and enjoys an “assault weapon” knows very damned well that the Dems are practically drooling at the prospect of banning them again, emboldened enough by recent tragedy to abandon the old “I’m a hunter myself” subterfuge to shout their intentions from the very rooftops. If Lamb was as staunch a Second Amendment proponent as he claims, he wouldn’t even be a member of the Democrat Socialist Party, much less running for office under their tainted rubric.

No, we’ve seen this movie before, about a bajillion times. Run in a Republican district as a “conservative” or “moderate,” slime your way into office, and then march in lockstep with the rest of the dirty DC commies forever after. It pains me to have to say it about a former Marine, but Lamb is either a fraud or a fool. And the people who just elected him are either suckers…or something much, much worse. There just is no other explanation.

Lest we forget, the execrable cur John Murtha was a Marine too. From Pennsylvania, if I remember right (yep, I do). Must be something in the water up there or something.

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“Things didn’t turn out the way she hoped”

Did I mention the Sexual Revolution just now? Why yes, I believe I did. Meet one of its victims, who learned that no, you really CAN’T have it all.

Brigitte Adams caused a sensation four years ago when she appeared on the cover of Bloomberg Businessweek under the headline, “Freeze your eggs, Free your career.” She was single and blond, a Vassar graduate who spoke fluent Italian, and was working in tech marketing for a number of prestigious companies. Her story was one of empowerment, how a new fertility procedure was giving women more choices, as the magazine noted provocatively, “in the quest to have it all.”

Adams remembers feeling a wonderful sense of freedom after she froze her eggs in her late 30s, despite the $19,000 cost. Her plan was to work a few more years, find a great guy to marry and still have a house full of her own children.

In early 2017, with her 45th birthday looming and no sign of Mr. Right, she decided to start a family on her own.

She excitedly unfroze the 11 eggs she had stored and selected a sperm donor.

Two eggs failed to survive the thawing process. Three more failed to fertilize. That left six embryos, of which five appeared to be abnormal. The last one was implanted in her uterus. On the morning of March 7, she got the devastating news that it, too, had failed.

Adams was not pregnant, and her chances of carrying her genetic child had just dropped to near zero. She remembers screaming like “a wild animal,” throwing books, papers, her laptop — and collapsing to the ground.

Oops. The over-entitled bint (shouldn’t other Lefties be denouncing her as a “breeder” at this point?) ends up getting a donor egg fertilized by a sperm donor of her choosing—a result she seems to find somewhat less than completely satisfying, seeing as how she has no genetic connection to her incubator “offspring” whatever. Heartiste spares not the lash:

How can an ostensibly SMRT, overeducated woman be so fucking deluded? I doubt artificial wombs or lab-grown eggs, or the egg freezing already available and discussed in this sob story, will have the huge impact on the sexual market that I hear claimed in some quarters. Men don’t fuck frozen eggs or hidden wombs. Men fuck women. A woman’s face and body is what motivates men to fucking or to a bid at fucking. This is why I’ve argued sexbots will be the game-changer, rather than those other reproductive technologies coming down the pike. The sexbot correctly manipulates men by simulating the experience of sex with a younger, hotter, tighter woman.

Our Peak RBF has forgotten the common sense that “younger, hotter, tighter” doesn’t mean “younger, hotter, tighter eggs”. A sexy egg in a decrepit body is still an egg no man would bother fertilizing.

Sperm is economical
Eggs are valuable
Men are expendable
Women perishable

Natural selection in real time.

Another unintended consequence of tinkering with Mother Nature to suit one’s greedy, selfish whim, all oblivious to Mother Nature’s unfortunate habit of tinkering right back…hard. O Brave New World, that has such arrogance in it.

(Via WRSA)

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But of course

So I was considering a post on Lyft and Uber over the last couple of days, just trying to organize my thoughts on it. See, I’ve been driving for Uber for a couple of months now, and it’s great. I make quite good money at it, the folks I drive around are always really nice and fun to chat with, and I can work around the demands of tending to the young ‘un with ease. It’s one of the best jobs I ever had, in truth.

My premise in pondering such a post was this: Lyft and Uber are perfect examples of the capitalist ideal at its very best. These companies have leveraged technological advances in a very creative fashion, conjuring a market from nowhere that satisfies a demand nobody even suspected might exist before. They compete with a tightly controlled taxi industry that is wholly at the mercy of government interference. State and/or local authority then steps in to pick winners and losers by putting its clumsy thumbs on the scale in government’s usual fashion: regulation, taxation, and licensing requirements that effectively restrict competition and inhibit innovation.

The fact that the ridesharing services are running rings around their government-strangled competition is made evident enough by the screaming from the taxicab companies about unfair competition and demands for the playing field to be leveled by forcing rideshare companies into the government’s less than tender embrace. Those objections aren’t without merit, to be sure. But only if you concede the premise that micromanagement of all economic activity is the proper role of government in the first place.

A lot of my riders have told me they never had bothered with taxis before; unlike NYC, cabs here are mostly a last resort for the desperate or hopelessly drunk. The cabs themselves are often dirty and poorly-maintained rattletraps, their drivers surly and unreliable, or so I’ve been told. Also unlike NYC, you can’t just hail one from the street. You call for one, and then you wait. And wait. And wait.

I’ve been anticipating with dread the day when government would at last begin to assert its right to meddle, which was inevitable—waddling roughly into the room to ruin everybody’s good thing with its usual greedy presumption. And, well, here it comes.

OAKLAND, Calif.—A local city council member is beginning to float the idea of taxing ride hailing companies like Uber and Lyft as a possible way to raise millions of dollars and help pay for local public transportation and infrastructure improvements.

If the effort is successful, Oakland could become the first city in California—Uber and Lyft’s home state—to impose such a tax. However, it’s not clear whether Oakland or any other city in the Golden State has the authority to do so under current state rules.

Councilwoman Rebecca Kaplan told the East Bay Express that she wants the city council to put forward a ballot measure that would tax such rides.

“The power to tax is a separate power regardless of whether or not you can regulate something,” said Kaplan in an interview with the alt-weekly. “They’re using our streets to do business, and we don’t currently have any revenue from it.”

Well, we can’t have THAT, now can we?

I don’t know how things are set up in the People’s Republic of California, but here in NC I’m required to pay taxes on: my vehicle registration; my driver’s license; the purchase of the vehicle itself; tires, maintenance, and repairs; every gallon of gasoline I buy; and the income I make when I’m working. Those taxes are not insignificant, even individually. Add ’em all up and they’re a long, long way from “don’t currently have any revenue from it,” thank you very much. And it still isn’t enough.

Thus does the ruination of yet another fledgling industry begin. It’s becoming hugely annoying to me when I hear some Proggie asswipe bitch about what an awful thing capitalism is, as if any such thing even existed anymore. It’s for sure and certain those types are no longer familiar enough with it to recognize it if it walked up and bit them on the ass.

Via Stephen, who says: “Your typical politician exhibits a level of greed which would make most businessmen blush.” Ain’t THAT the stinkin’ truth.

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Make it stop!

My God, but the EGO on this douchebag.

Former President Barack Obama and first lady Michelle Obama are negotiating a major production deal with Netflix, The New York Times reported on Thursday night.

The pending deal would bring exclusive content from the Obamas to the streaming site’s 118 million subscribers. It was not immediately clear what types of content they would deliver to the site, but Eric Schultz, a former adviser to the president told the Times: “President and Mrs. Obama have always believed in the power of storytelling to inspire.”

One possible show idea, the newspaper said, could involve Obama discussing topics that were germane to his policies as president — including health care, voting rights, and immigration, The Times said.

Those topics comprise portions of the legislative agenda he exercised during his time in the White House — many of which President Donald Trump has sought to roll back since he took office last year.

May I suggest a title? “Vital Social Issues ‘N’ Stuff, with Barky.” Sure, it’s lifted from Kelly Bundy’s short-lived show on Married With Children. But I’m confident His Majesty’s show will be of comparable quality and worth, if nowhere near as enjoyable to watch.

Despite my expectation that watching the abominable thing will be capable of inflicting actual, physical pain on saner sorts, I’m equally confident that Oshitstain will have a dismaying number of palpitating, worshipful droolcases eager to tune in and lap up his every lecture—his maddening drone falling on their ears like the sweet singing of angels, stimulating them into quivering, weeping near-catatonia. Like, say, this idiot.

It’s easy to look at what’s happening in Washington DC and despair. That’s why I carry a little plastic Obama doll in my purse. I pull him out every now and then to remind myself that the United States had a progressive, African American president until very recently. Some people find this strange, but you have to take comfort where you can find it in Donald Trump’s America.

That was belched forth by some dizzy bint in the course of touting the anticipated (by her) Blue Wave, wherein soothing memories of the earthly rein of her Lord and Savior Obama will inspire millions of normal Americans to vote in favor of re-impoverishing themselves, re-unemploying themselves, re-taxing themselves into penury, and re-subjecting themselves to endless hectoring, harassment, and random violent assault by freaks, illegal aliens, perverts, street bums, criminal thugs, gun-grabbers, Marxists, Antifa fascists, Al Franken, Mexican gangbangers, crooked career politicians, Harvey Weinstein, Muslim rapefugees, duly-deputized shadow minions of the Deep State, and assorted other dysfunctional malcontents, psychopaths, and creepazoids. IE, the Democrat-Socialist constituency en bloc.

And then, when the victims of these reprobates are desirous of the healing balm of diverting entertainment to ease the pain of their financial, spiritual, and physical wounds, they can sit back on the couch, tune in Netflix, and subject themselves to a pantload of sniffy condescension from His Majesty himself reminding them that it’s all their fault because America Sucks That’s Why, and that he’s very disappointed in the way they’ve let him down. Again.

Whatever Obama-licking liberal butt-boy conceived this devil’s deal with the Clown Prince Of Darkness to turn Netflix into O-TV ought to have his ass beat like a drum seven days a week, and twice on Sunday. Hopefully the ratings will handle that chore for us, if only in the figurative sense.

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D-M-U-B

I gotta like this guy.

The New Jersey Assemblyman criticized for posing in front of a Confederate flag in a photo he posted to his Facebook page apparently has something just as offensive up his sleeve — a tattoo of the Stars and Bars on his left arm.

The tattoo appears in multiple photos of Assemblyman Parker Space posted on a Sussex County-based blog called Skylands Patriot.

In the snaps, Parker wears short sleeved shirts that show the flag on his left inner bicep.

Last week, Space posted on his Facebook page a photo of himself and his wife standing in front of a Confederate flag superimposed with the face of country singer Hank Williams Jr. The flag included this Williams lyric: “If the South would’ve won, we would’ve had it made.”

Being the proud bearer of a Battle Flag tattoo myself, I obviously have no problem with that. And the “Confederate flag” they’re talking about is actually one of those novelty deals featuring Hank Jr’s face superimposed on the center of it, framed by the tag line and title from an old song of his. The lyrics are actually kind of funny, lighthearted and tongue in cheek if kind of awkwardly phrased in spots, clearly not intended to give offense. I can’t imagine many folks in the Northeast having just a whole lot of warm regard for the line on Space’s flag just the same.

We had a flag very like it, with Elvis in a cowboy hat instead of Bocephus and minus any song lyrics, hanging in the living room of my old NYC apartment. That grand old flag belonged to one of my roommates, a longtime New Yorker who was originally from…uhh, Chicago(?!?) and remains a dear friend of mine to this day. I only wish I had kept the flag myself; I’ve looked for another one since, but never have seen one. Which tells me that American truckstops and flea markets, particularly here in the South, just ain’t what they used to be.

That said, Space’s forced explanation is kind of weaselly, frankly. I don’t doubt his political career is now over, however fair or unfair anybody might think that to be. It’s kind of mind-boggling that the guy—anybody, really, much less a politician—was oblivious to what posting such things on Facebook was going to get him. It doesn’t speak at all well of his astuteness regarding political realities and the current cultural state of play, particularly in the Northeast. And this is even worse:

“Hope no one is offended! LOL!” Space captioned the photo — later removing the “LOL.”

Dude. “Hope no one is offended”? SERIOUSLY? I mean, just…DUDE.

By the way, this post is an example of GAB paying off, seeing as how I found it in one of my new followers’ posts, which I’d link to here if I knew how. So, y’know, there’s that.

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Fake news, fake everything

Why I don’t do Twitter, Reason the Eleventy-millionth.

A few weeks ago I read a news item about the proliferation of “bots” as a commercially crooked, fraudulent, deceitful way by which celebrities try to fool the public into believing that millions of Americans passionately follow them on Facebook, on Twitter, and on other social media. If a celebrity has fewer “followers” than someone who has absolutely no reason to be famous, no discernible genius nor other socially valuable aspect, that reveals the celebrity’s social inconsequence. As a result, there apparently are entrepreneurs who create millions of fake accounts on Twitter, Facebook, and elsewhere — and then get paid by the insecure celebrities or their publicity agents to set those fake accounts — “bots” — as “followers” of the celebrity. In other words, the celebrities pay for “Followers.” They pay fraudulent entrepreneurs to fabricate followers for them.

Think of your own name and identity. Now look in the mirror: how many of you are there? Perhaps one. (If two, either count calories or carbograms more carefully, or get a new mirror.) Meanwhile, let’s say there are ten accounts on Twitter with your name and identity — and all of them are set to follow someone you hate or never heard of. Guess what? Without you even knowing it, that person whom you hate or never heard of is going around bragging that he or she or it has ten more “followers” on Twitter than would be the case if your fraudulent “bots” did not exist, and if the celebrity had not paid for it. In all, hundreds of thousands — even millions — of Twitter “followers” do not even exist. It all is fake. It all is a lie. And the celebrities and their agents pay for the fake “Followers.”

Out of curiosity after reading the piece, I went onto Twitter. I personally do not tweet. I have serious reasons for avoiding Twitter. My law students do not care about my views about politics and religion. My synagogue members do not care about my interpretations or discussions of the civil laws of remedies, contracts, civil procedure, and advanced torts. My law clients do not even want to imagine that I do or think anything all day and night except worry about their legal issues. So I stay out of Twitter.

But — oh, what joy! Sure enough, there I am on Twitter: Dov Fischer, with my casual Hebrew rabbinic title, and the number of commandments that appear in the Torah by the Word of G-d and the hand of Moses. Apparently I have 4 Followers — none of whom I remotely have heard of, nor have even the remotest connection to my congregation, my Judaism, my law practice, my more-than-1,500 law students whom I have taught these past 14 years, my twenty-six years of published political and social commentary, nor my beloved New York Yankees and Mets. “Bots” following a “Bot”?

And — better still! — I am “Following” 41 people including Zedd (Who the heck is he? Is it a he?), Jimmy Kimmel, Tim Cook, Kobe Bryant (the one from the Colorado hotel), Ellen DeGeneres (Nobel laureate Obama’s Medal of Freedom winner), Bernie Sanders, LeBron James, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar (He’s still alive?), Elon Musk, SpaceX, Disneyland (Who can afford it? $600 to stand on line seven hours to go on a ride?), and just-plain Disney. Are these people or their publicity agents so insecure and desperate for attention that they actually need to pay someone to create a false Twitter account just to add a “follower”? And to buy millions more?

Are you as passionate a follower of the Rich and Pseudo-Famous as I am — or, more accurately: as my fraudulently created “bot” is? Go and take a look. Look yourself up. See whom you “follow”!

Naaaah. Don’t want to know. Don’t give a shit.

I DID sign up for a Gab account a while back, but I never have used it. I figure anything I have to say, I’ll just say it here. There are in fact plenty of Tweets I’ve linked here, as you all know, but only after seeing ’em mentioned someplace else. Don’t know why, it just never really grabbed me. Another symptom of my metastasizing old-fogeydom, I reckon.

Wonder if I have any Gab followers at all by now? Maybe I’ll go toss something or other up over there, just for the hell of it. If I can remember my login and whatnot, that is.

Just what I need, another internet time-suck update! Meh. Two followers, bizarrely enough. I posted something lackluster, just to say I did. I remain…uhh, unenchanted, shall we say, which I hasten to add is surely not Gab’s fault. The handle is Tommygunmike, if anyone is interested, but I don’t know that I’m in any real hurry to go back, honestly.

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Self-beclownment nonpareil

If there’s an Olympic Gold Medal for incandescent stupidity, Palsied Pelousi just won it. Hands down, no contest.

House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi put forth a new idea for border security, arguing that “mowing the grass” in some areas could be sufficient instead of building a wall.

In an interview with the Arizona Republic, Pelosi (D-Calif.) said she “is not the biggest advocate” for President Trump’s long-promised wall as part of a negotiation on a fix for Dreamers.

“Let’s talk about where a more serious structure might be necessary, where fencing will do or mowing the grass so people can’t be smuggled through the grass,” she proposed, also mentioning adding levees, technology and personnel to enhance border security. 

Ace helpfully provides a few pictures of these areas, which are of course barren desert with not one blade higher than a toddler’s ankle in evidence. I ask you, isn’t it about time this blibbering, senile old coot was put away in some sort of home—by force, if necessary? For her own safety, if for no other reason.

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Toxic liberalism

Can’t believe I didn’t come up with that term myself already.

What kind of man does society value?

Appropriately docile, neutered, feminized ones. Which is to say: none.

Well, for starters, men are not really valued by society the way they used to be. The loss of manufacturing and the shift to service-sector jobs has played a role in that. Also, the rise of school curricula that favors girls over boys has contributed to not only the diminishment of men, but likely also to the disproportionate numbers of women opting to go to college (and graduating) compared to their male counterparts. So, too, has the diminishment of community, thanks to the internet and the insane schedules in peoples’ lives today that very often leaves them isolated and alone.
We mustn’t forget that Pop Culture very often portrays men as sex-crazed maniacs, to be hated and feared. Or, in the case of popular family situation comedies, the fathers are portrayed as dunderheads to be pitied and constantly one-upped by their chirping children and nagging wives. Of course, there is always rap culture, excessively violent video games, and films, to further warp a young man’s mind.

For America to survive, it needs an accountable and responsible citizenry (and government). We cannot be free under any other circumstance. Free societies tend to be the most prosperous. The more erosion of responsibility we endure as citizens, the more powerful the state will become, and the less free we will all be (and therefore, we’ll be less prosperous and less safe). Unlike modern Liberals, the Founding Fathers firmly believed that the American people were responsible enough to possess firearms, which is why they enshrined that belief in the Second Amendment of the Constitution. The Left blames guns and wants to take them from ordinary citizens because the Left wants to diminish personal responsibility, knowing full well that the act will erode your liberty. Since responsibility has historically been associated with masculinity, classic masculinity itself has been deemed “toxic,” and our young men are told to abandon those virtues in favor of… something… anything else. This is not tenable.

Until we rid the country of toxic Liberalism, our society will continue churning out more young men like Nikolas Cruz, and America’s inexorable decline will become terminal.

You said a mouthful there, buddy. As for the wilting hothouse flowers some are pleased to refer to as “men” nowadays, how ’bout them Broward Cowards, eh?

Not one but four sheriff’s deputies hid behind cars instead of storming Marjory Stoneman Douglas HS in Parkland, Fla., during Wednesday’s school shooting, police claimed Friday — as newly released records revealed the Broward County Sheriff’s Office had received at least 18 calls about the troubled teen over the past decade.

Sources from Coral Springs, Fla., Police Department tell CNN that when its officers arrived on the scene Wednesday, they were shocked to find three Broward County Sheriff’s deputies behind their cars with weapons drawn.

Well, y’know, the main thing is that they all made it home at the end of their shift, right?

Loath as I am to offer it, there is an argument to be made in defense of the perfidy of these sniveling wretches. No really, there is. I only wish I was joking.

The Broward County Sheriff’s Office (BSO) didn’t “miss warning signs” or make “mistakes” in not writing up reports. The Sheriff’s office did exactly what their internal policies, procedures and official training required them to do, they intentionally ignored the signs, and intentionally didn’t generate documents.

It is important to understand the policy here. Broward County law enforcement (Sheriff Israel), in conjunction with Broward County School Officials (Superintendent Runcie and School Board), have a standing policy to ignore any criminal engagement with High School students.

Secondly, the 27 minute tape-delay in the CCTV system is not an “accident”, “flaw” or “mistake”. It is entirely by design.

As a standard Broward and Miami-Dade practice, when school law enforcement need to cover-up or hide behavior, they need time (when that behavior happens) to delete the evidence trail. As such the school policy -as carried out in practice- is more efficient with a 30 minute tape delay affording the school officer enough time to deal with the situation, then erase the possibility of a recording of the unlawful activity surfacing.

Building in a 30 minute delay on the CCTV system was one of those pesky add-on items that happened a few years ago when the School and Law Enforcement officials established the policy of intentionally not arresting students.

With modern technology it’s tough to hide criminal behavior, especially the violent stuff, when it is being recorded. Duh. Ergo the tape-delay was the best-practice workaround.

Lastly, when the county education policy is intentionally constructed to ignore criminal behavior in schools, the Sheriff and School superintendent cannot rely on “law-and-order-minded” school police officers to carry out the heavily nuanced policy. The county officials need the people closest to the work, the officers, to be able to think quickly on their feet to safeguard their prized district-wide statistics.

A Broward County SRO must carry a political hat and be able to intercept behavior, modify his/her action based on a specific policy need, falsify documents, hide evidence, manipulate records and engage inside the system with an understanding of the unwritten goals.

Broward County school law enforcement are given political instructions, and carrying out political objectives. They are not given law-enforcement instructions.

It shouldn’t be too hard to read between the lines and figure out what this policy is really all about. Violence, disruptive behavior, and many other disciplinary problems are inevitably going to be the near-exclusive province of a handful of unruly and unmanageable black students in most any school of a certain size. The sad reality is that such is the case in way more schools than just this one, and everybody knows it. But nobody dares say a word about it, much less take action to either get the troublemakers under some sort of control or get them the hell out for good should they prove to be beyond disciplining. That would cause way more problems than anybody really wants to deal with if they can avoid it; as Sundance points out, the goal here is not security or even order, but keeping those stats looking good and that paperwork tidy.

So school authorities, to include the cops and/or other security personnel on the grounds, have tacitly agreed to tie their own hands and avert their eyes in the hope that all the ugliness will just go away somehow. The can gets kicked on down the road into somebody else’s bailiwick: no responsibility, no reckoning, no career-imperiling fuss or muss. No sand to clog the gears and disrupt the thrumming of the Pointless Machine—a machine whose sole purpose has devolved into perpetuating its own existence, and nothing more. It all adds up to just another case of sweeping the problems caused ultimately by Toxic Liberalism under the rug, along with all the other mouldering old bones.

Really, when you give it some thought, it’s pretty much the way government at every level above, say, a well-run small-town mayor’s office operates. Which in turn is a big part of the reason why the Founders insisted via the Constitution that government be kept as close to the governed as possible: to keep it accessible to them, to ensure its accountability to them, to facilitate corrective action when (not if) it went astray. It’s plain to see where our having wandered so far from that ideal has gotten us, for anyone with eyes to see and the stomach for looking.

Lame bureaucratic justifications aside, however, in a case like this—a murderous lunatic in the act of slaughtering innocent kids and teachers inside the building—I find it difficult to get my head around the notion of cops so despicable, so craven, as to cower and cringe from cover in response…rules or no rules, policy or no policy. As with the military, a willingness to put themselves in the way of physical harm—to lay their lives on the line to protect the public—is part and parcel of the oath they swear, if it isn’t explicitly stated in specific versions of it here and there. It is the bones and sinew of the very concept of “duty.” In many places, “To protect and serve” is painted right on the friggin’ doors of their patrol cars, for crying out loud.

Looks like the South Park version (“To harass and annoy”) is WAY nearer the mark in Broward County, it turns out.

I’ve mentioned many times here that I have friends and family both who are or were cops, and I can tell you with absolute confidence that not a one of them would have reacted in such a contemptible fashion. They would have gone in there and done whatever they could to end it, ass-covering, weasel-worded policies and rules be damned. As it happens, I had a brief conversation earlier today with one of them about all this, an old regular at the Harley shop I used to work at, now a retired homicide detective. The shame and grief—the horror—he felt was an almost palpable thing, although it was in no way his burden to bear. It was unjustly spattered over him by much lesser men than he: betrayers of public trust and confidence, grotesque parodies of real police officers, entirely unworthy of the badges they besmirched.

We all have to pray that their numbers are small, that they’re exceptions that prove a worthier rule. Maybe they should have all just joined the FBI instead.

Update! Apparently, the fish really DOES rot from the head.

Broward County Sheriff Scott Israel—the man whose agency failed to prevent the Parkland massacre despite having received a tip last November that Nikolas Cruz was plotting a mass shooting—has been accused of public corruption.

Asked about the allegations, Israel responded, “What have I done differently than Don Shula or Abraham Lincoln or Martin Luther King, Gandhi?”

He also said, “Lions don’t care about the opinions of sheep.” That’s a paraphrase of a quote from the Game of Thrones character Tywin Lannister, a villainous public administrator known for promoting his family’s interests ahead of the government’s or the people’s.

The man is vile. There’s just no other word for it. God only knows what he and his loathsome fellows have gotten up to and gotten away with over the years. It’s a cinch that this is only the tip of a very big, very dirty iceberg.

Hey, wait a minute here: did this crooked cop—whose underlings refused to do their duty and allowed kids under their dubious “protection” to be slaughtered, shirking all a-tremble in their hidey-holes while cops from a neighboring cop-shop stepped around them to righteously fulfill their oaths—just compare himself to Lincoln, Ghandi, and MLK?

Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?

Suddenly, a lot of incomprehensible things begin to make sense. Clearly this department needs a thorough scrubbing down, starting with the slime on top. If I was a taxpaying citizen of Broward County, I’d be highly pissed at seeing what my tax dollars had been supporting all this time. Like, torches, pitchforks, tar, and feathers pissed. But maybe that’s just me.

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Desperation

Hey, remember when Trump was patently unqualified to be President because he was a mere celebrity, a near-lifelike TV character with no political experience, no knowledge of how the DC game is played?

Yeah, well. About that.

Elizabeth Warren can’t be happy about Oprah considering a run. Big Chief Running Mouth is shrill and annoying, and you get the idea that she’s always on the verge of telling you to use your inside voice. Oprah is calm and soothing and offers mindless insights about how you have to be the very best you you can be, and how you always have to stand in your own truth. The rabble-rousing squaw wants to get people riled up and on the warpath. But Winfrey wants to calm them down, to make them relax, to allow them not to think, and to be swept away in the feel-good vibes. She wants to be the Oprah-oid of the masses.

Warren wants to keep resisting. Oprah’s secret is her unspoken promise of a return to normalcy, of calm and quiet. But, of course, that’s a lie. Oprah will be an activist liberal and will put a bull’s eye on those of us who refuse to fawn and applaud.

Oprah superficially seems to love everybody. She’s all feelings and hugs, but a TV show isn’t the campaign trail, and since the liberal media no longer has a monopoly of coverage, she won’t get to write the script. The truth will come out. Oprah already has her own deplorable problem – there’s an interview with her suggesting a good chunk of non-liberal Americans are racist and need to die. These people are apparently not the very best yous they can be, and must therefore be purged.

Oprah checks all the liberal boxes. She believes in science, meaning she thinks both heat waves and cold fronts prove global warming, that you can change your gender by wanting to, that vaccines are a conspiracy, and that Dr. Oz’s magic fungus extract will cleanse your body of negative waves, thereby allowing you to be the very best you you can be.

You know she’s going to hate guns in the hands of anyone but her private security force. You know that she believes in perpetual conflict over race, gender, and all the other touchstones of liberal hate-mongering. You know that a Winfrey administration would be filled with the same band of punks and hacks who brought us ISIS, North Korean nukes, and who abandoned the Iranian freedom fighters just before shipping their oppressors pallets of 100 dollar bills.

All of which underscores not just Oprah’s primary obstacle, but the Democrat Socialist Party’s as well. If their desperation was a tsunami approaching the West Coast, people as far east as, say, Missouri would be well advised to pack up and flee. And if futility was a snowstorm, we’d all be until June digging out from under it.

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You will be made to…wait, WHAT, again now?

Chaos. Incoherence. Inconsistency. Add it all up and you get Progtard comedy gold.

Singer Ginuwine has sparked a heated debate on Twitter after a recent episode of Celebrity Big Brother UK. In the latest episode, Ginuwine seemingly rejected fellow housemate India Willoughby.

The controversy stems from a conversation between Willoughby and the “Pony” singer, in which she asked whether he would date a trans woman. “You would date me, yeah,” Willoughby, who is a trans woman herself, asked. “Not if you were trans,” Ginuwine replied. After Ginuwine replied that he would not date a trans woman, Willoughby attempted to plant a kiss on the singer. When her advance was rejected, Willoughby stormed off.

Mmm, s’cuse me and all, but wasn’t ZXHRR’s outrageous demand that this guy make himself available to ZXHRR for ZXHRR’s sexual use, umm, harassment? In fact, wasn’t ZXHRR’s unwanted (NO MEANS NO! EXCEPT WHEN IT DOESN’T!) lunge an actual, errrr, sexual assault? Isn’t this Ginuwine fellow, whoever the hell he is, now officially a Victim™, who must Always Be Believed? And shouldn’t Progtards everywhere be up in arms over his victimization?

No, no, I guess not. Never mind.

Now Twitter has split into two sides. One side is outraged by Ginuwine’s rejection, suggesting that his unwillingness to date trans women is transphobic and bigoted. On the other hand, some fans are rallying behind the “In Those Jeans” artist, insisting that he has a choice to date whomever he chooses. Some also suggested that Willoughby was actually harassing him.

Dude, that’s three sides. Unless, as I suspect, the ones in that last category numbered about, oh, four, and were commenting in the same spirit of mockery that I am here and therefore don’t count. One more question, though: are all the Left’s slopes as slippery as this one is proving to be?

Via Ace, who goes on to make a damned good point about where our own domestic media fits into all this tommyrot, and how Progtardia uses these horseshit Critically Vitally Important Issues ‘N Stuff as a tactic to keep the culture shifting ever Leftward.

So let’s tot it all up then: we have a Being Of Penis unequivocally rejecting a proposed sexual advance, up to and including outright assault by the Left’s own established previous standards for the term, by another Being Of Penis who wishes to be a Being Of Vagina but who everybody involved admits is not. The Being Of Vagina perpetrates the assault anyway in contravention of the clearly expressed rejection of said attack. This event cannot be acknowledged—despite its having been captured on film—by Proggies as the assault it self-evidently was, though, because…well, because reasons. Also, shut up.

I repeat: chaos. Incoherence. Complete batshit lunacy, in fact. I can’t imagine there’s a sane Normal in the Western world—be they Beings Of Penis or Vagina—who can make any sense at all of it, and whose sole wish in reaction will be anything other than to keep the whole throbbing mess just as far away from them as is humanly possible.

This, too, is how you got Trump, you idiots. Not a moment too soon, either.

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I just…can’t even

Sick fucks.

Do you have a kid you’re hoping to force your socio-political ideas on? Are the attention grabbing posts you make on social media about your small child’s gender confusion lacking on Facebook likes, or Tumblr reblogs? Then fret not, dear social justice warrior, because now there’s a site called “transkids” that will sell you a small prosthetic penis for your little girl to wear around.

No really, Morse isn’t kidding. If only he was. From the “About us” section of this horrid travesty of a website:

TransKids is run by Searah, who also runs a site for trans guys called ftmessentials.com. After years of helping adults find high-quality gender expression gear, she saw the need for a site and store that focused more on kids and their unique needs.

Searah hopes that all parents coming here can trust that this is a safe and affirming place, where helping your kids live fully and embodied is our only goal. 

Umm, no, not exactly. Not by a long yard, it ain’t. Back to Morse for the unvarnished truth:

Why these people believe forcing their ideas about sexuality and gender on kids whose main concern should be who will play hide and seek with them after school is anyone’s guess. In a sane world this would be considered child abuse, but for too many platforms, this is considered “tolerance” and “open mindedness.”

This isn’t open mindedness or tolerance, this is straight up child abuse. Not only are these ideological die-hards teaching their children to grow up with the idea that they were born wrong, or defective, they’re attempting to make them wear things — by force or by persuasion — to put a penis between their legs.

I don’t know why there are people out there who believe putting a penis between a little girl’s legs is somehow now acceptable in the right context. This is not acceptable. Not in any context.

Agreed, completely. I’ve said many times here that I would never advocate harassing or tormenting the tiny handful of sad, mentally ill individuals out there who are suffering from crippling delusions about their gender. But what this “Searah” person is doing is vile—criminally so, de facto if not de jure. It amounts to encouraging this pathology among impressionable children who would most likely otherwise have no interest in such questioning at all, and doing so for political purposes. If such sinister manipulation isn’t actually against any law, then it probably ought to be.

(Via VP)

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Latest shoe dropping

The Uniparty Coup Cabal find themselves a new Ewan McMuffin:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rotten tree bears toxic fruit

Defining degeneracy down. Or, looked at another way, raising the bar to truly nauseating heights.

Would you be inclined to buy makeup because a 10-year-old boy is showing you how to create a look on Instagram? If we’re talking about Jack Bennett of @makeuupbyjack, then the answer could well be a resounding yes.

Oh, I assure you it most certainly could NOT. It does raise a whole lot of other questions (such as whether this poor confused young man’s overindulgent parents ought to be locked up, for one), but the only real answer it provides is whether this kid has serious mental-health issues or not, and whether he’ll be tormented by them his whole life long. But I suspect there was never much doubt about those answers anyway.

Since convincing his mother to start his account in May, young Mr. Bennett, who lives in Berkshire, England, has amassed 331,000 followers and attracted the attention of brands like MAC and NYX, which have offered products to create looks. Refinery29 has celebrated him as the next big thing in makeup.

He is the latest evidence of a seismic power shift in the beauty industry, which has thrust social media influencers to the top of the pecking order. Refreshingly, they come in all shapes, sizes, ages and, more recently, genders. Hailed by Marie Claire as the “beauty boys of Instagram,” the early male pioneers, like Patrick Simondac (@PatrickStarrr), Jeffree Star(@jeffreestar) and Manny Gutierrez, (@MannyMua733), have transcended niche to become juggernauts with millions of followers. And their aesthetic is decidedly new: neither old-school-rocker makeup nor drag queen.

“When I first started on Instagram six years ago, the only stuff that existed was guy-liner,” Mr. Starrr said. “It was Fall Out Boy, and it was not glamorous. There wasn’t anything close to applying false lashes. I wanted to feel pretty and beautiful without being a drag queen.”

Well, sorry, kid, but despite the cheerleading from the cultural boll-weevils at the NYT—who wish only to undercut the whole idea of masculinity by promoting gender confusion and dysfunction, and are merely using your natural early-stage groping for identity to promote a sinister agenda—you’ve failed at that.

What makes the Lefty propagandists indulging and manipulating the trials of youth to advance their larger goal of manipulating the greater society as well as humanity itself so despicable in this instance is the damage they’re doing to the boys. Instead of providing them with proper guidance and role models that could ease their passage to a healthy, realistic, and more productive place in society, the kids in this article are going to suffer their whole lives from this Lefty ploy in one way or another. The villains wreaking this havoc—starting with the writer of this article, and the NYT itself—should hope most fervently that karma ain’t a real thing. Or, y’know, Hell.

Mike Walsh lays his finger on another issue:

At the same time the MSM tosses around the word “pedophila” without the slightest idea what its definition actually is, the Newspaper of Record goes and runs a celebratory story like this: just have a look at the picture at the link of a ten-year-old boy. This is not only the sexualizing of children, it’s the homosexualizing of them, which is of course the point, given the Times‘s passionate and enthusiastic advocacy of all things gay.

The gay marriage battle, as many said at the time, was just the first step down a path that would lead into many cultural blind alleys. That now-quaint notion was airily dismissed at the time as absurd exaggerations from extremist bigots overcome by hysteria and hate. Those “extremists” wished not to oppress anyone or do them harm, but to preserve institutions and traditions that have served humanity quite well for a VERY long time, and sparked the most rapid advancement, the most true progress, in all of human history.

A small irony: the remarkable rapidity of that progress, juxtaposed with the breakneck speed of the changes in attitudes being wrought even now by the Left’s machinations seeking to pervert or undo it. Imagine gay marriage as anything but a completely mainstream and non-controversial proposition now; imagine lighting up a cigarette in a bar freely and without approbation or arrest; imagine repealing Obamacare…and not replacing it with any government-run system.

You probably can’t. I’d bet anything your teen or twenty-something kid can’t.

As with feminism and the status of American blacks among many other issues, the NYT’s and Leftymedia’s pro-gay advocacy has dragged us way beyond righting some wrongs, addressing some legitimate grievances, and liberating a marginal minority who, yes, had been treated unfairly in the past, sometimes horribly so. This is now something else entirely: it’s an attempt at the overthrow of an entire culture, replacing it not with some marvelous Utopia but with chaos and confusion.

But you don’t have to take my word for it; the loathsome hippies gave the game away long ago:

Everyone knows that Charles Manson inspired those murders. None of that is being forgotten in reports of his death.

But what also shouldn’t be forgotten was how the murders inspired Bernardine Dohrn, the ’60s militant Marxist who spearheaded the Weather Underground.

That surreal, cruel moment came at the appropriately titled “War Council” held in Flint, Michigan on December 27, 1969, two days after Christmas. It was attended by some 400 student radicals from the SDS-Weathermen cabal, who promoted this political-ideological-sexual gathering as a collective “Wargasm.” For the lovely ’60s hippies, it would be (as usual) a night of radical politics, unrestrained sex, and violence.

Among the ringleaders was the late John Jacobs, who had coined a fitting slogan for the evening and for the entire movement: “We’re against everything that’s good and decent.” That became obvious when the indecent Bernardine Dohrn grabbed the microphone. “We’re about being crazy motherf—ers,” Dohrn shouted, “and scaring the sh-t out of honky America!”

Mark Rudd, the SDS leader who shut down Columbia University a year earlier, in the spring of 1968, translated this message for the wider world: “The message was that we sh-t on all your conventional values, you murderers of black revolutionaries and Vietnamese babies. There were no limits to our politics of transgression.”

A line had been crossed that night in Flint — the first steps into a dark world. From the high altar of Rev. Dohrn’s four-finger salute flowed domestic terror cells, gunpowder, bomb-making units. A “new decade now dawned,” recalled Rudd, as “the New Red Army marched out from Flint, exhilarated and terrified.” Its members would spend the next decade literally plotting the violent overthrow of the United States of America, which (quoting their hero, Che Guevara) they declared “the Great Enemy of Mankind.”

They planned attacks, planted bombs, and engaged in murder, all along fleeing the federal authorities as fugitives on the FBI’s “Most Wanted” list. Ayers would change his name from town to town, chillingly visiting dead cemeteries where he borrowed the names of deceased babies from tombstones as his macabre aliases.

Lest you kid yourself that this is all some quaint old ancient history with no relevance for us in the modern era, better think again:

Dohrn and Ayers, of course, were back in the news again in 2008, when their friendship with an aspiring Illinois politician named Barack Obama was raised. A chilling symbolic moment in Obama’s rise was the political blessing he received in the living room of Bill and Bernardine in their Hyde Park home in 1995.

In fact, Obama and Bill Ayers actually did a number of things together in Chicago. They jointly served as board members at the Woods Fund in Chicago; they worked on “school reform” through the Chicago Annenberg Challenge; they served on a juvenile-justice panel (organized by Michelle Obama); they appeared together as speakers or panel participants at Chicago events; they had many mutual associations, including with disturbing figures like Rashid Khalidi; they acknowledged one another in books and reviews and even endorsement of their books; they had a relationship as neighbors (three blocks apart); plus numerous other reported associations. (I detail these and many additional connections, with copious endnotes, in my book 2010 book, Dupes.) In 2001, the same period when Ayers openly lamented that he had not done enough damage to the Pentagon, Ayers donated $200 to Obama’s reelection campaign for the Illinois Senate, which Obama happily accepted and was never called upon to repudiate. The relationship was professional and personal. Some have speculated that Barack met his wife Michelle at the Sidley & Austin law firm where Bernardine Dohrn worked.

But, hey, who’s counting — eh?

Who indeed. Which is probably the most dismaying part of all.

This does work well as a reminder that nobody should be telling themselves Leftists are going to be easy pickings when the liberty-minded finally do rise up to throw off the yoke of their oppression, or that their professed abhorrence of violence extends far enough to cover anyone who disagrees with them or dares to try to resist them. Some of that might apply in varying degrees to some or perhaps even most of them. But there has always been a hard core of the Left that is thuggish, vicious, cannot be reasoned with, and is quite enthusiastic about doing violence to their opposition. And they are probably far greater in number than many of us imagine.

Oh, and don’t be kidding yourself with the comforting assumption that our side has all the guns, either. We have most of them, true, and probably will for a good while yet. But empty talk of who has what never yet stopped even one piece of contra-Constitutional act of legislative tyranny, nor any Obama pen-and-phone power grabs, either. And the Left is beginning to arm up.

On the other hand, the hard Left will also be bringing effeminate, passive neurotics like the children in the article up top gradually into their ranks too. They’ll be dull-witted, sheep-like, and incapable of functioning or taking initiative outside of a strictly-regimented environment thanks to their government schooling. They’ll be awkward with tools, unable to cope when something malfunctions or breaks down, and prone to breaking down themselves into helplessly paralyzed fits of weeping at the slightest misadventure or unexpected complication. All of which will serve to weaken the Left just as much as it will (or has) America itself.

Another instance of stinging irony, and of their grandiose plans blowing up in their faces because of having actually been brought to a fuller fruition than they at first imagined—but which WE easily foresaw, and warned against all along. Hey, who says there ain’t any justice in the world, anyway? Why, sometimes, it’s so rich and moving as to be almost eerily poetic.

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Still stinks

Aesop remains on the Vegas case.

And oh, BTW, they have no idea why Paddock is supposed to have started shooting. Nor why he stopped. Nor why he quit with over 4,000 additional rounds remaining.

I repeat, this wasn’t a mass shooting as much as it was a photo op. One or two weapons is a shooter. Twenty-three is a press release.

And quitting while fully healthy, with over 80% of your rounds remaining?

The simple answer is that the shooter didn’t want to get caught. And didn’t. 

But he (or they) left us Schmuck Paddock, helpfully already dead on the suite floor, likely the exact same place he was when the shooting started, as he/they made their retreat a full 10 minutes before anyone from LVMPD arrived to secure the shooting scene’s perimeter.

And both the Clark County Sheriff’s Department and the FBI know this, but they have no idea who they’re actually looking for, so they don’t want to reveal that nugget.

Or, alternatively, they know exactly who they’re looking for, and don’t want to reveal that nugget.

Either way, once again:

Top. Men.

Has there EVER been one of these incidents that was less closely examined by the media, which seems unusually disinterested after dropping it unusually quickly; in which the stated conclusions of the “investigation” hung together less coherently; in which the handful of “facts” we’ve been allowed knowledge of have been less credible and more contradictory; in which Occam’s Razor has cut so sharply against the crooked grain of the official narrative right from the start?

It’s looking more and more like what happened in Vegas is gonna stay in Vegas for sure this time. Even JFK’s assassination wasn’t this suspiciously opaque…and that was in the days before every urban area had security cameras every five feet, running 24/7/365.

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Sexual assault/harrassment/groping accusations officially jump the shark

Annnnd I think we’re just about all done with this now.

Several women have accused porn legend Ron Jeremy of sexual assault.

This would seem to be a serious story, not a parody or spoof. No, really, I mean it.

The allegations against Jeremy, which date back more than 30 years, gained traction when adult star Ginger Banks released a video in June 2017 detailing several allegations of sexual misconduct against Jeremy from other adult stars, as well as fans.

Jeremy didn’t take Banks’ campaign against him lightly.

“For over 40 years fans and fellow performers pay money and wait in long lines to meet me. They want autographs, pictures, to flirt with me, physically grab me in different areas (usually my clothed penis), they ask me to touch them and many ask to have me sign their boobs,” he told Rolling Stone in a statement. “When I take photos with fans and other performers at these conventions, signings or events, I do sometimes kiss people on the lips or the cheek, sign boobs or whatever they want. There is ‘put on’ flirting and touching for the photos. This is exactly what people pay me for at conventions.

Emphasis mine here and throughout the rest of the excerpt. And, y’know, kind of, umm, important.

However, Jeremy was accused of more than groping.

Former adult star Jennifer Steele accused Jeremy, 64, of raping her twice in 1997.

“He started off being really handsy,” Steele told Rolling Stone in a feature released Wednesday. “That was one of the things I looked back at being like, ‘I should’ve known.’”

Jeremy reportedly told Steele that he booked a photoshoot for her in which she would simulate sex. Steele alleged that during the photoshoot, Jeremy told her he needed to look at her to prepare for the shoot and he allegedly assaulted her for the first time.

“It turned into him basically sticking it in without me knowing it was happening,” Steele alleged.

Uh huh. Ron Jeremy is famous for having around a 14-inch cock; in fact, it’s how he became a well-known porn star in the first place. I most assuredly do NOT have any such thing—despite which shortcoming, I never once “stuck it in” anybody “without their knowing it was happening,” if the responses from my, uhh, co-conspirators is any indication. Unless this woman has a vagina so worn and abused that it gapes and audibly flaps in the slightest breeze, amounting to a crevasse of Grand Canyon-esque proportions, the idea that she was even partially penetrated by an appendage physically comparable to a fireplug or a toddler’s arm “without her knowing” is preposterous.

“I said flat-out no…He doesn’t hear no. He just kinda keeps going and pretends like you didn’t say anything.”

“During the whole photo shoot I was thinking, ‘Was I just raped?”

No. No, you most definitely were not. If you were, then the word no longer has any meaning at all.

As a result, Steele says she agreed to stay at Jeremy’s apartment that night, but claims she told him she had a boyfriend and wouldn’t consent to any sexual activity with Jeremy and that he raped her again that night.

You weren’t raped that time either; see bold portion above for a useful clue as to why not. Jeremy’s response to this horseshit on stilts is pithy, blunt, and perfectly correct:

Jeremy denied the allegations, telling the magazine, “Why would she decide to go to her rapist’s home? Give me a f—king break.

Indeed. That anybody would take such crap seriously for even a moment demonstrates just how extreme our Progressivist-inspired torment of the language has become…which, as I always insist, is another thing that didn’t happen by accident, coincidence, or happenstance. Another good Jeremy response:

Another adult film star, Julia Ann, accused Jeremy of forcefully trying to give her a leg massage without her consent in 2011 at a Hedonism II convention in Jamaica. A colleague confirmed Ann had confided in him about the incident.

“I don’t fear him costing me work. He’s not in a position of power,” Ann explained. “What is more fearful to me and more upsetting to me is me saying something and everyone looking at me and going, ‘But that’s Ron.’”

Jeremy dismissed Ann’s claim, telling Rolling Stone, “Someone claimed that in Hedonism in Jamaica, which is a nudist swingers resort, I tried to massage their leg years ago? Why is this even in an article?

“As for the charges of Groping, I say yes, I AM A GROPER,” he wrote in an email to Rolling Stone. “And by groper, I mean I get paid to show up to these shows, events, and photo shoots and touch the people and they touch me. I’m not the young stud I was, but I still draw a crowd.

By which action—showing up at a Jeremy event, I mean—these supposed “innocent victims” disqualify themselves from making any accusations of misbehavior on his part. Any CREDIBLE accusations, that is, any accusations to which the response of right ought to be anything more than a scornful bellylaugh.

All of this—repeat, ALL OF IT, from Judge Moore on down—began as nothing more than the latest gambit in the Deep State establishment’s attempt to remove Trump from office, or at least make it impossible for him to govern. Happily, as with all their recent stratagems, it’s all blown up in their faces, with the ludicrous Jeremy farce putting the finishing touch on the scattering of the rubble. They’re little more than clowns at this point, capering and cavorting for our amusement while demanding our serious regard—full of sound and fury, signifying…nothing.

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One-way freakery

Well, THIS could sure explain a lot.

During last Tuesday’s minor off-year elections, a glorious total of “eight openly transgender candidates” swept to victory, squashing the hopes and stomping on the necks of transphobic bigots nationwide, who really need to either repent or curl up and die already.

While this is all undoubtedly cause for celebration, for joyously sniffing amyl nitrite and having unprotected felching parties far beneath manholes in urban sewers across this nation, are you noticing a pattern here? Yes, I am, too—all six of these winners were born men—or, if you prefer to sound like a crazy person, had the male gender assigned to them at birth—and decided one day through magical thinking and varying degrees of medical intervention that they were women.

Eight trannies elected to office in one night? That’s good. Only two of them now identify as men? That’s bad—especially if one wants to pretend that gender is fluid. If one even dares to notice a firm statistical pattern that the roaring majority of trannies are men who claim they’re women, one risks subverting the entire Tranny Gospel. If, as the case seems to be nearly everywhere worldwide, the overwhelming majority of people who desire to change their sex are men who seek refuge in womanhood, this might suggest that our current cultural climate offers very few perks for men and plenty for women.

Unfortunately for the egalitarian-minded and those who wish to believe that the current transgender craze is anything more than a reaction to a culture that demonizes maleness, Japan stands as a sole exception to the global one-way tranny stampede, which overwhelmingly involves men proclaiming that they’re women.

Studies in Europe from the 1980s and 1990s found that when it comes to declaring you’re not the “gender you were assigned at birth,” men chose to become women at anywhere from 2.3 to 4 times the clip that women chose to become men. A study in England from the 1970s found that men chose to be women three times as often as women decided to be men.

Even more overwhelmingly lopsided is this Wikipedia page on “Transgender and transsexual politicians.” Of 45 international tranny pols listed, only two were born women. The rest were born men.

I strongly suspect that the current tranny mania which infects and clogs up so much of our popular discussion does not represent some new, bold, post-gender frontier in human development. If it did, the genders would be swapping genitals at an almost equal rate. But since it’s almost entirely male-to-female, I sense it’s nothing more than a cultural reaction to the fact that in the current climate, there’s almost nothing good about being a man.

Y’know, bizarre as it might seem at first blush, I think he just might be onto something here. Makes one wonder a bit what those comparative numbers might have looked like back when the manly virtues were admired, and men were treated with respect rather than revulsion—before the word “masculinity” was always paired with “toxic” or some other epithet.

(Via Steyn)

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Man bites dog!

For the most part, the news has been as predictable as the sunrise, and as uninteresting as a HILLARY!™ speech: Trump says something obviously true, the media goes apoplectic; Trump underlines a principle most of us hold dear, and the media and the Left (but I repeat myself) descends into apoplexy over the OUTRAGE! of it all; some disaster or Moslem atrocity occurs, and Trump is blamed for it. So a genuine shocker like this is pretty rare.

He’s NOT dead, Jim?

The hero Mandalay Bay security guard who vanished hours before he was due to give interviews with major TV networks will now break his silence on the Ellen DeGeneres Show.

Jesus Campos, who was shot and wounded in the Las Vegas massacre, disappeared from the public eye last week ahead of several TV interviews, including with Fox News’ Sean Hannity.

But DeGeneres has now confirmed that the security guard sat down with her for a pre-taped interview that is set to air on Wednesday.

‘Tomorrow, the first people to encounter the Las Vegas shooter are here – security guard Jesus Campos and building engineer Stephen Schuck,’ DeGeneres tweeted late Tuesday night.  

Well, how about that. Guess he didn’t offend the Clinton Machine badly enough for them to hire out one of their Death Squads to be sent after him. I do note, however, that they don’t mention exactly when this “taped interview” was actually conducted, just that it airs tonight. Doesn’t mean anything, I’m sure. But this still does:

His disappearance came just hours after MGM Resorts International disputed the official timeline of the shooting.

They rejected any suggestion that hotel staff delayed calling 911 for six minutes after Paddock opened fire.

The latest chronology raised a series of questions about whether officers were given information quickly enough to possibly have a chance to take out the gunman before he could carry out the bloodshed.

But according to resort officials, it was no more than 40 seconds between the time Campos used his walkie talkie to call for help and Paddock opening fire on the crowd from two windows in his suite.

Yep, still stinkin’.

(Via Ironbear)

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Vegas stench still rising

And strengthening.

The Mandalay Bay security guard shot in the moments leading up to the Las Vegas massacre checked into a “quick clinic” instead of appearing in a series of previously scheduled interviews, but his union representative does not know his exact condition or location.

“It’s highly unusual. I’m hoping everything is okay with him and I’m sure MGM or the union will let (media) know when we hear something,” David Hickey, the president of the Security Police and Fire Professionals Union told Fox News.

He’s dead, Jim.

Hickey said he’d been helping security guard Jesus Campos prepare for a string of interviews, scheduled for Thursday evening.

“For the past four days he’s been preparing,” Hickey said, noting the interviews were Campos’ idea to begin with. He said he hoped telling his story would help him move on.

He’s dead, Jim.

“Thursday we had a meeting with MGM officials, and after that meeting was over we talked about the interviews, we went to a private area, and when we came out, Mr. Campos was gone.”

Hickey told Fox he received a text Thursday night, saying Campos had been taken to a “quick clinic.”

A text from whom, pray tell? He’s dead, Jim.

“Right now I’m just concerned where my member is, and what his condition is,” he said.

He’s dead, Jim.

Plenty more from Denninger and Sundance. Thank goodness the Left finally decided to sacrifice their beloved Weinstein so as to provide a distraction from worrying about stuff like this, eh?

(Via Insty)

Update! Steyn, too, ain’t buying any.

As readers know, I have a low regard for conspiracy theories, mainly because the reasons the world is going to hell are pretty much staring us in the face. But I can’t honestly blame anyone following the Las Vegas massacre story from taking refuge in any conspiracy theory, no matter how wild and zany. Almost a fortnight from the moment when 58 people were gunned down at a country-music festival, officialdom has so bungled the case that almost every single one of the most basic facts about the act are up for grabs.

As I had cause to remark over a week ago, I dislike the contamination of police press conferences by various politicians and bureaucrats all indulging in an orgy of mutual self-congratulation. But, in this case, the self-congratulation is entirely unwarranted. From the beginning this seemed an unusual crime that didn’t seem to line up with any other mass shooting by a nutter who flips. It has only gotten weirder in the days since.

He has plenty more, and it all stinks.

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Sad!

Just…sad. And THESE are the pathetic slime-molds we let take over and destroy our civilization?

At breakfast, in the glass-towered city of Vancouver, five-year-old Abigail looks glumly at her half-eaten bowl of cereal.

“What is it, honey?” I brush the bangs back from her face.

She lets out a big sigh. “I wish I wasn’t white.”

I start. Nothing in the parenting manuals has prepared me for that.

“All we’ve ever done is hurt people,” she continues. “I wish my skin was dark and that I had a culture.”

We live in a part of the city where immigrant families abound. Our neighbours are homesick, first-generation Mexicans, which means that salsas and pinatas and Aztec legends feature prominently at shared social gatherings. Our family regularly eats in Little India where we gush over the flavours of curry and dhal, and every February, we attend the Chinese New Year parade in the slanting rain. Plus, my husband and I are children of missionaries and harbour an acute guilt for the cultural imperialism of our forebears. To compensate, we’ve raised our children with a deep appreciation of non-Western cultures.

So when Abigail laments the colour of her white skin, part of me is programmed to protest. Is it not my moral obligation to tell her that her feelings of poor self-worth are nothing compared with the psychological ruin of real racism? Girl, everything about Canadian culture weighs in your advantage and you have no right to snivel!

The very fact that such dimwitted twaddle would be the first thing to spring to this useless bint’s mind—putting her insipid liberal politics above her own fucking child, to that child’s obvious detriment—tells you just how despicable she is. Her kind deserves absolutely everything they’re going to get, from Moslem rape gangs to their violent demise at the hands of whatever roving bloodthirsty mob their weak-kneed political-correctness inspires to ultimately come for them. The sight of their charred corpses piled in heaps or their heads on pikes scattered throughout the urban shitholes they infest will inspire nothing more than scornful laughter and a hearty “good riddance” from saner sorts.

Instead, I feel a sadness settle over me. We thought we were raising the enlightened child of the 21st century. We thought we were doing our part in setting the history record straight.

You weren’t setting a damned thing straight, you were leaving out the bits that offended your vapid Progressivism to assuage your own crippled conscience and bolster your overweening smugness. You weren’t teaching history, nor were you “correcting” it. You were corrupting it.

Yet, in doing so, it seems we have robbed our oldest child of something primal to psychological health, something elemental to her well-being as a human being: cultural roots.

I don’t know what to say.

After decades of hectoring, nonstop lectures aimed at your actual moral betters, that would have to be a very welcome first.

Via Vox, who says:

The word “fundamentalist” stems from those who go back to the basics of the religion, back to the fundamentals. It is time for us to become cultural fundamentalists, and our roots are Christianity, the Greco-Roman legacy, and the European nations.

The alternative is this societal suicide in the name of not being called racist. Of all the reasons for a society to die off, this simply must be the most utterly stupid ever witnessed on this planet.

Ain’t THAT the miserable truth.

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The milkman’s kid

Annnnnd it’s Muslims liberals both.

I don’t usually post on events like the Vegas atrocity in the early days for the simple reason that almost everything the newsies are talking about in the early going always turns out to be wrong. In this case, now that the media dust is starting to settle a bit, I feel comfortable in asserting a few things. One—what with photo and video proof that he had attended anti-Trump rallies and the like, plus the allegation that Antifa fliers were found on-scene—he was a Leftard whackjob. Two, there is at least some speculation on a link to ISIS.

Three: there is WAY more to this than meets the eye.

So “Mr. Not A Gun Guy” with no prior military service or training, rented two rooms, for three days, at weekend rates during a music festival across the street, from the highest vantage point, covering two different directions, in a hotel where 2/3rds of the rooms could never even see the venue because they face the wrong way, and had 30 weapons in total, including at least 10 recovered in the hotel, and had either illegally modified semi-auto weapons or legally purchased full-auto weapons (with a six- to eight-month wait for the BATFE approval on that) and ammunition sufficient to shoot something approaching 300 people, from mag after mag after mag, and took his time (several minutes) hosing down throngs of unsuspecting random strangers across the street before committing suicide, but he supposedly “just snapped”.

(cough)BULLSHIT!(cough)

This has to be about the most meticulously-planned mass-shooting in US history.

The woman “roommate” LVMPD was looking for was “coincidentally” in Australia when this happened; is a Phillipine immigrant who was formerly (or is currently, it’s unclear) married to a barking leftard moonbat; and the picture she claims was taken of her and Shooter “in L.A.”…

…was one she had previously tagged online as being taken in Dubai.

Show of hands: everyone who’s hooked up with a married émigré from a country with an ongoing Muslim terrorism problem, and who was with her in the world capitol region of Muslim terrorist problems, who’s retired, but blew $15-50K on weapons, ammunition, and a 3-day stay in the ideal sniper roost for a full-auto attack on a crowd of packed targets, coincidentally, with no one being the wiser, and for whom the FBI could rule out any terrorist connection entirely within 60 minutes of the incident, please raise a paw.

Sh’yeah, thought so.

“Just snapped”, my ass.

That’s just the first of a whole slew of posts from Aesop taking note of the distinct cow-pasture odor rising off of this one in waves. Which leads me to another thing I feel completely safe in asserting: Praetorian Media will milk this for any possible gun-control gains they think they can get out of it for another two-three days, then a pillow gets put over its head until it stops kicking, and the corpse gets crammed as deep down into the memory hole as they can stuff it.

Update! Rush handily dispenses with the gun-control angle—not that it will make a tin dime’s worth of difference to the irrational, childish hoplophobes of the Gun Grabbin’ Left and the cynical would-be despots stampeding them:

What law that we do not have that you could enact that would have prevented this guy from getting his arsenal, Senator Schumer? That really is the question. There isn’t a magic law you have out there. We have 59 people dead. We have laws against murder. People still get killed in America. Not even laws against murder stop it from happening. What law could you come up with here that would, quote, “prevent guns, especially the most dangerous guns, from falling into the wrong hands”?

The guy already broke every law on the book getting these guns. What’s another law gonna do? Automatic weapons are essentially illegal. Is the NRA advocating new laws to make them legal? Of course not. The NRA has no involvement whatsoever in trying to make the acquisition of illegal automatic weapons easier. What’s tough about this is this shooter had nothing in his background, at least that’s been reported, that would disqualify him from owning a gun. Not a thing. But even at that, he had to violate every law on the books to accumulate this kind of an arsenal.

What law, Senator Schumer, could you pass that would have prevented these weapons from falling into his hands? What does that even mean? We need a law to prevent guns from falling into the wrong hands. What does that even mean, falling into the wrong hands? This guy didn’t have anything fall into his hands. He went out there and got them, and he violated laws to do it.

I have had so many debates in private settings, not public, private settings with typical establishment liberal political types who just utter whatever they say on gun control because it makes them sound like they care. It makes them sound very sophisticated, but they don’t know what they’re saying.

And I’ve asked these leftists that I’ve had these debates with — one of them was at a dinner party on Fifth Avenue right across from Central Park. The guy was a former Treasury official in the Nixon administration. He was a dinosaur. This was in the mid-nineties, and he was a dinosaur then. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. And he’s giving me all the clichés the left has about gun control. And it’s all about gotta get guns out of the society, the murder rate, the guns, there’s no sense in having people have guns. It’s senseless, it’s cruel, it’s stupid. “Why don’t you conservatives join us,” he said.

So I pointed out to Central Park. And I said, “Mr. Dinosaur, if you can assure me that whoever’s over there lurking under the cover of darkness is also not gonna be able to get their hands on a gun, then we might have something to talk about. But, Mr. Dinosaur, the only thing you’re gonna do if you succeed is take guns out of the hands of innocent people who defend themselves with them, and you’re not gonna solve anything.”

You’re gonna make people more at risk, more vulnerable, the danger will increase, and in fact let me repeat this. These are stats from the American Enterprise Institute. From 1994, the percentage change in number of firearms versus gun homicides. The number of firearms since 1994 has increased 56%. That’s pretty substantial. Whatever the number is, it’s substantial. A lot of guns have been purchased since 1994. Fifty-six percent increase over what it was in 1994.

But what about the gun murder rate? Well, guess what? The percentage of murders, the gun homicide rate is down 49% in the same time frame. Now, the left says more guns equals more crime, more guns equal more mayhem, more guns equals more dead people, more guns equals more murder. No, it doesn’t. Fifty-six percent increase gun ownership, 1994, 49% decline in gun homicide rates at the same time. You could say that having more guns has reduced the number of gun homicides.

Yeah, but that’s counterintuitive, and far too complex a concept for minds already crippled by liberalism’s core illogic to grasp.

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The Afghan Tar Baby

Another fine mess.

The focus now should be on the implementation of the new U.S. strategy for Afghanistan and the region. Commentators debate the pros and cons of the approach, but it is now U.S. policy. It requires careful coordination and integration of the tools of American power—military, diplomatic, economic and development—to move toward its objective: a negotiated Afghan political settlement. The policy’s specifics must now be defined and executed.

The rationale for continued U.S. engagement—to prevent Afghanistan from again becoming a base for terrorist attacks as it was in 2001—carries much weight given the threats from radical and terrorist groups emanating from Afghanistan, Pakistan and across the region. “Right now (the Taliban) calculates that it can win,” argues a senior U.S. official, and if the United States were to leave precipitously the outcome would be “a state of chaos.” Yet, the tools and actions needed go far beyond “kinetic” actions.

The U.S. approach needs to address: 1) the situation in Afghanistan itself (political, economic, development and military); 2) the role of Pakistan as an enabler of the Taliban and other violent groups and as a possible facilitator of peace; 3) the regional context: other neighbors and key players who can help or hinder a peace process and the India-Pakistan rivalry, which adds a nuclear dimension; 4) the important role of U.S. allies and partners in Afghanistan and in forging a path to peace; and, 5) the objective of achieving a negotiated political settlement which incorporates the Taliban.

Umm, s’cuse me and all, but..”incorporates the Taliban”? Really?

REALLY?

Let’s see, would that be the same Taliban that we’ve been engaged in a fruitless, umpty-leven year slog trying to remove from power? The murderously savage thugs who arm, equip, train, shelter, and fund Muslim terrorists, and have for years? THAT Taliban?

The same Taliban who did this? THAT Taliban? They’re to be our “partners in peace” now?

What the ever-loving blue-eyed Hell ever happened to defeating these vile bastards, pray tell? No, never mind; probably best not to answer that one. It would be too fucking depressing.

Far as I’m concerned, the only “plan” Trump needs to be working on regarding Afghanistan is the airlift schedules for pulling every last bit of American materiel, personnel, and armament right the hell out of there—down to the last bullet, bandage, jerry-can, MRE, and tent stake. Yesterday wouldn’t be too soon. But hey, guess that’s just me.

Sheesh. Who the hell came up with this tripe, anyhow?

Earl Anthony Wayne served in Afghanistan 2009–11. A retired U.S. Career Ambassador, he is a Public Policy Fellow at the Woodrow Wilson Center and a Senior Nonresident Advisor at CSIS.

Ah. “Career Ambassador”…and wouldn’t you just know Woodrow Wilson’s black name would pop up again, even in as far-flung a context as this.

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Deep State still Deep Stating

The last of Trump’s MAGA advisers fires a Parthian shot on his way out the door.

Your presidency will prove to be one of the most significant events in modern American politics. November the 8th was the result of decades during which the political and media elites felt that they knew better than the people who elect them into office. They do not, and the MAGA platform allowed their voices finally to be heard.

Regrettably, outside of yourself, the individuals who most embodied and represented the policies that will “Make America Great Again,” have been internally countered, systematically removed, or undermined in recent months. This was made patently obvious as I read the text of your speech on Afghanistan this week.

The fact that those who drafted and approved the speech removed any mention of “radical Islam” or “radical Islamic terrorism” proves that a crucial element of your presidential campaign has been lost.

Just as worrying, when discussing our future actions in the region, the speech listed operational objectives without ever defining the strategic victory conditions we are fighting for. This omission should seriously disturb any national security professional, and any American who is unsatisfied with the last 16 years of disastrous policy decisions which have led to thousands of Americans killed and trillions of taxpayer dollars spent in ways that have not brought security or victory.

America is an incredibly resilient nation, the greatest on God’s Earth. If it were not so, we could not have survived through the unbelievably divisive years of the Obama Administration, nor witness your message to roundly defeat a candidate who significantly outspent you and had the Fakenews Industrial Complex 100% on her side.

Nevertheless, given recent events, it is clear to me that forces that do not support the MAGA promise are – for now – ascendant within the White House.

Every word of it the sad, sorry truth. The ‘Stache, too, sees the writing on the wall:

President Donald Trump will have to override his advisers if he wants to make good on a campaign promise to abandon the Iran nuclear agreement, according to former U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations John Bolton, who published a draft proposal for exiting the accord on Monday.

Bolton alluded to a rift within the administration over whether the United States should scrap the landmark deal, and said he was recently denied a meeting with Trump on the issue after staff changes at the White House.

“It’s a question of who prevails here: the president or his advisers,” Bolton told the Washington Free Beacon on Tuesday.

It surely is. The Iran farce aside, though, Bolton’s most disturbing words would have to be these:

After Bannon’s departure, Bolton said he was compelled to go public with his blueprint since he no longer enjoys regular access to Trump and can’t deliver it to the president himself.

“I made the request and it was turned down to see him most recently,” he said, though he declined to comment further.

Ah well, there’s always Madeleine Halfbright to turn to for advice instead of that icky Bolton, I guess. Or, y’know, Felonia McPaintsuit. And then maybe Trump can exhume Janet Reno to straighten out the FBI after that. Hey, if you ain’t gonna clear out the rat’s nest after all, might as well just hire all the rats and get ’em back on the payroll, right?

Only problem with that is, if Trump ain’t gonna do the job they sent him to do, real Americans might just have to look into some alternative hiring possibilities themselves come 2020.

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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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