GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

Eat ’em up, Kid

Here’s hoping he sues them into penury so extreme the whole coven ends up living under a Detroit bridge.

“YOU DEFAMED ME ON LIVE TV — NOW PAY THE PRICE!” — Kid Rock Drops $50 Million Legal Bomb on The View and Whoopi Goldberg After Explosive On-Air Ambush
Los Angeles, CA – November 3, 2025 – The airwaves of daytime television just got a whole lot more litigious. In a move that’s already igniting debates from Nashville honky-tonks to New York greenrooms, rock-rap firebrand Kid Rock—real name Robert James Ritchie—has unleashed a blistering $50 million defamation lawsuit against ABC’s flagship gabfest The View and its outspoken co-host Whoopi Goldberg. What began as a seemingly innocuous segment on cultural divides and free speech has erupted into what Ritchie’s attorneys are calling “a full-frontal assault on truth and decency,” broadcast live to an audience of millions.

This isn’t your garden-variety celebrity spat. It’s a seismic showdown between a self-made provocateur who’s sold over 35 million albums worldwide and a media juggernaut that’s thrived on hot takes for nearly three decades. At its core, the suit accuses Goldberg and her co-hosts of orchestrating a “vicious, calculated ambush” that smeared Ritchie’s reputation, tanked potential business deals, and inflicted “profound emotional distress.” As one legal eagle close to the case put it, “They didn’t just disagree—they drew blood on national TV. Now, they’re going to bleed in the courtroom.”

It started innocently enough. Ritchie, clad in his signature trucker hat and leather vest, leaned into the couch with his trademark swagger, cracking jokes about his “Sweet Southern Sugar” tour and reminiscing about his Detroit roots. “Y’all know I love this country,” he drawled, his voice a gravelly mix of Motown soul and rebel yell. “From the factories to the farms, we’re all in this together.” The audience chuckled, and even Behar cracked a smile at his quip about “building bridges instead of walls—unless it’s a mosh pit.”

But then Goldberg struck. Drawing on Ritchie’s vocal support for Second Amendment rights and his criticisms of “woke Hollywood,” she unleashed a barrage that left the studio audience—and Ritchie himself—reeling. “You parade around like some redneck savior,” Goldberg fired off, her tone sharp as a switchblade, “but let’s be real: your ‘American spirit’ is just code for hate-mongering and division. You’ve built a career on shock value, alienating half the country with your beer-soaked rants. Is this really leadership, or just another grift?”

The room froze. Ritchie, mid-sip of water, set his glass down with a thud that echoed through the microphones. Co-host Hostin piled on, nodding vigorously: “Exactly—your so-called patriotism ignores the marginalized voices you’ve trampled on for years.” Haines chimed in with a softer but no less cutting remark about Ritchie’s “outdated machismo,” while Behar let out a theatrical eye-roll that drew laughs from the crowd. What followed was a 10-minute evisceration, with the panel painting Ritchie as a “dangerous relic” whose influence “poisons the well of public discourse.” No punches pulled, no commercial breaks for mercy.

Ritchie sat there, jaw clenched, as the barbs flew. He attempted a few deflections—”Hey, Whoopi, I respect the hustle, but facts over feelings, right?”—but the hosts steamrolled ahead, framing his political activism as “reckless endangerment” to democracy. By the segment’s end, the applause was polite but tepid, and Ritchie exited stage left without his usual fist-pump to the crowd. Backstage, sources say he was “fuming,” confiding to his team, “That wasn’t an interview—that was an execution.”
T’Was indeed—and was also perfectly typical of what these shit-slurpers and others of their vile ilk do every single day under the guise of “fair” and “honest” “journalism.” Like I said: Penury. Bridges. Immiseration. Etc etc.

Yeppers, go get ’em, Kid, and don’t stop Rocking until their livelihoods are lost, their shows canceled, and their networks are wholly-owned subsidiaries of Kid Rock Inc.

Via Lakeside Joe, who quips: “This is gonna be fun to watch.” Said a real mouthful there, buddy.

Update! Don’t know how I could have mentioned Kid Rock without appending this righteous Kid classic hereupon.



Steyn’s take

On yesterday’s final reflexive twitch of the FUSA’s mouldering cadaver.

Live Around the Planet: Grim Morning After Edition
Lots going on in the world, but today’s show will likely be a special Two Points Up In Iowa! edition analysing all the great news from Tuesday’s mid-terms for the mid-terms:

Zohran Mamdani made a pledge to New Yorkers in Arabic – here’s what it means

It means: If he can make it there, you should try making it to anywhere else while you still can. For those who thought Curtis Sliwa would be the spoiler, the Ugandan Twelver beat both Sliwa and the mass-murdering sex-fiend Cuomo combined, and then some.

Still, if you are heading for the hills, probably best to eschew Virginia, where the guy who fantasises about killing your kids is the state’s new chief law-enforcement official.

And probably best to skip Maine, where the kind of people who insist that Elon Musk waving his arm is a Nazi salute are happy to vote for a guy with an actual Nazi death’s-head tattoo smack in the centre of his chest.

The usual experts are happy to argue that it’s not such a bad night for the GOP because these were all Democrat races to lose. But it’s more basic than that: it’s not about parties; it’s about the country. If, like me, you’re a demography bore, the results in New York and Virginia aren’t surprising: thanks to a coalition of leftie sentimentalists, the government payroll and post-1965 immigration, one’s a post-American city and the other’s a post-American state. But keep waving that US Constitution! Even if stores only seem to be selling the Arabic version.

I’ve been on tenterhooks waiting for Mark’s first post-traumatic-election barrage to drop, obsessively checking Steyn Online ever thirty seconds or so, and as usual he doesn’t disappoint. Elsewhere, this story might make y’all feel a bit better about things.

Local NC Farm Steps Up Amid Schumer Shutdown
As the federal government continues to display its blatant dysfunction, communities are stepping up to take care of their own, and thank goodness. Here in eastern North Carolina, we have a local treasure called Pogies at the Farm, and they are stepping up in a big way: boxes piled with farm-fresh produce to neighbors in need for free.

With a valid ID and SNAP card, folks can claim enough fruits and vegetables to feed a family of four for a week.

“There is no reason anyone should go hungry in a nation as plentiful as ours,” the farm posted on their Facebook page.

Corn, squash, potatoes, peppers, and apples are just a sampling of the bounty grown on the farm. If families want to purchase meat harvested from the farm’s livestock, they can get 30% off on Saturdays with the same credentials. So far, 200 boxes have been requested, but not enough have been sponsored. For $25, anyone online can help put food on someone’s table. Click here if you’re interested in helping.

Pogies at the Farm is open to the community in the form of free events, school field trips, and market days. Pogies also has a fishing and kayak business half an hour from the farm, offering summer camps, hourly rentals, and charters. I mention this because Pogies is wholly invested in our community in ways that I’ve not seen in other places. I am not at all surprised they are holding the line while the Schumer Shutdown lingers.x

Folks, it just doesn’t GET any more American that that right there: private citizens stepping in and doing whatever they can to help out their neighbors in need, rather than just sitting back on their lard-asses bitching, pissing, and moaning because De Gub’mink ain’t come riding in on the big white charger to save the day yet. Endless kudos to the good people at Pogies at the Farm for their kindness and open-hearted generosity. One last thing before we move along.

It is worth mentioning that I have no idea what Pogies’ political affiliations or preferences are.

Yeppers, I do believe it is worth mentioning at that. A big ol’ tip of Ye Aulde CF Chapeau to the folks at Pogies for that last line; that really shouldn’t be such a big deal, but these days it most certainly is.

These lifelong New Yorkers would like to cast their vote:

Heh. TAKE IT, DEEDEE!!!

Blue state voters declare open season on anyone not a Leftist Democreep

Annnnnd off we go.

BLUE WAVE:

  • Mikie Sherrill Clinches New Jersey Governor’s Mansion.
  • Decision Desk HQ Calls Virginia Attorney General’s Race for Jay ‘Two Bullets’ Jones.
  • Decision Desk HQ Has Already Called the Virginia Governor’s Race for Abigail Spanberger.
  • NYC Falls to Communism, Elects Mamdani Mayor.

UPDATE (FROM GLENN): A friend comments: “This Just In: Democrat areas elect democrats!” Yeah, but today’s Democrats are basically Communists, so…

ANOTHER UPDATE (ALSO FROM GLENN): From my former State Senator Stacy Campfield: “Republicans can’t be surprised that they aren’t winning races in places that they are also leaving in droves.”

As if that wasn’t bad enough:


In sum, then, even in races where the D卐M☭CRAT penchant for violence, murder, and balls-out fascism was most pungently on display, the voters still gave the Party of Hate HUGE wins. Which makes the whole shebang an undisguised endorsement of violence, murder, and balls-out fascism on the part of said voters.

Which in turn means that next time you hear some cum-gargling Milquetoast of a “conservative” pundit going way out of his way to smarmily point out that the shooters, looters, and Rent A Mob thugs are just a tiny handful of radical-fringe dead enders, all Real Americans will henceforth be required to immediately punch the lame punk-ass bitch in thw mouth until he shuts the fuck up and slinks the fuck off.

What a fucking disaster. But hey, next time for sure, right, fellas? MOAR HOPIUM, NURSE, STAT!!!

Update! Not that I want to come off TOO Eeyore-ish or anything here, but insty’s friend in Update #1 above is a deal too nonchalant to suit me with that “Democrat areas elect democrats” crack. It’s true enough as far as it goes., but there’s nonetheless a distinction. to be made here between being unperturbed and confident, and being a blind fool—and that distinction is a crucial one. Glenn acknowledges this bitter home truth when he reminds us that today’s D卐M☭CRATs are not those of yesteryear, nothing like. They are openly, even proudly Communists, whatever they may or may not have been in your Grandpa’s day.

Today’s total Communist sweep, winning even the precious few races Repub candidates were expected to at least be competetitive in, is a full-throated and unequivocal notfication that this is no longer America That Was, that the D卐M☭CRATs are no longer the Loyal Opposition, and that the political landscape in Amerika v2.0 has shifted dramatically.

Snark if you will, but we’ll all soon see how deeply unfunny our predicament is. As for NYC specifically, I have to admit that I was kinda looking forward to watching those shitlib nimrods really getting theirs by putting the Red Jihadi into Gracie Mansion, but there’s a slight problem with that too, one that always and forever seems to crop up in such situations. To wit: the aftereffects of today’s self-inflicted injury will by no means be limited to Leftard NYC eedjits alone. Sorry, but thanks to, among other factors, NYC’s status as the Colossus of international finance and/or banking, with corporate HQs, Wall Street, the advertising/arts/entertainment/media industries clustering there, the pain from today’s’ bonehead maneuver will surely be felt across the entire nation, probebly the whole world as well.

And that right there exemplifies the problem I mentioned just now. Consider: how many of us have fantasized, in idle barside chitchat with friends, about finding a secluded island paradise where Left/liberal/Progressivist nitwits could set up the exact kind of government, society,and culture they claim to want? The catch being, of course, that once they debark the ship and set foot on Tardzania, they have to stay; they will never be allowed back here to plague normal, sane people again.

Thing is, heavenly as it sounds, it simply can’t be done, it’s unpossible, see. Due to their inmost nature—intransigent, bumptious, meddlesome, arrogant—shitlibs could no more leave others alone to live as they prefer, to conduct their affairs as they think best, than they could sprout wings from their backs and fly off to Mars. Put ‘em on a remote island where they can do as they please, not just sometimes but ALL the time, but which veritable Shangri-La 1) they are expressly forbidden to ever depart, an ironclad contractual obligation enforced by armed guards wiith deadly-force ROEs, and 2) has no (zip, zero, nada) access, either physical, visual, or auditory, to the Freemen back home in the States, and they’d be as miserable as a leper colony.

And the instant that realization hits home, that’s when the escape attempts will begin, quickly ramping up from once in a GREAT while to a several-times-daily event. Count on it. Best part about that is, they’ll be dropping onto the beach like seagull turds, as Security gets their rifles dialed in and learns to compensate for the drop and/or drift from that lovely ocean “windage.”

Updated update! A sensible New Yorker provides chapter and verse on Mamasboyani and the ride New Yorkers are about to taken for.

Every civilization faces a test. They rarely collapse from a single blow. Instead, they decay from within—through cynicism, decadence, and an erosion of shared beliefs. Augustine wrote The City of God to explain how Rome’s fall was not merely political, but spiritual: a people who no longer believed in themselves could not defend against their enemies.

Tonight, New York stands at a similar threshold, as voters head to the polls today to choose our next mayor. Among the names on the ballot is Zohran Mamdani, a socialist Assemblyman from Queens whose rise has sent shockwaves through New York, the Democratic Party, and our nation. His popularity signals how far the unraveling has already come. Like the birds of prey descending on Abram – symbols of forces that threaten the sacred – a flock of socialists has descended on New York. In the name of “justice,” they are gnawing at its civic and moral foundations, hoping to feed on its prosperity.

The speed of change has been breathtaking. It feels inconceivable that we stand here today. I write this piece not out of hatred for Zohran and his supporters, but love for New York. A city built over centuries that has been a beacon of light and progress for the modern world. As a central hub of the global economy, we now face the possibility of a mayor with virtually no experience, little practical education, and highly questionable values.

Mamdani represents, to me, everything I fight against.

I am concerned that Mamdani represents a burgeoning New Left, one in which American values like hard work and meritocracy are dismissed rather than embraced. Mamdani’s CV reflects a highly privileged adult life. Internships for his celebrity mother, rapping stints, endless protests – but little actual work. He holds a degree in Africana Studies from Bowdoin, where nearly every course description contains the same litany of buzzwords: gender, class, justice, imperialism, oppression. It reads less like a curriculum than an indoctrination — Wokeism 101.

He listed his ethnicity as African American on his college applications, despite being of Indian descent. His base is largely white, affluent, educated, downwardly-mobile elites. This group seems to believe that apartments in Brooklyn are a birthright, stolen by billionaires and landlords.

The stakes for New York could not be higher. This is the man that many in our city want to put in charge. A man with virtually no work or management experience, whose ideology treats financial success as sin, police as villains, and government handouts as the ticket to a life of “dignity.”

Now, we arrive at the Big, Tough Q’s.

Will New York remain a city of builders, doers, and dreamers under this kind of leader? Or will the builders leave, and take their incomes (and taxes) with them? The top 1% of New Yorkers cover 48% of income taxes. Scare them away, and we will be staring down a fiscal crisis unlike anything seen since the 1970s.

New York hasn’t been “a city of builders, doers, and dreamers” for many, many years, I’m afraid. As my friend Pfouts used to put it: “It’s a good thing they got the subway finished when they did. This ciry could NEVER build such a thing today, no way! A Chrysler Building, an Empire State? My God, they can barely even fill in a lousy pothole these days!” We shared many a good laugh over that one, although we both knew it was more true than it was funny.

Then again, except for isolated pockets here and there, the same transmogrification from builders and doers into pussies and geeks could be fairly said of the US generally. The kind of rugged, audacious, creative individuals who built not only NYC but America That Was itself seem to be mighty hard to come by nowadays, to our everlasting sorrow.

A slight problem

Ran this brilliant, dead-on-point meme over at the Eyrie last night, and I thought highly enough of its message to bring it on home to the CF Muthashippe for all y’all reprobate CF Lifers to dig on.

A-yup, for two distinct but equally valid reasons: 1) Tthe Muzzrats are forbidden to enter into any such split allegiances by their nasty little Murder Book (a/k/a the Koran),, and 2) The Commies’ core belief system stands in direct çontradiction of pretty much every tenet expressed in the US Constutution as written.

I won’t even bring up the whole Enemies, Domestic business for the nonce on account of there being no need; the cited reasons are enough, and t’will suffice, as they say.  As I’ve long contended, Ilhan Oma-Nur and her vile ilk shouldn’t even be in the country, much less in Congress.

No more “investigations,” no more “inquiries,” no more “blue-ribbon panels”

As Steyn says, we already know what it’s REALLY all about. And as always with ProPols and the crooked, venal tyrannies they build, maintain, and control, it definitely is NOT what they try to convince us it is.

The “national inquiry” Keir Starmer got bounced into announcing is now falling apart. Five victims of the “Asian” “groomers” have now quit the panel because they objected to both candidates for chairman – a choice between a social worker or a police officer, members in good standing of the two professions that most enthusiastically enabled the rapists. So, naturally, the only angle that interests the UK’s grisly media is whether the relevant minister, Jess Phillips, will now be forced to resign for calling the gang-raped girls “liars”.

We don’t need an “inquiry”. Because it’s all been known for years…What exactly is there to “inquire” into? We know who’s raping the girls. We know who’s colluding with them. We know it goes up to the Home Office, the House of Lords and at least two prime ministers. I suppose we don’t know the full story of why the “establishment” is covering for Ahmed and Mohammed, but we aren’t going to get it from Jess Phillips, are we? What can be deduced, even from my short monologue above, is that every English town covers up in the exact same way – whether northern and gritty or southern and leafy, or indeed midland and ambivalent. So it would not be unreasonable to posit that the cookie-cutter cover-ups are at the direction of headquarters in a Home Office now wholly hollowed out by Islam.

So it’s not a whodunnit, it’s a we-all-know-whodunnit-but-we-can-never-say-it. Why? Because the root cause of clan-based child-sodomy is the foundational myth of the post-war west – that Diversity is our Strength. No fifth-rate baroness for hire is going to go anywhere near that. That is also why, to the progressive mind, there is no acceptable rationale on which one can reject as mayor a Ugandan twelver who only thought to apply for US citizenship when he got into New York electoral politics. Old-school Tammany gladhanding wardheelers like the wretched Cuomo might still be willing to raise an objection or two, but he’s up against a culture that a generation ago decided the enlightened response to Islamic supremacism was to double the rate of Muslim immigration to the west.

The chilling conclusion:
The freedom to speak honestly about Islam would be more powerful than all the Cruise missiles lobbed at Afghanistan since 2002. But, if you’re indifferent to little Charlene Downes being fed into a kebab mincer, why get hot and bothered about the most powerful mayor in America being palsy-walsy with co-conspirators of the first World Trade Center bombing?

Across the west, the crisis is moving beyond politics.

Said a mouthful there, Mark; the crisis is doing precisely that. In fact, I might go so far as to say that it has already done precisely that…while tout le Western monde looked on langorously, sans even a whimper of protest. In any event, I think it safe enough to say that there are no satisfactory resolutions of the multitudinous crises, challenges, and dilemmas before the West to be found in the realm of politics. So far beyond politics has the crisis moved, in fact, that in my considered opinion a political solution is no longer possible. Furthermore, given how comprehensively our politics have been degraded, defiled, and discredited, a politics-based resolution to this or any other crisis might not even be desirable.

As alarming as that surely is, worse yet is that nobody, but nobody, has the slightest idea as to how this business might shake out, nor of what shape the West vs Pisslam struggle might take once the fog of war has cleared and the casualty lists have been compiled. Just because the jihadists are ascendant at present doesn’t mean this will always be so, after all. Although I’m not confident enough about that assertion to place any big-money bets against the yodeling fucktards, in light of A) the single-minded Moslem commitment to total, uncompromising world domination; and B) Western indolence, irresolution, and obstinate refusal to face facts.

It’s all too tempting to take putative Western global supremacy as read, a  permanent and unalterable state of affairs. This unfounded predilection could in its turn persuade us to drop our guard, stack arms, and relax into the comforting embrace of the ubiquitous delusion that all is well, that things will carry on pretty much as they have done since time immemorial. In the words of Mrs Mather Grouse, an indeiiably memorable character from Richard Russo’s terrific novel Mohawk: everything is going to be just fine.

As every good Western Whypeepuh knows (or thinks he knows), there is no reason for anxiety, alarm, or undue fuss. Such things are indulgences, not imperatives. Neither is there an implacable horde of primordial savages we must wrangle with and overcome, no existential threat marching as to war against us. In addition, no American is intent on murdering his fellow Americans, either one at a time or en bloc It’s a crying shame, really, how so many of us have come to believe, based on nothing whatever, that their fellow Americans are crazed, violent thugs bent on destroying everything normal, sane folks hold dear. Stuff and nonsense, i say! Pure poppycock!

Despite unambiguous, gizzard-freezing declarations of their eternal ambition to earn the favor of Allah (piss be upon Him), via slaughtering decadent Western infidels to the last man Jack of them, our Moslem partners in peace (FACT: I have it from unimpeachably authoritative sources that the word Islam means peace, so there) are just human beings not at all different from you or I. A family; a nice home; democracy; stability, a decent job which pays well enough to cover expenses in full and on time, perhaps with a little left over at the end of the month—get my point? It’s plain to see that our Moslem friends want the same things as the rest of us do.

Many Americans might be astonished to learn how conciliatory, easygoing, and warm-hearted they are. The Moslem peoples are unfailingly polite, trustworthy, kind, broad-minded, and affable. Their integrity is a byword, their loyalty beyond question, their open-handed generosity unstinting, their culture and traditions as rich and varied as they are beautiful.

Their love of music, their dedication to the fair treatment, respect, and equality of/for women, their placid, untroubled mindset, their inborn jocularity, irreverence, and adaptability—all these qualities and many more are hallmarks of the Moslem world.

All in all, Moslems are just as America as we are. No really, they are. Stop laughing, you guys!

Okay, okay, enough with the sarcasm awready, Kiddio. In truth, Ye Aulde Bloggehoste is still having a tough time wrapping his head around the credulity-straining notion that NYC—being the selfsame NYC where the Muzzies struck a blow on 9/11/01 so ferociously injurious that Western Civ entire is reeling from it still; the place where the long, deep, and ugly scar slashed into the face of the Earth that black September morn remains visible at Ground Zero—now a popular tourist attraction featuring mobile beer/liquor/hot dog/falafel carts, shopping outlets, food trucks, live bands, a Tilt-A-Whirl, and a nightly fireworks display—is about to hand over the keys to the City, in both the figurative and quite literal senses, to not just a Moslem but a fucking Communist, terrorist-friendly Moslem, no less.

Not 25 years after the 9/11/01 atrocities, THIS is what it’s come to? SRSLY, New York???

The repellent Mayor Momdani scenario feels like some kind of crazy dream or something—one of those extravagantly baroque ones from which you jolt awake quaking with fear, the cold sweat soaking you, your pajamas, the sheets, et al, In fact, this dream was so bad, so mind-bendingly terrifying, as to leave you groping desperately in search of the switch on the little bedside lamp so’s you can get a little fucking LIGHT up in here, dammit! Because let’s face it: a pitch-dark, spooky, graveyard-quiet back bedroom is no place you want to be in all by your lonesome at such a fraught moment. Not after what you’ve just been through with that hellish dream and all, it ain’t.

in the wake of such an intense scream-dream (night terrors, the shrinks call ‘em, as dear, kindly old Dr Rankin explained to me in his Lucky Strike-roughened growl during yet another 3AM house call way back when;  as a child, I was sorely beset by such-like dreadful visitations) is when the grim reallization floods over you in the manner of the famous poet’s blood-dimmed tide—before your jackhammering heart has had time to ease down, slow its frenetic pace, and resume a more survivable rhythm—that this dream will be hanging around in your sub-conscious mind for a long time, nagging at you, haunting you. Much as you’d like to forget the foul thing, to wash its accursed memory from your imagination like the lather of fear-sweat it brought forth on your corporeal self, you damned well know you won’t. That, in fact, you can’t.

So tell me true, then: am I the one that’s lost my marbles here? Or is it THEM?!? What the actual fucking FUCK is the deal, New Yorkers? Has the time finally come to surround The Big City with that 20-feet wall, topped with great looping lengths of razor wire (electrified, natch), augmented by guard towers manned 24-7 by armed security personnel with across-the-board deadly-force authorizaton and blanket prosecutorial immunity, upon completion of which the self-blighted shithole is declared, by proper adjudicative process held in a court of law, to be finis non habemus for any and everyone not currently sentenced to do hard time inside The Wall.

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.

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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.

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.

Hey now, I resemble that remark!

Lakeside Joe boils it all down for us, so I’ll just swipe his version as is.

A variation on a theme we talked about a couple of days ago. Vegout.com has a cute little argument for how – and why – you became the grumpy old fuck you are. They explain how the transformation sneaks up on you. One day you’re the cool elder who gets it, the next you’re lecturing a barista about work ethic while the entire coffee shop pretends not to notice. The scary part isn’t getting older; it’s becoming the specific type of older person who makes younger people suddenly remember urgent texts they need to send.

  1. You’ve started sentences with “Back in my day” unironically
  2. Technology has become your personal villain
  3. Your default public mood is irritation
  4. Change has become your enemy
  5. You’ve weaponized small talk
  6. You judge younger generations for crimes you definitely committed
  7. Your patience has completely expired
  8. You’ve stopped trying to understand anything new
  9. Your social circle has become an echo chamber

The funny thing about recognizing these signs in yourself is the immediate urge to explain why your crankiness is different, justified, and based on your own legitimate observations about genuine decline. That’s exactly what that grumpy old fuck uncle you avoided at Thanksgiving used to say.

Ouch! ‘Nuff said.

Another new category for this sort of thing has been created, which I fear will see a lot of use going forward. At least some of you CF Lifers are bound to be old enough to remember whence comes the category’s name: a dear departed blog-bud of mind name of Andrew Ian Dodge had a hard-rock/metal combo by that same name, not long before the cancer took him.

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Second helping

Moar Mark Steyn, men!

Because they made the mistake of sabotaging his escalator and then his prompter, the President of the United States opened up a supersized can of geopolitical whup-ass on the UN General Assembly this week, pithily summarised by many headline-writers thus:

Trump’s middle finger to the UN: ‘Your countries are going to hell’

In fairness, this insight was mainly directed at America’s “allies” in Europe. The particular hell they are going to will not be news to those who’ve swung by this shingle over the last twenty-three years, but I thought it might be worth doing a brisk tour d’horizon of where we’re at:

Follows, a tour de farce of some of the more farcical nation-states currently blighting this beleaguered blue marble, such as…oh, go on, take a wild guess…

*AFRICA

In 1900 the population of Africa was 140 million. That’s why it was possible for one continent to be entirely owned by another – Europe – and why a mere five dozen British civil servants could until 1956 govern the whole of the Sudan, reasonably well and better than any time since.

Today the population of African is one-and-a-half billion. In fact, the continent now adds the equivalent of its total 1900 population – 140 million – every four years. In 2020 Africa had 1.38 billion people; in 2025 1.55 billion people. By 2050 the UN projects another billion Africans. By 2070 – or Thatcher/Reagan to now – the world will have five billion (and falling) Asians, over three billion (and rising) Africans, and Europe and the Americas will be a bit of loose pocket change rattling around between those very round numbers.

It is possible, of course, that those numbers will not come to pass. A significant percentage of those three billion might decide to head to almost any Libyan port delivered by Obama, Cameron and Hollande into the hands of the jihad boys and procure passage on a northbound ship to be ushered by a German or Scandinavian “refugee” “charity” into an Italian port.

As with all things, we did this to ourselves: Western medicine eliminated childhood mortality in the most dysfunctional and corrupt countries on earth, thereby incentivisng millions (billions?) to head for a four-star country-house hotel in England. But, as it is, almost all population growth across the planet right now is coming from sub-Saharan Africa and the wackier Islamic redoubts. Would you stay in Chad when your cellphone is full of EU politicians insisting that “Diversity is our strength”?

To put it at its mildest, when do the citizens of countries “going to hell” at least rouse themselves to boo the cobwebbed clichés?

What more might one say about the Dark Continent, really? Leaving that insuperable mess aside, we’ll just avert our eyes as we shuffle on off to another Earthly garden spot, namely:

*THE MIDDLE EAST

I don’t write much about “Palestine” mainly because I haven’t had a new thought on the subject in a quarter-century. But forget, for a moment, the Jews: I understand many people find Jews all a bit Jewy and agree with that Brit Wanker Copper that it’s unacceptably provocative to have Jews strolling the streets looking “openly Jewish”. So set aside your antipathy to the Chosen; it is not in your interest to have another Islamic krappistan to add to the dozens out there.

There are fifty-seven members of the Organisation of Islamic Co-Operation; and, unlike the Commonwealth, at the UN they all vote as a bloc. So far Europe’s only member is Albania, but, given that over ten per cent of Albanian males are now resident in England it can only be a matter of time before the UK applies for “associate membership”. As it is, J D Vance has already suggested that His Majesty’s Dominions and the Continental powers are recognising “Palestine” only for domestic demographic reasons. Why would that surprise anyone? It’s in America Alone, for cryin’ out loud – although admittedly I wrote that when JD was in junior high.

Was “President” Mahmoud Abbas, now in the twenty-first year of his five-year presidential term, grateful for “recognition” by every Ukrainian rent-boy’s favourite bottom? No. He immediately demanded Sir Keir pay him two trillion dollars in reparations for Britain’s administration of its UN mandate for Palestine. The UK is broke but I suppose it could find the money if it, say, downgraded its Albanian sex-traffickers to three-star hotels.

But all “President” Abbas would do is sluice it to his sons, who, after a lifetime’s devotion to “Palestinian” public service are now among the richest men on the planet, thanks to USAid and its Euro-equivalents.

Abbas and the sewer he presides over are the problem not the solution. If conjuring into being such a “state” – with embassies in London, Paris and beyond – is the best we can do at this stage in the Great Game, our civilisation deserves to die.

Can’t quite make out how, for all his perception and analytical skills, Mark nonetheless managed to let the Tribe primarily responsible for the woes of the ME evade his notice here; probably another ((((****JooJooJJooJOOOOO!!!****)))) plot, I suppose.

Next, Steyn takes a quick, hard swipe at China before getting around to the main event.

*THE UNITED STATES

America’s 1950 moment is drawing to a close. If it ends with every US “ally” going off the cliff and the BRICS crowd collapsing the dollar, its three-quarter-century dominance is unlikely to be regarded by posterity as a grand success. Both scenarios are quite likely: for everyone accept the US and its client states, the inauguration of the post-dollar world is simply a matter of agreeing the timing. As for going off the cliff, whether one can remain a First World society of 400 or 500 million is an interesting question, but you’re severely worsening the odds with all the diversity wankerama.

To be sure, Donald Trump has spent the last nine months demonstrating an energy in the executive unimaginable in France or Germany, Canada or Australia. However, he is stymied at every turn by the industrial-scale hollowing out of every institution from your local kindergarten to the Pentagon. A third-rate politicised judiciary – with an extraordinary number of foreign-born judges whose English comprehension does not apparently extend to the separation of powers – is confident it can stall the President’s drive and determination until the next election.

Furthermore, the United States is the fons et origo of every madness afflicting the core west, starting with mass trannification. Millions of apparently sane people, including your children’s teachers and your hospital management (and, in Minnesota, your governor), purport to believe that this is as much of a woman as the late Claudia Cardinale.

Lots more yet to come, folks. This being Mark Steyn, you won’t want to miss a single word of it, I’m sure.

Update! In the excerpt above, Steyn casually flays those who “purport to believe that this is etc etc,” with a link appended to “this” which I didn’t transcribe, as per usual. I just went and checked out said link, and great Googly Moogly! I figgered I knew what I’d find there, but as it turns out it was even worse than I dared imagine.

OOF! Also, ICK! And for good measure, YIKES!!!

Imagine, if you will, being a pretty teenage girl intent on zipping into the Ladies’’ for a quick, much-needed wee before dashing off to Principles Of Marxism class, only to descry that fucking gargoyle leering at you from the doorway of one of the stalls, just before he slams you bodily to the floor, tears off all your clothes, and rapes you.

Imagine, if you will, this creep’s rancid BO; the dank, greasy feel of that filthy t-shirt; his revolting cigarette-cheap-beer-and-Cool-Ranch-Doritos breath; the nose hair-singing piss/shit/jizz/scrote-sweat reek wafting up from his grayish-yellow tighty-whiteys as he slithers out of his raggedy Chinese Levis knockoffs; his rough, encrusted tongue crawling lIzard-like over your neck, face, and tightly-clamped lips.

Meanwhile, you thrash your head furiously from side to side, eyelids squeezed shut as if not seeing might offer some protection from feeling.. Your mind wails over and over that NO, NO, NO, THIS ISN’T REALLY HAPPENING TO ME, THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!!! Just when you notice one of the brute’s hands is insinuating itself into your clean, thick, curly hair, the other one is pinching your now-exposed left nipple roughly, painfully.

I say again: YIKES!!!

Always remember, it’s sickos like the scrofulous weirdo depicted above that shitlibs will defend to their dying breath as perfectly normal, in fact admirable and praiseworthy. Moreover, such creatures should be given full and unfettered access to your young sons and daughters to abuse, terrorize, and harm them in whatever fashion they deem fit.

If you haven’t figured it out already, there’s no time like the present: the REAL problem here isn’t so much the predatory perverts themselves but the vile and soulless shitlibs backing them. Do away with the latter and the former will soon subside back into the shadows of obscurity, oblivion, and disapprobation which had been their lot until fairly recently.

Starving these freaks of the instant celebrity, the exaltation, the manufactured glamor, and the societal and cultural breathing room provided them by the Conniving Left will do the trick right enough. After all, such things are to officially-designated Victim Class crumbums as nutrient-rich soil, water, and proper sunshine are to green plants.

Publick Notice

Over the last cal-three weeks, I’ve received quite a few emails from readers expressing concern over the recent spate of those irritating “Cloudflare” bloggus interreptus pages demanding that they establish their bona fides as actual human beings before being allowed to proceed to the CF main page. “Is this Cloudflare twipe legit,” most of my correspondents have asked, along with other such queries as “has the site been hacked,” and “is this malicious?”

Well, most unfortunately, after this weekend I can now assure you that this Cloudflare incursion is indeed malicious, and must therefore urge everyone: do NOT cick on any links, nor C&P any code urged upon you, nor comply with any other seemingly innocuous instruction presented by these imposters. That second diabolical stratagem is how they suckered me, resulting in the complete crippling of my trusty old iMac, which now won’t boot up at all—not into Safe mode, not into Rcovery mode, not nothing.

In short, my beloved iMac, along with every file stored thereupon–from blog-database backups, to archived emails, to registration/unlock codes for software I bought and paid for years ago, to all my locally-stored music, to my vast stockpile of memes going back several years–has now gone the way of the dodo thanks to the suckers of dead donkey dick behind this fecking great shower of shite, which malefactors I would cheerfully throttle with my bare hands if only I could.

I’m now stuck using a MacBook Pro laptop given to me by friend Chris a while back, whose whopping fifteen (15) inches of screen real estate is a far cry from the 27” monitor screen my elderly eyes are accustomed to. As you would probably assume, having to continually lean waaaay forward and squint to see what the fuck I’m doing has already become a real pain in the…back, neck, and shoulders, actually.

So again, I caution you all: Trust not in anything under the guise of “Cloudflare” trying to interpose itself between you and this site, or any other online destination for that matter.

In happier, albeit unrelated, news: thanks to the fine folks at OPC in Pineville, NC, (that’s Orthotic and Prosthetic Center to y’all non-cripples), looks like I might be up and walking again in another month or thereabouts. More on that as it develops…

Correct, on all counts

Kevin Kinkead positively unloads on Springsteen and Born To Run. Not being a fan of either of those, I just about killed myself laughing at this masterpiece.

Happy 50th Anniversary to Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run,” One of the Worst Albums Ever Recorded
There is so much to hate about this album, it’s hard to know where to start. Thunder Road is the opener, and it begins with Bruce mumbling over over piano and harmonica for 90 seconds before someone mercifully hits a drum. Then there’s Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out, which shows some promise at times, but is really more of a soul song than a rock song. The album finally starts to display some balls with the underrated third track, Night, which at least has some tempo to it. It only lasts about three minutes though, then we’re slowing it down with Backstreets, featuring more piano wankery, but at least there’s a guitar solo at the 3:33 mark. Unfortunately it’s only 19 seconds long, but better than nothing. Then you’ve got the overrated title track, which builds but never really goes anywhere, bookending two side B filler tracks with Jungleland salvaging a D+ album grade.

The other thing is that Bruce can’t sing, which makes it tough to get into the music itself, which isn’t very good to begin with.

I think the thing that offends me in particular about Springsteen is that those of you who are 50+ got to experience the height of the 1970s music scene, when so many great bands were making so much great music. Even in 1975 alone, when Born to Run came out, Zeppelin released Physical Graffiti, Queen released A Night at the Opera, and Pink Floyd released Wish You Were Here. Aerosmith dropped Toys in the Attic and Black Sabbath was on to Sabotage. You had prime ZZ Top and Deep Purple and David Bowie and Fleetwood Mac and all of that, and your favorite artist was BRUCE? For who? For what! We millennials would have killed to be alive during that era. Imagine wasting it listening to The Boss mumble on about his friend being a good baseball player in high school. Listening to Bruce in the 1970s would have been like wasting the 90s listening to Dave Matthews Band (shout out to that one reader who has seen Dave 47 times in Camden).

If you’d like to hear more Bruce slander, I recommended our Pulitzer-winning column from a few years back, titled Someone has to Say it: Bruce Springsteen Totally Stinks.

Oh, you’d just better believe I’m a-gonna be checking that one out right away.

HEROIC!

Sisters are doin’ it for themselves.

Fourteen-Year-Old Scottish Girl Arrested for Resisting Probable Assault by Migrants
Europe is in the midst of an immigration crisis. Fueled by self-loathing and fear of being called a baddie, most European countries have opened themselves to unlimited illegal and unmonitored immigration from countries with which they have nothing in common by people contemptuous of the (sorta) Christian West and its people. Their only attachment to the countries that accept them is the money doled out that gives them a life of safety and ease they could never have had at home. Outside the bright light that is Poland, most of Europe has surrendered to what is, in essence, an invading army hellbent on rape and pillage. The influx of migrants is amplified by a cratering childbearing rate that threatens to make some nationalities an ethnic minority in their home country in the next 30 years.

Of all of Europe, Britain stands out as a country that has adopted a policy of appeasing immigrants and bashing any natives with the gall to speak up for themselves.

Just two days ago, this horror show flashed across X. The location is Dundee, Scotland. Two girls, one age 12 and the other 14, are pursued by a number of migrants who remain off-screen.

In fear, the oldest girl (yes, she’s shorter than her younger sibling), produces a hatchet and a knife and tells the creepazoids stalking her to stay away.

Both teens are visibly distressed as grown men stand around them. One of the girls can be heard yelling, “Don’t f*cking touch her, she’s f*cking 12.”

Another account indicates one or more of the girls may have been groped or manhandled by the migrants.

A video that has been widely circulated on social media shows the youngster brandishing an axe and a machete. In it, she shouts at somebody off camera that they are “f***ing battering kids, mate… You’re f***ing kid bashers”.

The footage was taken on Saturday afternoon and shows two girls on a grass verge by the busy Coupar Angus Road. A man’s voice is heard saying: “Show the knife, show the knife.”

The second girl then screams “Get the f*** away from her” before the other youngster holds up the two weapons. The second girl shouts: “Don’t f***ing punch my little sister, she’s 12.”

Given that this is Britain, you can predict what happened next.

Most likely, yep. You’d be perfectly correct about it, too. Depressingly, it’s altogether obvious at this late date.

The UK, along with Western Europe entire, is nothing more than a sickening disgrace now, beyond salvage—no longer worth trying to salvage, even if you could. I mean, think about it: when a nation has sunk so low that British/Scottish/Irish men will abandon young girls to fend for themselves against aggressive Moslem primitives, refusing to lift so much as one (1) finger to assist in their defense…well, where are you, really? Then the disgusting cops pour salt in the wound by ARRESTING THE GIRLS and not the predatory Immivaders who are harrassing them, molesting them, taunting them, and much, much worse!

That’s when it’s clear as crystal that there is absolutely no hope for your despicable country and its despicable populace. Nor should there be, frankly.

Your national pride, honor, dignity, self-respect—all these valuable things and more still have you yielded up to an implacable enemy which for 1400 years has vowed to destroy you utterly. Land, culture, institutions, a rich history and tradition you once delighted in boasting about, gone like spit on a skillet, vanished as if they’d never been. And for what, pray tell? You gave away everything you had and got nothing whatsoever for it. Not even the proverbial “mess of pottage” did you receive in exchange for selling your nation, your heritage, yourselves, even your very souls.

Once a brave, intrepid people, builders of a vast Empire which for centuries spanned a whole planet, since a final flash of former glory during WW2 you have unresistingly capitulated in what can only be described as the most humiliating and degrading act of abject cowardice in human history, even as the world watched your spectacular collapse in dismay and disbelief.

That’s it, game over. Stick a fork in it, you are well and truly DONE, old sport.

Fly all the flags you like, congratulate yourselves and each other for such a courageous show of defiance against your mewling, pussified authorities. Means little, changes nothing; it’s way too little, way too late now, alas. Your day is done, your race run; no matter what, the whole shambolic mess can never be sorted out again. All you can do at this late date is bow, scrape, and crawl to your conquerors; be as meek and servile as possible; and gaze with admiration, awe, and envy upon the Poles, Hungarians, and Czechs for being made of far sterner stuff than you turned out to be.

“The sun never sets on the British Empire!” Except, y’know, when it does. “There’ll always be an England”? Sadly, no; there hasn’t been an England for many and many a year. Your finest hour has come and gone, never to return. The worst of it might be that, in fact, this wasn’t done TO you by some marauding third party of outsiders; no, in this case you did it to yourselves.

When you’d rather have your arm broken during a carjacking than see Cheetoh Hitler do something about crime

Houston, she has a problem—a BIIIIIG problem. In fact, we all do…worse, when you get right down to it it’s the same damned problem.

An AWFL Made a Post About Trump’s Crime Crackdown, and It Broke the Internet
The most delusional, destructive demographic on the planet has struck again. No, I’m not talking about Islamic terrorists or Chinese communists. I’m talking about affluent, white, female liberals.

In the wake of President Donald Trump’s crime crackdown, which is reportedly heading to Chicago next, an absolute unit of an AWFL stepped forth to deliver a post that broke the internet. Her name is Jill Ciminillo, and she wants you to know that she was carjacked in Chicago. Not only that, but she had her arm broken by the criminals who violently attacked her. In fact, she posted pictures of her bruising to prove it, along with a smiling selfie of her cast.

Through all the pain and turmoil, she was not deterred. Her total hatred of Donald Trump shone through, as she announced she’d rather be carjacked and beaten than have the president help stop crime in her city. Jill Ciminillo, the alpha AWFL, had spoken, and the internet broke.

As ratios go, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one as bad as this. She eventually deleted her post, but not before it garnered over 18,000 replies. By then, the damage was done, and the internet had officially been broken.

Bonch embeds the TiQ (Tweet in Question) which features Mz CrayCray McNutjob’s rant along with a still of her wrecked arm, and it’s a laff riot.

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Ladies and germs, just another typical day of your D卐M☭CRAT Party hard at…well, at something, anyway.



Re: that first one up top, Ace has ya covered on the further details.

George and Alex Soros financed another rally in support of the MS-13 terrorist and human trafficker Albrego-Garcia.

Democrat Senator and TikTok Influencer Chris Van Hollen met with the human trafficker again, to support him.

You may remember that Albrego-Garcia was and is an illegal alien who was ordered deported from the US. He was never granted any kind of legal status. He conned one judge into believing that he had a “reasonable fear” of attacks by an El Salvadoran gang — probably because he murdered the mother of one of those gang members — and was barred from being deported to El Salvador, only.

So now Trump is sending his human-trafficking mother-murdering ass to a safe third country, Uganda.

But what’s this? Suddenly Albrego-Garcia has developed a “reasonable fear” of persecution in Uganda, too!!!

What a highly fortunate 11th-hour phobia to develop!!!

I know, right? Why, what an incredible coinkydink! One last reminder of who they’ve always been, what they’ve always done.


There really ain’t no way to make that better, but good on these folks for trying just the same.


BOTTOM LINE: The D卐M☭CRAT (criminal organization masquerading as a political) Party should—MUST, actually—be broken up and permanently banned, all its members executed for treason. Yeah, they’re guilty of many other high crimes and misdemeanors as well, but what the hey, we can only hang ‘em once.

Update! Yes, execute this shitlib Hack In Black too.

Federal judges are at it again. Another Obama appointee has temporarily blocked the Trump administration from deporting Kilmar Abrego Garcia. The Hill reports:

A federal judge on Monday doubled down that the Trump administration is “absolutely forbidden” from removing mistakenly deported man Kilmar Abrego Garcia from the U.S., for now.

U.S. District Judge Paula Xinis, an appointee of former President Obama, blocked Abrego Garcia’s deportation to Uganda until she can hold a hearing to determine whether the administration will let him contest his removal to the third country.

Here we go again.

Indeed. So how many more times will Real Americans put up with this shit before they decide to stand up and do the necessary, then?

(Via Stephen)

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