Alternative History

Battle of the Bulge

Posted on April 18, 2026 by Mike Leave a comment

Sample ‘graphs from what may just be the best, most gripping account of George Patton’s fabled three-division offensive intended to relieve the beleaguered, semi-frozen 101st Airborne at Bastogne (a “relief” which the dogfaces of the 101st swore forever after was NOT needed) you’re ever gonna see:

You wake up to a frost-laced window and the sound of a four-star general whistling in the hallway. You swing your feet onto an icy plank floor and feel the cold bite up through your wool socks. Your breath rises in white plumes above the narrow iron cot. Outside the cracked window a sentry’s boots crunch on frozen gravel and somewhere a field telephone rings twice and cuts off. You strike a match for the paraffin lamp, splash yesterday’s basin water on your face, and scrape a safety razor across two days of stubble. The mirror shows the hollow eyes of a man who has slept four hours. From the hallway you hear the Old Man still whistling, already dressed, already ahead of you.

You sit across from General Patton as an orderly pours black coffee into thick white china. Powdered eggs, bacon, and a slice of stale bread sit on your plate. The General is already on his second cup and tapping a pencil against a folded situation map. He does not small-talk. He tells you the Germans are running out of gas and will be stopped, and that by noon you will both be in Verdun standing in front of Ike. He says it like a weather report. You notice the ivory grip of his revolver is already at his hip, even at breakfast.

Read it all, gang, I promise you won’t be sorry you did. EXCELLENT job, Doug.

Remembering another Lost Cause

Posted on April 11, 2026April 11, 2026 by Mike 2 Comments

The moment it all started to go badly, badly wrong for the Founders’ America.

The Guns Fell Silent at Appomattox, and the Reconciliation Began
Early morning, Palm Sunday, April 9, 1865: The rebel yell of the ragged, half-starved Army of Northern Virginia rang out for the last time. Sheridan’s Union cavalry had swung around Appomattox Court House to the southwest and captured the trains carrying the food and supplies Lee so desperately needed, but it was, after all, just cavalry, and if the Confederates could break through them, recapture the supplies, and then head south to link up with Johnston’s Army, the cause might still survive.

Over the cavalry, the Rebels prevailed, but as the Union troopers withdrew and they crested the ridge, they could see solid lines of Union infantry arriving in the distance beyond them. The trap was closed.

Two days before, Lee had received the following letter:

General R.E. Lee

Commanding C.S.A.

The results of last week must convince you of the hopelessness of further resistance on the part of the Army of Northern Virginia in this struggle. I feel that it is so, and regard it as my duty to shift from myself the responsibility of any further effusion of blood, by asking of you the surrender of that portion of the Confederate States army known as the Army of Northern Virginia.

U.S. Grant

Lieut. General

Lee responded by asking what the conditions would be, to which Grant replied that “…the men and officers surrendered shall be disqualified for taking up arms again against the Government of United States until properly exchanged.”

Lee replied that he would be willing to meet, not to surrender, but merely to discuss the overall terms of peace with the Confederacy. Grant, suffering from a severe migraine, simply replied that he had no authority for such a discussion, saying to an aide through the pain, “It looks as if Lee still means to fight.”

Now that the trap was closed, Lee faced the inevitable: “There is nothing left for me to do but to go and see General Grant. I would rather die a thousand deaths.”

He asked his old “warhorse,” Gen. James “Petey” Longstreet, if Grant’s terms would be harsh, but “Petey” had been an old friend of Grant back in their West Point days, and told Lee he thought not.

Upon receiving Lee’s request for an interview to ascertain the details of surrender, Grant’s headache instantly vanished. A cease-fire was arranged so the two could meet, and at last the guns fell silent. A stately farmhouse owned by Wilmer McLean was selected. Ironically, he had moved out to Appomattox to get away from the war, since one of the first cannon shots at Bull Run had gone through his living room. Grant and his officers arrived half an hour after Lee. Grant wore a private’s blouse with nothing to distinguish his status but the three star epaulettes. His boots and pants were muddy, since he was fresh from reconnoitering his lines. Lee, on the other hand, was resplendent in his dress uniform, with sash and bejeweled sword.

After handshakes and small talk, it was Lee who politely suggested they get to the matter and asked Grant to write out the terms so that they may be formally accepted. Grant began to write the draft, which read in pertinent part: “The officers to give their individual paroles not to take up arms until properly exchanged, and each company or regimental commander sign a like parole for the men of their commands. The arms, artillery and public property to be parked and stacked, and turned over to the officer appointed by me to receive them…”

Then Grant eyed the bejeweled sword Lee had by his side, evidently brought to perform the humiliating act of handing it over to the victor, and continued to write, “This will not embrace the side-arms of the officers, nor their private horses and baggage. This done, each officer and man will be allowed to return to their homes, not to be disturbed by the United States authority so long as they observe their paroles and the laws in force where they may reside.”

That was it – ALL of it. Stack arms and colors, swear parole, and go home. Full amnesty.

Lee was nothing short of astonished at the unanticipated magnanimity and even personal warmth Grant extended towards himself and his ragged, weary boys that day, as would many others be in the years to come. Rightly so, I think; Grant’s tacit refusal to rub Lee’s and his vanquished army’s noses in the bitter dregs of their grinding, agonizing defeat and treat the Confederates not as a despised enemy but with respect, humility, and restraint was a brilliant first step towards binding up a national wound that could easily have proved fatal in the years following the Appomattox agreement—this, after so assiduously building for himself a reputation as perhaps the hardest of hard-war men.

In fact, Grant went from there to be roundly vilified in certain Northern quarters as either soft-hearted or soft-headed, or maybe a bit of both, for declining to harshly punish the Army of Northern Virginia and its general officer corps for their purported “treason.” “Treason,” the fire-eaters of the North snarled, even though never at any point had the Southern Confederacy evinced any ambition to overthrow the Federal government, wishing only to depart from the Union in peace and be let alone.

Which, of course, is why some of us unreconstructed Southrons still insist on referring to it as the War of Northern Aggression to this very day.

I’ve always considered Wilmer McClean’s unsuccessful attempt to remove himself from the immediate physical exigencies of war by fleeing his ancestral farm in Manassas (called Yorkshire Plantation, being used at that time by Gen Pierre Gustave Toutant-Beauregard as his HQ) and heading further South for what he fervently hoped would be quieter, less turbulent digs near Appomattox Court House to be one of the most bizarre, intriguing, and poignant episodes to emerge from a historical cataclysm that produced a plenitude of such tales. It’s one of the many, many reasons I’ve always found Civil War history such an absorbing subject, and have read basically any and everything on it I could get my hands on since I was, oh, about 13 or so.

And as far as THAT goes, if you’re a proud son of the South and haven’t read anything by the incredible Shelby Foote yet…honeychile, what on Earth are you waiting for, anyhoo?

The final, fatal plunge

Posted on March 23, 2026 by Mike

T’uqr takes the last step, goes full Nazi.

Tucker Carlson calls pro-Hitler Oswald Mosley one of Britain’s ‘great war heroes’
Mosley’s only crime, Carlson claimed, was being the leader of the ‘opposition party’ to Churchill

Controversial US podcaster Tucker Carlson has described Oswald Mosley, the pro-Hitler leader of Britain’s short-lived fascist party during the Second World War, as one of the country’s “great war heroes”.

Carlson further claimed this week that Mosley’s “only crime was being the opposition” to Winston Churchill, and that was why he was arrested.

Churchill, according to Carlson, was a person we are “required to deify”, but in fact was a figure who “presided over the imprisonment of his opposition party during the entire length of the war, and their families, and their wives.”

About Mosley and his party, he continued: “Their crime was being the opposition party and being disloyal and unpatriotic, they weren’t.”

Speaking in a video interspersed with images of Mosley doing fascist salutes, Carlson said: “The opposition party was led by a First World War war hero who fought not just as you know, a pilot in the sky but and in the trenches. [He was] one of the great war heroes, former member of parliament, the country ever produced. And he and his compatriots and their wives were interned without charges by Winston Churchill for the duration of the war.”

Mosley was not fact the then-leader of the opposition but founder of the British Union of Fascists (BUF), a minor party that never performed well in elections even at its height in the mid 1930s, and never won a seat in Parliament.

As per usual, T’uqr gets his timelines all jumbled up, commits several patent errors of fact without offering to correct himself, and just generally stomps around beclowning himself in most spectacular fashion.

Mosley was a hapless fascist boob; Churchill was a masterful orator, a bit too much the political animal for my tastes, but ultimately and incontrovertibly (however strenuously the Crackpot Right might wish it were otherwise) a great wartime Prime Minister who held Britain together and saw the England he so deeply loved through its darkest, most desperate hours.

As for T’uqr, he badly needs to do himself a YUUUUGE favor and just keep his mouth shut.

Stealth Jihad

Posted on March 23, 2026 by Mike

We’ve all marveled at the unlikely alliance of convenience between Western Leftards and the dark-age forces of Pisslam. Well, it was no accident.

The memorandum gave detailed methods for establishing Islam as a “civilization alternative” in the West and a “grand Jihad” for eliminating and destroying the Western civilization from within. It called for the ‘sabotaging’ of the west and its “miserable house” by domestic hands AND the hands of the believers so that the west is eliminated and “God’s religion is made victorious over all other religions.”

The plan explicitly referred to using western society’s own people, institutions, laws, and unwitting allies (progressive groups and NGOs, media, politicians, academics, or civil-rights organizations) to advance the Islamic agenda.

Tactics included infiltration of education, media, government, finance, and alliances with non-Islamic actors “when tactically beneficial” while maintaining ideological separation. This is also called “long-term settlement” (tamkeen); a form of demographic or cultural subversion rather than direct conquest. It is often mentioned in the paper as “the settlement mission”.

A related 1982 Muslim Brotherhood document (called “The Project”) outlines a 100-year global plan with similar elements: building parallel societies, exploiting Western freedoms, and forming pragmatic coalitions.

One problem the Muslims wrestled with was the need for foreign alliances and western “advocates” to make immigration and the integration of Islam into target countries more “official”. Twenty-five years ago, this was considered all but impossible in the US and in Europe. However, since around 2014, the Sharia fundamentalists found a willing and ready ally in the new “woke” left.

Today, the notion of even discussing the agenda of “Stealth Jihad” in a public venue in 2026 is labeled “racist” by progressive activists and left wing politicians (even though Islam is not a race). If you were to go back in time around 15 years ago and explain to people what is happening today in terms of third-world immigration, they would probably laugh in your face and call you a conspiracy theorist.

In 2026 in Europe the plan is nearly complete and in the US the plan is well underway. The change in how our society views Islam as an untouchable subject is largely due to a dark and convenient political alliance between the woke left and the Stealth Jihad.

Only recently has the problem of Muslim immigration risen to the forefront of media coverage, but only because of the work of citizen journalists like Nick Shirley who are exposing widespread fraud among migrants. The majority of this fraud, whether it is in Minnesota or California, is connected to Somali Muslim immigrants and is perpetrated with the help of leftist NGOs and politicians.

Coming from a country with an average IQ of 67, these people are not capable of instituting such a plan on their own. They had help and it is clear that Democrats are deeply involved in these operations, perhaps in exchange for financial kick-backs, but certainly in exchange for votes (Somali migrants in Minnesota voted 80% in favor of Democrats in 2024).

It’s not surprising, but there are a lot of similarities between progressives in the west and third world Islamic migrants from the east.

There are some very basic incompatibilities also—deep-seated differences that can never be reconciled without violence and bloodshed. Can’t wait till the one that requires homosexuals be executed by your choice of either A) throwing them off a cliff, or B) dropping a tall building on them kicks in. Gonna be some mighty chagrinned “liberals” weeping and moaning all over the damned place on that most frabjous of days, me slithey toves.

“War On Poverty” goes awry

Posted on March 16, 2026 by Mike

Brought to you by the man who famously (and correctly, alas) predicted, “I’ll have them niggers voting Democrat for the next 200 years.”

‘War on Poverty’ May Have Created a Permanent Underclass, Economists Say
America’s “War on Poverty,” launched by President Lyndon Johnson in 1964, has expanded into a vast array of federal social welfare programs that today exceed $1 trillion per year.

Upon signing the Economic Opportunity Act, Johnson stated: “This is not in any sense a cynical proposal to exploit the poor with a promise of a handout,” but rather a means to “help our people find their footing for a long climb toward a better way of life.”

While poverty has declined significantly over the past half-century, however, recent reports indicate that these programs simultaneously reduced the share of private income for America’s poorest, locking them into long-term dependency and limiting their ability to move up into the middle class.

Gee, who could possibly have seen THAT coming? As Ed reminds us, Reagan did, if no one else:

As President Reagan said in 1987, “In the sixties we waged a war on poverty, and poverty won.”

Looks like, yeah.

By George, I think he’s got it!

Posted on March 4, 2026March 4, 2026 by Mike

I just can NOT resist bringing this superb comment out to the front page.

SteveP says:
March 3, 2026 at 3:44 pm

People either don’t know, don’t remember, or don’t want to say, that the Iranian regime formally declared war on the US and Israel in 1979 shortly after the embassy takeover. They have committed countless acts of war in the decades since. The US has never acknowleged this war declaration but it still exists. Pursuant to the prosecution of this war, the president has the legal authority to do pretty much anything he wants.

Nailed it, clean and tight. Well done, Steve, old son.

SNEK!!!

Posted on February 28, 2026March 1, 2026 by Mike

According to Glenn, Trump just did it again.

Cutting Off the Head of the Snake
Or maybe the Gordian Knot

November 4, 1979 — almost 47 years ago — Iran seized the American embassy in Tehran and held its staff hostage. Ever since then, American presidents have struggled with what to do.

Jimmy Carter temporized for many months, even as ABC’s newly created Nightline — a nighttime news show created specially to cover the hostage crisis — opened every night with “America held hostage, day XXX.” His wife, First Lady Rosalynn Carter, finally prodded him to do something. The “something” turned out to be a shambolic rescue mission that ended in disaster.

President Reagan intimidated the mullahs a bit, but never seriously retaliated for the Beirut barracks bombing that killed over 200 Marines along with over a score of other service personnel. George H.W. Bush invaded Iraq but left the mullahs largely alone. Bill Clinton did nothing of substance. George W. Bush had a chance to bring the Iranians to heel after the conquest of Iraq, but inexplicably failed to press his advantage. Barack Obama was, basically, complicit in their nuclear program, to the point of famously sending them pallets of cash totaling over a billion dollars.

President Trump, on the other hand, killed General Soleimani and told other Iranian leaders that they could be next. And now they are next.

So what have we learned, and what’s likely to happen in the future?

Well, for one thing, we’ve learned that there is no atrocity so abominable, no adversary so bloodyminded and vicious, no act of war so blatant and brazen that the shitlib Left won’t leap in all a-frothing to scold the US about daring to react in any fashion more bellicose than rolling over, showing our (yellow) bellies, and pissing all over ourselves as we whimper piteously for mercy.

Additionally, we’ve learned that every attack launched by us Ugly Amerikkkan H8888rrzzs© in response to provocation, however dire, shall be decried as “unprovoked,” “disproportionate,” “dangerous,” and/or “destabilizing.”

In sum, then, we’ve learned that:

Amerikkka, come Hell or high water, is always and forever wrong
Amerikkka will always and forever be the bad guy, deserving of all blame no matter what; ie, we are the big, scary monster underneath every kid’s bed
The US should never be thought of as “the world’s policeman,” “the world’s breadbasket,” or “the defender of the Free World,” but rather as “the world’s whipping boy”
Likewise, the US is to be presumed guilty no matter what, in all situations and contexts
Words like “genocide,” “apartheid,” “greed,” and “oppressive” apply strictly and exclusively to the US alone, no one else

There. Not by any means comprehensive, mind, but enough to be going on with just the same. Taken for all in all, an addendum to Mike’s Iron Law #1,246 has been deemed necessary. “What’s likely to happen in the future?” More of the same, alas, for just as long as Real American Normals remain content to put up with this tired shit, and not a moment longer.

As time marches ever on, it begins to look as if it will take exterminating no fewer than half to two-thirds of them before the rest of the sewer rats get the message and back the fuck off, so emboldened have we allowed them to become.

Update! Too bad, so sad.

An Iranian news anchor broke down in tears on live television while reading the news of Ali Khamenei’s death. pic.twitter.com/5v7WpTBYr4

— Visegrád 24 (@visegrad24)

March 1, 2026

Cry me a river, Muzzrat swine. Happily, by assuming room temperature Khamenei has now become a good Ayatollah.

Updated update! France could use more Trump and a lot less Macron.

Cheese-Eating Surrender Monkeys Come Out for the Islamic Republic of Iran
After the U.S./Israeli strikes on the Islamic Republic of Iran began early Saturday morning, the far-left government of Canada offered tepid support for the strikes, while the government of Saudi Arabia, indignant after an Iranian strike against a U.S. base inside the kingdom, said that it would join in on striking Iran. So far, so good.

Emmanuel Macron’s France, however, had a markedly different reaction. Several hours after the strikes began, Macron wrote:

The outbreak of war between the United States, Israel, and Iran carries grave consequences for international peace and security.

Notice that he says nothing whatsoever about the yearning of the Iranian people for freedom after suffering 47 years of the Islamic regime’s bloodthirsty repression.

In this decisive moment, all measures are being taken to ensure the security of the national territory and that of our compatriots, as well as our interests in the Middle East.

France also stands ready to deploy the necessary resources to protect its closest partners at their request.

The ongoing escalation is dangerous for all. It must stop. The Iranian regime must understand that it no longer has any option but to engage in good-faith negotiations to end its nuclear and ballistic programs, as well as its actions of regional destabilization. This is absolutely essential to the security of all in the Middle East.

Macron here assumes that the Iranian Islamic regime will remain in power.

That’s because if it were up to his weak ass, it would—forever and ever, amen.

Nevertheless, he plows on:

The Iranian people must also be able to build their future freely. The massacres perpetrated by the Islamic regime disqualify it and require that the voice be given back to the people. The sooner, the better.

This is inconsistent, as he just called upon the Iranian regime to “engage in good-faith negotiations.” Now he says that it has been disqualified, and that he wants the Iranian people to have a voice. Great, but how does he envision their getting that voice, if he thinks that “the ongoing escalation is dangerous for all” and “must stop”? Macron offers no way forward. He is clearly just hoping that whichever side wins will think he was supporting it all along.

Well, of course he is. He’s the pluperfect ProPol: all things to all people at all times, no matter what. He talks a lot, but says nothing of any real import. When the final bell sounds, he’ll step up to the podium, beam a gleaming, toothy smile into the camera lenses, make a rousing little speech extolling his myriad virtues—foresightedness, courage, unswerving dedication to principle, plainspoken integrity, and so forth, none of which he possesses to any noticeable degree—shake the important hands, and then move on to the next Media Availability.

Overcome with disgust, Spencer spits:

None of this can be made to make sense. It is just the dissembling of a politician who wants to appear strong when he is weak, decisive when he cannot make up his mind, and on the side of his Western allies while not alienating his friends and business partners in Tehran.

Oh, it makes sense all right. It stinks to high Heaven; it’s self-serving as all Hell, sure. It’s despicable, certainly, and says nothing whatever complimentary about the people of France, that they would countenance such an obvious bargain-basement s’faccim as the “leader” of their once-proud Republic. But what it also happens to be is perfectly typical of his foul ilk.

As my biker friends used to say, Macron is so low he’d crawl over his dead sister to fuck his own mother. Which, y’know, is pretty dadgum low if you ask me.

Tucker: what happened?

Posted on February 23, 2026February 23, 2026 by Mike

With this spectacular self-beclownment, he’s really gone Full Retard. PRO TIP: never go Full Retard.

Apparently, Tucker Carlson Supports the Muslim Ownership of Christian Slaves
During Tucker Carlson’s disturbingly dishonest, ultra-combative interview with U.S. Ambassador Mike Huckabee, Carlson replayed his biggest tropes: America’s “toxic relationship with Israel.” Israeli leaders were in league with Jeffrey Epstein and had visited Epstein Island. (After Huckabee suggested a defamation lawsuit, Carlson immediately backtracked and uploaded an apology video.) Israel was “purging Christians from the Holy Land,” with those dastardly Jews scheming “to keep Americans from noticing.” (No apology for that one.)

And Carlson, of course, included his standard Qatari bootlicking, culminating with this fascinating exchange:

Huckabee: Tucker, Christianity is growing in Israel.

Carlson: Okay, but —

Huckabee: There is a big lie that goes out there —

[crosstalk]

Huckabee: No, let me finish this: I keep hearing Christians are really not treated well in Israel. That’s simply… that’s a lie.

[crosstalk]

Huckabee: There were 34,000 Christians in Israel in 1948. There are 184,000 Christians today.

…Now, I’ll tell you where Christians are not doing very well: They’re not doing very well in Muslim-controlled countries. There’s almost no Christians in Qatar, for example, except those who live in the Christian ghetto, who are the service workers.

Carlson: I’m sorry, I don’t want to argue with you, but there are many more Christians in Qatar than there are in Israel.

It’s a fascinating exchange because it deconstructs how modern-day antisemites propagandize their message: They manipulate words and statistics to create false impressions.

Today, there are over 180,000 Israeli citizens who are Christians. In 1950, there were 36,000; in 1980, there were 89,900; in 2010, there were 153,400.

And according to opinion polls, 84% of Israel’s Christians say they’re satisfied with Israeli life. Presumably, that’s why the Christian population has grown fivefold!

Meanwhile, there are virtually NO Christian citizens of Qatar. No Jews, Hindus, atheists, or Buddhists are citizens either.

So consider: Israel has 184,000 Christian citizens with full voting rights, plus 371 churches. You can hear the church bells ringing every Sunday.

Whereas Qatar has a grand total of about six churches within a fenced compound. No other churches are allowed anywhere in the country. There are no crosses or crucifixes near the buildings; the church bells are silent.

Israel is the only country in the Middle East that grants Christians total religious freedom. It’s long been the only growing Christian community in the entire Middle East. Furthermore, Israel’s 184,000 Christian citizens enjoy full voting rights. They worship freely and openly. They’re among the best-educated in the land.

But because Qatar’s petro-rich Muslim citizens own hundreds of thousands of Christian slaves, Tucker Carlson implies that Qatar must therefore be more pro-Christian!

Ahhh, fact-buttressed logic: the bane of all shitlibs, Jew-haters, Jurassic Media propagandists, and muttonheaded Nazi-symp liars like, say, Tucker Carlson. Plenty more yet to this excellent piece, all of it well worth your while.

Update! Tucker is by no means alone.

SO: foam-flecked headcase with no more credibility than your average Ha-Ha Hotel inmate, or clued-in visionary whose honest analysis is so far outside the box that the Proper Authorities© feel it necessary to silence her voice? They report, I deride.

By George, I think she’s got it!

Posted on February 23, 2026February 23, 2026 by Mike

The reliably-superb Titiana McGrath (that’s how she used to spell it way back when, it seems to have changed recently) lays some of her unique insight and wisdom on us dumbass plebes.

Communism is the only guarantee of human happiness. It has always worked wherever it has been tried. One need only consider the progressive reforms of Joseph Stalin in Russia in the mid-20th century. Those who refused to sign up to Stalin’s ideas tended to die young, which just proves that Communism saves lives.

Now that we’ve reached 2026, surely it’s time to try this system again. Our new era has already begun, with Zohran Mamdani taking over as Mayor of New York. For those who don’t know, Mamdani is a devout Muslim who has promised to make New York a “sanctuary city” for the LGBT+ community. It’s what the Prophet Mohammed would have wanted.

If it’s a choice between being warm or frigid, I know which I’d prefer

Some bigots have argued that homosexuality is incompatible with the Islamic faith. But in fact, homophobia is extremely rare in Muslim-majority countries. This is why there isn’t a single LGBT+ community centre in the whole of Afghanistan. Everyone is so tolerant that there is simply no need for them.

Communism is the philosophy of the masses. Whilst careerist right-wing politicians have wasted years studying for degrees in PPE at Oxford, all of the greatest left-wing leaders of history have been out there working in the real world. Nicolás Maduro was a bus driver. Nicolae Ceaușescu was a shoemaker’s apprentice. Mao Zedong was an assistant librarian. Zohran Mamdani was a rapper whose lyrics promoted intersectional social justice activism.

Who among us could possibly quibble with analysis as penetrating, as incandescently brilliant, as this?

A different view

Posted on February 22, 2026February 22, 2026 by Mike

Mulling over some seriously Big Issues.

The thread that binds all of Christian doctrine together into a unified whole and resolves many of its seeming contradictions is found in a correct interpretation of the opening lines of Genesis, as read in light of the opening lines of the Gospel of John: the Greek for darkness is the same in both, thus making it clear that John is telling how the chaotic darkness that made up the world before God’s light touched it was hell/Satan’s kind.

What does that mean?

It means that the Fall of Satan and his angels happened before the creation of the world, a world which is thus a mixture of Satan’s evil and God’s good. Thus, why there is evil is this world despite God creating it and His being entirely good: He created it by mixing His nature with that of Satan’s state of Hell, and so the world is fallen and has evil despite every part that was touched by God’s nature being good; what God’s nature created was good, but it was perverted and marred by Satan/Hell’s nature.

Man himself is a mixture of God’s nature and the fallen angels’. In this world he has the free will to use what parts of him come from God to find his way back to their original and eternal source—and thus the happiness that comes with it; alternately, he can choose to embrace his evil parts and follow them back to their original source in Hell. This is why he is judged by a Widow’s Mite rather than an absolute standard, the former acting like a handicap in golf to equalize those of unequal talents and inclinations: if we are more weighted toward evil but struggle mightily to use our parts that came from God to overcome them, we will be judged less harshly than men with fundamentally good inclinations who nonetheless made poor use of their God-given talents and barely lived up to their moral potential.

Although there is no perfect justice on earth and evil can and does triumph in the short-run, there is enough of God’s nature in this world to make evil inherently unstable and unsustainable, sowing the seeds of its own destruction. This is how nations are “judged”: when too many of their denizens become spiritually weak, their institutions succumb to parasitism and predators reign within their halls of power, destroying them from within by their nature until such nations succumb to foreign attack or internal collapse. Another way of looking at it is that the closer the population and its institutions come to embodying true Christian ideals, the more a nation begins to approximate (in an extremely imprecise and feeble manner) God’s nature: as God is eternal and omnipotent, so those nations that try their best to live up to His ideals become enduring through time and powerful in a defensive sense. By contrast, those who reject and scorn Him and His laws are almost always short-lived and chaotic—with the USSR and France during the French Revolution coming readily to mind.

Such being the case, Amerika v2.0 is in heap big trouble, in my estimation. Ahh, but is there a silver lining lurking within all this trouble and woe, you ask? This “pain, bruise, and agony,” in the contra-grammatical argot of the American Dream, Dusty Rhodes? Why, yes; yes, there surely is, sayeth I. For starters:

Evil is inherently and eternally parasitic or predatory. By the metaphysical and natural laws which underlie this world, it cannot create, only rob, raze, and vitiate what others have created; and by those same iron laws, the parts of it that are parasitic must by necessity parasitize prey far larger and/or more potent than it itself is, and because of that must of necessity rely on deceit and cunning to survive—wherein lies the great weakness of all parasites, including fully human ones. Predators are similar to the parasites albeit inversely so, typically taking on far weaker creatures than they themselves; lest their victory over a prey be so Pyrrhic that they won’t have the bodily strength to take down later victims, they are easily deterred by opponents of much greater power (whether it arises from individual strength or numbers or both) than themselves. Thus what would spell the end for any and all parasites and predators?—for the former, raise the cost of achieving that deception to as much or more than what can be gained by it and the parasite inevitably dies (literally so for literal parasites; figuratively so for the human equivalents); and for latter, raise the danger of confrontation to the point that even victory will come with a price so great as to make defeat almost inevitable in the long run.

All tyrannous governments are inherently parasitic and predatory, and thus the key to destroying them (at least in terms of their parasitism or predations) or stopping them from turning to such behavior in the first place is to raise the costs of deceiving their host population to the point of being greater than what could be gained by it, and to up the cost of open, tyrannical predation to the point at which it is more (in terms of lives potentially lost and damage likely done) than the cowardly predators are willing to incur. Freedom, prosperity, and (to the extent that the first two may lead to it) happiness are the great rewards to those who are able to achieve those twin feats.

At least somewhat encouraging, if admittedly a long, tough slog getting there. Like I always say, though, even the tiniest sliver of hope is better than no hope at all, no?

Obviously, our Founding Fathers were equal to the challenge of their era, setting a most worthy example for future generations to either benefit from or, at their own enormous cost, to ignore. Question now is, are we—the lesser legatees those titans among men formally, perhaps over-optimistically, referred to as their “posterity,” that is—likewise valiant enough, hardy enough, dedicated enough, indomitable enough to rise to it in our own time? To prevail and thereby to redeem the honor, dignity, and patriotic pride we so foolishly frittered away in trade for a mess of pottage?

We shall find out soon enough, I suppose. As every wise military commander going at least as far back as the man widely revered as “the First Soldier of the Confederacy,” the peerless Albert Sidney Johnston, has well known: one must not take counsel of one’s fears. Despair and hopelessness are the harbingers of defeat, disgrace, and disaster. To blandly accept them as the fitting accoutrements of one’s debased and lowly station—rather than vehemently shunning them as the insignia of the coward, the meek, and the enslaved—can never be other than the most dire of mistakes.

Ultimately, failing to recognize gloom, doom, and despair as the greedy devourers of possibility they in fact are will in the end be tantamount to hoisting the white flag of surrender, stacking arms, and walking glumly off the battlefield before a single shot has been fired, in either direction.

This is what Abraham Lincoln said

Posted on February 16, 2026 by Mike

As it turns out, it might not be exactly what most of us would expect.

The anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s birthday was February 12. Since we now celebrate Presidents’ Day in memory of all our deceased presidents, Americans did not pause for a moment to remember Lincoln. This is very sad, given what Lincoln said that nullifies our contemporary outpouring of anti-White racism.

In our revitalized racism—this time against all White people—this neglect of Lincoln is unacceptable, for Lincoln gave the lie to such anti-White racism and its demand that there must be—today—acceptance by all of congenital White guilt for the evil of slavery.

But before I continue quoting Lincoln to refute that new racist narrative, let us note that the slavery that came to be practiced in southern American states originated with the Arabs and was brought to Europeans by the Umayyad Muslim conquest of Spain in 711 CE. We should also note in this connection that the Quran neither condemns slavery nor calls for its immediate abolition.

The merged narratives of critical race theory and intersectionality teach that all White people are incorrigibly, not to mince words, a source of evil thoughts and disgraceful discrimination. Thus, Whiteness as a mindset and way of living must be denounced, and recalcitrant Whites must be banished from the company of good people.

In total rejection of this racism stood Abraham Lincoln. He provided us today with an unimpeachable honoring of Whiteness by making reference to the actions of Union soldiers in the Civil War.

In his Second Inaugural Address, Lincoln argued that “every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn by the sword.” Thus, the Union dead had paid with their blood for the sins of other Whites, the slave owners and their plantation overseers. These dead were mostly young White men who had selflessly volunteered to fight and, if necessary, die so that others—very different from themselves in skin color, ethnic origin, education, and culture—could live in liberty.

Some 360,000 White men from the northern states died in the Civil War. In today’s dollars, the estimated economic value of their lost lives is $324,000,000,000.

Also, implicitly, Lincoln here gave a powerful moral answer to the question of whether, today, reparations should be paid for the suffering unjustly imposed on slaves with the assertion that the Civil War itself and all its deaths and woundings were just reparations imposed on the Whites of both North and South for having made money off slavery. Lincoln said that God himself had imposed the war and its sufferings as punishment on White Americans to be fought “until all the wealth piled by the bondsman’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk…”

White Americans of today need not hang their heads in shame nor feel guilty for what happened centuries ago. They need only accept responsibility and corresponding guilt or shame for what they do today—by themselves at their own initiative, intentionally or by negligence—to deny dignity to any other person of any gender or skin color or race or religion.

Nor should White Americans today be denied dignity and opportunity because of what happened before the blood recompense for those wrongs was made through fighting the Civil War.

Certainly shouldn’t. And yet, this is is precisely what the vile, vicious Left asks—nay, demands—of us nonetheless. For such as they, no “reparations” can ever be enough, no repentance sufficient, to expunge the burden of White Guilt with which they wish to unjustly saddle us. The very least they deserve in return for this hateful offense is to be scorned, mocked, and generally reviled.

War, peace, all that

Posted on January 10, 2026January 10, 2026 by Mike

The Jeddak of Jeddaks expounds on…well, pretty much everything, basically.

The Caracasian Cut
Regime decapitation and the consequences of competence

We might ask, in the spirit of an augur inquiring after the flight of a dove at daybreak, a circling hawk at high noon, or the cold gaze of a crow in the gloaming, what is the meaning of the Caracas raid? We do not need to assume that the meaning we look for in this action is intentional, though we should not rule this out, either; what matters is how the act will manifest symbolically, how it will be interpreted in the minds of onlookers, which it will do regardless of intention.

The superficial import of the action is clear enough. America has seized control of Venezuela’s vast oil reserves, the largest in the world, and at a stroke applies crippling pressure to the economies of China, Iran, and Cuba (who were Venezuela’s best grey-market customers), as well as to the economies of its adversary Russia and its wayward sibling Canada (both of which depend for their prosperity upon high oil prices). Both China and Russia have been deprived of a key New World ally, and thus the Monroe Doctrine is reasserted, and foreign powers pushed out of Washington’s sphere of influence. A hostile communist government has been decapitated, opening the way for the millions of Venezuelans displaced by Bolivarian tyranny, refugees whose presence has destabilized Venezuela’s neighbours for many years now, to return home.

Trump’s declaration that America now owns Venezuela’s oil feels a bit premature. Can one really claim control, without boots on the ground? I confess that it is not at all clear to me exactly how this is all supposed to work. Perhaps it is meant to function through pure intimidation: whoever ends up assuming power in Venezuela, they will know that if they don’t do as they’re told, they might be next, and perhaps will not be given the grace of an arrest and a show trial but simply executed without warning by drone; meanwhile, America offers itself as the sole legitimate customer for Venezuela’s sole marketable product, while providing its oil industry engineers to rebuild (and assume control of) infrastructure fallen into disrepair following Chavez’ nationalization and subsequent decades of neglect and mismanagement. Trump holds out one hand in an offer of assistance and mutual benefit, while holding back his other curled in a mailed fist, a threat made plausible by the fact that he just punched them hard in the mouth.

Still, all of this is nothing more than realpolitik, the hard edges of power in the material world.

The real meaning, the symbolic importance, lies deeper. It is not measured in dollars or barrels of oil. It is a message.

Over the last several months of military buildup in the Caribbean, many have issued dire predictions of the inevitable boondoggle that would result if the US allowed itself to be drawn into an invasion and occupation of Venezuela. A repeat of Iraq and Afghanistan, or worse yet Vietnam, an ugly guerrilla war in the steaming tropical jungle that would drain American blood, treasure, and will into the fetid third world swamp in tragicomic counterpoint to MAGA’s promise to drain the swamp at home. There was excellent reason for this cynicism. Every military adventure of the GWOT has been a debacle. Trust is as thin as ragged tissue paper.

Calmer heads pointed out that there was little prospect of an invasion: the forces being assembled in the Caribbean could land at most a few thousand troops, enough for a punitive expedition but hardly sufficient for an occupation. The plan, therefore, was clearly something other than an occupation, though exactly what it was no one could say for sure. My personal guess was that they were simply intending to squeeze the Venezuelan communists to death, enforcing the embargo on oil exports by interdicting contraband tankers flying under the false flags of countries they weren’t actually registered in, and watching from a safe distance as the unpaid military and unfed people turned on one another like starving jackals behind their besieged walls. Ugly, with an immense human cost, but effective.

I certainly never expected them to simply descend like Odin with the Wild Hunt and snatch the country’s president in a lightning raid.

Neither, of course, did anyone else expect such an audacious manoeuvre. Which was the point.

This being a characteristically superb piece in the grand old John Carter style, you’ll definitely want to read it all.

Update! Okay, after scanning through the piece again, I realized just how profoundly remiss of me it would be not to include this delicious bit.

This is the same American military that spent twenty fruitless years fighting to replace the Taliban with the Taliban, climaxing with a humiliating route from Kabul in which billions of dollars of military equipment were abandoned to the very Taliban that the military fought so hard to replace the Taliban with.

It is the same American military that, until just a year ago, was struggling to fill its ranks, because the warrior class had concluded that it was not a military worth belonging to, that a government which held them in such contempt was not a government worth fighting for.

Only one thing changed: a year ago, when Trump won the election, the American state was decapitated.

Because Trump won the election, he could fire the fat bureaucrat Lloyd Austin as Secretary of Defence, and appoint in his place the energetic, muscular young Hegseth as Secretary of War. Because Hegseth was the Secretary of War, he could begin eliminating the dross of the Cancelled Years and refocus the American military on its actual mission.

It turned out to be that simple. Change the leadership, replace the dance troupe of hollow men and men in dresses that has cavorted through the halls of power for far too long with platoons of competent men, and allow the competent men to do what they know how to do, without interference from politicians, lawyers, and ideologues. Just point them in the right direction and get out of their way.

OOOF! That one’s gonna hurt all the right people in all the right ways, for all the right reasons.

Day of days

Posted on January 3, 2026 by Mike

Our friend MWC reminds us of a YUGELY important day of remembrance.

Today is J.R.R. Tolkien day. If you feel like it, raise a glass to The Professor at 9:00 pm your local time.

My boxed set of The Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings is one of my treasured possessions. The daughter of a friend just told me she is re-reading the books and was halfway through The Return of the King.

Between Tolkien and C.S. Lewis (yes, two ends of the spectrum) I found new worlds and new ways of looking at the world. They led me into a lifetime of reading.

Ditto here, girlfriend. For years, I would re-read the LOTR trilogy every fall, because September was when both Bilbo and Frodo began their epic journeys.

Best take yet on the Maduro takedown?

Posted on January 3, 2026January 3, 2026 by Mike

This.

Hey @TuckerCarlson, GO FUCK YOURSELF. TRUMP JUST SPIT-ROASTED VENEZUELA LIKE IT WAS YOUR WIFE. GO GET SUCKED OFF BY GLENN GREENWALD YOU GAY RETARD

— Matt Forney (@mattforney)

January 3, 2026

There’s also this:

Kurt Schlichter
@KurtSchlichter

The 10 Best Things About Trump’s Venezuela Victory:

10. America’s enemies are terrified

9. Democrats went from siding with Somali fraudsters early in the week to communist narco terrorists who ignored democracy by the weekend

8. Libertarians are upset

7. Unleashing Venezuela’s oil production will screw the Iranians and the Russians

6. We blew up Chavez’s tomb. Screw that guy.

5. Everybody who had doubts about Pete Hegseth has to contend with the fact that our recruiting is through the roof, Iran has no nukes, and Maduro is worried about picking up the soap

4. The video of cheering Venezuelans

3. Trump has made the Monroe Doctrine great again

2. The Cuban communists are literally wetting themselves

1. It was the Army and Delta Force instead of the Navy and the SEALs

No “Show more” screwing around this time. And one more thing Schlichter neglected to mention:

What can one say but, heh. Indeed.

Update! More Maduro news.

U.S. Will Run Venezuela For Now, Second Military Wave Stands Ready
The United States will run the country of Venezuela until a replacement for dictator Nicolás Maduro can be found and sworn in, President Donald Trump announced at a press conference today.

The Trump administration plans to send American oil companies down to take over the lucrative Venezuelan oil business, according to the president. And the U.S. military stands ready for a second and bigger attack on Venezuela should that be necessary, Trump promised. Maduro “will never again be able to” terrorize Americans, Trump promised. The captured dictator and his wife face charges in New York for their role in fueling the deadly American drug war and sending here many terrorist cartel members, including Tren de Aragua killers. Maduro is now on his way to America.

Trump lauded the “overwhelming American military power, air, land and sea was used to launch a spectacular assault. And it was an assault like people have not seen since World War II.” Maduro sent terrorists, criminal kingpins, convicted criminal prisoners, and more to America. He stole American oil infrastructure. and was behind the drug crisis killing hundreds of thousands of Americans, Trump stated. Now Maduro is deposed and in handcuffs, and the new Monroe Doctrine is alive and well —the “Don-roe doctrine,” Trump joked.

Heh. You tell ’em, Mr President, sir.

Updated update! Strong message follows, from Hegseth.

Secretary of War Pete Hegseth referred to previous destruction of Iranian nuclear capabilities and seemingly indicated that terrorist regime could suffer the fate of Maduro. “Welcome to 2026,” Hegseth said. This is a strong and powerful America.

From the PJM link cited previously, that one is.

Der Bingle

Posted on December 31, 2025 by Mike

A Christmas story for the ages, one that exemplifies courage, character, and unswerving commitment to the non-negotiable demands of personal honor, patriotic duty, and obligation.

Late in Bing Crosby’s life, his nephew Howard asked him a casual question while they were out playing golf together.

“What was the single most difficult thing you ever had to do in your career?”
Howard expected Hollywood stories. Maybe gossip about a demanding director. Perhaps… pic.twitter.com/KGKfTgAVmu

— Farm Girl Carrie 👩‍🌾 (@FarmGirlCarrie)

December 30, 2025

“Show more,” my saggy, baggy ass.

Late in Bing Crosby’s life, his nephew Howard asked him a casual question while they were out playing golf together.

“What was the single most difficult thing you ever had to do in your career?”
Howard expected Hollywood stories. Maybe gossip about a demanding director. Perhaps the pressure of a high-stakes film production or a struggle with studio executives.

Bing didn’t have to think about it at all.
December 1944. Northern France. The war in Europe was grinding toward its bloody conclusion.

Bing Crosby was on a USO tour, performing for American GIs and British soldiers far from home during the coldest, darkest days of winter.
That night, they set up an open-air stage in a field.

Fifteen thousand soldiers gathered to watch. Bing was joined by Dinah Shore and the Andrews Sisters.
They sang, they joked, they made the men laugh and holler—a brief moment of joy in the middle of a war zone.
Then came the closing number.
“White Christmas.”

The song had already become an anthem for homesick soldiers since its release in 1942. It played constantly on Armed Forces Radio. Men who hadn’t seen their families in years, who didn’t know if they ever would again, heard those opening notes and thought of snow-covered streets and Christmas trees and the homes they’d left behind.

As Bing began to sing, he looked out at the audience. Fifteen thousand men were crying. He had to finish the song. He had to maintain his composure and his vocal control while 15,000 soldiers wept in front of him. He told his nephew it was the toughest thing he ever had to do in his entire career.

What made Bing Crosby’s USO performances different from his Hollywood appearances were the small choices he made. He refused to wear his toupee. He hated the thing—called it a “scalp doily”-and wore it only when absolutely necessary for films.

But entertaining troops was different. “If I’m entertaining troops,” he said, “I’m not going to wear anything phony like a toupee. Forget it.”

He also insisted that officers and brass could not sit in the front rows. Those seats were reserved for enlisted men. The soldiers who would be on the front lines. The men who faced the greatest danger.

A few days after that performance in the field, those same soldiers were sent into combat. The Battle of the Bulge began on December 16, 1944. It was the largest and bloodiest battle fought by the United States in World War II.

The Germans launched a surprise offensive through the Ardennes Forest in a desperate attempt to split the Allied lines. Many of the men who had wept listening to “White Christmas” in that field in France never came home.

Bing Crosby tried to enlist when the war began. He was told he was too old. General George C. Marshall, the Army’s chief of staff, told him directly:

“Look, Bing, we don’t need you in the front lines. We need you raising money for the war effort.” He wasn’t just an entertainer to them. He was a piece of home. Bing never forgot it. 🙏♥️

Leftists who viscerally hate anything that reminds them of what America once was have smeared Bing Crosby as a nasty, hateful racist, bully, and two-bit tyrant who viciously ran roughshod over others and used his wife and children as punching bags—a distorted, unidimensional portrait which disgracefully omits the man’s finer qualities.

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