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The Daily Donnybrook, and other fine things

Posted on January 12, 2026January 28, 2026 by Mike

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Butt-ugly Leftybitch can’t stand the heat, needs to get the hell out of the kitchen

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

Welcome to the jungle, twatwaffle.

Zohran Mamdani’s woke, privileged tenant advocate Cea Weaver breaks down crying when asked about hypocritical gentrification comments
Mayor Zohran Mamdani’s newly instated radical-left tenant advocate, Cea Weaver, broke down Wednesday as she dodged questions from reporters about her gentrification hypocrisy.

The 37-year-old, who has faced backlash for blasting homeownership as a “weapon of white supremacy” in the past, teared up when she emerged briefly from her apartment building in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, at about 9 a.m.

Weaver, who was tapped by Mamdani to be his new director of the city Office to Protect Tenants, quickly ran back inside after she was asked about the $1.6 million home her mother owns in Nashville, Tennessee.

I read someplace that not only did this big-talking gutless wonder break down crying upon being asked the first pointed question she’d ever faced in her entire life, she also ran screaming down the street before regaining control of herself and sneaking back into her own crib.

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Tale of the tape

Posted on January 10, 2026 by Mike

Why yes, the hard-Left flat-rocker bint WAS doing her level best to commit vehicular homicide and instead got herself shot all to Hell and gone for her trouble, why do you ask?

Social media is crawling with self-proclaimed forensic analysts poring over footage of Wednesday’s ICE shooting in Minneapolis and insisting it shows the agent who shot Renee Nicole Good lacked justification. Some of the takes are downright embarrassing, with left-wing influencers confidently analyzing the wrong ICE agent altogether, pointing to the one at the side of the vehicle instead of the agent positioned in front of it. Some simply post the same footage we’ve all seen and merely declare the video proves the agent is a murderer.

I’ve seen it all, and let me tell you, of all the analyses out there, podcaster Tim Pool has delivered the clearest and most persuasive breakdown of the video evidence from the shooting I’ve seen yet.

After initially giving Good the benefit of the doubt, Pool says slowed-down footage forced him to reverse his position completely, and his frame-by-frame analysis is fantastic.

Pool began by acknowledging his earlier assessment and then explained why it no longer holds up. “While I initially said that I believed she wasn’t intending to hit the officer and was trying to flee, but still put the officer in fear of harm — uh, no, I’ve changed my mind,” Pool said.

What changed his view was a close examination of the video at reduced speed. And trust me, lots of people have slowed down and/or enhanced the video, but most have simply done so and claimed it only proved their original conclusion.
Pool, however, walked viewers through the footage and pointed out details that are easy to miss at full speed, details others either missed or ignored, starting with the officer’s feet.

“I’m gonna show you the slowed-down footage that I believe proves this woman was intending to kill that ICE agent. Watch the officer, who has his gun drawn,” he said.

Pool highlights the moment the vehicle makes contact. “Look at his feet right here in the back left. … Notice his feet both slide backwards,” Pool explained. “You see his foot sliding? Yeah, he’s not taking a step. He’s being hit by the vehicle.”

Anticipating the usual defenses, Pool concedes a narrow point before dismantling the broader claim. “Now, I can already hear you saying, ‘Hold on, Tim, if you’re up against a vehicle and it accelerates and it pushes you out of the way, that doesn’t warrant shooting somebody.’ Agreed,” he said.

From there, Pool reversed the sequence to show how the officer ended up directly in harm’s way, and it’s a critical detail.

“Here’s the vehicle reversing. The officer is not in front of the vehicle,” Pool said. “She reverses and now he is in front of the vehicle.” He adds critical context about timing and positioning: “He initially is to the right of the vehicle. By all means argue he should not have placed … himself in this position. We’re talking about seconds.”

The most damning detail comes next.

Eh, if you say so, Matt. Myself, I never from the git-go had the slightest problem believing that—after ceaseless exhortations to interfere, impede, injure, and/or kill ICE officers in the course of doing their jobs emanating from vicious, violent Leftards—one of those mouthbreathers would actually go and do something like this. All things considered, why wouldn’t they? The wonder is that it doesn’t happen four-five times a week, every week.

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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.

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Mobocracy

Posted on January 9, 2026January 10, 2026 by Mike

Don’t look now, but we’re living in one.

The Moral Blackmailing of the American People
In Springfield, Illinois, in 1838, a young Abraham Lincoln delivered a powerful speech decrying the “ravages of mob law” throughout the land. Lincoln warned, in eerily prescient fashion, that the spread of a then-ascendant “mobocratic spirit” threatened to sever the “attachment of the People” to their fellow countrymen and their nation. Lincoln’s opposition to anarchy of any kind was absolute and clarion: “There is no grievance that is a fit object of redress by mob law.”

Unfortunately, it seems that every few years, Americans must be reminded anew of Lincoln’s wisdom. This week’s lethal Immigration and Customs Enforcement standoff in the Twin Cities is but the latest instance of a yearslong baleful trend.

On Wednesday, 37-year-old “queer activist” Renee Nicole Good was fatally shot by an ICE agent in Minneapolis. Good, who had barricaded her vehicle in an attempt to obstruct an active law enforcement operation, ignored agents’ requests to exit the vehicle and instead directed her car at one of the agents. Good actually then hit the agent, who was briefly hospitalized for his injuries. But before she could do even more damage, the agent shot and killed Good. The federal government has called Good’s encounter “an act of domestic terrorism” and said the agent shot in self-defense.

Suffice it to say Minnesota’s Democratic establishment does not see it this way.

Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey responded to the deployment of 2,000 immigration agents in the area and the deadly encounter by telling ICE to “get the f*** out of Minneapolis,” while Gov. Tim Walz called the shooting “totally predictable” and “totally avoidable.” Frey, who was also mayor during the George Floyd-inspired mayhem of 2020, has lent succor to the anti-ICE provocateurs, seemingly encouraging them to make Good a Floyd-like martyr and riot accordingly. As for Walz, he’s right that this tragedy was eminently “avoidable” — but not for the reasons he thinks. If the Biden-Harris administration hadn’t let in untold millions of unvetted illegal aliens, and if Walz’s administration hadn’t conveniently overlooked hundreds of Minnesotans — of mixed immigration status — defrauding taxpayers to the tune of billions of dollars, ICE never would have embarked on this particular operation.

Liberals and open-border activists play with fire when they so casually compare ICE, as Walz previously has, to a “modern-day Gestapo.” The fact is, ICE is not the Gestapo, President Donald Trump is not Hitler, and Charlie Kirk was not a goose-stepping brownshirt. To pretend otherwise is to deprive words of meaning and to live in the theater of the absurd.

But as dangerous as this rhetoric is for officers and agents, it is the moral blackmail and “mobocratic spirit” of it all that is even more harmful to the rule of law.

Most of us assumed this dispute had been settled once and for all by the early spring of 1865, but apparently we were mistaken.

What I most want to know at this juncture is why in the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed world is Tampon “Timmeh” Waltz, after doing everything his little pea-brain can come up with in the way of fomenting insurrection against the US federal G in his sorry-ass State, has not been locked up under multiple charges of treason already.

The underlying problem all along has been that self-dramatizing Leftist morons have been getting away with personal threats, acts of violence against individuals, arson, looting, and wanton vandalism without ever facing Consequence One for any of it. They snarl ferociously about the supposed “evils” of private property, capitalism, and White People generally but have never been called out for any of their patent hatemongering. They must be forcibly made to understand that the Left’s permanent Get Away With It© card has been revoked, so their usual schtick is just liable to get them ventilated from here on out, as should have been the case all along.

Sorry, shitlibs, no more blanket Leftard Exemption for you. The days of having everything your own way are done. Things are different now, and I promise you ain’t gonna like it. In the immortal words of the great Curtis LeMay:

It’s a damnable shame that it’s come to this, but as I’ve told y’all about a blue million times: WE didn’t ask for it, WE didn’t want it, WE didn’t start it. THEY did.

Update! Number One with a bullet on the (S)Hit List.

Smarmy, smug, obnoxious, unlikable, as always. Also just dumb as a box of hair, too.

Updated update! Brother Billy has hisself an idear, and I gotta say I really, REALLY like it.

So I was thinking
A lot of mentions and RUMINT is that there are NOT enough cops out there to do what needs to be done, and that the White House is, per the usual, dithering on #TIA1807 (ie, the Insurrection Act of 1807—M) because smol-hats and ‘reasons’. OrangeManBad doesn’t WANT to be remembered for invoking the act (even tho right now, he really needs to, if only in Minnesota) and deploying Active Duty Troops.

Cowardly as all get out IMO
HOWEVER -I- thought of something. Remember the talk about granting Letters of Marque a few back BEFORE we snatched Maduro? I got idea… an utterly brutal and completely ruthless idea.

Why not just deputize ANY and ALL Veterans who want to volunteer, under a limited Contract, similar to what was done in Iraq. The DotMil didn’t have enough troops to run convoy escorts for quite a spell, so Blackwater stepped in, and did it quite well. Make it that Prior Contracting experience is a plus, and give us very liberal and open-ended Rules of Engagement.

Shoot First, For God Will Know His Own.

As well as enough Federal Legal Coverage that every. single. shoot. will be considered a “good shoot” and the trigger puller in question doesn’t get prosecuted after the fact at the State Level, due to the Federal Primacy Clause.

Also keep a metric shit-ton of irrevocable blank Presidential Pardons on hand…

Just in Case of later DemoncRat Fuckery years later.

I almost guarantee after the first 200-300 stupid fuckers get shot in the head that this shit’ll end so quick it make Soro’s head spin. And oh yes… Give a list of PRIMARY TARGETS that NEED to be “harvested” for the greater good. I’m pretty sure putting a bounty of $1 Million USD on Alex Soro’s head would attract enough attention to remove him and his Dad from the board. Even if he flees to the EU… lots of people there getting mighty poor and hungry these days from what I heard… for the E.U., make it $100 million, so they have enough to possibly even tempt the Soros Bodyguards on turning on him…

Now wouldn’t THAT be a kick in the head.

Yet she persists

Posted on January 9, 2026January 9, 2026 by Mike

Directly, hilariously related to tonight’s Eyrie topic, your feel-good video of the week month year century.

If you block a federal agent during an operation, you’re not getting a safety briefing, you’re getting moved.
That’s not “violence,” it’s necessary!
And when the mission’s federal, hesitation’s not an option. pic.twitter.com/c4XTXukiDG

— Desiree (@DesireeAmerica4)

January 8, 2026

Almost perfect, except ol’ Two-Ton Tallulah there seems to have survived her foolhardy brush with the Law, regrettably. Better luck next time, officers.

Update! A cpl good un’s via the Ace Place.

Masked "transfemme" Antifa goon from Portland, OR, issues death threat to ICE agent who shot a woman that tried to run him over.

"We have your face… we will get justice for a fallen comrade, whether it be judicial justice or street justice…"

Cc @thejusticedept pic.twitter.com/2WNbUWGkq3

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) January 8, 2026

Do your worst, bitches. Since it appears you may have forgotten already, I’d like to remind you again of who it is that has all the guns in this badly-broken nation.

This is the best video I've seen today 🤣pic.twitter.com/kYJ25fJNQL

— (news) DOGE (@DOGE__news) January 8, 2026

Memezapoppin’!

Posted on January 7, 2026 by Mike

Welcome to this week’s installment of our Wednesday meme feature, folks. Links to the “found via” sources will be attached to the specific MiQ’s (Memes in Question) whenever I can remember them, which likely won’t be very often. Only the first two memes will appear above the fold to save on bandwidth usage, since I assume not everybody who shows up at this here websty will want to see all of them. This intro will appear at the top of each week’s Memezapoppin’! post. Enjoy, funny-pitcher lovers.

Continue reading “Memezapoppin’!“ →

Q: Are ALL “transgenders” depraved, degenerate lunatics?

Posted on January 7, 2026January 7, 2026 by Mike

A: Yes. Yes, they most certainly are.

The girl who filmed the video of a man m*sturbating in the women’s bathroom in Planet Fitness says the workers did nothing…

Planet Fitness’ policies allow men to invade the women’s locker rooms

Planet Fitness isn’t safe for women.https://t.co/M9MreZwDYF https://t.co/hGBR39OFTU

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok)

January 5, 2026

For those who don’t feel like watching the vid, I’ll go with Ace’s description of what’s depicted therein.

The very obvious man pounded it out like he was John Bonham playing Kashmir at Wembley.

The male public masturbatior jerked off openly with women present. When one woman reported him to the staff, they kicked her out of the Planet Fitness and let the sex criminal stay.

Because he’s “transgender” and so he’s allowed to pull his dick like choad-flavored taffy.

The mentally-ill man and sex predator was in a stall, but you could see what he was doing in the shadows beneath him. It’s obvious he’s jerking off. Either that or he’s trying to start an outboard motor he keeps on his belt.

Planet Fitness instructs its female clients to show “understanding” towards publicly-masturbating men invading their private spaces.

This took place near San Francisco — of course. A place called Concord.

Of course.

Who ever said crime doesn’t pay?

Posted on January 4, 2026January 4, 2026 by Mike

Couldn’t prove it by übercorrupt ProPol Faux Jaux Bribem, that’s for sure.

Biden’s ‘extravagant’ pension is largest of any president in history – and even more than what he earned as prez
Former President Joe Biden’s long career in politics allowed him to retire with the largest taxpayer-funded pension of any ex-prez in US history — $417,000, or more than his presidential salary, an expert says.

Biden, 83, was in line to rake in the massive amount from two pension funds in his first year as former president, according to an analysis by National Taxpayer Union Foundation Vice President Demian Brady.

“It’s pretty unusual, historically unusual, to have such a large pension amount,” Brady told The Post.

The hefty estimated annual sum is double what Biden’s former boss, Barack Obama, has received in retirement pay after leaving the White House and $17,000 more than Biden’s $400,000-per-year presidential salary.

It also reflects Biden’s “unique situation” as a former senator, vice president and president, a career path that has allowed him to take advantage of a “loophole” letting him tap into multiple taxpayer-backed retirement funds, Brady said.

Biden, who once described himself as “one of the poorest members” of Congress, is able to collect the lucrative payouts by double-dipping in benefits established under the Former Presidents Act of 1958 as well as the Civil Service Retirement System for ex-senators.

Fucking crook. What a scumbag, eh? Far from being a lucrative career choice, being a ProPol ought to be legally sanctioned as a Federal felony, punishable by firing squad. There really should be a bounty on the shit-slurping oxygen thieves; in a more perfect world, they’d be hunted for sport, the pelts redeemable at any local bank for your choice of a toaster oven, a handsome Atlanta Braves baseball cap, or These Magic Beans™.

Not Too Old Jaux though, right? I must say he was worth every penny, if only for the entertainment value: hilarious pratfalls, incoherent mumbling, and losing control of his bowels during a grip-n-grin with British royalty.

Pure opposition

Posted on January 4, 2026January 4, 2026 by Mike

For its own sake, and nothing whatsoever else.

vittorio
@IterIntellectus

most political issues nowadays can be explained by understanding that american leftists dont have positions, they have oppositions.

their entire belief system is defined by negation of whatever the right supports.
this is why portland chants “free maduro” while actual venezuelans celebrate in the streets.
they’re not pro-venezuelan or pro democracies, or pro tyrant, or pro maduro, they’re simply anti-american-right.

they’ve outsourced their worldview to institutional narratives for so long that genuine self-reflection would require questioning everything.
for them it’s much easier to just oppose. the beliefs arent coherent because they were never meant to be coherent. they only need to signal tribal membership, and leftist membership is gained by opposing the right.

trump does X?
the left screams and cries because they wanted Y

trump does Y?
the left screams and cries and riots because even if they said they wanted Y, what they meant is that X was the way to go

trump cures cancer?
they’ll argue that the cancer cells are alive have a right of free determination

trump saves lives?
they’ll protest because somehow those lives didn’t matter and should have been ended

no coherent word model. no logic. pure opposition

at some point you just have to stop engaging with it as if it’s a real political position. it’s not. it’s aesthetic opposition wearing the costume of ideology

And the followup:

the tell is they always speak FOR populations who overwhelmingly disagree with them.
“free palestine” from people palestinians would hate.
“free maduro” while venezuelans celebrate.
the pattern reveals the game
it was never about the people, it was about the posture

Yet another reason, as if any more were needed, why the D卐M☭CRAT criminal organization masquerading as a political party needs to be forcibly disbanded, legally proscribed, and destroyed utterly. At the very least, they should be ignored completely, treated as if they are invisible, and if/when they take their “protest”-theater productions out into rush-hour traffic, they should be run over and left bleeding in the street until the garbage truck arrives to shovel up the remains and haul them off to the landfill.

As has been demonstrated again and again and again, Leftists have nothing constructive to say, nothing useful to offer, and nothing needful to contribute. They are parasites; as such, our society has no obligation to tolerate them any longer.

(Via Insty)

Further thoughts update! These worthless skinbags firmly believe several things which are NOT in evidence:

That they are the smartest people in the room, no matter who else is in there with them
That they are paragons of moral virtue
That they are courageous, caring “warriors” for fairness, decency, and true justice
That we lesser breeds should admire, respect, and honor them for their innumerable virtues, acknowledge their clear, God-like superiority to all other mortals, and do our best to emulate their sterling example

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.

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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.

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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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In praise of…pit bulls?

Posted on December 31, 2025December 31, 2025 by Mike

These excellent but overly-maligned doggehs are due some, that’s for sure. But, as those of us who have had pitties before already know, almost all of what the congenitally dishonest, pig ignorant “they” say about the breed isn’t remotely true.

The Jews of the Canine World
Pit bulls have been unfairly stereotyped as genetically dangerous monsters. Sound familiar?

I’ve always loved dogs that look like pit bulls: wide and smiling faces, goofy expressions, broad chests, sturdy bodies, short coats, enthusiastic tails. I grew up not knowing about dog fighting, or about this breed’s vicious reputation. My terror was reserved for German shepherds (my equally frightened little brother tremulously called them “sheffers”), with their pointy, mean faces and loud barks. There were some territorial ones in the yards in my Providence, Rhode Island, neighborhood.

But after moving to New York, I came to understand that pit bulls are hated. My little East Village copy shop, where we got Josie’s bat mitzvah invitations, has a big, short-coated, wide-chested, flat-faced dog behind the counter. His name is Curtis. He comes when you call and accepts head-pats with dignity. But when I asked the owner, Santo, what kind of dog Curtis was, he hesitated. “He’s a mix,” Santo said. “Terrier, other things … pit bull.” He clearly was reluctant to say those two words. He thought I’d recoil.

You know what people say about pit bulls: Violence is in their genes. They have double rows of teeth. Their jaws can unhinge like a snake’s. Their jaws lock after they bite. They don’t feel pain the way other dogs do. In 1987, U.S. News and World Report called them “the most dangerous dog in America,” able to “chomp through chain-link fences.” The Guardian called pit bulls “dogs of war who can bite through concrete.” Time called them “time bombs on legs” and started a story on them with a quote from The Hound of the Baskervilles:

Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish, be conceived than that dark form and savage face.

A friend had her family dog genetically tested, and when she discovered it had some pit bull lineage, she gave it away. Her kids sobbed. But what if the dog just lost it one day? That’s what pit bulls do, right?

None of this, of course, is true. Bronwen Dickey’s fascinating new book Pit Bull: The Battle Over an American Icon charts the evolution of pit bull stereotyping. (It begins with a quote from André Gide: “There are very few monsters who warrant the fear we have of them.”) In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, pit bulls were considered the family-friendliest dogs. Dogs that looked like them served in the Battle of Gettysburg and in Normandy. One accompanied Laura Ingalls Wilder’s family in their covered-wagon journey across the prairie. Helen Keller owned and adored one. Another (named Votes!) accompanied suffragist Virginia Watrous on the campaign trail in 1915. Still another starred in the “His Master’s Voice” campaign for RCA and another in the “Our Gang” kiddie comedies. Dickey observes that pit bulls were then seen as “quintessentially American: good-natured, brave, resilient, and dependable.” But within a few decades, they’d become DNA-driven vicious beasts, “biologically hardwired to kill.”

My first dog was a pittie, as was my last, along with a few others in between—the last one being just the sweetest ol’ girl ever to walk on four legs and shit in the backyard and tremble like a leaf in a gale during thunderstorms: the late, great Cookie (Monster). A photo of my dear, departed friend: Pretty girl, no? When I took her to the Gastonia, NC animal shelter to be put down at not quite 16 years of age, after the attendants had put her in the little cart and wheeled her off and inside to do the dirty deed I sat out in the parking lot and cried like a disgruntled infant for well over two hours. I still can hardly believe my darling pupster is gone, and I miss her still.

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In praise of meat

Posted on December 31, 2025 by Mike

Or, in this benighted day and age, it might be more appropriate to say “in DEFENSE of” etc etc. Which, as the title of the article shows, the author knows well enough.

In Defense of Steak: Listen to Your Body, not the Bug People
There is a particular smell that quiets a room or backyard: beef hitting heat, butter melting, fat crackling over open flame. Conversations pause. Children wander closer. Adults become very present, childlike in their eagerness. Something ancient has briefly reclaimed priority.

This response appears across cultures, centuries, and cuisines, persisting despite decades of scolding lectures about moderation, sustainability, and restraint. No one salivates at the thought of cricket flour. No one waxes poetic about lab-grown protein slurry. Even people committed to eating less meat tend to speak about steak the way one speaks about a lost love. We are told this reaction, this anticipation of pleasure, reflects indulgence, weakness, or conditioning, but a simpler explanation exists.

Pleasure can be information.

Indeed so, and there’s every bit as much solid, useful information in this piece as there is pleasure in eating a fat, juicy filet mignon. For example:

Meat is often treated as interchangeable with whatever happens to meet a protein target, as though nourishment were merely arithmetic. This misses what meat actually is: an exceptionally efficient nutritional delivery system shaped by evolution to meet human needs with minimal friction.

Animal protein arrives complete, providing all essential amino acids in proportions the body immediately recognizes and uses. Absorption is high. Muscle repair is straightforward, using precisely the amino acids our meals just provided. No pairing, combining, or supplementation is required. Fat, so long maligned, provides stable saturated and monounsaturated fats that slow digestion, stabilize blood sugar, support hormones, and carry fat-soluble vitamins. Speaking of fat, humans did not spend thousands of years figuring out how to obtain more fat because it was harming them.

Then there are the nutrients rarely discussed in fashionable debates but central to human function: vitamin B12 for neurological health, heme iron that the body absorbs efficiently (iron in supplements or vegetables is poorly absorbed), zinc for immune function and growth, creatine and carnosine for muscle and brain performance, choline for liver and cognitive health. These are not optional extras. They are foundational for good health and a properly functioning body.

Claims that humans do not “need” animal protein hinge on a technicality. With careful planning, supplementation, fortified foods, and modern logistics, it is possible to assemble these nutrients without meat. That is not equivalence. It is compensation. A diet that requires constant vigilance to avoid deficiency is not revealing a hidden natural balance; it is leaning heavily on modern intervention and often industrially manufactured frankenfood.

I repeat: indeed. Butbutbutbut…but…WAIT, they whine. What about Eating Ze Bugs, shitlib fascists snivel. Wilson outs paid to that codswallop with a quickness.

Insects are often presented as the logical successor to meat, reduced to the claim that they “contain protein” and are therefore interchangeable. Biology is less accommodating.

Insects contain chitin, the substance that forms their exoskeletons, which humans do not digest well. Chitin inflates protein numbers on paper while reducing absorption in practice because it resists breakdown and in fact interferes with nutrient uptake. From a nutritional standpoint, counting chitin as protein is a bit like counting fingernails as food: it contains nitrogen, which looks impressive on a label, but the human body cannot do much with it. Edible, yes. Nourishing, not really.

Digestive discomfort after eating bugs is common enough that most insect products are heavily processed into powders, undermining both nutritional and environmental claims. Amino acid profiles vary widely by species, but they all tend to be lower in key amino acids such as leucine, which plays a central role in muscle maintenance and repair, particularly as people age.

Micronutrients present further problems. Vitamin B12, heme iron, and creatine are unreliable or absent, requiring supplementation to compensate. Allergy risks are also underplayed, as insects share protein structures with shellfish. Insects are edible, certainly, but edible is not the same as optimal, and bug protein is not in any way an upgrade over beef, chicken, or fish.

Annnnnd bingo, there you have it. Myself, I don’t give a fiddler’s fuck about how smart the person telling me to switch from steak to cricket paste thinks he/she/it is, I simply ain’t gonna do it.

There’s only one song I can think of that will suit.

Tell it true now, Jim.

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Mike @Substack

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