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English teen converts to Pisslam, embraces jihad, predictable shitshow ensues.
The whole story might have been another establishment media attempt to reassure Britons who are jittery about their country’s present and downright fearful about its future. Everything is going to be all right, you see; Islam is certainly different to what we are used to, but it makes people sober, upright, and godly, and who could possibly object to that? All shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well, if only the “far right” would stop its endless agitating.
But that’s not exactly what the story is about.
Instead, it seems that this new Muslim now stands “accused of having a suicide vest and of supporting Islamic State (IS).” The pious young man has been “charged with stockpiling weapons, explosives and a suicide vest at his family home.” Even that is not all. He is “also accused of supporting IS and is suspected of sharing its propaganda on terrorist attacks as well as footage of battlefield explosions and killings.” He is even “said to have had swords in his possession as well as homemade explosives.”
Imagine what his parents must be thinking at this point. But even worse, imagine what they were thinking when he converted to Islam. Their reaction, as well as that of his teachers, was almost certainly supportive and positive. They likely knew enough not to be “Islamophobic.” For twenty-five years or more, they’ve been told that Islam is a religion of peace that is completely and entirely benign in all of its aspects, and that only very bad people suggest otherwise. And so they would never have dreamed of even coming close to trying to convince this young man to reconsider his decision to convert. That would have been “bigoted.” And so now they’re looking at visiting him in prison at least for the next few years.
Yet despite the fact that this is an all too common story, hardly anyone ever asks the key question: What is it about converts to Islam? This boy, and many others like him, converted to Islam and instead of becoming a peaceful adherent of the vaunted religion of peace, became a jihad terrorist. Why did he do that? Why didn’t the local imam and his new friends at the mosque prevent that from misunderstanding his new, supposedly peaceful faith? Why do so many converts to Islam become terrorists, while so few converts to Christianity do so, if any become terrorists at all?
Because terrorism is in the core DNA of that grotesque pseudo-religion, that’s why. It’s inscribed, in so many words, throughout the pages of their horrid little hate-n-murder tome, the Koran (spit), the Sura and Hadiths as well. Every devout Moslem considers jihad against the infidel to be not just some distant, outmoded conceptual ideal but a concrete, inescapable duty, an Earthly obligation which absolutely MUST be fulfilled before the Moslem will be allowed to enter Paradise. To flinch, shirk, or in any way try to evade this sacred duty is anathema to the Faithful, period fucking DOT. This being so, then—and it is—how can any sensible person dare to profess surprise when yet another Western convert (usually an emotionally troubled, maladjusted young male) blows himself up in a public square or crowded restaurant; drives a rented truck onto a jam-packed sidewalk and through the unsuspecting crowd; or guns down a dozen innocents from a makeshift sniper hide using a scoped, big-bore rifle?
BOTTOM LINE, then: Jihad is what Pisslam IS; it’s what its warped adherents DO. Trying to separate the one from the other is a mug’s game, a totally bootless waste of time and effort. The simple fact is that Pisslam and terrorist slaughter—which Muzzrats are pleased to dignify via use of the weasel-word jihad (which, as we have been scolded a blue million times, in truth signifies not physical combat and conquest but an intellectual/spiritual quest for enlightenment and self-improvement; oh, and lest we forget, the very word “Islam” itself translates as “peace,” y’know)—are completely and irrevocably indivisible; to the devout Moslem, they go together like beans and cornbread, thus neither can nor should be separated. None but a purblind fool would even think of deluding himself to the contrary, not ever.
To so much as idly daydream about the obvious impossibility of severing Pisslam from its jihadi central pillar would be to render oneself an outcast. To actually attempt it would be a foul profanation, a direct and knowing insult to Allah the Merciful, All-Knowing and All-Powerful so outré as to reduce the mightiest, most dauntless of warriors to stark, terror-stricken paralysis.
Spencer knows all this as well as anybody, of course; having intensively studied the blood-soaked history, atavistic credos, and hidebound primitivism of the toxic Moslem mind-virus for lo, these many years, I’d bet he knows a hell of a lot better than most, in fact. Certainly, he has a far more comprehensive understanding of the marble-hard, decidedly unpleasant realities confronting civilized populations than any of the mincing, effete pantywaists in charge of ineffectual governments across the dying West could manage. His closing lines, bleak as they are, say it all:
Can I guarantee that you’ll never see another article from me in which I ask questions such as those in the preceding paragraph? I wish I could. But the denial is near-total. The convert terrorists will keep coming.
They’ll do just that, unfortunately, until enough Western “infidels” rediscover their guts, their self-respect, and their will to by-God fight in defense of their lives, their liberty, their homes, and what you might call their tribe—assuming We Duh Peepul still retain sufficient testicular fortitude to prove equal to so formidable a challenge.
Won’t BE none. Schlichter reminds ‘em:
Guess your bitch asses should not have started a fight. https://t.co/4ltEGFSkuo
— Kurt Schlichter (@KurtSchlichter)
Cry me a fucking river, tough guy. I repeat: if Israel really wanted to genocide your worthless proto-Neanderthal asses, every last one of you would’ve been wiped out long ago.
Thy name is “shitlib.”
I hate to break it to you, but everyone is “problematic.” Human beings are flawed. If they weren’t, literature and art would not exist. You’ve been duped by an ideology that will happily rob you of all joy and complexity in life and art. https://t.co/kLY3CGmnMo
— Joseph Massey (@jmasseypoet)
DT piles on:
Imagine the hours of fun. All that tutting and disapproval.
Yeppers…and the weeping, and the wailing, and the gnashing of teeth too. But then, as with their Mooselimb allies of convenience, that’s the only kind of “fun” Leftards truly grok.
Of all people, Big John “Lumpy” Fetterman, and my cap is duly and humbly doffed to him for his honesty, forthrightness, and stark bravery.
Fetterman calls NYC protesters ‘pro-Hezbollah/Hamas,’ puts own Democratic Party on blast
Sen. John Fetterman, D-Pa., described protesters who demonstrated in New York City on Tuesday as “Pro-Hezbollah / Hamas s[—]heads,” and indicated that the Democratic Party should speak out against them.“Mob of Pro-Hezbollah / Hamas s[—]heads raging against law enforcement and terrorizing the NYC Jewish community near a synagogue and day care,” Fetterman wrote in a Wednesday post on X.
“Where’s my party’s condemnation?”
Where indeed, John. Free advice: don’t be holding your breath waiting on it.
(Via Ace)
Re the death earlier this week of David Allan Coe, a Fakeberg friend of mine posted this and I just had to swipe it.
As someone else said in the comments over at FB, you see this photo and you just KNOW some crazy shit’s getting ready to start. Heh. Indeed.
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The Pope of Woke.
Pope Leo’s pick to be bishop of West Virginia is a formerly undocumented immigrant who was smuggled into the U.S. in a car trunk.
Bishop Evelio Menjivar-Ayala has called for Catholics to speak out against President Trump’s treatment of immigrants. https://t.co/mbCbdug0Fk
— The Washington Post (@washingtonpost)
A response strong enough to make a Pope blush, had he even the tiniest smidgeon of fucking sense.
This was not a dreamer. Evelio originally came here from El Salvador illegally as a grown man in 1990. He had already been deported at least once before. Soon after his arrival, he was granted TPS because of the civil war back home. Eventually learned English and became a US citizen in 2006. His is a sympathetic case from a bygone era when most of America thought we could look the other way at such things given the
But we are not now in that era.
Our national debt is now over 1,000% higher than it was when Evelio first arrived. Illegal immigration has swelled over 300%. Whole industries have replaced the American-born family man with illegal aliens. The amount of school children who only speak Spanish has doubled since 1990. The median age of a first time home buyer in 1990 was 28-30, while today it is 41. It was twice as likely a 30-year old man would be married with children in 1990 compared to now.
Barely 2% of West Virginia is Hispanic. Barely 1% of the state speaks Spanish. This is a purely political appointment by a woke pope trying to shoehorn his open borders agenda into a state Trump has won by 40 points three times. There’s nothing prophetic here, but it’s all shamefully political. An open borders agenda the pope himself isn’t forced to abide by, because Vatican City has strict enforcement policies and walls. This is like if MSNBC picked offices in the church, all the while never allowing the illegals in Martha’s Vineyard where their primetime hosts spend their summers.
overall prosperous state of things.
I dunno, seems kind of petty and churlish for someone at the head of Saint Peter’s Holy Catholic Church.
In a pig’s eye.
You can literally smoke crack, get caught in an FBI sting, go to prison, commit tax fraud, be a stalker, make racist remarks, and turn your city into a crime-infested hellhole, and Democrats *will still* build a statue of you. https://t.co/Ufv039c5Fh
— Bonchie (@bonchieredstate) April 24, 2026
The Ivanpah Solar Power Plant, a sprawling 3,500–acre facility in the Mojave Desert near the California–Nevada border, was built with federal support during the stimulus push under Barack Obama’s first administration. The power plant was meant to help revive the American economy after the 2008 financial crisis, while also expanding renewable energy. It features about 350,000 computer-controlled mirrors to go alongside three imposing 459-foot towers. The sun’s power heats water in the towers’ boilers and makes steam, which then creates electricity. Between $730 million and $780 million of a $1.6 billion government–backed loan tied to the project remained unpaid, according to federal data cited by Fox News Digital. The US Treasury also provided a $539 million grant for the project, which covered roughly 30 percent of construction costs. The only thing it has done successfully since it’s inception is to fry birds in flight. Some estimates say at least 6,000 birds per year have met their demise in the magnified sunlight frying pan. Well played, treehuggers…
Know what’s REALLY sad here? That I can’t honestly say that this jug-eared, slope-shouldered chowderhead—Ogabe, in other words—was the worst President this country ever had.
What fargin’ idjit put the fargin’ inmates in charge of the fargin’ asyum in the first fargin’ place, prithee tell?
Vermont pays $566K in damages, legal fees to Christian school it banned from all sports competitions for years
A settlement agreement following mediation was finalized Tuesday after the school was barred from athletics and academic competitions for two yearsFIRST ON FOX: State education agencies in Vermont have paid over $566,000 in damages and legal fees to a Christian school that was banned from all sports and academic competitions for two years after its girls’ basketball team refused to compete against a trans athlete in 2023.
A settlement agreement following mediation was finalized on Tuesday that awarded the plaintiffs, including the Mid Vermont Christian School and its law firm Alliance Defending Freedom (ADF), the $566,000.
Fox News Digital reached out to the Vermont Principals’ Association and the Vermont State Board of Education for a response.
The settlement comes after a years-long saga in which all the school’s sports teams, and even its academic teams, like spelling bee and mathletes, had to travel out of state to compete against other schools.
The academics-team ban sorta gives the underlying intention here away as being punitive, as opposed to reformatory or remedial. Also petty, spiteful, childish, and sooooo cheap.
But yeah, let’s just give shitlib-run states total control over, basically, EVERYFUCKINGTHING: activities,; interpersonal relationships; interests and avocations; entertainment choices; diets; careers; health care; family life; crime & punishment; you name it. Hey, what could go wrong, amIright?
The conflict dates back to an afternoon early in the 2023 school year at Mid Vermont Christian, when the school decided to forfeit a girls’ basketball postseason game against a team with a trans athlete.
Their Christian faith was more important to them than a game. But it was still a hard call, and it brought some tears.
“We were all in agreement that the right decision was to not compromise our beliefs and to withdraw, but the conversation with the players was the hardest,” Mid Vermont Christian girls’ basketball coach Chris Goodwin told Fox News Digital.
“Because you play a 20-game season, and you put in the work and the expectation is that you enter the postseason tournament with a shot to see how you’re going to do and to see how far you can get. So there were some teary eyes, and some sad faces, but in the end, they all really did understand that it was the right thing to do.”
Of course it was. For the state government, the local city council, the school board, and essentially every relevant authority to flout the will of We The People by…
…civil authority at every level breaks faith, both implicitly and explicitly, with those they (mis)rule. I daresay our Founding Fathers would have wasted not an instant quibbling amongst themselves over what the response to such a heinous breach of trust and honor ought to be. Not only would they have known right away what needed to be done, they’d have gone right ahead and done it, too.
IMHO, the State of Vermont let itself off pretty light with that relatively measly half-mill payout to the hapless peasantry it ran roughshod over. On the other hand, though, the schooling those innocent victims of Vermont’s PC tyranny just received in whether, and how far, their government Lords ’n’ Masters should be trusted is not something they’re likely to forget very soon…or at all, actually.
Admittedly, I would much prefer that all Ladies’ restrooms in Vermont’s legislature building be converted to Unisex with immediate effect, so that those exalted Vermont State Congressdames might enjoy the selfsame privilege they callously foisted upon young female athletes: that of having mentally-unbalanced Manwomen running around waving their goobs at ‘em each and every time they hit the powder room to “freshen up.”
What, you didn’t think all those statues, plaques, and memorials being torn down, defiled, and/or otherwise destroyed the last several years was mere coinkydink, did ya?
Best think again, sport.
Upon the Soviet Union’s dismissal of 146 historians from Czech universities, Milan Hübl, among those dismissed, is said to have observed, “The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory.” Hübl went on to predict that after a “new history” takes the place of the old “the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.” Such sentiment echoed a similar southern fear during and after the American Civil War. Confederate General Patrick Cleburne declared that, “Surrender means that the history of this heroic struggle will be written by the enemy; that our youth will be trained by northern school teachers; will learn from northern school books their version of the War; will be impressed by all the influences of history and education to regard our gallant dead as traitors, and our maimed veterans as fit subjects for derision.” To Cleburne, along with many other southern patriots, such an outcome was unacceptable. When the cannons fell silent in 1865, the pen became the only weapon the South had left, and many wielded it masterfully.
Smart fella, was ol’ Pat Cleburn. Tough, brave, pugnacious, valiant—he wasn’t known as “the Stonewall of the West” for nothin’, you know.
The above is the opening ‘graph of the deep dive to end all deep dives, one that’s sure to fascinate any Civil War 1.0 buff such as myself to no end. Be warned: it’s a long ‘un, and you’re gonna want to take it all down in one go, lest by leaving and then coming back to it later you lose the essential thread of the piece. Highly, HIGHLY recommended.
Something to read while loading mags.
Now is a good time to familiarize yourself with the prelude to the Spanish Civil War
Because if the right doesn’t learn that particular lesson of history very quickly we’re about to repeat it https://t.co/5BjEVJbx3C
— Auron MacIntyre (@AuronMacintyre)
Indeed. Another timely reminder:
— Libs Hate Us (@LibsHateUs)
Get wise or get beat down.
Our intellectual and academic culture is dangerously creating violent pro-assassination rhetoric that is creating this cultish desire to kill President Trump. It is not only dangerous to the United States but also the Democrat Party that offers itself as the primary point of peaceful opposition to President Trump. Revered Democrat strategist James Carville recently commended his own ‘trump derangement syndrome,’: “I hate the motherf—–. And you know what? I don’t want to get rid of it [TDS]. I don’t want to get better. I want to get worse. I want to hate him more.” “I pray to God in heaven, God, reign the righteous reign of Trump Derangement Syndrome on me,” he continued. “Pray for me, Lord. I’m your vessel on this earth. Pray for the people that listen to this. We want more. We want to hate the son of a b—- so much that we can’t see straight.” Carville’s incendiary rhetoric is not unrelated to the manifesto of the most recent shooter: “I am no longer willing to permit a pedophile, rapist, and traitor to coat my hands with his crimes.” Those salacious allegations are common internet talking points for individuals continually challenging one another to ‘do something about Trump.’ The burning of Democrat Josh Shapiro’s home in Pennsylvania is one of a multitude of violent acts instigated by a growing approval of anti-Republican rhetoric that consumes even Democrat idealists. The time is now for American and global society to embrace debate and reason. That requires public outcry about these calls for assassination.
Sorry to have to break the news and all, but that “public outcry” bushwa just ain’t gonna cut it. Gonna need some much stronger medicine to cure what ails Amerika v2.0, I’m afraid.
The perfect country song.
BACKSTORY: At NYC’s great old dive-bar, the Village Idiot (the original on 1st Ave, that would be, not the later incarnation over on W 14th), whenever the above tune came on the jukebox, whoever was tending bar would crank it waaaay up, every fist in the joint would be raised high in the air in gleeful defiance of…whatever, and every hoarse, cracked, alcohol-dehydrated voice would sing along with every last syllable. I tells ya, it was some of the most fun I ever did have in my life.
My old roomie Lisa bartended at the Idiot on Wednesday afternoons, and most of those days she’d call me at home around 5 or so demanding that I get down there right away because she was lonely and bored to tears by then. Afternoons tended to be kinda dull at the Idiot; the place didn’t really start to approach escape velocity until around ten or so, see.
Which request for company I was always quite happy to oblige. This reminiscence might convey some of the cheap-beer-sodden ambience of that truly magical place.
THE VILLAGE IDIOT
When I was 19 years old, I got a job working at a bar on the Lower East Side in New York City. You would’ve thought I had gotten into Harvard by how happy I was. The place, The Village Idiot, was a popular hole in the wall on 1st Avenue and 10th Street – far from Harvard.The owner, Tommy, was a giant Irish guy with an afro. Tommy was from Queens, and his success came from the authenticity of the bar he opened. Everyone loved him and his bar. There was nothing self-conscious about The Village Idiot, or Tommy, for that matter. He was a generous, kind man who loved to party and everybody loved him for it.
So that was Tommy – he was the brand and the bar was his product. Just like any great product, it was honest. It was honest because it was exactly the kind of place Tommy would have hung out had he not opened it himself. It was not a concept, and the people that came there intuitively knew that, so they came back, and they always brought a friend.
The Idiot, as it was lovingly referred to, was a narrow, dank “box car,” but not as big. There was a juke box up front that was on from the moment we opened at 10:00 am until the time we closed – sometimes 4:00 am, sometimes 2:00 am. This was dependent on how drunk Tommy got that night. One of his “tells” was if he came in licking his lips, hide the money. If his lips were dry, you were probably going to be okay.
The juke box was stocked with a collection of country music that was vast, impressive, and perfect. “The Box” had to be full blast at all times. Tommy lived above the bar – and he would call down, “Turn the box up! I can’t hear it.” We sold Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can for a dollar, and Tommy would occasionally bite the middle out of a can of beer to thrill his patrons if things seemed a little slow.
All of the bartenders were women, and were encouraged to drink with the customers. I started making fake pitchers of kamikaze shots because I would get so drunk I couldn’t do my job. Literally – I could not function. I’d pour you a real shot and I’d drink watered down kamikaze mix. No one ever caught me or cared. We were not allowed to wear hats behind the bar because Tommy said that was bad luck.
Another thing I well remember about the Idiot was something the girls working behind the stick called “the Idiot Virgin Ceremony,” a privilege reserved for those lucky souls who were experiencing their very first trip to the seedy, smelly little joint.
See, the unsuspecting newb was required to sit on a barstool with his back to the bar, bending his torso far enough back so that his head rested atop the bar. The on-duty bartendress would then tuck a rolled-up towel around the victim’s neck below his chin to cope with any potential overspill, grab a fifth of bourbon and one of tequila, clamber up onto the bar, straddle the victim’s head, squat down, and turn up both bottles into the guy’s mouth, inevitably splashing raw booze all over said victim’s face, neck, head, and shoulders. The vic had been sternly instructed beforehand that he was NOT to raise his head off the bar, scream for rescue, or in any way refuse the “service” he was being provided as an Idiot Virgin, on pain of punishment most dire.
I learned about the IVC when my friend Joe came up to visit from North Cackalacky, and Lisa did it to him. They ended up falling in love L-U-V, whereupon she moved out of our cramped shithole on Ave B and down to NC and in with him, staying together for several years before the formerly happy couple blew apart like an A-bomb.
God DAMN but I love this guy.
🔥 Pete Hegseth is ON FIRE today
“The mantra you would hear dripping from the lips of generals, with a serious look on their face was, 'our diversity is our strength.’
Which is the SINGLE DUMBEST phrase in military HISTORY.
Of course, our diversity is NOT our strength. Our… pic.twitter.com/e4sejAPPgh
— Nick Sortor (@nicksortor) April 30, 2026
(Via Ed Driscoll)
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