Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

BOTW

It’s a deep, deep well over there, and now that I have about fourteen tabs open with articles of theirs I want to check out, I am up to my clavicles and sinking fast. First off, one of my all-time favorite rasslers: the incomparable Mick Foley.

You would have a tough time finding a professional wrestling fan who could argue with the insane badassitude of Mick Foley. A long time veteran of the ECW, WCW and WWF/WWE, Foley was well-known for being a total crazy bastard who went out there and put his body on the line every single night, doing the craziest shit you could ever think of and risking serious physical pain and permanent bodily damage purely for the sake of entertaining fans who might never fully appreciate it.

Mick Foley got his start wrestling the ECW circuit in the late 80s as Cactus Jack, where he spent much of his time being backdropped onto barbed wire boards and face-planting tables. During one match, he suffered severe second-degree burns when he was thrown into some explosives that went off in his face. He won the Tag Team Belt once in ECW, and in 1995 defeated Terry Funk to win the title of “King of the Death Match”, which is probably the most badass title you could think of. It sounds like something out of The Running Man or something.

After a brief stint in WCW, Foley burst onto the scene in the WWF in 1996 wrestling as the mentally-deranged Mankind. His humorous persona and complete lack of any sort of self-preservation instincts led him to become a huge crowd favorite, and during his career he would win the Tag belts eight times, the WWF Championship three times and would be the first ever WWF Hardcore champ.

After he realized that he had to stop taking serious blunt trauma to the head on a weekly basis, Foley released his autobiography, Have a Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks. The book topped the New York Times bestseller list and contained thoughtful insight into his wrestling career, and many people learned that in addition to making a career out of being a human pinata, Mick Foley also had a brain in his head and a gift for writing. Since the success of his autobiography, Foley released a follow-up book, a couple of children’s books and two full-length novels, all of which have found success.

During his career, Mick Foley received eight concussions, had part of his ear ripped off, lost most of his teeth and required over three hundred stitches for wrestling-related injuries. The guy sacrificed his body for the sport, and left everything out on the mat. He gave it all and did it with a smile on his face, and that’s the mark of a true badass.

Over the course of a unique career, Foley was indubitably the wildest Wild Man of them all. I remember when the Foley autobiography came out; the book was serially excerpted at length someplace or other, of which series I read the all. BOTW wasn’t just whistling Dixie in their praise, either: a completely spellbinding page-turner, a peek behind the veil into a strange and mysterious world, and so intelligent and well-written as to almost defy credulity at times. It was a real ripper of a fun read, what I saw of it; I’d bet that even people with little or no real interest in pro wrestling would still find it a difficult book to put down.

Naturally, then, it has now been added to my Amazon Wish List. Hey, don’t hate me ’cause I’m beautiful.

Another interesting thing about Mick Foley is that, among his peers and competitors, he was almost universally well-liked and respected. I used to have a couple of minor insider connections to the world of rasslin’, and from them I know that that is NOT the norm with most of ’em. There are intense rivalries both inside the ring and out, even real dislike among some of those guys. Their personal drive and natural competitiveness combine to exacerbate any such friction well beyond the realm of trifling social discomfort and right into imminent-threat-of-physical-violence territory. Despite that, most everybody thought quite highly and spoke warmly of Foley, and had great respect for him. Or so I’ve been told, at least.

Next up, another world-champeen Wild Man, and a lifelong personal icon of mine.

Gregory “Pappy” Boyington was a part-Sioux, part-Irish World War II fighter ace who could drink any man under the table, routinely kicked the crap out of his enemies in back-alley fistfights, cold-cocked at least two superior officers, and still somehow found time to blast a couple dozen Japanese Zeroes out of the air with his quad-mounted .50-cals.  He was the first American fighter ace of World War II, flew two of the coolest fighter aircraft of the war, held officer positions in a couple of the United States’ most famous fighter squadrons, and is probably one of the only human beings in military history to personally accept a Medal of Honor that had originally been issued to him posthumously

From the moment Greg Boyington was wheels-down from his flight with Pangborn, he was obsessed with planes. He built and collected model planes, went to any air show he could, and eventually learned to fly and got his pilot’s license. In 1926 he moved to Tacoma, and then from there he enlisted in the University of Washington, where he did ROTC and played on the UW wrestling, boxing, and football teams. In 1935 he enlisted in the Marine Corps as an aviator, and quickly earned a reputation as a dude you super totally did not want to step to. In addition to being easily one of the best pilots the USMC had to offer, he was also a hardcore troublemaker on the ground as well. He loved to get drunk, gamble, and challenge his buddies to wrestling matches in the middle of crowded bars. He kicked the crap out of townies whenever they messed with him. One time he got super hammered, stripped naked, and tried to swim across the San Diego Bay in the middle of the night (he eventually had to be fished out of the river by his comrades). Another time he punched a superior officer in the fucking face in an argument over a girl, even though Boynton was married at this point and the girl in question was super totally not his wife.

…Eventually Boyington pissed off his (AVG/Flying Tigers) commander a little too hard, and in 1943 he got into a heated argument with his commander that ended up getting Boyington dishonorably discharged from the Flying Tigers.  Which, honestly, is kind of badass if you think about it.  Luckily for him, the United States was formally in World War II at this point, so the grizzled old fighter ace just immediately walked into a recruiting office, swore the Oath of Allegiance, and was posted as a Lieutenant in Marine Fighter Squadron VMF-122.

In true Boyington fashion, within a couple weeks of being reinstated to the USMC, he got into a huge argument with his CO and almost got discharged again. 

At this point in the war, the U.S. was in the heat of the fighting against the Japanese all across the Pacific, and the fighting had left many Marine aviation units shattered and fragmented.  Boyington was coming back from injury himself, and his mission was pretty simple – take whatever available men and equipment you can find, form them up into a fighter squadron, and hurl it into the fray as quickly as possible.

The unit he came up with would become perhaps the most famous Marine Corps aviation squadron in American history:  VMF-214, the Black Sheep Squadron.

The Black Sheep Squadron initially consisted of 26 pilots, including some Royal Canadian Air Force vets, a Los Angeles police officer, and a couple Marine pilots who had already earned themselves a couple enemy aircraft kills during the war.  They were equipped with the Vought F4U Corsair, one of the most badass aircraft of the Pacific Theater, and shipped out to the front to try their hand at annihilating some Japanese aircraft.  Boyington, who was now known among his men as “Gramps” or “Pappy”, because at thirty years old he was by far the oldest man in the unit (I’m reminded of Julius Caesar weeping at the statue of Alexander), flew his first mission with the Marine Corps on September 14, 1943,  when his squadron escorted a group of dive bombers on a raid against a Japanese supply base.  Two days later, Pappy Boyington became one of the very few American aviators to ever become an “Ace in a Day” – meaning he killed five dang enemy aircraft in a single mission.  For most other badass aviators, getting Ace in a Day is the kind of thing that I’d write an entire article about, detailing every bank, turn, and machine gun burst in excruciating detail.  But Pappy Boyington’s story is so over-the-top bonkers insane that it barely warrants an entire paragraph among the list of exploits in his life.  Just know this – the was outnumbered, under attack, and facing an overwhelming force of some of the most battle-hardened, experienced fighter pilots in the world, and he walked away with five more Japanese flags painted on the nose art of his Corsair.

VMF-214 continued attacking Japanese bases as part of the Bougainville Campaign, which was the Allied American and Aussie mission to re-take the Northern Solomon Islands by striking out from bases in the Papua New Guinea region.  And as Marine Corsairs dove, banked, and opened fire all throughout the skies above the region, you might as well have called the place Pappy New Guinea because the freaking Black Sheep Squadron was walloping asses up and down the Pacific.  On October 17, 1943, 25 Marine Corsairs engaged and killed 20 enemy Zeroes without losing a single man.  Another time, Pappy was leading his flight group when he got a radio signal from a Japanese aircraft, hailing the Marines in English, pretending to be an American ship and asking Boyington to identify his location.  Boyington’s b.s. meter was off the charts, though, and he wasn’t about to fall for that weak sauce.  He told the Japanese pilot exactly where he was… except he gave the position at 5,000 feet lower than the altitude the Marines were flying.

When the Japanese squadron showed up for their ambush, the Marines dove down with the sun at their backs and wiped out twelve Zeroes in just minutes of dogfighting.

Lots, lots more to the incredible story of one of America’s greatest badasses. Next up, one for casual American hero Matt Bracken: SEAL Team Six.

The now-legendary Team Six was formed in October 1980, in direct reaction to the clusterfuck of epic proportions that resulted when the Americans tried to rescue a group of civilians who had been taken hostage in the U.S. Embassy in Iran and failed so miserably that the Joint Chiefs decided, fuck it, we need to put together a team of guys whose only job is to kick terrorists in the scrotum until they cough up their marbles and then force-feed their own marbles back to them. Team Six was actually just the third SEAL team formed by the U.S. Navy, but the Admirals gave them number six because it’s a much cooler number than three, and also because it might confuse the Soviets into thinking that we had way more of these guys than we actually did. Interestingly, the unit doesn’t go by Team Six anymore, instead calling itself DevGroup or DEVGRU, which is short for “Development Group” or something equally boring and innocuous. The rationale behind changing the name to something that sounds like a financial consulting firm or a team of overworked video game designers was basically just so that nowadays high-ranking Admirals can honestly stand in front of TV cameras and say shit like, “There’s no such thing as SEAL Team Six,” without lying. While I can understand and appreciate the whole “plausible deniability” thing, I should also mention that I have absolutely no intention of referring to a company of terrorist-eviscerating asskickers as The Development Group for the purposes of this article.

The general consensus is that we basically know about only a miniscule percentage of the badass operations Team Six has carried out in its career saving the world from terrorists, communists, vampire Nazis, and god-knows whatever the hell else out there is trying to kill us, but the shit we know about is pretty much totally fucking awesome. Commanded in the early days by Richard Marcinko (a man I intend to cover in much more detail in a later Badass of the Week article), Six’s first operation was to parachute into a small island off the coast of Puerto Rico in the middle of the night, attack a terrorist camp, and recover a portable nuclear device from the clutches of a group of madmen. Now, if that’s the sort of shit these guys were doing on their first mission, you can only imagine where it goes from there. Like, for instance, in 1985 thirteen SEALs from Team Six rescued Governor-General Sir Paul Scoon when he and nine members of his staff were taken hostage in his mansion in Grenada. Six briefly made tennis a badass sport, fast-roping down onto Scoon’s tennis court from a helicopter while the Grenadan army shot machine guns and anti-aircraft cannons at them. The operatives, completely unfazed by staring death in the face while suspended in mid air from a rope, charged ahead and freed the Queen’s Representative on Grenada by storming the mansion and clearing it of enemy troops with a dickload of bullets and concussion grenades. After securing the hostages, the SEALs, realizing they were cut off from extraction, then proceeded to hold the position against a full-on counter attack by basically the entire fucking Grenadan army. These 13 dudes held the position, staring down tanks, APCs and grenade launchers with little more than sniper rifles and small arms. Not only did Scoon get out safely, but all 13 SEAL team members survived, and none of the hostages were killed.

Their operational record only gets more impressive. In 1989, Team Six worked with Delta Force to capture notorious criminal drug lord Manuel Noriega from the jungles of Panama. In the days before Desert Storm they swam around in SCUBA gear disarming anti-ship mines in the Persian Gulf, and then when the war started they were fast-roping onto Kuwaiti oil platforms, wiping out the Iraqi defenders and re-taking the positions before the enemy could set fire to them. In the late 90s ST6 searched for war criminals in Bosnia. In 2009 they freed an American crew taken prisoner by Somali pirates in a manner so fucking badass that it belongs in an action movie: A team of SEAL Team Six snipers simultaneously coordinated three long-range shots from the rocking deck of one ship to another – the first two popped the heads off a pair of pirates patrolling the upper decks, and the third shot went through a porthole window and drilled a pirate who was holding the American ship’s captain at gunpoint with an AK-47, killing the scurvy scalawag before he could pull the trigger.

(As a weird side note, SEAL Team Six has also worked as a security force for every Olympic Games since 1984. This seems like overkill, but hey, if you’re going to station Colonel John Matrix as a mall security guard outside the fucking food court, you can be damn sure that’s the safest Panda Express in the known universe.)

Lots more fascinating stuff here, too. Minor quibble: SEAL Six wasn’t just led by Marcinko; according to his own autobiography, he was the guy who conceptualized it, created it, staffed it, and commanded it until he ran afoul of some petty personal politicking and was eventually hounded right into prison on trumped-up charges.

There are people out there, though, who are skeptical of many of Marcinko’s claims and regard him as a bit of a braggart—even a bullshit artist—prone to overstating his accomplishments, records, and influence. My late cousin Reggie—a career Navy fighter pilot who had some personal familiarity with Demo Dick—was one of those, albeit mildly. He did like and respect Marcinko generally, to be sure. But upon finding out that that I was a big fan of Marcinko’s writing, he tactfully suggested that a lot of it needed to be taken with a grain of salt. Reg seemed to think that Marcinko’s biggest talent was for self-promotion, I think.

And there’s this guy, a fellow Nam-era SEAL (Team Two) who was so annoyed by Marcinko that he devoted an entire chapter of his own autobiography to debunking and dismissing him.

Marcinko’s original concept for Six was of a lean, adaptable group of highly-trained warriors, small in number (only 75 shooters in the beginning) and operating more or less independently, answerable only to a highly streamlined, compact, and entirely fat-free chain of command. The clever idea of misleading our adversaries by calling it SEAL Team Six was Marcinko’s too. I think Marcinko was very wise in his original concept of Six’s structure and role; unfortunately, things haven’t quite worked out that way since his departure. SpecWar DEVGRU now has seven “squadrons,” consisting of nearly two thousand men. The ideal of an elite, stripped-down fighting machine capable of extreme operational flexibility, speed, and adaptability seems to have been traded in for fatty gobs of REMF bureaucracy and bloat, an apparently inescapable curse afflicting the whole country these days.

Whatever your opinion of Marcinko, the SEAL Six story is another worthwhile read from the BOTW collection. And to think, I still have eleven more of these open BOTW tabs to get around to yet.

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No safe space

Much as I do love the Bee, as the Left gets loonier and more grotesque it becomes harder and harder to remember their stuff is supposed to be satire.

GLENDALE, CA—A man was rushed to the hospital yesterday after encountering a slightly different viewpoint than his own Wednesday.

Shortly before 12:30 p.m., Glendale PD officers responded to a 911 call at the Java Lounge Coffee House in the 900 block of North Emerson Road. They found a person who had collapsed in shock and went to the station for help. Witnesses say the man was having a casual conversation about politics with another patron when the minutely opposing viewpoint was expressed.

“They were both Democrats, Bernie supporters,” said Janice Hughson, a barista at the Java Lounge. “Then the guy he was talking to said he had some issues with abortion and thinks there should at least be a few limitations put on the practice. That’s when the man seized up and began foaming at the mouth. It was terrible.”

Four other bystanders were also emotionally injured by the moderately divergent opinion but were not hospitalized.

The man is being kept stable on ideology support at St. Francis medical center, surrounded by friends and family who agree with him 100% on every single issue.

The man who suggested the slightly differing opinion fled the scene. Anyone with information is asked to alert the authorities.

See what I mean? There’s probably more core truth in any given Bee post than you’ll find on CNN.

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Shit sandwich

The monkey speaks his mind.

If I could express all of our country’s problems into one word, I’d say that word is sh*t. We’ve got sh*tty schools filling students’ heads full of progressive sh*t, and when the sh*theads graduate, they start voting for sh*tbird politicians who implement sh*t policies that turn their cities and states into sh*tty sh*tholes. And then, after a few years, when their sh*thole cities get so completely filled with sh*t that it flows through the streets, the sh*theads say, ‘hey, I can’t live here any more, it’s a sh*thole.’ So then the sh*theads move to some other part of the country that’s not a sh*thole, but then, because they’re sh*theads, and not well-versed on the whole cause-and-effect thing, they vote for the same sh*tbirds who implement the same sh*t policies that have turned the places they came from into sh*tholes and their new homes gradually turn into sh*tholes that look just like the old sh*tholes, and they never seem to figure out why. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why our country is turning into sh*t.

Sounds a lot like the ol’ GorillaPundit might live somewhere around the Charlotte area or something. While I’m linking to the good folks at the HQ, allow me to express my complete agreement with Sefton’s assessment, bleak though it may be in parts.

Frankly, there’s really not much to investigate since we know the machinations of the phony Steele dossier being used as a pretext to abuse the FISA courts to spy on the campaign and then use that as propaganda to insinuate Trump was a Russian spy or dupe. The real question is was this done with the knowledge of Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama or was it done directly on their orders?

No matter what, this entire thing is without doubt the greatest political scandal in American history. And that sentence doesn’t even come close to describing the depths to which the barest minimum of character, morality and ethics required of our political leaders, let alone the people we entrust to administer justice blindly and fairly and to ensure our national security have sunk. Look, I wasn’t born yesterday, and I understand the nature of politics and the character of people who seek elected office (or all too often what happens to it once elected). But if the eight years of 2009 to 2016 weren’t enough of a shock, the past two were truly breathtaking. And all that considered, it’s sad to say that I do not expect any of the players involved to feel the terrible swift sword of justice, let alone Clinton or Obama. Compare and contrast the lives of say Andrew McCabe and Peter Strzok today with those of Paul Manafort and Michael Flynn (it may seem out of left field but look at the former two and keep in mind the Ivy League college admissions scandal). Look at the magnitude and gravity of the scandals, crimes and the grand larceny in the tens of millions committed by Obama and Clinton during their years at the controls and how despite all of that, they are given a free ride. Dear Lord, with Clinton’s e-mail servers alone, she was allowed to cherry pick and then destroy evidence while the FBI and DoJ gave her the all clear. It’s not just them but entire instrumentalities of government – the most important ones – that have been thoroughly and completely corrupted from the bottom up.

I don’t mean to throw cold water on you this morning. Along with Barr’s testimony, yesterday saw the re-election of Benjamin Netanyahu, a man loathed by the Left because he’s the leader of a nation they loathe even more, the winning of a crucial Wisconsin supreme court judgeship by a conservative and the delivery of a truth nuke on the Democrats about their guilt in the genocide of black Americans by Candace Owens, and Maxine “Mikvah” Waters forced to swallow her scabies-ridden wig with one of the dumbest gaffes ever, all within a week or so of the dissolution of the Mueller inquisition.

Yes, it’s great that Barr will be investigating what the hell happened vis a vis spying on Trump, but as I stated, I hold no illusions as to what that outcome might be. And the breaking story late yesterday is that Obama’s chief counsel Greg Craig is expecting to be indicted on corruption charges relating to meddling in the Ukraine in 2012 which ironically came to light as a result of the Mueller investigation into 2016. Come what may, at the very least, all of this coming to light is a victory in and of itself.

And now that the shock has worn off, the Democrat-Left-Media Complex is doubling, tripling and now quadrupling down that Barr and Mueller are Trump stooges and the holy-of-holies E-Plebneesta Un-Redacted Report will prove Trump is guilty. Let them rant and rave all the live long day right until November of 2020. What all of this reveals sadly is that there are two Americas: one for the elite who are handpicked almost from childhood to assume the reins of power to transform/subdue America as founded and for the rest of us, the rule of law, morality, ethics and the Constitution be damned. There are also two Americas insofar as the Anti-American Left and the rest of us seeking National Restoration. What all of this reveals, sadly, is that there is no reconciliation. Look at the campuses, look at your television, look at Congress, and then tell me how we E Pluribus Unum our way back.

Short answer: we can’t. But the question I always end up asking myself is: even if we could, should we really want to?

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UNEXPECTED!™

Kanye and his unabashed support for Trump deftly defended against the liberal OUTRAGE!!! machine by…ummm, Bret Easton Ellis?

Instead of getting outraged, they should have realized that a figure like Trump would seem appealing to him: brash, a gangster, his own man whether you liked him or loathed him, a loner, transparent, a truth teller not to be taken literally, flawed, contradictory, a rebel, awful for some or wonderful for others but certainly not vanilla or middle-of-the-road, incapable as a bureaucrat but skillful as a disruptor. This was also, of course, what a lot of other people I knew liked about Trump in the summer of 2018.

The media became derisive and speculated that Kanye had to be on drugs to say anything of the sort. He’s destroying his career! How could a black man like Trump? Anyone but an idiot could tell what Kanye was trying to say, however garbled and clumsy it was, but given the bias infecting everything in 2018, the press worried that he was having “delusional episodes” and probably needed to be treated for drug abuse. The consensus, in postmortem editorials everywhere, was that he would never have a career again after the slavery comment and the Trump tweets. It was all over for Kanye.

Except for the fact that, true to their ignorant prejudice, the Trumpers they reflexively blow off as “racist” are perfectly willing to flout Hollywood-shitlib assumptions and offer their welcoming support to Kanye for daring to exit the Lefty plantation and choosing a different path for himself.

And then Ellis makes the Tinseltown rubble bounce.

I MET up with Kanye during the week those controversies were exploding across social media. Kanye reached out because he was interested in resurrecting a TV project we had discussed in 2015, which he was now considering as a film. I promptly rearranged my schedule and made the drive out to his Calabasas compound, flittingly apprehensive that I might be meeting, as the media kept reiterating, a man who’d lost his mind.

After being ushered in by security, I was brought into a room where he was multi-tasking: assembling the movie team, overseeing his fashion line, rehearsing new material. In the five years I’d casually known him, I’d never seen him so attentive and focused and happy. This was Kanye at his most lucid, and this afternoon confirmed for me that he was, in fact, sane: his own man, no apologies, not some drugged-out freak gibbering on Twitter. People simply needed to acknowledge — not approve or to embrace — that here was someone who saw the world in his own way and not according to how other people thought he should see it.
 
What Kanye was championing in his Trump tweets was an idea of peace and unity, imagining a place where different sides could work together despite vicious ideological differences — that’s it.

Since November 2016, I had heard that a horrendous economic collapse was about to materialize, the planet was going to melt, countless people would die, the fraught situation in North Korea would send the United States into a nuclear Armageddon, and Trump would be impeached, brought down by a pee tape — leaving no jobs for anybody and Russian tanks in the streets.

We also idly noted that the filmmaker David Lynch couldn’t say in an interview that he thought maybe Donald Trump would go down as one of the great presidents in history, not without groupthink forcing him into apologizing for this immediately on Facebook. And where was a resistance that was so attractive and cunning that it managed to sway you, that maybe made you see things in a broader, less blinkered light?

But the one we had in 2018 seemed bent on advocating mostly vandalism and violence. Trump’s star on Hollywood Boulevard was destroyed with a pickax, an actor resembling a septuagenarian Lorax said “F–k Trump” at the Tony Awards, a television hostess called the first daughter “a feckless c–t” on her TV program, another actor suggested the president’s 11-year-old son should be put in a cage with pedophiles. And all of this from Hollywood: the land of inclusion and diversity. Maybe it was just another episode in the reality show that is still unfolding. Or maybe when you’re roiling in childish rage, the first thing you lose is judgment, and then comes common sense. And finally you lose your mind and along with that, your freedom.

Hoo boy, that’s gonna leave a mark.

(Via Insty)

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Feel-good story of the decade

The REAL Resistance.

Yes. We bullied Antifa. We punched them in the face. We took their flags. And we ate their pizza.

Anybody who can find anything to be unenthusiastic about in that prefatory statement is a fucking cuckalicious twatwaffle, not worth the effort of unzipping to piss on.

First and foremost, I want to boast that I got to punch a commie. In the defense of one of my fellow Americans that was being attacked, I actually got to punch a commie. Granted, he was a weak, noodle-y looking thing, but I got a shot in before the cops stepped in the middle of it and prevented more. I also got a souvenir from one of them. I kept offering to give it back to them if one of them was brave enough to come and take it from me; sadly, the cowards didn’t take me up on it. As I advised readers not long ago, get yourself to a protest.

I repeat my previous assertion, with bells and a big floppy bow on it. Just go read the rest; I absolutely guar-on-tee you’ll love it all to pieces. And bang, zoom, straight into Ye Olde Blogrolle goes Men Of The West.

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Refugee problem: a practical solution

Francis calls it a “political wet dream.

John Whiteman, Prime Minister of a First World nation that shall go unidentified for obvious reasons, recently announced a change to his country’s “refugee” policies. He can’t change the law, but he can change how it’s observed in practice – and he has. Immediately afterward, he addressed a group of “refugees” that made it to his nation’s shores:

“Refugees, eh? Yet more than ninety percent of you are young men, all of you look healthy, and it looks like most of you have smart phones. What are you running from, the fathers of the girls you knocked up?

“According to our laws, we have to house you ‘refugees’ here…but only until we can return you to your home countries in safety. So here’s the deal: you’ll be living in tents, in this compound, which you won’t be permitted to leave. There’ll be no WiFi, no electricity, and no entertainment of any kind. Yes, there’ll be food and water, but we won’t care about your opinion of the food, and water will be all you get to drink. Clothes? What’s wrong with the clothes you’re wearing?

“The compound is surrounded by crew-served machine gun emplacements that are continuously manned. Anyone who tries to scale the fence will be shot down, no questions asked. His neighbors can dispose of his body; we certainly won’t want it.

“For extra security, you’ll all be wearing ankle monitors. Very special ankle monitors: if you cut through the band that holds them on, they explode. Guaranteed amputation of your lower leg. If one of you is detected outside the compound, he’ll be tracked down and executed wherever he’s found, again no questions asked. Yes, kids too. Some of you ‘teenagers’ have mighty impressive beards.

“We aren’t interested in hearing any demands from you. In fact, the very first demand any of you makes will get all of you loaded onto a raft and dragged a mile out to sea. Think you could make it back?

“Whoever survives this regime will be returned to his homeland when we think it’s safe. You won’t get a vote. After all, we didn’t get one when you decided to leave, and fair’s fair.

“So make yourselves at home! Those of you whose phones are working should call your buddies back in Dumbfuckistan and tell them about the conditions here. Especially you should tell them about the size of this compound – the fixed size of this compound. No matter how many ‘refugees’ arrive here, they’ll all be confined to the space you occupy now. No enlargement will be considered.

“Have a nice day!”

Do read on from there, you’ll like it. Unfortunately, you can safely bet that most Americans would be mortified and shocked by the “inhumane extremism” of the ideas explored therein, which speaks sad volumes about the rudderless moral chaos of our era.

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Now go get ’em

Do it. Just do it.

Sen. Rand Paul (R-Ky) has blocked a resolution to release the Mueller report again, arguing that full transparency should be aimed for instead of partisan oneupmanship, and demanding the release of documents that detail the Obama administration’s involvement in the 2016 election.

Senate rules say that one Senator can block a resolution, and Paul fully intends to use this power until Democrats agree to release information that would give us a much larger understanding of what happened during the 2016 elections.

“It was so scandalous and so unverified and has turned out to be untrue, and yet this was the basis for the beginning of the investigation,” added Paul. “This was the basis for doing something extraordinary.”

This marks the fifth time the resolution has been blocked, but Paul isn’t alone. Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.) has also shot down the resolution, as well as Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) who is currently wanting to give Mueller and Attorney General William Barr time to work out the form in which they’d like to release the report to the public. 

Speaking of, the good ship Graham V2.0 just sent an almighty warning shot screaming low and tight over the bow of the USS Comey, already severely holed, burning, taking on water, and listing heavily to port:

Former FBI Director James Comey will be brought back to Capitol Hill to testify about the origins of the investigation into Russia and President Donald Trump’s campaign, and he’ll “get to testify in the light of day,” Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman Lindsey Graham promised Tuesday.

“Millions of Americans believe that the top level of the Department of Justice and the FBI, they wanted [Hillary] Clinton to win and Trump to lose,” the South Carolina Republican told Fox News’ Sean Hannity. “They manipulated the law to let her off, manipulated the facts and the law to go after Trump and that’s a big deal to a lot of people.”

Graham said he’ll ask Comey about the Christopher Steele dossier, including about whether it has ever been verified and if it was the chief reason for a FISA warrant against former Trump aide Carter Page. He said he also wants to know why Trump wasn’t told that there had been a counterintelligence investigation opened against his campaign.

“At the end of the day, how could you write that Clinton did nothing wrong even before you interviewed her, and why did you interview her with two people in the room — her aides — and not under oath?” Graham said he’ll also ask. “Most people don’t get that treatment.”

Comey knows the jig is up:

Former FBI Director James Comey on Tuesday condemned President Donald Trump’s calls for a possible investigation into how special counsel Robert Mueller’s Russia inquiry started, adding that it creates a troubling precedent.

During an interview with CNN’s Christiane Amanpour, Comey was asked about whether he feared possible counterinvestigations.

“I don’t fear it personally. I fear it as a citizen,” he said. “Right? Investigate what? Investigate that investigations were conducted? What would be the crime you’d be investigating? So it’s a terrible cycle to start.”

Gee, Jimbo, worried much about the brilliant light of truth being turned your way, you son of a bitch?

Simple justice demands that the scoundrel Comey not enjoy a single night’s restful sleep, spending most of his every day quaking with terror over the scarifying prospect of being held to account, until such time as justice is visited upon him at last. You want a real look into “Russia collusion” and all that flowed from it? By all means, let’s have ourselves one.

“I agree with James Comey about one thing — that there ought to be an investigation. But he ought to be answering for his role in this. He ought to be answering for his actions. Andy McCabe ought to be answering for his actions.”

“There was smoke, and enough smoke to justify investigating, and obviously there was overwhelming evidence that the Russians were interfering in the election to hurt one candidate and to help the other,” Comey told NBC News on Wednesday.

Hawley said that the government has to have witnesses testify under oath and should investigate the FBI for political bias against Trump.

“The people are supposed to control our government and the people’s elected representatives, including, by the way, the president of the United States,” he said. “Not the FBI. Not people who had a political vendetta against this president. So we need to get some answers here. We need to put these people under oath. We need to get the facts.”

We certainly do, if the people’s ostensible right to a say in their own governance isn’t to be exposed as a hoax on as monumental a scale as the Collusion Delusion itself. Even now, though, shitlibs are determined to keep fucking that chicken:

Two virulent anti-Trump lawmakers headlined a rally outside of the White House on Thursday to demand that the Department of Justice release the Mueller report in its entirety, claiming that it will reveal whether President Donald Trump has “abused his office.”

The protest, staged by leftist groups like moveon.org, People for the American Way, Public Citizen, the Women’s March, and the Center for American Progress, drew a couple of hundred people carrying anti-Trump and “release the report” signs.

And despite newly confirmed Attorney General William Barr’s report to Congress that Mueller and his team over two years found no evidence that Trump or his campaign colluded with Russia during the 2016 presidential campaign nor evidence of obstruction of justice, Rep. Jerrold Nadler (D-NY), chairman of the House Judiciary Committee, and Sen. Richard Blumenthal (D-CT), who is on the Senate Judiciary Committee, told the crowd that the president may well be found guilty of those charges and others.

“All across the country America is rising up,” Blumenthal said, adding that Barr’s summary “doesn’t exonerate the president.”

“There is evidence of obstruction,” Blumenthal said. “That there may well be evidence of collusion with Russia,even if it isn’t beyond a reasonable doubt.”

There can’t be “evidence of obstruction” when there is no underlying crime, you fucking moron.

Blumenthal, Nadler and other speakers repeatedly said that Trump “hand-picked” and “appointed” Barr, even though the Senate had to confirm him for the position.

Nadler implied that Trump is a threat to our country.

“You know that we’ are in a battle over the rules that govern our democracy and over the rules that guarantee that we will remain a democracy,” Nadler said. “We cannot allow a president to carry on sustained attacks on the integrity of our republic and the integrity of our democracy.”

Well strip me naked and call me Shorty: the blind squirrel found hisself a nut by accident. Yes, we are “in a battle over the rules that govern our democracy” sure enough, if not in the way you mean it. Regrettably, though, “the rules that guarantee that we will remain a democracy” have been short-circuited and sputtering for a long time now, thanks to your own side’s eternal antipathy for them, and your all-too-successful campaign to demolish them.

All in all, if the Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight has nothing to hide, then they have nothing to fear from being investigated themselves, no? They should gladly welcome the opportunity to clear away all suspicion and forever secure their reputations and good names. After all, that’s the self-same sophistry the fine, upstanding agents at the FBI like to throw around themselves whenever one of their targets seems nervous about submitting to a few friendly questions.

So sic ’em, boys; let’s investigate these choirboys to within an inch of their miserable lives. Leave not one stone unturned, not one question unasked, not one dank corner peered into. Then we’ll all just see if the shining armor those blemishless, noble chevaliers sans peur et sans reproche strut so self-righteously around the place in winds up tarnished after all.

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It’s only a matter of time

And not a lot of it, either.

UNDISCLOSED—According to a US special ops team in an undisclosed location, a feminist activist and blogger endangered their team’s mission by popping up out of nowhere to lecture them on the gender balance of their squad.

The team leader later claimed that “this crazy lady” jumped out at them and began to scold them for their lack of gender balance.

“Excuse me, are there any women in your squad?” she said, frightening the officer, who nearly put a round into her right there.

“Wha—who are you?” he responded. “You scared the crap out of me. You really shouldn’t be here.

“Just what I thought,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re against me being here because I’m a powerful womyn, and that somehow threatens your white male existence.”

The men of the elite special ops team then offered to carry her out of the dangerous combat zone, but instead received a lecture on how women are just as capable as men and how she didn’t need to be carried like some piece of property.

At publishing time, the woman had been captured by enemy forces but was quickly set free after she annoyingly lectured the terrorists for several hours on the gender balance of their terror cell.

Eh, if they’d chopped her empty head off one could only nod ruefully in sympathetic understanding. It’s from the Bee, so I THINK it’s satire. Not at all their fault that that’s become such a very damned difficult thing to do nowadays.

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Smarter than the average bear

The estimable Mollie Hemingway explains her resistance to chumphood.

When Special Counsel Robert Mueller announced in late March that his sprawling Russia probe had ended with not a single indictment related to criminal collusion, it was a devastating blow to the media’s already damaged credibility. “The Mueller Report is an unmitigated disaster for the American press and the ‘expert’ class that it promotes,” wrote Lee Smith in an overview at The Tablet. Smith was one of the exceedingly small handful of journalists who didn’t fall for the Russia conspiracy.

I’ve written dozens of stories skeptical of the Russia-Trump conspiracy and critical of the media’s coverage of it. How were a few of us able to resist the overwhelming pressure to join the conspiracy theorists?

That handful was exceedingly small because the overwhelming majority of “journalists” was not “taken in” by the deception, but were actively participating in it. They were far more interested in resisting Trump than they were in, y’know, doing their fucking job.

In late September, I watched a perfectly executed information operation play out from the Clinton campaign. It was the campaign’s opposition research on women, hooked to Alicia Machado. These things can only roll out perfectly thanks to a compliant media, one thing the Clinton campaign had in spades.

In late October, I watched another attempted information operation roll out from the Clinton campaign. It was opposition research related to Trump and Russia. I noticed that when the stories dropped, the typically slow Clinton immediately put details about one of them at the top of her Twitter feed and pinned them.

It was a curious move, and made me think her involvement in that story was even more than I already suspected. And I already suspected it was her campaign that was peddling the information. It is perhaps worth noting that the story — about a mysterious server pinging Russia from Trump Tower — was debunked within hours.

When Trump won the 2016 election, it shocked most of the elites who control discourse. An excerpt from “Shattered,” a book about the 2016 Clinton campaign, explained what happened next:

In other calls with advisers and political surrogates in the days after the election, Hillary declined to take responsibility for her own loss. ‘She’s not being particularly self-reflective,’ said one longtime ally who was on calls with her shortly after the election. Instead, Hillary kept pointing her finger at Comey and Russia. ‘She wants to make sure all these narratives get spun the right way,’ this person said.

That strategy had been set within twenty-four hours of her concession speech. Mook and Podesta assembled her communications team at the Brooklyn headquarters to engineer the case that the election wasn’t entirely on the up-and-up. For a couple of hours, with Shake Shack containers littering the room, they went over the script they would pitch to the press and the public. Already, Russian hacking was the centerpiece of the argument.

In Brooklyn, her team coalesced around the idea that Russian hacking was the major unreported story of the campaign, overshadowed by the contents of stolen e-mails and Hillary’s own private-server imbroglio.

The Clinton strategy wasn’t reported for a few months, but it was obvious to any mildly observant onlooker. Reporters followed Clinton’s lead, per usual, and fixated on Russia. The Obama administration published a couple of reports making the case for the seriousness of Russian meddling that some cyber experts dismissed as not well substantiated.

Lots more really good stuff here, of which you should read the all.

I frequently refer to Sharyl Atkisson and one or two others as “the last real journalist,” but Hemingway deserves to be on that list her own self.

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Herb is peaches

Aesop kinda surprised me the other day with his enthusiastic endorsement of the legendary Herb Alpert, of whom I’ve been a fan since I was knee-high to being knee-high. Our dad cherished a copy of this album in particular:

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My brother and I cherished this album ourselves. Not just for the music, which is great in its own right, but for the cover. We whiled away many a pleasant afternoon staring intently at this image when we were on the cusp of puberty; we knew damned well there was a nipple tucked away in that fluffy goo somewhere, and damned if we weren’t going to find that thing even if it killed us. Puts me in mind of a good old joke: How do you make a kilo of ugly fat attractive to men? I won’t provide the answer, I’ll leave that to one of you smart-alecky commenters out there. I’m sure one of you reprobates will come through and resolve the mystery once and for all.

Anyways, what with the reminder of Alpert and all, I thought I’d hip those of you not yet wise to the Tijuana Brass’s rich buttery goodness to one of my all-time favorite tunes, from one of my all-time favorite artists. Bon appetit, y’all.



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The Final Insult

Steyn reviews “the last hurrah” of the riotously funny Naked Gun series, featuring Leslie Nielsen as the, uhhh, cop’s cop Lieutenant Frank Drebin. This time around Mark’s review is quite brief, so I’ll stick to a short excerpt myself:

The mistake most movies make with comedy is in assuming that, if you have lots of jokes, everyone has to be incredibly frantic. Nielsen imbues Frank, under the bluff cop exterior, with a child-like innocence, all the more remarkable when you consider that in a zillion terrible television movies — one thinks of Shadow Over Elveron (1968) — Nielsen, under the same bluff cop exterior, invariably turned out to be a weakling on the take or a ruthless killer who’d stop at nothing. It’s the same with Priscilla Presley: her trembling wide-eyed sappy love lines are identical to those she used in “Dallas” as she ricocheted week by week from Bobby Ewing to Ray Krebs and back. The only difference is that this relationship is oddly touching: when the marriage counselor asks the couple if they’ve tried alleviating their bedroom difficulties with “sexy lingerie, some lacy underwear, a black teddy”, Frank replies, “I’ve tried wearing them all. They don’t work.”

This provides me with a perfect excuse to mention another of Nielsen’s classic turns as comedic cop Drebin:




The above video consists of the intro sequence to each of the six Police Squad! episodes; each one closes with “tonight’s special guest star” being killed off in some ludicrous fashion (be sure not to miss William Shatner’s appearance, the only guest star to survive his attempted assassination…almost), followed by the narrator announcing the title of the episode, voiced over the text of a completely different title. The intro clips make for a good introduction to the chaotic, slapstick yockfest to follow. Hell, even the show’s theme music was absolutely note-perfect. The show was a Zucker-Abrams-Zucker creation; anyone familiar with their output won’t be surprised at either the seamless, carefully-crafted approach to complete juvenilia and silliness, or at how just plain funny they all are:

While attending the University of Wisconsin–Madison, the trio founded a small theater known as The Kentucky Fried Theater in 1971 which led to their sketch comedy film The Kentucky Fried Movie.

This was followed in 1980 by the trio’s breakout hit Airplane!, which remains a revered comedic milestone. Subsequent collaborations include the TV series Police Squad!, its subsequent Naked Gun trilogy and the films Top Secret! and Ruthless People. All of their projects relied heavily on parodies, visual gags and breaking of the fourth wall, and established a strong cult following. The notable stylistic exception is Ruthless People, a more traditional farce that was directed by the trio but unlike their other productions, not written by them.

Police Squad! just has to be one of the most tragically-underappreciated TV shows of all time if you ask me. Along with another unsung favorite of mine, Firefly (clocking in at only 14 episodes and one movie), it adds up to proof positive that in the world of television one can’t always count on the cream rising to the top. The Firefly series has so far led to only one movie spinoff—Serenity, likewise a good ‘un—whereas Police Squad! boasts the three Naked Gun sequel flicks. There’s been talk over the years about making another Serenity movie, but to date nothing has come of it. A So as of now, the Police Squad/Naked Gun tag team remains the reigning champ. That could change, though, should something as misguided as this proposed travesty ever come to pass:

On December 13, 2013, Paramount announced that a reboot of the franchise was in development, with Ed Helms starring as Drebin and Thomas Lennon and Ben Garant co-writing the screenplay. However, on January 11, 2014, Garant stated that the film will be more of a sequel than a reboot. In March 2015, David Zucker referred to the film as more of a reboot than a sequel, stating that it won’t have same spoofing style as the original series while disagreeing with the choice of Helms as the lead saying “I would want somebody who had never been in a comedy”. Zucker was approached by the studio to produce the film. In August 2015, Helms gave an update on the film stating “You have to make something that a contemporary audience is going to like. We haven’t seen many of those slapstick movies in a while, so I’m not sure what the right angle is on it”, echoing Zucker’s comments on the film’s modern take. Zucker stated in 2017 that he was working on a script for a fourth Naked Gun film with Pat Proft. He described the films plot as being about the son of Frank Drebin.

Oh, great. Just fucking great. Another of the cherished treasures of my youth dug up, raped, and ruined. Thanks a pantload, guys.

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Gimme sanctuary

Oh, it’s a Red Flag all right.

More than two dozen counties in Colorado have taken a page from the left’s playbook by declaring themselves “Second Amendment sanctuary counties” in anticipation of the passage of a bill that allows local governments to seize people’s guns without due process.

In February, Democrats in the Colorado legislature introduced HB19-1177, commonly known as the Red Flag bill.  The law allows the government to seize firearms from a law-abiding owner after as long as a petitioner “establishes ” by a preponderance of the evidence that the gun owner “poses a significant risk to self or others.”

The subhed calls Red Flag “an insane idea ripe for abuse,” which it is. But abuse, of course, is the whole point.

The petitioner only has to meet the “preponderance of the evidence” standard, which is a lower standard than the “beyond a reasonable doubt” standard used in criminal trials. It basically asks whether the petitioner’s proposition is more likely to be true than not true. This is the same standard that kangaroo courts for campus sexual assault and harassment rely on, per the guidance of the Obama administration.

Second, the Red Flag bill ensures gun owners, not their accusers, bear the burden of proof, and makes it very difficult for the gun owner to defend his or her constitutional right to bear arms. The owner is completely unaware a petition has been filed against him until the police show up to confiscate all his firearms. Since a search warrant is issued at the same time a temporary extreme risk protection order (ERPO) is issued, the police may search the house even after the owner surrenders his firearms.

There’s more, and worse, from there. But then comes the good news.

In anticipation of the bill’s passing, more than two dozen Colorado counties, including Douglas County, the seventh-most populous county in Colorado, passed “Second Amendment Sanctuary” resolutions. Many did so at the request of their duly elected sheriffs.

These counties affirm their support for their sheriffs “in the exercise of his sound discretion to not enforce against any citizen an unconstitutional firearms law.” They also promise not to appropriate government funds to build storage facilities for firearms seized by law enforcement. More counties are either considering similar measures or, like Arapahoe County, the third-most populous Colorado county, waiting for the final wording of the bill to decide the best course of action.

Facing increasing opposition from counties, Colorado Attorney General Phil Weise, a supporter of the Red Flag bill, dismissed the resolutions as something that couldn’t override a state law.

But state law can override the US Constitution, huh? I see, I see.

He said sheriffs in those counties should resign if they refuse to follow the law.

As should all elected officials responsible for turning illegal-alien “sanctuary cities” and states into shit-strewn, disease-ridden Third World hellholes, amIright? Ohnononono, of course not. That’s diff’runt.

It’s interesting that the left now pushes back against gun sanctuary counties by using similar language to what conservatives have said about immigration sanctuary cities—”Our nation and state depends on the rule of laws” and “Everyone must obey the law.”  But there is a fundamental difference between sanctuary on the left versus that on the right.

The left supports illegal immigrant sanctuary because they don’t want to obey federal laws they don’t like. They choose to protect law-breakers who may pose security threats to communities and law-abiding citizens. The left supports the Red Flag bill and opposes the gun sanctuary counties because they oppose gun ownership and Second Amendment rights. Once again, they rely on a state law to disobey federal laws they don’t like.

Basically, the Left wants its way, and is perfectly happy to pervert, debase, and ignore any law, precedent, or principle to get it. They’ll deal with the chaotic dysfunction they create later—maybe. Just let ’em get us all under control first, then they’ll see about “fixing” things for us.

Colorado isn’t alone in this fight. A similar Red Flag bill is working though the New Mexico legislature right now. Twenty-nine out of 33 sheriffs there signed a letter disapproving of the bill, and 24 counties have passed a Second Amendment sanctuary resolution, affirming their support of their sheriffs not enforcing what they view as unconstitutional gun control legislation.

What’s happening in Colorado and New Mexico has national implications because similar Red Flag bills passed in at least eight blue states in the United States in 2018, including New York, New Jersey, and Illinois. In recent testimony before the U.S. Senate Judiciary Committee, David Kopel, a Constitution scholar at the Independence Institute, said “Nearly a third of such orders are improperly issued against innocent people.”

Conservatives in these blue states have been looking for ways to push back against aggressive gun control legislation that they believe infringes upon their constitutional rights. Now Colorado and New Mexico have shown them what they can do.

As good a move as this one is, I’m afraid we’re all going to have to step up and do a lot more before a whole lot longer. Until it’s shown to be painful—even fatal, most likely—for them to mess with us, they will NEVER stop doing so.

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What REALLY happened

The smoke clears, the dust settles, the fog lifts.

In sum, we have endured a two-year ordeal in which the president of the United States was forced to govern under a cloud of suspicion — suspicion of being a traitor, of scheming with a foreign adversary to steal an election. This happened because the Obama administration — which opened the probe of the Trump campaign, and which opted to use foreign counterintelligence spying powers rather than give Trump a defensive briefing about suspected Russian infiltration of his campaign — methodically forced its suspicions about Trump into the public domain.

It is not just that FISA warrants were sought on the basis of the Steele dossier, an uncorroborated Clinton-campaign opposition-research screed that the Obama Justice Department and FBI well knew was being peddled to the media at the same time. There was a patently premeditated stream of intelligence leaks depicting a corrupt Trump-Russia arrangement.

After Hillary Clinton lost the 2016 election, Obama, after doing virtually nothing about Russian aggression for most of eight years, suddenly made a show of issuing sanctions, seizing Russian assets, and expelling Russian operatives. He then rushed the completion of an intelligence assessment that would ordinarily have taken months to complete, so that it would be issued on his watch; and presto: The public was told not only that Russia interfered in the campaign, but that Russia did so because Putin was trying to get Trump elected. (Of course, the public was not told that Obama had known what Russia was doing during the campaign, but concluded it was too trivial to warrant a response; and the public was not reminded that, just days before the election — when Russia’s perfidy was well known to the Obama administration — both Obama and Hillary Clinton chastised Trump for daring to suggest that an American presidential election could be rigged.)

The intelligence assessment provided Obama’s intelligence agencies with a pretext to brief President-elect Trump on the Steele dossier. That, in turn, gave the media — previously skittish about the dossier’s sensational, unverified allegations — exactly the news hook they needed to publish it. Weeks later, as the FBI continued relying on the unverified Steele dossier in FISA-warrant applications, the FBI director, in public testimony, not only disclosed the existence of a classified counterintelligence investigation but gratuitously added that Trump’s campaign was a subject of the probe and that an assessment would be made of whether any crimes were committed — signaling to the world that Trump was a suspect in what would be, if proved, one of the most heinous crimes in American history. Then, finally, more leaks to the media triggered the appointment of a special counsel in the absence of actual evidence that the president had committed a crime.
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You want disclosure? Me too. But let’s see all of it. Not just Mueller’s report. Let’s see everything: all of the memoranda relevant to the opening of the investigation, all of the testimony at closed hearings, all of the FISA-warrant applications, all of Rosenstein’s scope memo.

If we’re going to have accountability, let’s have complete accountability.

Damned skippy. Full disclosure would make a damned fine kickoff for a thorough investigation of the investigators, and bring the Deep State malefactors—ALL of them, to include the Clintons, Obama, Lynch, the FBI/DoJ, Enemedia, the whole filthy, corrupt lot—face to face with real justice at last. T’is a dream I have; I surely don’t expect it to happen. But that’s the one and only thing that might stand a chance of recreating—not restoring, it’s way too late for that—Americans’ faith in their broken, dysfunctional, entirely corrupt government.

Update! From Surber’s lips to God’s ears:

Mueller cleared President Trump.

Now it is Obama’s turn to face the music.

We can start by squeezing the little finks like Lisa Page and Peter Strzok until they squeal, and then go up the ladder — Susan Rice, Jimmy Clapper, John Brennan — until we finally get Mister Big.

And afterward, President Trump can file a RICO lawsuit against the Clintons, the Obamas and the DNC. Bankrupt them.

They tried to fundamentally transform America into a banana republic without the bananas. There is a price to pay for such ambitions that we must extract for the sake of the Republic.

There ought to be, yeah. To quote Captain Picard: make it so. I’m with Robert:

Now, it’s time to train the full weight of investigation and prosecution on those who perpetrated this fraud. Most of them should die in prison. The mainstream media organs that parroted the lies and ignored the truth should all go out of business. There are many lessons to be learned from this travesty, but here’s one of the most important:

The mainstream media is completely biased, compromised, corrupt, and aligned with the most nefarious elements of the US government. Ignore it, and do all you can to counter its disinformation and influence. Support the Alternative Media!

Gibbets and crows, baby. Gibbets and crows.

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Take ’em down, take ’em down, take ’em ALL down!

This, too, is a mea culpa we shall never, ever see.

On Sunday a vindicated president tweeted “No Collusion, No Obstruction, Complete and Total EXONERATION. KEEP AMERICA GREAT!”

So now what?

For starters, Twitter, Facebook, Google and other Silicon Valley tech companies should remove all Russian collusion conspiracy theorists from their platforms.

After all, social media networks didn’t hesitate to ban Alex Jones of Infowars and others for spreading misinformation and/or conspiracy theories, so why not ban House Majority Speaker Nancy Pelosi, Maxine Waters, Hillary Clinton, James Comey, Andrew McCabe, Schiff, Eric Swalwell, John Brennan, Beto O’ Rourke and scores of media hacks who’ve all done the same?

And what about Google? Will it continue to allow search results that yield now-debunked conspiracy theories surrounding Russian collusion and the Trump campaign? Or will they do the right thing and scrub misinformation and lies to stop the hoax from perpetuating?

Via Ace, three guesses on that one.

Google search is hiding auto-completed text related to the Robert Mueller special counsel investigation, according to a Washington Free Beacon analysis.

Using Google search on multiple browsers and on private-browsing mode, the Free Beacon found Google search had an aversion to the search term “indictment.”

Using either “Trump” or “Mueller” as the subject, the following word “indictment” was not suggested even after spelling out most of it. For example, putting “Trump indi” into Google’s search bar does not lead to “Trump indictment” but rather to “Trump India,” “Trump India Pakistan,” Trump India tariffs,” and “Trump Indiana.”

Searching specifically for “Trump indictment,” the Free Beacon found Google preferred the result “Trump indictment advent calendar,” which leads to a humorous story in which indictments of Trump family members are seen as gifts around Christmastime. (The Free Beacon had not previously searched for such a calendar and it was not on our search history.)

As with most things in life, though, there’s a workaround.

Update! Greenwald, bless the nefarious old sod, is still knocking ’em out of the park.


If I gave so much as a single shit about Twitter—which I don’t—I’d have to seriously consider laying aside the vitriolic blog-battles we fought here in the dim and distant past and following the guy at this point. In any event, Greenwald’s output on all this says very good things indeed about his personal and professional integrity, and my cap is duly doffed to him for that if nothing else. No, we ain’t likely ever to agree on just about anything. But I definitely, if somewhat grudgingly, have to confess to a degree of newfound respect for him.

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Let the games begin!

Stick it to ’em, Lindsay. Unleash pure Hell on the Deep State scumbag.


Go get ’em, boy; get ’em all, and get ’em good. I gotta say it again: John McCain finally shuffling off to join the Choir Invisible, having brought us Lindsay Graham V2.0 thereby, was the greatest service the loathsome Juanny Mav ever did for his country.

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Dream on

A mea culpa you ain’t EVER gonna hear.

So I was watching a CNN roundtable discussion earlier and Brian Stelter said, “Well, guys, we really screwed the pooch on this one. There was absolutely no collusion between Trump, or for that matter, any other American, and Russia. But none of our viewers would have ever guessed that that might be the case from our coverage. We were mad as hell that Hillary lost and we hated Trump for beating her. We let our partisanship and hatred of Trump completely undermine our competence as journalists. By knowingingly and enthusiastically participating and egging on this time and money-wasting witch-hunt, we’ve discredited ourselves and our profession. It’s going to be hard to repair the damage to our credibility. We should be servicing the glory holes for quarters in rest stops along the interstate. Compared to what we’ve been doing for the last two years, that would be honorable work.” And then the camera panned over to John Brennan who said, “Well, Brian, I agree with everything you’ve said. But I have no right to get on my high horse about any of this because I’m an utter disgrace to the intelligence community. Hell, I’m lucky I’m not doing 10 years in a federal PMITA prison right now. I can’t believe you guys had me on for interviews week after week as if I were some kinda lofty Olympian sage. The reality is, I’m a partisan hack who hates Trump and wants him gone by any means necessary. How about you, Pete?” And Peter Strzok was on the panel, too. And he said, “John, compared to me, you’re a tower of integrity. I’m a lying sh*tstain. I give the word slimy a bad name. Hell, I have to look up to tie Sid Blumenthal’s shoelaces. I’m not even good enough to be pond scum. I’m yeast. Everybody knows that. Everybody has always known that. It was obvious from the get-go. Everyone sitting at this table was part of an organized, coordinated coup attempt against a sitting president. We all owe him an apology.”

And then I woke up.

Actually, GorillaPundit is wrong about one thing: there assuredly WAS collusion between “…any other American” and Russia. It’s just that it was Hillary, Obama, &c doing it. But GP makes amends handsomely with this:

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Which is, of course, just another mea culpa we ain’t ever gonna hear.

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Stand with Tucker

As y’all no doubt know, I don’t usually transcribe links in my excerpts here. But I’m gonna make an exception this once.

After years of attacks on Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, Lou Dobbs, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity and recently Laura Ingraham, the targeting of Tucker Carlson has become the tipping point for push back. The push back comes in the form of an organization calling itself “Stand With Tucker,”, and it can be found here.

The group was started by Larry Ward, who has been in the political advertising business for twenty years, with a focus on digital and social media. Ward has already been long involved in fighting the left-wing tech giants of Silicon Valley, notably with Facebook.

The site posted by Ward and his conservative coalition says among other things, this:

Enough! We have had enough of the hateful, well-funded and orchestrated smear campaigns designed to silence conservative voices. Tucker Carlson is the latest target of Media Matters and the Soros left. We must fight back. Sign this petition urging Fox News and Tucker Carlson Tonight advertisers including Lexus, Jaguar, Pacific Life, Pfizer, AstraZeneca and Sheex who have pulled ads according to the LA Times, to stand for free speech.

A list of prominent conservatives have signed on to support Stand with Tucker, with statements of support attached.

There was a tweet from Donald Trump Jr. saying: “This is how to handle the outrage mob. Remember, even the most sincere apology means nothing to them. They want to break and ruin you. That’s their end goal.”

Right again. More:

Particularly interesting was Ward’s observation about what he calls the political “weaponizing” of corporations against conservatives. Comparing it to the Obama administration’s weaponizing of government bureaucracies like the IRS and the FBI to target perceived Obama and liberal “enemies” (like Donald Trump), Ward points to the role of liberal corporate executives in a war against not only Tucker Carlson but Fox News and conservative media figures at large. They are no longer about, as it were, selling soap. They are about using soap — whatever their product may be — to silence conservatives. He specifically refers to what he calls “Liberal Sleeper Cells” in corporate America. Ward’s point is that the lefties in Media Matters collude with the lefties inside corporation A or B and — voilà! — a conservative in the media somewhere is now the target of the moment, replete with a campaign to silence them.

And indeed, while I had not used Ward’s term of art, in fact “Liberal Sleeper Cells” were exactly what I have found in the corporate attacks on Tucker Carlson.

Follows, a long litany of corporate collusion and abuse, winding up thusly:

These and so much more are not merely a drive to silence conservatives. They are different fronts in what has become a battle for freedom itself. They are about power —control — by the American Left over every single American in every aspect of their life.

Right. Again. Since so many of these misguided corporations are owned and/or run by libtards—itself quite mystifying, since the Left’s eternal hatred for Corporate America is exceeded only by their unreasong loathing for Trump and his supporters—one can only speculate on the effectiveness of such efforts as boycotts, petitions, naming-and-shaming campaigns, and the like.

Which doesn’t mean it ain’t worth trying, mind; every battle has to begin somewhere, and this is as good a choice for a stand-your-ground spot as any, belated though the pushback definitely is. Who knows; hit ’em hard enough in the pocketbook and maybe their shareholders can educate these crony-socialist reprobates as to just what their business really is, what they’re actually supposed to be doing with it, and why.

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Constitution Shmonstitution

A rueful reminiscence from Wilder.

When I was in grade school the teachers spoke of the Constitution with reverence. As second graders, we listened as the teacher told the story of how it was written and the freedoms it guaranteed us and the responsibilities that it demanded of us. My grade school teachers were all married women, and they loved America. It was a small town, and the teachers had grown up in the area. Some of them had taught their own children and their own grandchildren in the same school where the chalkboard dust, lead paint dust, water from lead-soldered pipes, and asbestos floor tiles soaked into my skin daily. Even the early reader books were taped together with yellowing cellophane tape at the bindings, and most of the books had been printed decades before. I got to See Spot Run like legions of boys before me, running my fingers over the same dog-eared pages that had been read for years, young mouths quietly sounding out the words.

And these boys before me, who had sat in the same desks, drew beginning math on the same blackboards, pulling chalk from the same worn, wooden tray that I did, got paddled in the same principal’s office that I did. They had traveled the world to strange places that their teachers never named when they opened the geography books during the time they spent in second grade. These were places with foreign names like Guadalcanal. Bastogne. Chosin Reservoir. Da Nang.

One of these boys in particular, a blonde haired young Ranger, was barely eighteen when he was shot climbing the cliffs at Pointe Du Hoc on the sixth of June, 1944. His sister was a friend of my father. As a young boy that Ranger sat in that same room, learning the same math decades before I was born. He sat in that same classroom just a few short years before he was buried in Normandy in late spring at the age of 18. No member of his family could afford to visit his grave until over fifty years had passed and his sister walked to his grave and touched its cold marble stone and ran her fingers over his name. Despite that, the young Ranger isn’t lonely – he is surrounded by 9,387 of his comrades who died during the invasion of France.

The school was torn down some time ago – I don’t know when. A bond issue was finally passed, and a new school was built. There aren’t many more students than when I went there, but there are new classrooms. These new schools are gleaming with whiteboards and new furniture and new books, and from the pictures you can see that the kids look a lot like the kids from when I went there; but the connection with 100 years of history went when the building was torn down.

Change is inevitable, but the one thing that my teachers taught us was that the Constitution was a rock, something special, something that every American had shared for hundreds of years. It was important, and it protected us, and protected our freedom.

I believed that, the way the boys that live forever on Pointe du Hoc did.

Today, however, the population of the United States is at least 14% foreign born, but I’d bet that number undercounts illegal aliens.  Second generation Americans, people born here of immigrants, account for at least 10% of the population. A quarter of the population of this country simply has no connection to anything American. 10% were born here, but were raised in a household that had little to no connection to anything American.

These residents also don’t have teachers that teach that the United States is good, that the Constitution is a meaningful document – times have changed and that just isn’t the “woke” take. They don’t get any of this from their family, either. Their family simply doesn’t know anything about freedom and the Constitution in most cases, and probably wouldn’t care if they did. It’s a document that foreigners put together – it is not part of their history at all.

If we have politicians that actively create divisions between Americans with a heritage of limited government and an increasing number of people for whom the history of the United States means nothing, the Constitution won’t mean anything. It will be a speed bump for those who have no connection to it and who have no love of it. The Constitution in the hands of those who hate the limitations it puts on them will, in the long run, provide no safety at all as it is interpreted away, as the press revolts against it, and as the newly imported electorate ignores it.

And what meaning will the blonde Ranger of Pointe du Hoc have then?

Not a whole lot different from what he has now, I’d say. It’s more a matter of which group of us we’re talking about; those of us who have cherished the meaning and memory of that Ranger right along still do, and will forever. Problem is, there’s a large and growing cohort that not only does not cherish that meaning, but has either abandoned the memory or never acquired it in the first place. A bigger problem is that not all of said cohort—probably not even most—are immigrants, unassimilated or otherwise. But there’s a bigger problem still.

In the comments John says, “I’m not trying to make people comfortable with nostalgia – I’m trying to show what we’ve lost.” We’ve lost quite a lot, and stand to lose more yet. The Pointe du Hoc Ranger will be forgotten, as surely as will the lessons he once taught, the example he once provided, and the inspiration and pride he instilled. Partly, that’s just the relentless tide of history clearing the sand of footprints, as it inexorably does—a fact better accepted than lamented or railed against, probably.

But not everything has to be forgotten; not everything should be. And then there are those things whose memory must at any cost be preserved, because the price of allowing them to fade is nothing less than our own extinction. Not for nothing did John begin this excellent post in an old schoolhouse, I think. Because it’s there where our enforced loss of memory and meaning begins, and the cultural amnesia and indoctrination occurring in those classrooms is the biggest problem of them all. Only by addressing that issue will our memory problem be put fully right, if ever it is. Only then can we say we’ve given that valiant Ranger and his comrades their due, our eternal debt to them sufficiently serviced, and their rightful place in our hearts and minds restored.

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NY to NYC: drop dead!

A deliciously scorching smackdown.

The New York City Daily News treated Upstate New York to one of the most condescending editorials imaginable the other day. Chris Denton offers a reply.

In the New York Daily News on March 4th, 2019 the following editorial appeared:

PLEASE SECEDE
“Something must be off with the water upstate. Several Republicans in Albany are offering dopey plans to split the big city and its environs, which pay the bills and provide the entertainment, from the rural stretches. One senator wants an economic impact study of a rupture (easy: we get richer, you get poorer). One assemblyman is pushing a separation referendum. Another clueless duo seeks one senator per county (dozen for upstate, five for the boroughs), even though it violates the US Constitution. This much we know: Our water, which comes from upstate, is great. In any divorce, we get it. They are all wet.”

Here is the upstate reply:

Dear Editor:
Let’s start with a few questions about the consequences to NYC if upstate leaves:

Where are you going to get your energy?

Governor Cuomo is shutting down your Indian Point Carbon-Neutral Nuclear Power Plant. Mayor deBlasio is shutting down city power plants. Your Governor Cuomo has stopped the building of pipelines upstate that would have allowed gas hook-ups in Westchester and Long Island, but which now are not possible due to lack of pipelines to deliver it. Your Governor Cuomo has stopped all natural gas drilling, which the new state will allow.

The new upstate will allow drilling. Upstate will have very cheap energy. And can sell it to Massachusetts and NYC at a price high enough to assuage their collective Environmental Guilt. Upstate generates twice as much electricity as it uses, nearly all of which comes from the four nuclear carbon-neutral power plants and Niagara Falls carbon-neutral hydroelectric power plant. Upstate doesn’t need solar or wind for its energy needs or for its environmental conscience.
    
The destruction of upstate hill tops from Industrial Wind Turbines and the destruction of forests and farm land from Industrial Solar Gathering Sites will cease. Upstate will no longer suffer from infrasound, flicker, bat kills, bird kills, eagle kills, wake and electromagnetic interference from Wind Turbines. NYC and its environs will pay three times as much as upstate does for its energy. You are going to need that money of which you spoke.

Labor market? The pension system for NYC employees will fall on NYC’s head. You are going to need the riches you claim to have. Upstate will start with a clean slate. Right to work state. Rent our prisons to NYC et al. No defined benefit pension plans to drain the life out of the tax payers. Minimum wage can reflect our economy, not NYC’s. The lack of mandatory prevailing union wage scale for all government projects and the end of unfunded mandates will save us billions.

Subsidies for utopian projects? The tax draining subsidies for solar and wind which upstate doesn’t need will save us more billions. You are welcome to assuage your environmental guilt at your own expense and to put in as many wind turbines as you can cluster in Long Island Sound, in the Atlantic off Montauk Point, off the Hamptons, off Fire Island and Far Rockaway, in Central Park, and on top of buildings.

You are welcome to put solar panels on every square foot of Central Park, Van Cortlandt Park, Jamaica Bay, Liberty Island, Ellis Island, Rikers Island, City Island, Governor’s Island, Fire Island, Shelter Island, etc. No exceptions for politicians and the rich, which you will now be free to tax at 70%. Gee, I wonder what part of the old New York State they will move to? And once upstate is free of the NYC driven social agenda of driving out Amazon, it will be welcomed upstate. And you can have your own socialist state and become an open borders sanctuary state at your own expense.

One more thing. In NYC only the gangs carry guns – mostly to hunt defenseless people. Upstate we carry guns for hunting game and for defense against gangs. Upstate men, women and the elderly shoot back.

If you Upstaters are smart, you’ll get busy building a Big Beautiful Wall around NYC of the sort Snake Plisskin had to fly over to get into the city, and fast. The closing Editor’s Note is a sweet parting shot too:

Editor’s Note: What Chris is addressing, here, as I see it, is the cocky “you need us” New York City attitude that supposes the world depends on the condescending folks who live there, when the exact opposite is true. New York City cannot exist without the rural areas that supply its food and make its energy. It is wholly dependent on imports, in fact, and Upstate New York could survive quite nicely without it. It wouldn’t be poorer, but richer, because it could sell its products without having to bear the unbearable burden of New York’s wasteful spending and high taxes. Secession is less the point than understanding these facts. Indeed, I might have titled this post “If you think you’d benefit by a secession, we dare you!”

As always, arrogant, obnoxious libtards should be very careful what they wish for, lest they get it—good and hard.

(Via Insty)

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BLASPHEMY!!!

Nazism, Marxism: two peas, one pod, all Left.

“Conservative” and especially “liberal” have changed over time and have different meanings in the United States and Europe. Hayek himself, who had a more European view of conservatism, was wary of labels. He spurned both “conservative” and “libertarian,” and dedicated his most famous book “to the socialists of all parties.”

For precision, I refrain from using “conservative” or “liberal” unless through quotation and use “left” and “right” as generally accepted in modern America. The right consists of free-market capitalists, who think the individual is the primary political unit, believes in property rights, and are generally distrustful of government by unaccountable agencies and government solutions to social problems. They view family and civil institutions, such as church, as needed checks on state power.

These people don’t think government should force a business to provide employee birth control or think law should coerce bakers to make cakes against their conscience. They think the solution to bad speech is more speech, and the solution to gun violence is more guns. These people talk about freedom—the method of individual decisions. (The counterexample might be gay marriage but that is a positive right—“give me something”—instead of a negative right—“leave me alone.”)

The left believes the opposite. They distrust the excesses and inequality capitalism produces. They give primacy to group rights and identity. They believe factors like race, ethnicity, and sex compose the primary political unit. They don’t believe in strong property rights.

They believe it is the government’s responsibility to solve social problems. They call for public intervention to “equalize” disparities and render our social fabric more inclusive (as they define it). They believe the free market has failed to solve issues like campaign finance, income inequality, minimum wage, access to health care, and righting past injustices. These people talk about “democracy”—the method of collective decisions.

By these definitions, the Nazis were firmly on the left. National Socialism was a collectivist authoritarian movement run by “social justice warriors.” This brand of “justice” benefited only some based on immutable characteristics, which perfectly aligns with the modern brand. The Nazi ideal embraced identity politics based on the primacy of the people, or volk, and invoked state-based solutions for every possible problem. It was nation-based socialism—the nation being especially important to those who bled in the Great War.

But hey, you don’t have to take my word for it—or the above author’s, or even Hayek’s. You can get the skinny straight from the original horse’s mouth.

Yet the evidence the Nazis were leftists goes well beyond the views of this one scholar. Philosophically, Nazi doctrine fit well with the other strains of socialism ripping through Europe at the time. Hitler’s first “National Workers’ Party” meeting while he was still an Army corporal featured the speech “How and by What Means is Capitalism to be Eliminated?”

The Nazi charter published a year later and coauthored by Hitler is socialist in almost every aspect. It calls for “equality of rights for the German people”; the subjugation of the individual to the state; breaking of “rent slavery”; “confiscation of war profits”; the nationalization of industry; profit-sharing in heavy industry; large-scale social security; the “communalization of the great warehouses and their being leased at low costs to small firms”; the “free expropriation of land for the purpose of public utility”; the abolition of “materialistic” Roman Law; nationalizing education; nationalizing the army; state regulation of the press; and strong central power in the Reich. It was also racist and anti-immigrant.

Gee, the more things change, the more they really DO stay the same.

It wasn’t only theoretical. Hitler repeatedly praised Marx privately, stating he had “learned a great deal from Marxism.” The trouble with the Weimar Republic, he said, was that its politicians “had never even read Marx.” He also stated his differences with communists were that they were intellectual types passing out pamphlets, whereas “I have put into practice what these peddlers and pen pushers have timidly begun.”

It wasn’t just privately that Hitler’s fealty for Marx surfaced. In “Mein Kampf,” he states that without his racial insights National Socialism “would really do nothing more than compete with Marxism on its own ground.” Nor did Hitler eschew this sentiment once reaching power. As late as 1941, with the war in bloom, he stated “basically National Socialism and Marxism are the same” in a speech published by the Royal Institute of International Affairs.

Nazi propaganda minister and resident intellectual Joseph Goebbels wrote in his diary that the Nazis would install “real socialism” after Russia’s defeat in the East. And Hitler favorite Albert Speer, the Nazi armaments minister whose memoir became an international bestseller, wrote that Hitler viewed Joseph Stalin as a kindred spirit, ensuring his prisoner of war son received good treatment, and even talked of keeping Stalin in power in a puppet government after Germany’s eventual triumph. His views on Great Britain’s Winston Churchill and the United States’s Franklin Delano Roosevelt were decidedly less kind.

If, as has been said, the greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing us he didn’t exist, then it could equally be said that the greatest trick ever pulled by the devils of the Left was convincing the world that Naziism was somehow a Right-wing phenomenon. Although the pitiful handful of present-day Hitler wannabes might argue otherwise—I don’t know, I don’t care—it ain’t, and it never was.

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“When Presidential Character Once Mattered”

An uncharacteristically sarcastic blast from VDH.

Here’s why I did not vote for Franklin D. Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Dwight D. Eisenhower, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, and Ronald Reagan—despite their records.

1944: Sorry, I am not voting for a fourth term for Franklin D. Roosevelt. He’s a vindictive character and has brought disrepute into the White House. When he didn’t get his way, he pouted and tried to pack the Supreme Court. When critics went after him, he threatened them with targeted regulations and taxes to silence them. He signed the order putting Japanese-Americans in internment camps—another one of his “executive orders” that he so often has abused.

Then there are those rumors. Have we ever had a president who used his own daughter as a conduit to conduct an affair while in the White House? And who knows what Eleanor was doing at the time? Why hide the truth about his health? Anybody who sees or hears the president, knows his army of conspiratorial aides are lying about his ailments as they always do. We’ve known all along that he was paralyzed—and not simply partially disabled, when his braces and aides staged his standing up to make us believe he could almost walk.

The president is now wasting away. Rumors are that his blood pressure is dangerously high and won’t go down. It’s Woodrow Wilson all over again, when they lied that his stroke was never serious, even as the guy was near comatose as his wife ran the country. FDR’s advisors know that he won’t make it six months if elected a fourth time. (What president before has even run for a third term?) They are hiding that fact to make sure the Democrats keep control of the presidency once he dies in office. There should be a constitutional amendment or something to remove an incapacitated president.

I cannot vote for a candidate who flat out deceives the American people. Character is destiny, and without it policy means nothing. Storming Normandy was a brilliant success, but it should not come at cost of endorsing an adulterous president. Even if FDR is leading us to global victory, his record is stained by his mendacity.

1951: If Harry Truman runs again for a second full-term—that would make almost another 12 years of one-party governance—I would not vote for him.

Why? Try his character. Truman entered the Senate from the corrupt Kansas City political machine. For good reason, he was branded “the Senator from Pendergast.” Truman has never disavowed those mob machine ties—and never been investigated for his part in mainstreaming Missouri’s endemic corruption. The guy failed in almost every business endeavor he tried until Tom Pendergast found a job for him. As president, he’s been both petty and profane, using salty language and stooping so low as president to threaten bodily harm to a critic of his daughter’s singing career.  He drank with cronies and wasted precious time playing poker. Truman couldn’t even make it through a semester in business college—and it showed.

The bull-headed, go-it-alone grifter Truman has never listened to his far better experienced and educated advisors. He knew nothing of the Manhattan Project but soon just dropped two atomic bombs on Japan without a scintilla of doubt. Sober and judicious pros in the State Department like Alger Hiss warned him of ginning up a Cold War and adopting a polarizing “containment” policy against our former wartime ally Joseph Stalin. Truman ignored him. And who exactly lost China?

Again, Truman never listened to expert diplomats and generals, who also advised against sending troops into the Korean quagmire, or recognizing Israel, or integrating the armed forces, or establishing the CIA, or firing hero General Douglas MacArthur, and on and on. Just a bully whose motto really wasn’t “the buck stops here” but “my way or the highway.” I suppose he did a few good things, but they’re canceled out by his uncouth and unpresidential comportment.

1956: I just cannot vote to reelect Dwight Eisenhower—even if that gives us left-wing Adlai Stevenson. We never really have addressed Ike’s character flaws. While he was supreme commander of our forces in Western Europe he seems to have conducted a veritable affair with his chauffeur Kay Summersby, whose fiancé was killed on the front lines. She even visited the country for months when Ike was thinking of running for president—to his embarrassment. For me, Ike’s dalliance cancels out D-Day and all that.

When Ike wrote his best-selling memoir, he concocted a ploy to declare his huge royalties as capital gains, not income—to avoid the sort of taxes we all pay. Even salty Truman didn’t do that.

When icon George Marshall was attacked by the McCarthy crazies, the trimmer Ike kept silent—with his finger in the air to measure the political winds. So, he let his former boss and patron be slandered.

Ike ran against Truman’s war, but when he got elected, he more or less did the same thing as Truman. Not a lot of character there. Which is more important, being right about the go-ahead order for the June 6 invasion or being wrong in cheating on your wife?

I think the better strategy for 1956 is “NeverEisenhower,” and just hope Stevenson wins. That way, the Democrats will go so hard left-wing that they will turn off the country. Their extremism will allow us time to rebuild the Republican Party and get ready for 1960 with known establishmentarians and good party men like Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr.—or at least a guy who has held one office before thinking he could become president.

Heh. I see what you did there, Hanson, you wily old Nazi, you.

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Unmasked!

The truth about Titiana.

Last April, I decided to set up a satirical account on Twitter under the guise of radical intersectionalist poet Titania McGrath. She’s a po-faced young activist who, in spite of her immense privilege, is convinced that she is oppressed. She’s not a direct parody of an existing individual, but anyone who regularly reads opinion columns in the Guardian will be familiar with the type. Given that such individuals are seemingly impervious to reason, and would rather cry ‘bigot’ than engage in serious debate, satire seemed to be the only option.

The obsession with victimhood from predominantly bourgeois political commentators is something I have always found inherently funny. It’s a phenomenon that has been amplified to a great extent by social media. This extremely vocal minority of activists enjoy pontificating to the masses from their online lectern, berating those who fall short of their moral expectations, and endlessly trawling through old tweets in the hope of discovering a misjudged phrase or sentiment that could justify a campaign of public shaming. In their eyes, there is no possibility of redemption. The most vicious remarks you’ll find on social media come from the racist far right and woke intersectionalists. They are two heads of the same chimera.

That last is the first of several dubious assertions in the article; this one I won’t address, having no experience myself with any “racist far right” social-media commentary.

American physicist Steven Weinberg famously remarked that ‘with or without religion, good people can behave well and bad people can do evil; but for good people to do evil – that takes religion’. It makes sense, then, to think of the social-justice movement as a kind of cult. Its members are generally decent people with good intentions. They have an unshakeable certainty that their worldview is correct. They feel the need to proselytise and convert as many of the fallen as possible. And even though they are capable of the most horrendous dehumanising behaviour, they think they are the good guys.

Wrong. “Decent people with good intentions” don’t indulge in “unshakeable certainty that their worldview is correct”; they try to nurture in themselves a modicum of humility, tolerance, and broad-mindedness instead. Nor do they propose to coerce people who don’t share their views into either converting or submitting. They don’t work to instate their dominance by force of law, at the muzzle of the government gun, or denounce all who disagree in the vilest, most threatening terms. They damned sure don’t menace dissenters with direct threats of violence and murder; terrorize their enemies’ spouses and children in their very homes by kicking in their door at 2 AM, or disrupt their lives with screaming, days-long protests on their lawns and porches; contact their employers hoping to wreck their livelihoods; or physically gang-assault them with bike locks and/or other weapons, then run away like the cowards that they are.

The Woke admittedly are delusional enough to believe they are the good guys. But they are very much the opposite—and that definitionally precludes them from being “decent people,” or anything even close.

The problem is compounded because identitarians on both the right and the left typically believe themselves to be the underdogs, and are fuelled by a sense of grievance. In spite of the fact that we have a right-wing government,

Uh huh. Right.

we should be in no doubt that woke politics is culturally dominant. I have previously argued that the notion of political correctness – a broadly agreed social contract that recognises that overt racism, sexism and homophobia are uncivil – is a laudable concept.

Which concept was commonplace among truly decent people long before the term “woke” came along.

Woke ideology has little to do with political correctness.

Sorry, wrong again. Woke ideology has way more than just “little” to do with PC. It’s an extension of it, political correctness spun out to its logical conclusion—the distilled, uncut form of it. The Pure and Blushful Hippocrene, one might say.

But enough picking on the guy. Doyle’s Titiana creation was as timely as it was brilliant, a perfectly conceived and executed trolling. He dropped a barbed hook into some truliy fetid waters, and my hat is off to him for throwing that line out there.

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