The greatest pop-rock song yet written

That would be this one, of course.

Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to claim you never heard this one before, you liar. Part of what makes this a veritably flawless pop song is that 1) EVERYBODY has heard it before; 2) everybody likes it; and 3) everybody remembers it well.

There ya go, those three fulfill pretty much all the requirements.

The melody is so catchy and infectious it never really leaves your head, provided you aren’t a complete music-hater…which almost nobody actuallly is. The central guitar riff and fills are ditto, same-same with the vocal harmonizing and the call-and-response-style backing vocal in the turnaround. The rhythm is bouncy and eminently danceable, checking the last remaining box in confirmation of the song’s GOAT status.

Helping to advance the case still further is that all the performances are spot on, both instrumental and vocal, as are the mix, the editing, and the mastering. The lone questionable aspect here is the subject matter, which even so makes the whole enchilada stand out in the average person’s mind as unusual, even unique, thereby turning what might have been a minus into a plus. More proof, as if any were needed, is this YT commenter’s assessment:

@warpig4942
5 years ago (edited)

Almost 40 years…. still the most famous phone number on Earth.

Yep, no argument from me.

Lightning sure struck in a big way this time, not just for Tommy Heath and his band but for all of us.

All is well, all is well!

He’s awfully sanguine for a guy with such a feeble grasp of the actual, y’kow, historical facts.

Sorry, Democrats — No Civil War is Coming

No, probably not. Not while Real Americans remain content to sit passively back and permit Violent Left mountebanks to harrass them, torment them, murder them at will, and just generally run roughshod over them, makig no response to such abuse more devastating than filing another lawsuit, penning another windy op-ed threatening dire repercussions such as frowning angrily in their general direction, and of course Voating Harderer!© at them than ever before.

I shit you not, our Founding Fathers wouldn’t deign to piss in our mouths if our gums were on fire, we’ve become so gorram weak, evolved, and contemptible these days. Fret not, though, final victory is at hand. Yeppers, after rancorous internecine debates, investigations by blue-ribbon Congressional panels, and blood-curdling threats from Ms Lindsey Graham, we’ve got ’em right where they want us!

In 1776, American colonists, despairing that their rights as British citizens were being trampled upon by their overbearing king, George III, decided to secede from the British Empire. Thomas Jefferson wrote down their grievances in the Declaration of Independence. Just a few of them include the cutting off of trade, imposing taxes without consent, depriving the people of trial by jury, suspending colonial legislatures, and waging war on the colonists. I think Jefferson’s best argument was, “He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.” Yep, sounds as though they had reasons to rebel.

In 1861, following the election of Abraham Lincoln, wealthy landowners pushed eleven Southern states, where slavery was legal, to secede from the United States. Much of the rhetoric claimed that the war was about states’ rights, but that was mostly a smokescreen. Unlike the rebellion against King George, these people had no grievances — only fears that slavery would be abolished, ending the free labor on which their economic system depended.

Yeah, no. NOT about States’ Rights, you protest? A”smokescreen,” you aver? Poppycock, sayeth moi.

Of course, CW v1.0 anti-historians like the above yayhoo are extremely eager to dismiss States’ Rights as one of the leading causes for the War Of Northern Aggression, likely because the complex realities make it much more difficult to saddle up the “all about slavery!” hobbyhorse and ride it into the fucking ground.

So just never you mind, you RAYCISS!!!©, that no more than 30%, AT MOST, of Southerners ever actually owned slaves. Nor did most of them own plantations, land, those lovely antebellum mansions as seen in Gone With The Wind, a pair of shoes, or much of anything else, frankly.

This being so, presumably the aforementioned dirt poor, slave-deprived sons of Dixie wouldn’t likely have been just wildly enthusiastic about packing up Grampa’s old shootin’ arn; some moth-eaten scraps of clothing, shoes if he had any; a small haversack of acorns, hardtack, grain, and two=three strips of moldy possum jerky, and go a-traipsing off to war in defense of a “peculiar institution” he’d never had much to do with his entire life long.

Of course there were several other factors which our disingenuous “scholar” above appears not to know much about either. Maybe he could try boning up on, say, cotton warehouse receipts sometime; that oughta be enough to give him a solid head-start before he begins working his way up to the more complicated, obscure stuff.

As we all know, after every war the victors write the history in whatever manner suits them, forever painting themselves as saintly, noble, and entirely blameless while their defeated foes were in fact ravening demons in human shape. But dammit, do they have to be so blasted sanctimonious and just plain obnoxious about it every single time? Having grown up in the South, I can confirm that after having this fictitious twaddle crammed down one’s gullet without remit can wax pretty durned wearisome over time.

Those unshod, dirty-faced, ill-nourished field hands, sharecroppers, and sundry ragamuffins had another rationale for fighting the Yankee aggressor, surely a more compelling reason than the remote, otherworldly principle of States’ Rights.

This rationale, not particularly well-known even among ardent students of Civil War lore, reveals itself in a brief exchange shouted across the soon-to-crumble MLR during a lull in the horrific Battle of Fredericksburg, betwixt one of Lee’s Weary Boys and his Union counterpart. Asked by the Bluebelly why he was fighting, Johnny Reb hollered in reply: Because y’all are down here, Yank, that’s why!

Kinda says it all, wouldn’t you say? Viewed from this angle, the long, slow slide into war, anguish, and incomprehensible horror starts to look disquietingly familiar, doesn’t it? That plainspoken Confederate lad didn’t give a fiddler’s fuck about slavery; he took up arms strictly to protect his home, hearth, and kinfolk against an invading army conducting a war of aggression. So it was for the vast majority of Southern troops as well: they wanted nothing more extravagant or outlandish than to just be letf alone by an overbearing, rapacious, and too-powerful Federal megalith bent on ruling and not governing.

Naaahhhh, not familiar to the contemporary ear at all, is it? As far back as the mid-1800s, the pattern was set, the trend established, the die cast. By the turn of the 20th century the fork in the road which leads ever down and down into tyranny, despotism, and immiseration had been taken. Unfortunately, it’s a dark, narrow, poorly marked lane with many twistings and turnings, a one-way route on which there is no easy way to reverse course and return to Consitutionally-correct governance again. Not without a great deal of pain, bereavement, and injury to body, spirit, well-being…,just about everything you can imagine, really.

Worst of all, Tyranny Road had been mapped for us long ago, drawn expertly, exactingly, and in great detail for us by our forebears—a deadly highway to Hell which our Founding Fathers cautioned us repeatedly to keep ourselves well way from. it is to our eternal discredit that we sxtuidly refused to heed the warnings o our sagacious ancestors—not just one single time, but again and again and again and again. Our heedless, stubborn mistake was a century in the making, and was in no wise excusable as merely a fleeting relaxation of vigilance, a moment’s inattention, a minor stumble in which the only harm done is to our pride.

Nope, not hard;y, none of the above. This was a blunder of titanic proportions, a ruinous act of wanton negligence and hubris which stands to cost us absolutely everything.Nor is this  just “one of those things” that can happen to anybody, really. This was a heedless discarding of certain hard-to-come-by jewels (Freedom? Limited government? Consent of the governed? Unalienable rights? Government officials as servants, not masters?) which are beyond price, purchased for us by generations of Americans going waaaay back.

These extraordinary gifts were meant to be passed down to succeeding generations who would likewise appreciate them, nurture them, safeguard them, maybe expand them if possible. They would then be passed down again in due course. Thus did the world turn, for many generations.

The Big Q: Were we duly grateful for the unique legacy freely handed down to us? Did we strive ceaselessly to be mindful of the gift we had been given? To give humble thanks for the good people who worked so tirelessly, sacrificed so selflessly, gave of themselves so unstintingly, to bequeath such a bounty to us? Were we diligent in making ourselves worthy of this munificence?

Ohhh, if only.

I didn’t bother with the rest of this reeking shitpile of an article; the author having screwed the Civil War pooch so thoroughly in the opening ‘graphs, I just couldn’t see any reason to slog through the rest of it. I would like to note, by way of wrapping up this post, an additional related point:

Contra the self-serving version fabricated by the Yankee victors, the Confederate states wished to leave the Union peaceably, and firmly believed in their absolute right to do so, considering this to be so obviously in agreement with the precepts of America’s Founding documents as to make further explanation tantamount to a personal insult.

As no less august a personage than President Jefferson Davis said in his First Inaugural Address, the Confederacy bore the US government, its President, nor even the people of Yankeeland no ill will, and wished no harm to them. The address begins by spelling out the new Confederate nation’s philosophical roots in the ideals of the Founding Fathers.

Looking forward to the speedy establishment of a permanent government to take the place of this, and which by its greater moral and physical power will be better able to combat with the many difficulties which arise from the conflicting interests of separate nations, I enter upon the duties of the office to which I have been chosen with the hope that the beginning of our career as a Confederacy may not be obstructed by hostile opposition to our enjoyment of the separate existence and independence which we have asserted, and, with the blessing of Providence, intend to maintain. Our present condition, achieved in a manner unprecedented in the history of nations, illustrates the American idea that governments rest upon the consent of the governed, and that it is the right of the people to alter or abolish governments whenever they become destructive of the ends for which they were established.

The declared purpose of the compact of Union from which we have withdrawn was “to establish justice, insure domestic tranquillity, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessing of liberty to ourselves and our posterity;” and when, in the judgment of the sovereign States now composing this Confederacy, it had been perverted from the purposes for which it was ordained, and had ceased to answer the ends for which it was established, a peaceful appeal to the ballot-box declared that so far as they were concerned, the government created by that compact should cease to exist. In this they merely asserted a right which the Declaration of Independence of 1776 had defined to be inalienable; of the time and occasion for its exercise, they, as sovereigns, were the final judges, each for itself. The impartial and enlightened verdict of mankind will vindicate the rectitude of our conduct, and He who knows the hearts of men will judge of the sincerity with which we labored to preserve the Government of our fathers in its spirit. The right solemnly proclaimed at the birth of the States, and which has been affirmed and reaffirmed in the bills of rights of States subsequently admitted into the Union of 1789, undeniably recognize in the people the power to resume the authority delegated for the purposes of government. Thus the sovereign States here represented proceeded to form this Confederacy, and it is by abuse of language that their act has been denominated a revolution. They formed a new alliance, but within each State its government has remained, the rights of person and property have not been disturbed. The agent through whom they communicated with foreign nations is changed, but this does not necessarily interrupt their international relations.

Ayup, seems clear enough to me. Even this slightly more bellicose pre-war speech still commends the olive branch over the bayonet.

It requires but a cursory examination of the Constitution of the United States; but a partial knowledge of its history and of the motives of the men who formed it, to see how utterly fallacious it is to ascribe to them the purpose of interfering with the domestic institutions of any of the States. But if a disrespect for that instrument, a fanatical disregard of its purposes, should ever induce a majority, however large, to seek by amending the Constitution, to pervert it from its original object, and to deprive you of the equality which your fathers bequeathed to you, I say let the star of Mississippi be snatched from the constellation to shine by its inherent light, if it must be so, through all the storms and clouds of war.

I say to you here as I have said to the Democracy of New York, if it should ever come to pass that the Constitution shall be perverted to the destruction of our rights so that we shall have the mere right as a feeble minority unprotected by the barrier of the Constitution to give an ineffectual negative vote in the Halls of Congress, we shall then bear to the federal government the relation our colonial fathers did to the British crown, and if we are worthy of our lineage we will in that event redeem our rights even if it be through the process of revolution. And it gratifies me to be enabled to say that no portion of the speech to which I have referred was received with more marked approbation by the Democracy there assembled than the sentiment which has just been cited. I am happy also to state that during the past summer I heard in many places, what previously I had only heard from the late President Pierce, the declaration that whenever a Northern army should be assembled to march for the subjugation of the South, they would have a battle to fight at home before they passed the limits of their own State, and one in which our friends claim that the victory will at least be doubtful.

Now, as in 1851, I hold separation from the Union by the State of Mississippi to be the last remedy—the final alternative. In the language of the venerated Calhoun I consider the disruption of the Union as a great though not the greatest calamity. I would cling tenaciously to our constitutional Government, seeing as I do in the fraternal Union of equal States the benefit to all and the fulfillment of that high destiny which our fathers hoped for and left it for their sons to attain. I love the flag of my country with even more than a filial affection. Mississippi gave me in my boyhood to her military service. For many of the best years of my life I have followed that flag and upheld it on fields where if I had fallen it might have been claimed as my winding sheet. When I have seen it surrounded by the flags of foreign countries, the pulsations of my heart have beat quicker with every breeze which displayed its honored stripes and brilliant constellation. I have looked with veneration on those stripes as recording the original size of our political family and with pride upon that constellation as marking the family’s growth; I glory in the position which Mississippi’s star holds in the group; but sooner than see its lustre dimmed—sooner than see it degraded from its present equality—would tear it from its place to be set even on the perilous ridge of battle as a sign round which Mississippi’s best and bravest should gather to the harvest-home of death.

Bold mine, and wholly dispositive.

The claim that the uniquely American concept of States’ Rights was not a primary cause of the first Civil War is laughably spurious. To disregard said concept’s crucial importance to the Founding Fathers as one of the strongest bulwarks against the establishment of tyrannical government in America is to be historically illiterate. To contend that Jefferson Davis was ever anything but A) a conscientious, ruminative patriot who reverenced his former country, and B) a reluctant secessionist who had to be all but dragged into rejecting the grotesque parody of itself the US government had become, is the mark of either a perfidious liar, an ignoramus, or a self-beclowning fool.

The libertarian (small-L) creed

Having gone deep down another YewToob rabbit hole tonight, this one Firefly/Serenity-related, I just gotta post (repost, actually) this immortal clip wherein Captain Mal Reynolds nails it all down clean and tight.

Never have been able to figure out how it is that Joss Whedon could’ve written such dead-on dialogue as is on proud display throughout Firefly and Serenity both—about as anti-collectivist as it’s possible to be—yet could still be a goddamned standard-issue liberal moron his own self.

As Jayne says of another character in another scene, Mal is seriously starting to damage my calm here. Simply because he’s right: no matter how badly they screw up, how utterly they fail, snd/or how many lives they destroy along the way, they willl most assuredly try again. They will never stop trying again, whatever the consequences—not just for them, but for all of us. This, after all, is just who they are, it’s what they do.

Hit ’em again, JD

Full force, hard as you can, no pulled punches, no half-measures. Push off the balls of your feet, follow through with your knees, shoulders, and hips; turn from the waist, put all your weight behind your punches. Don’t just wave your arms around, get your whole body into it. Never punch at, punch through. Thumbs down, elbows tucked in, hands up by your ears to guard your head. Lean forward not back, keep your feet moving forward, make him respond to you, not the other way arounf. Do NOT let yourself get stuck in a corner. Boxing 101, my man, Boxing 101.

JD Vance Challenges Dems to Denounce Mamdani Appearing With 1993 WTC Bombing ‘Unindicted Co-Conspirator’
As I wrote earlier on Saturday, Vice President JD Vance was on hand to deliver remarks to an enthusiastic crowd of Marines at the United States Marine Corps’ 250th Birthday Celebration event at Camp Pendleton in California.

But he managed to find time before arriving at the base to give his thoughts on the latest revelations involving Zohran Mamdani – the man whom the Democrats are championing to become the next mayor of New York City.

In case you missed the latest, here’s Bonchie to bring us up to speed on Mamdani seeming in recent days to drop any pretense of being something other than an aficionado of radical Islamist thought:

Who is Imam Siraj Wahhaj? That’s a complicated question, not because his background is morally opaque, but because his history of directly supporting Islamic terrorism is so extensive.

  1. He was an unindicted co-conspirator in the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center.
  2. He called for establishing an Islamic state in America, calling for Muslim immigrants to “establish Allah’s deen.”
  3. He has called for ending democracy in favor of Islamic law.
  4. He testified in defense of Omar Abdel-Rahman, otherwise known as the “Blind Sheik.”
  5. He’s repeatedly encouraged Muslims to use political power in America in service to Islam.
  6. He has three children who have been charged with terrorism offenses.

Anyway, in a post on his X account Saturday, the vice president showed he isn’t willing to let the Democrats slide for their hypocrisy over political violence, challenging them to be consistent on the issue when it comes to Mamdani:

Vance wrote “I’ve been reliably informed that Democrats are opposed to any kind of political violence, so I look forward to them universally condemning Zohran Mamdani for campaigning with an unindicted co-conspirator in a terrorist plot that killed 6 New Yorkers.”

In a reply to the tweet, he shared a NY Post story on the radical imam and that damning image of him campaigning with Mamdani. The title spells things out: “New York Post: Mamdani appears smiling, arm-in-arm with unindicted ‘93 WTC bombing co-conspirator and terrorist apologist.”

Neither of these two yodeling degenerates ought to be allowed into the US at all, much less showing their asses this way. They should be at the top of Trump’s Deport NOW list. Until they’re escorted in cuffs and shackles onto the flight back to whatever desert shithole they call home, they should be held in a nice, cozy cell on Riker’s Island’s roughest, meanest block-tier. Straight GenPop—no PC, no privileges, no private cell, full integration with the other incarcerees. The Nazi Lowriders, the Mexican Mafia, the Gangster Disciples, whothehellever wants to take a pop at their sorry asses, have at it. Every screw on the block needs to develop a serious case of the Cain’t See disease any time they see a squad of big, burly pipehitters maneuvering these two scrags into a tight, poorly-lighted area.

For the life of me, I just cannot see how ANY self-respecting New Yorker could countenance casting a ballot for this Mamdani turdball. Yes, I am aware that the place is jam-packed from the Bronx to the Battery with dyed-in-the-wool Leftards; that in NYC even the Republicans have to tack a “-Liberal” onto their name, and even then they seldom win; that even the so-called “conservatives” are just like those in Europe—ie, NOT.

Nevertheless.

Lest we forget, this is still the city that suffered immensely in the long, drawn-out aftermath of 9/11; there are still folks there who vividly remember that blackest of days. And now, having survived that hellish nightmare, having buried thousands of their fellow New Yorkers afterward, having for weeks inhaled lungful after lungful of the acrid, choking smoke made of the burning buildings, office furniture, carpets, cars, etc—a good portion of which smoke consisted also of the incinerated bodies of yet more of their fellow New Yorkers (firefighters, cops, EMTs. WTC office personnel, friends, neighbors)—they’re going to line up like goddamned lemmings and elect as mayor an evil sumbitch who consorts with, flatters, and flashes his toothiest whore’s grin at those self-same pusbags? As if 1993 and 9/11 had never even happened at all?

If they DO usher this Muzzie-fellating Commie cretin into Gracie Mansion, the überliberal gobshites of NYC deserve whatever fiery Hell rains down upon their empty noggins afterward, and should NOT receive a jot or tittle of sympathy, alms, or taxpayer-funded assistance of any kind from any of the rest of us, forevermore. No bailouts. No charity. No FederalGovCo largesse whatever. Period fucking DOT.

SRSLY?!? Jeez O’ Pete, what the actual fucking FUCK, New York?

On the other hand, just got this excellent email:

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Republicans have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity here in New York. With Zohran Mamdani and Andrew Cuomo splitting liberal voters, Republicans are primed for victory.

New York has been on the backslide for years now with rising crime, failing schools, the highest cost of living in the country, and incompetent leadership in the Mayor’s office.

Maybe it’s time to give Republicans a chance to clean things up and HUMILIATE the Democrats by beating them in a race they took for granted. New York City has always been symbolic of our great nation and the American Dream.

But now she’s at a crossroads.

Zohran Mamdani wants to destroy our great city with his Socialist Agenda, increasing crime and taxing everyone into poverty.

Republican candidate Curtis Sliwa doesn’t just talk a big game – he walks it. New Yorkers know Sliwa, and he has their trust.

God, if only. I’m rooting for ya, Curtis, truly I am. I just wish I could see it happening. If NYC is to be saved from the folly of its own people, something I’m increasingly doubtful of, it will be up to you and others like you to accomplish it.

Alas, I fear that New York’s deeply-entrenched liberal ultramajority, both government and private sector, will have to experience a stem-to-stern Detroit-style meltdown before they’ll open their eyes, take a good look around, and finally decide to unass the creaky, cobbled-together merry-go-round of hard-Left doxology.

Perrhaps not, though; even with four out of the five Boroughs in flames (nobody includes Staten Island in these calculations, it remains a world unto itself), the Metrop collapsing into anarchy and brigandry, feral Nigras from the urban jungle on the rampage all over town, no more humanity in their dead, glassy eyes than a Great White Shark has in its—smashing, bashing, burning, looting, pillaging—electrical power intermittent at best, city services such as garbage pickup, the NYPD/FD, and mass transit completely kaput, and the  great panoply of human misery that inevitably accompanies years of unchecked liberal/Leftist (mis)rule, they still might well choose to cling to the very thing that destroyed them.

Libs can be stubborn like that, you know. If they were intelligent, honest, and broad-minded enough to accept the evidence of their own lyin’ eyes and just face facts, they wouldn’t be shitlibs in the first place, now would they?

Sliwa’s donation website is here.

AWWWWW

My heart, it bleeds for the poor dears.

Blue city ‘breaking point’: San Francisco wants Trump’s help on crime
Blue cities are cesspits of crime.

Blue politicians don’t want to do anything about it.

At least some blue-city citizens seem to disagree with this approach.

Will President Donald Trump capitalize on the split?

Salesforce CEO Marc Benioff last week called for Trump to send the National Guard to clean up San Francisco, where his company is based.

“We don’t have enough cops,” Benioff told The New York Times.

“So if they can be cops, I’m all for it.”

Democrats responded with fury.

“This is a slap in the face to San Francisco,” huffed Board of Supervisors member Matt Dorsey.

Well, maybe to its leadership, but San Franciscans themselves seem to feel a bit differently.

In June, a citywide survey found that 80% of residents support “federal help and resources to deport undocumented fentanyl dealers.”

“Even in a city renowned for its bleeding heart, there is a breaking point,” Liz Le wrote in The Voice of San Francisco — “a collective exasperation with those who weaponize our compassion to fuel a crisis.”

it is to laugh. No cops, no Guard, no soldiers, no financial assistance, no nothin’ for them…other than welkin-ringing gales of sardonic laughter from Red State Americans as they delight in the satisfying spectacle of smug, Smarterer-Than-You hard Left assclowns being forced at last to stew in their own rancid juices.

Suffer, bitches.

How do we end this?

Sorry, ain’t but one way that happens: we end THEM.

Illinois State University faculty member flips Turning Point USA tables on campus: ‘Jesus did it’

Turning Point USA table on campus this week, viral video shows.

The accused vandal, Derek Lopez, was caught on camera speaking to a man standing near the table — which had been set up by students in the group to promote political YouTuber and comedian Alex Stein’s Oct. 20 event at the university, according to video, local police and various X posts about the ugly incident.

“Well, you know, Jesus did it, so you know I gotta do it, right?” Lopez, 27, of El Paso, Ill. — a teacher’s assistant and graduate student at the university — tells the man before the footage shows him tossing the table over, sending pins, flyers and other items rocketing into the air.

The filthy waste of protoplasm was caught on vid, natch.

Lopez who sports red pants, a black and red flannel and a bun in the clip, is then seen taking off with a wave.

“Thanks guys, have a great day,” he sneers.

A man-bun, no less. Because of COURSE the twee little faculty-lounge Fauntleroy has one.

The very LEAST this cockroach deserves is to have his ass kicked up between his shoulder blades. I’d really rather see his skull ventilated by a .308 caliber mag dump from afar, but failing that I’m willing to accept an ass-whupping so severe he’ll never either forget or recover fully from it. Y’know, if I must.

No, I am NOT fucking kidding. Made a small change to the “Shitlist” category just for Professor Pricklick; see if you can spot what it is.

Update! Okay, ,just got up and watched the vid of this twatwaffle waving his chipmunk-dick at better people than he’ll EVER be again, and it hit me like a thunderbolt: this man-bunned feeb is quite obviously nothing but a punk, a pussy, a pissant—as emasculated a sniveling wad of girly-man goo as ever squatted to take a whiz. Yet he is clearly so certain of getting away with this childish vandalism without repercussion that he actually swings back by the scene of his pitiful “crime” for a second go.

But nobody does a fucking thing. Nobody gets to his feet and gets in the guy’s way, nobody admonishes him, nobody even so much as politely asks him to pretty please knock it off, sir. What goes on here? Please, please, please, PLEASE tell me there was at least one (1) actual Pyrsynzz Of Penizz in the vicinity with stones enough to trot quietly up behind Mr Man-Bunny-Bun, hurl the weak sister to the ground, climb up a-straddle of his sunken chest and immobilize his arms with his knees, seize that wad of man-bun in one fist, and use it as a convenient grab-handle for smashing this doofus’s head into the ground repeatedly, until he quacks like.a duck and lies still.

What, you gonna tell me that there was NOBODY testosterone-enriched enough to descry that TA Poindexter had just perpetrated an unprovoked assault against the personal property and 1st Amendment rights of perfectly innocent people who weren’t traducing any laws, edicts, or ordinances, and had done nothing whatsoever to harm the Liberal AVENGER!! in any fahion? No one who could register the ugly scene, identity a needless injustice being flagrantly, tauntingly played out openly before everyone within sight and take appropriate steps to reinstitute the bounds of decency, respect, tolerance, and grown-up behavior.

From the looks of this douchetool, it wouldn’t by any means require some kind of Bruce Lee, Mike Tyson, or Chuck Norris to step in and shore up our societal norms and standards of civil conduct by whaling the everloving blue-eyed tarnation out of this limpdick punk-ass. Hell, the job wouldn’t take a particularly big, burly, or muscle-bound type, really, nor someone trained and proficient in karate, boxing, or grappling to settle Widdle Angwy Baby’s hash, just a normal, ordinary man who’s had just about enough of shitlib brats gettting away with any and every kind of public tantrum they care to throw—fed up to such a degree that he’s willing to teach these little shits aome manners by giving them the spanking they so desperately need but never got from their wimpy shitlib parents.

SURELY, on that entire campus, there HAD to be ONE such man, right? Right? RIIIIGHT?!? I do declare, the more crap like this I see, the more i wonder if there’s stil one left in the whole dang country, frankly.

Broken windows national defense?

And you thought Broken Windows Theory was only applicable to urban crime.

Broken Windows at the Pentagon
On September 10, 2001, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld delivered a speech identifying the department’s bureaucracy as the nation’s most pressing adversary and asserting his determination to liberate the Department of Defense. Twenty-four years later, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth delivered a comparable speech outlining revisions to military fitness standards and training requirements and declaring his intention to “liberate America’s warriors.”

Rumsfeld grandly characterized his reforms as transformation; Hegseth humbly characterized his changes as common sense.

Notably, Hegseth directly invoked a forty-year-old truism known as the Broken Windows Theory.

Introduced in 1982 by James Q. Wilson and George L. Kelling, an authority on public administration and a criminologist, respectively, the thesis argued that if a broken window is left unrepaired, then all the rest of the windows will soon be broken and the sequence from antisocial to criminal behavior will commence.

In particular, Hegseth elaborated on his two criteria for reinstituting past standards — the E-6 and 1990 tests.

Under the former, if a proposed change enables E-6s (or O-3s) “to get back to basics”, then the change is justified.

Under the latter, if a standard was in existence in 1990 and was modified for reasons other than changes to the battlefield, then the original is reinstated.

Curiously, Hegseth acknowledged he had no specific rationale for picking 1990 – “seems to be as good a place to start as any.”

Broken Windows Theory provides a clue.

I gotta admit, it does at that.

Y’all know already how much I like Hegseth; this article does nothing to alter that view one whit. Read the rest to find out why. I say again: SecWar Pete Hegseth is the right man in the right job at the right moment, no two ways about it.

It’s a celebration, bitch!

One of the funniest things I ever saw, on TeeWee or anyplace else. Most of you will probably remember it well, and any of you who have’t seen it before, trust me: you’re in for a real treat, bitches.

Good, good stuff. Tragically, Charlie Murphy is yet another stellar entertainer who left us way too soon.

Murphy was a resident of Tewksbury Township, New Jersey. He was married to Tisha Taylor Murphy from 1997 until her death from cervical cancer in December 2009. The couple had two children together, and Murphy had a child from a previous relationship. He was a karate practitioner.

Murphy died from leukemia on April 12, 2017, at age 57 in New York City, New York.

Sad, sad, sad. The Prince skit at the first of the above vid is funny as all hell, too.

Fare thee well

To Ace Frehley. founding member and for many years lead guitarist of KISS.

KISS founding member Ace Frehley dead at 74
KISS founding member reportedly suffered from a brain bleed last month

Jeezum H CROW, 74?!? Can that POSSIBLY be right? He’s actually, like, 35 or so, isn’t he?

KISS founding member Ace Frehley has died after suffering injuries from a fall last month. He was 74.

Frehley’s family confirmed his death to Fox News Digital.

“We are completely devastated and heartbroken. In his last moments, we were fortunate enough to have been able to surround him with loving, caring, peaceful words, thoughts, prayers and intentions as he left this earth,” the statement from his family said.

“We cherish all of his finest memories, his laughter, and celebrate his strengths and kindness that he bestowed upon others. The magnitude of his passing is of epic proportions, and beyond comprehension. Reflecting on all of his incredible life achievements, Ace’s memory will continue to live on forever!”

Well, if I have anything to say about it it damned sure will. Nothing personal here, but you can keep your Bruce Kulicks and your Vinny Vincents for all me—there’ll never be any other KISS lead guitarist but ACE as far as I’m concerned.

Inline update! Notice, if you will, at several points in the above solo Ace goes to the low-E string and it’s gotten so badly out of tune (flat, I mean) that he has to start pulling it hard sharp to make it sound right. Only a seriously good player would even think of such a stratagem in the heat of a high-pressure onstage moment. Which, Ace really WAS a much better guitarist than he ever got credit for being; there are quite a few clues to this home truth for those of us who know how to spot ‘em. In fact, only a seriously good player would be irritated enough by that one out-of-tune string to even think it needed addressing by anyone other than his guitar tech, after the solo and the song were over.

Farewell, Paul “Ace” Frehley, and thanks for everything.

Update! Annnnnd straight down a KISS rabbit hole I go.

Rabbit hole update! Yep, it’s a rabbit hole awright. A fun one, at least.

It’s always annoyed the hell out of me, how, whenever Ace goes into the solo, these cameramen cut to Paul Stanley and just sit there like knots on a friggin’ log. Never have understood that one, but they do it all the time, with just about every good band.

Which reminds me: a cpl-three days ago I ran across an interview with Bon Scott, wherein the interviewer asked him about AC/DC’s upcoming tour with KISS. Bon obliged, although he forgot the hell out of Gene Simmons’ name, calling him “Clint” or “Cliff” or some such. It was funny as all hell, I’ll have to see if I can’t dig that one up and attach it to this post.

Better days update! CARL Neiher Cliff nor Clint; it was Carl, dammit.

Pretty rarified circles the Bonny boy traveled in before dying too young, I must say.

Icky update! So I switch back over to the classical stream, click on “Play,” and what do I hear firsr thing but an ad for an upcoming show extolling the unbearable cacophonist Philip Glass and his amazing infuence on orchestral music. UGH! No sale, pally, it’s back to the KISS vids for me, thanks.

SO, how’s that Israel-Hamas “peace” treaty working out?

OH, about like you’d expect—or, in the Cliffs Notes version, NOT. TOO. GOOD.

Hamas carries out public executions — just hours after peace treaty signing
Hamas carried out mass public executions in Gaza on Monday, gruesome video shows — as the bloodthirsty terror group desperately seeks to maintain control over the Palestinian enclave and punish those it deems “collaborators with Israel.”

The barbaric reprisal came just hours after President Trump declared the “end of an age of terror and death” and signed a document enshrining his 20-point peace plan.

The graphic footage shows eight badly beaten, blindfolded men kneeling in the street before each is shot dead by Hamas gunmen in front of a cheering crowd.

The terror group said, without providing evidence, that the killings targeted “criminals and collaborators with Israel,” the BBC reported. Well, like, DUUHHHH!

As I’m fond of saying, murderous thugs gotta murderous thug. Any even half-sentient being gullible enough to kid him/her/itself into believing that a “peace” accord with bloodthirsty Islamist animals will ever be worth much more than the simple chronic halitosis expelled during the negotiations is a blind-ass fool.

Likewise for the likelihood of said accord lasting much longer than the thread of grey-blue smoke spiraling up from the butt-end of the last cigarette casually tossed, still burning, into the conference-room ashtray. Same-same with the odds of any agglomeration of murderin’ Muzzrats actually honoring the terms and conditions laid down by said treaty.

COLD, HARD FACT: Moslem brutality, irredeemable fanaticism, and their intractable Stone-Age belief in the absolute veracity of every last demand made of them by the Holy Koran have been with us for oh, about fifteen hundred years or so. They are NOT going anywhere, and no scrotum-shriveled sofa-soldier too indolent to wage for-real WAR on Mohammedan savages should feel entitled to be congratulating himself over a few celebratory brewskis for having “defeated” an enemy he’s never actually encountered except on TV.

This goes double for the brave wannabe warriors residing in any of several suicidal Western nations which have wittingly imported multiple brigades, divisions, corps, and armies’ worth of military-age Moslem males who tend to be physically fit, violence-prone, ineducable, and altogether willing to blow himself into Kibble ’N Bits, provided he gets to take out a few Infidels into the bomb-vest bargain.

Truth is, absent:

  • Some sort of chaotic global upheaval along the lines of, say, economic collapse, the complete breakdown of law and order in a major city, or an extreme surge in vigilantism in the rural ones
  • A widespread, fast-spreading outbreak of fatal disease in Mooselimb-majority regions
  • Plagues of locusts, frogs, boils,and flies across the Middle East entire
  • Continent-spanning natural disasters such as hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, and/or volcanic eruptions
  • Sundry other mass extinction-level events smiting the faithful servants of Allah the All-Seeing, All-Knowing, All-Wise, and All-Goat-Humping

…these troglodytic, hate-suffused rage junkies will assuredly be with us for another fifteen thousand years, even well beyond, maybe.

As it is with the Pedophile Prophet, so it must also be with his demented, sihgle-digit IQ, sexually-infantile followers. Which is why you don’t sign “peace” treaties with them, you don’t negotiate with them, you don’t make deals of any kind with them. You just…DON’T.

Sorry, but that’s the ugfy fact of the matter. Every treaty will fail, every agreement will be broken, every negotiation will be made in bad faith. They consider every contractual bargain made with infidel curs to be non-binding, by definition invalid. Compromise, fair play, honesty, mutual respect—these are signs of weakness to a Moslem, nothing more.

Which suggests a pressing question: why in bloody Hell would any knowledgeable Westerner even WANT to make any kind of deal with these cretinous thugs, ferchrissakes? Knowing from the git-go that the contract will bear no real weight, that the Moslem has no intention of honoring any agreement entered into with a Western infidel, why wate one’s time and trouble on such rubbish?

Such contractual agreements are acceptable to the Moslem opposition only insofar as they can be used to insult, embarrass, discredit, or arm-twist extravagant concessions out of the Godless fools.

Unless and until most Moslems have rejected and renounced their genocidal pseudo-religion, we can only fight them, defeat them, grind them under the heel of the infidel boot so badly they can barely wheeze out a weak “I…surrender” from their bleeding, bruised, swollen lips.

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Turducken dismissed

Ooops ooops oooopsie.

US gov’t admits F-35 is a failure
With some wonky, hard to decipher language, a recent GAO report concluded the beleaguered jet will never meet expectations

Nearly a quarter century after the Pentagon awarded Lockheed Martin the contract to develop the Joint Strike Fighter Program into the F-35, the government finally admitted the jet will never live up to Lockheed’s ambitious promises — used to sell the $2 trillion boondoggle to nearly 20 countries around the world.

By admitting that the program cannot deliver the jets that were promised is really an admission that the entire project is a failure. The implications of that could be profound beyond the money that has been wasted throughout the past quarter century. There are 19 countries that either already are, or will shortly, operate F-35s after buying them from the United States. Several countries like the United Kingdom, Norway, and Italy have been a part of the program well before Lockheed Martin won the contract to develop the F-35. These countries have invested heavily in the program with the expectation that they would receive the most combat capable aircraft in history. All have seen their costs rise throughout the years and now they find out that the jets will never live up to the hype.

So, in addition to being a military disaster, the F-35 many also prove to be a foreign relations disaster as well. F-35 boosters in the United States sold the jet to the leaders of these countries with elaborate pitches of the combat capabilities they planned to deliver. There were also promises made early in the process about the program’s affordability, which seem comical today. The next time an American attempts to sell a “transformative” weapon abroad, they shouldn’t be terribly surprised if a potential customer expresses skepticism. F-35 customers have paid a fortune above the quoted price, receiving only a fraction of what was promised. The United States may find a shrinking market for weapons exports in the years ahead.

This should be a moment of deep reflection for the entire national security establishment. The F-35 was never going to live up to expectations because its very concept was deeply flawed. Trying to build one jet that could serve as a multi-role aircraft to meet the needs of just a single military branch is a highly risky proposition. When you try to build a single jet to meet the multi-role needs of at least 15 separate militaries, while also being a global jobs program and political patronage scheme, you get a $2 trillion albatross.

But…but…but…WAIT!! You mean to tell me that “one aize fits all” never fits anything? That the much-ballyhooed “all-purpose” tools, hunting-fishing-camping gear, and kitchen contraptions rarely function even semi-adequately at ONE purpose? That those mini-trucks (ie, Ford Ranger, Chevy WhateverTheFuck) that were en vogue for a while there weren’t actually very good pick-em-up trucks (what with their short, narrow, shallow cargo area; anemic powerplant; lack of towing/hauling capacity, and other shortcomings) but performed even worse as cars, owing to their uncomfortable seats; Spartan interior appointments; godawful ergonomics, and sundry other “creature comforts” that would make Torquemada himself blush to contemplate, handling even a homebuilt Go-Kart wuuld sneer at; and harsh, bruising ride?

So now we are to accept that those so-called enduro “dual-purpose” bikes—built to impersonate a lean, mean, motocross machine, but also overly gussied-up with the mandatory head, tail, and brake lights, turn signals, and horn that make the “enduro” machines (barely) street-legal, plus generously padded two-up seats, non-cleated footpegs that seem to actively draw mud like a lamp does bugs, and mediocre semi-knobby tires which were useless in the woods and actually hazardous on pavement—pig-in-a-poke motorcycles some people were foolish enough to shell out for in the erroneous belief they were getting the best of both worlds, although the painful truth was that these “dual-purpose” bikes were every bit as shitty in the dirt as they were on the street?

I can’t so much as hear or read “F-35 Thunderbolt II” nowadays without remembering all the aforementioned hunks of junk, I really can’t. The one and only safe assumption to make any time some slicky-boy salesjerk starts in telling you that this car, bike, truck, whatever can really do it all! is that no, it can’t do ANYTHING very well. And with that blinding flash of insight and enlightenment you take to your heels and head for the hills with great alacrity, before your Newest Bestest Buddy here at Auto/Cycle/Truck/Camping/Tool World© can draw breath and flick out his forked tongue to hiss another fucking gigantic lie.

What, the USAF design/procurement doofi didn’t think designing, engineering, and building a new military aircraft was tough enough as it was? They thought it would be just a super-neat idea to work up a 5th generation all-weather day-night intercepter/CAS/attack-bomber/air-supremacy strike-fighter from scratch, a virtuoso airborne Death From Above dealer-outer complete with

  • Invisible to radar Stealth construction
  • STOL-VSTOL-STOVL capability
  • Designed and built robustly enough to survive multitudinous man-and-machine-kiling catapult launches and arrester-wire traps which are the standard fare of life on an aircraft carrier
  • Bleeding-edge avionics, comms, and electronic-warfare suites also tough enough to ditto
  • Supersonic flight, multi-G rate of climb and turn, extremely high ceiling
  • Solid gold, platinum, and authentic diamond EVERYDAMNEDTHING
  • So much other cool, ultra-futuristic shite you just can’t even

Although I’ve poked a goodish amount of fun at the poor F35, I did rein it in at least somewhat, figuring that, given five-six years to get all the inevitable bugs worked out, the Turducken might still turn out to be a durn good plane despite…well, pretty much EVERYthing. After all, the old familiar tale of the puny, weak-kneed, sickly kid down the block who eventually grows up to be a sturdy, capable adult is applicable to way more than just airplanes, y’know.

For instinks: I remember when the H-D Evolution engine came out, back in—what, 84, 85, thereabouts? Hawked for several years pre-release by Harley bigwigs as the most wonderful thing since sliced bread, the Evo-powered bikes turned out to be…mehhh. not too good. After years of looking forward to H-D’s first redesign/upgrade since a consortium of H-D execs headed by Vaughn Beals had bought Harley-D back from the despised AMF wreckers who had been running the last American motorcycle manufacturer into the ground since 1970*, this spanking new Evolution motor turned out to be a SERIOUS disappointment to pretty much everybody but the dastardly fiends at Yamazukisaki Corp Co, Inc.

Leaky, underpowered, unreliable, chattering and clanking from the valve train louder than even the AMF Shovelheads, the vaunted Evo powerplant nearly sank beneath the crushing weight of its own inadequacy before the Milwaukee brain-trust could so much as furrow their brows, scratch their heads, and mutter bilious imprecations. But after a few seriously rocky years years, the kinks had all been ironed out, the bugs squashed, and HEY PRESTO! Finally, the Evo had lived up fully to the typhoon of hype to become what, in my opinion, was and stil is the absolute best engine Harley has ever made, or ever will make.

And then there’s a story pretty much every worth-his-salt military history buff knows: the true-life saga of North American Aviation’s iconic P51 Mustang. Initially burdened with an Allison not-turbocharger-equipped engine, a long-since proven dog of an engine, the Mustang was an allegedly aerodynamic flying turd which was slow, not especially maneuverable, saddled with a piss-poor rate of climb, a relatively low ceiling, and truly abysmal performance at what meager altitude it could achieve. Unsurprisingly, next to the rough-and-tough Republic P47 Thunderbolt the Mustang was a pitiful excuse for a fighter/pursuit/escort plane; it had pretty much zero (0) admirers through its unimpressive A thru C versions.

Until the frabjous day, that is, when some clever Brit with sufficient rank, juice, and pull whispered into the right RAF ear his own crackpot idea for redeeming the unloved P51: let’s try swapping out the woefully inadequate Allison with Rolls Royce’s red-hot Merlin engine! The results of which ingenious mod stunned the whole world by transmogrifying an underfed, scraggly, mange-rife cur into a fast, powerful, deadly Hun’s Bane.

Thanks to the Merlin mill which might have been built with North American’s ugly duckling specifically in mind, the Mustang instantly became the verymost superb plane to emerge from the fiery WW2 air-war forge, acknowledged by everyone except diehard devotees of the Supermarine Spitfire as The Plane That Won The War.

Hell, the born-again-hard P51D was so amazingly bad-ass that no lesser a light than the incomparable Chuck Yeager became one of the small handful of Allied Mustang-jocks to shoot down the first jet fighter ever, the Luftwaffe’s fearsome Me262 Schwalbe, which could handily fly rings around everything else in the sky at that time and, but for some serious fuck-uppery on the stupid, maniacal dictator s’cuse me, military GENIUS Hitler’s part, might well have reversed the course of the entire war on its own hook had it burst onto the Western Front scene sooner, in larger numbers.

So yes, despite my making sport of the ill-starred apteryx jet, I nonetheless held out some small hope that the F35 might come into its own eventually, thereby confirming yet again that I am in fact a dad-gum idiot. However, the above-mentioned announcement sounds as if the USG and/or the Navy, Chair Farce, USMC, and everyone else that matters has decided to throw in the towel on this inadvisable attempt at force-fitting a single aircraft into every conceivable role somehow.

Oh well—designed by committee, approved by bureaucrat, and built by hapless incompetents, the Turducken was so jaw-droppingly expensive I imagine there wasn’t a great deal of enthusiasm to be found for flushing several billion more trying to make the PoS right at long last. At some point, it’s time to stop throwing good money after bad, and just move on to the next project.

What I think will be the really interesting aspect of this dumpster-inferno will be learning whether Amerika v2.0 remains functional enough to produce a world-dominating warplane anymore; the spectacular crash ’n’ burn of the F35 constitutes powerful evidence against, seems to me.

* A LITTLE HISTORY: AMF purchased Harley-Davidson in late 1969; the first model year featuring all-original AMF designs was 1971 (the ugly-as-a-mud-fence boattail 71 Stupid Glide; the big brother to 1970’s boattail Sportster; the wildly and eternally popular Low Rider; and the slow, heavy, poor-handling, unpopular then but a sought-after collector’s item today, the 1978 XLCR Sportster pseudo-cafe racer, all these conceptualized and designed by affable and beloved legatee chump Wille G Davidson

Then, now

I noticed something rather intriguing, albeit a tad worrisome, in Steyn’s rerun of his Margaret Thatcher obit from years back. To wit:

A few hours after Margaret Thatcher’s death on Monday, the snarling deadbeats of the British underclass were gleefully rampaging through the streets of Brixton in South London, scaling the marquee of the local fleapit and hanging a banner announcing “THE BITCH IS DEAD”. Amazingly, they managed to spell all four words correctly. By Friday, “Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead”, from The Wizard of Oz, was the Number One download at Amazon UK.

Mrs Thatcher would have enjoyed all this. Her former speechwriter John O’Sullivan recalls how, some years after leaving office, she arrived to address a small group at an English seaside resort to be greeted by enraged lefties chanting “Thatcher Thatcher Thatcher! Fascist fascist fascist!” She turned to her aide and cooed, “Oh, doesn’t it make you feel nostalgic?” She was said to be delighted to hear that a concession stand at last year’s Trades Union Congress was doing a brisk business in “Thatcher Death Party Packs” – almost a quarter-century after her departure from office.

Of course, it would have been asking too much of Britain’s torpid left to rouse themselves to do anything more than sing a few songs and smash a few windows. In The Wizard of Oz, the witch is struck down at the height of her powers by Dorothy’s shack descending from Kansas to relieve the Munchkins of their torments. By comparison, Britain’s Moochkins were unable to bring the house down: Mrs Thatcher died in her bed at the Ritz at a grand old age.

“Sing a few songs…smash a few windows”—how very quaint! Anybody think that today’s Goosesteppin’ Leftists, either in Ole Blighty, Amerika v2.0, or pretty much anyplace else in Western Civ, would content themselves with such trifles nowadays? It is to laugh, I’m afraid. Or, provided you think long enough and hard enough about the various issues involved, to weep.

If Mrs Thatcher had had our current crop of Violent Leftards to deal with back then, she would probably have died a lot younger than she did, and it’s all but a dead cert that it wouldn’t have been in any plush bed at the Ritz Hotel, either.

Just another marker for how much the world has changed since those days.

“Witch”

Uh HUH. Just keep talking, Commie baglapper.

Machado Warns Against Socialism as Maduro Cries ‘Witch’ Over Her Nobel Peace Prize
For two days, the Venezuelan government didn’t acknowledge that opposition leader María Corina Machado won the Nobel Peace Price, though it’s understandable. Illegitimate narco-terrorist president Nicolás Maduro is losing his stronghold on the nation, and Machado is largely the reason for that. On Friday, the whole world learned who she is and what she’s fighting for, which amplified the country’s desire for freedom and democracy, and especially its desire to remove the tyrant who holds it all hostage.

Best Maduro can do is pretend her team is blowing up the not-in-service U.S. embassy in Caracas and that his security forces stopped them — just like he told his country to pretend it’s Christmas or like he tells Donald Trump that he pretends to stop the flow of drugs through the Western Hemisphere.

Just like he pretends to be the nation’s president when it should be Edmundo González, the man who actually won last year’s election.

But on Sunday, during an Indigenous Resistance Day rally, he finally spoke on Machado’s win heard around the world, calling her bruja demoniaca or a “demonic witch.”

He’s another garden-variety Socialist twit, so of course any sensible person would just naturally assume he has no clue what he’s talking about. And said sensible sort would be perfectly correct about that.

Yes, yes, I know, t’is the season and all that (ie, Halloween), but fi the cutie depicted above is what this Maduro dorksnort considers a “witch,” he needs to wipe the goo off his glasses. I’m sure there are plenty of other pics out there in which she looks older, more haggard, more generally just, y’know, YIKES! But going by the pic above and ndthing else, if that’s a witch, then somewhere along the line somebody fed me a whole pack of lies about witches.

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