A Thanksgiving to remember

Poor guy won’t be forgetting THIS one anytime soon.

On a day to give thanks for all the blessings of America, it fell to Gary Beckstrom to announce to the world the death of his twenty-year-old daughter, Sarah. That will taint Thanksgiving every year for the rest of Mr Beckstrom’s life – in part because his child’s blood is on the hands not just of her killer but of the public policy that enabled the murderer to be on the streets of what passes for the national capital. Thanks, America!

The Democrats are in favour of admitting the killer of the next Sarah Beckstrom, and non-Trump Republicans are happy to string along. Here is the famously rock-ribbed “conservative” Bill Kristol, a few weeks after the fall of Kabul:

Follows, a particularly obnoxious Tweet/X from the loathsome Kristol asserting, to wit:


Is Mr Steyn done, you ask? No, Mr Steyn most certainly is NOT done; in fact, Mr Steyn is just getting started.

Mr Kristol was the most prominent cheerleader for the two-decade unwon wars that made the supposed hyperpower a global laughingstock. After spending so long urging Americans to die for Jalalabad, he should surely have picked up along the way an actual fact or two about the joint. Otherwise, he risks appearing a shallow, parochial bleepwit whose “Project for the New American Century” looks more like a Project for a No American Century.

Facts? For starters, as I wrote in The National Post of Canada twenty-four sodding years ago, in Afghanistan it is forbidden by law for women to feel sunlight on their faces. Perhaps Bill Kristol could impose similar strictures on his own womenfolk and let us know how it goes.

To take him more seriously than he deserves, presumably Kristol believes that Charlie Kirk’s claims to Americanness rest on outmoded concepts such as being born in America to American parents and being raised in American institutions such as the Presbyterian Church and the Boy Scouts. Whereas to the Wanker Right America is nothing so vulgar and restrictive but is instead an “idea”, whereby simply by getting off the boat at Ellis Island and setting foot on American soil one imbibes the principles of life, liberty and the pursuit of nine-year-old child brides from the next village. Whoops, sorry, I mean the pursuit of happiness.

Had it right the first time, Mark, but what the hey.

Loads more to this one yet, of which you should definitely read the all, it being Steyn and all. For my own part, I’d like to ask a question if I may: Has there ever, in all of recorded history, been any other single person who has been so spectacularly wrong so many times as Bill Effing Kristol? Take your time with that answer, gang, no rush. Really, when you get right down to it, this could well be another instance of the type of question which, as they say, to ask is to answer.

Beware of shitlibs crying “Nuremberg v2.0!”

Via Driscoll, a useful albeit sobering reminder.


“Show more,” I defy thee!

Nuremberg followed the total military defeat of the Nazi regime.

It didn’t appear out of political frustration or anger or internet righteousness. It came after unconditional surrender and the collapse of a government through war.

So when people on social media speak openly of “Nuremberg 2.0” for their political opponents, they’re telling you something dangerous.

They believe they’re in a war, not a democracy. And in war, they think they’re entitled to hang the losers.

Remember this for anyone slinging around “Nuremberg”. It’s reckless.

Remember indeed. Above all else, remember too that they are in no way kidding around, exaggerating for effect, or hyperbolizing when they say such things, and that their belief in their own moral and intellectual superiority is absolute, inarguable, and as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar. Also, they believe not just that they’re in a war, but that they will inevitably prevail, after which smashing victory they will grind the enemy under their jackbooted heel forever.

Conduct unbecoming

A disgrace to. the uniform. a blight on the escutcheon of the US Navy, an outrageous affront to the very concept of military service.


Having met this man and spent a cpl-three hours hanging out with him years ago at NAS Oceana, I hate this has happened, I truly do. That said, though, if Trump and Hegseth don’t go to the last extreme in holding him fully accountable for his manifest sedition, then the word no longer has any meaning whatever, and really ought to be struck from the vocabulary.

Update! Blast it, almost forgot the “Show more…” end-run.

STATEMENT FROM DoW: “The Department of War has received serious allegations of misconduct against Captain Mark Kelly, USN (Ret.). In accordance with the Uniform Code of Military Justice, 10 U.S.C. § 688, and other applicable regulations, a thorough review of these allegations has been initiated to determine further actions, which may include recall to active duty for court-martial proceedings or administrative measures.”

As I said: if Kelly’s egregious, inexcusable infraction is allowed to go by unaddressed, then the words “insubordination, “sedition,” and “treason” no longer mean anything at all.

Actually, on reflection, they DO meann something after all, and always will. That present-day “Americans” have elected to submerse themselves so thoroughly in depravity, degeneracy, and dishonor that they now find it expedient to ignore such meaningful words and precepts says much more about them that it does about these once-powerful words…none of it complimentary.

Off with their masks!

Forcibly, violently, and painfully, thanks to the great and powerful Wizard of Oz Musk.

Elon Musk’s zeal for truth reveals the online frauds aiming to divide us
On Friday Elon Musk, having figured out that a lot of influential X accounts weren’t what they claimed to be, activated an X feature showing where users were actually posting from — and uncovered (at least) a million lies.

Turns out a lot of users claiming to be disillusioned Trump voters, or anti-Israel Americans, are actually foreign frauds.

Like the one that posted: “Trump is Israel First. I’m done with MAGA. I hope Republicans lose.”

Americans turning on Trump over Israel?

Nope. The account was based in Turkey.

Likewise the woke-right “groyper” movement supposedly elevating white supremacist Nick Fuentes seems to be largely a foreign sham, and “Ron Smith, MAGA Hunter,” a prolific anti-Trump poster with a substantial following, turns out to be from Kenya.

Many users billing themselves as “Native American” with accounts specializing in divisive racial attacks on white people are actually foreign, and mostly from Bangladesh.

And so on, and so on.

Awful lot of jihadi weird-beards skulking behind those online guises, same-same with the ostensible Paleosimians whining about being the victims of “genocide” in Gaza from their homes in Turkey, Kenya, or Poland. Crack on Netanyahu, Israel, and (((***Dem JooJooJooJOOOOOOZ!!!***))) all you like, but don’t go acting all shocked and butthurt to learn that the people you’re associating yourself with online ain’t necessarily the people you think they are.

Kudos to Elon for yanking the rug right out from under certain unworthy, deceitful frauds, thereby prompting plenty of long-overdue attitude adjustment into the bargain. Kinda pathetic that so many of us so badly needed reminding of the most basic rule of online existence: Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, is as it seems here. On the Innarnuts you either take absolutely everything with a YUUUGE grain of salt, or you just aint tall enough for this ride yet, kid.

A perfect plan…

…yields perfect results.

Nolte: On This Thanksgiving, Democrats Are Grateful Two National Guardsmen Got Shot by an Afghan ‘Refugee’
The plan the Democrat Party put together years ago just came out perfect: according to various reports, an unvetted Afghan national who overstayed his visa is accused of shooting two members of the National Guard on Thanksgiving Eve in Washington D.C.

Indeed so. In fact, the only glaring flaw I can see in this deal so far is that no one—goat, male child, young non-Moslem woman—appears to have been raped by this Muzzie animal.

Yet, I should probably say. YET.

There’s more to John’s piece still, which I didn’t read on account of it’s too fuckingINFURIATING.

We all know it’s never going to happen, but I’ll say it anyway: every last one of these Muzzrat filthbags—be they Somalis, Saudis, Yemenis, don’t give a whoop in Hell—must be removed from our country and sent the fuck back to wherever they came from. EVERY. LAST. ONE. They have no right to be in this country, dont belong here, and they all must go, the sooner the better.

Update! Prescient, or just self-honest and perceptive enough to be able to make out the obvious despite the shitlib smokescreen?

What Charlie Kirk Said About Biden’s Afghan Refugee Crisis Has New Meaning Today
Of course, the Biden administration assured Americans that every Afghan entering under that program went through strict vetting. Few believed it then, and it certainly rings hollow now; the shooting looks like a direct consequence of the recklessness that defined Biden’s withdrawal.

And Charlie Kirk not only warned us about this, but also believed it was intentional. Back in August of 2021, Kirk saw the chaos as a political strategy wrapped in humanitarian messaging.

While the Biden White House worked to paint the evacuation as compassionate, Kirk saw deeper motives. He connected the rushed inflow of evacuees to the broader political ambitions of the Biden administration.

Kirk wanted listeners to understand the deeper strategy. It wasn’t about humanitarian aid. It wasn’t about repairing a crisis. It was about importing a new electorate. He held nothing back. “What’s going on here is Joe Biden wants a couple hundred thousand more Ilhan Omars to come into America to change the body politic permanently,” he continued.

Sadly, it was worse than that. The Biden administration failed to properly vet people and inevitably let in people who wished to do harm to the country.

Well, of COURSE he did. Why on Earth wouldn’t he, after all? “Doing harm to the country” is ultimately what Bribem and every other Dem/Leftist/shitlib are really all about, whatever their “moderate” spokescreatures might claim to the contrary.

Still think you can be friends with these asswipes?

Or for that matter, live peaceably alongside them? Really, why would you even want to?

“Racially aggravated graffiti,” no less. “Takes aim at people of color,” sez they. Shitlibs can discern all that double-plus-ungood Badthink from a decidedly mild, innocuous message announcing simply that “it’s okay to be White,” nothing whatsoever more? No “hate,” no derogation, no insult, no extremist cant, no threats of any kind either expressed or implied in said message. Not anything obnoxious along the lines of “Whites rule!” or “I’m so glad I’m White!” or “Black Power, White control!” Just that mild-mannered, meek, unassuming “It’s okay…” assertion.

If the hysterical, unhinged reaction to this bland, sotto voce announcement is any indication, we must assume that no, it is definitely NOT “okay to be white” after all.

It must be acknowledged by Our Side, while we’re still allowed to take note of such preposterous rubbish without being packed off to Summer Reeducation Camp without the option: the problem for Progressivists here is entirely and exclusively with the extremely dangerous notion that some melanin-challenged Pyrrsynnnz Of Whiteness might NOT feel properly ashamed, fearful, and inferior because they are in fact Caucasian/WASP/Anglo-Saxon, thereby perpetuating the countless enormities, crimes, and heartless, savage rape of the planet, the climate, the planetary atmosphere. and every living thing on, in, and/or over it committed by the White Race—a brutish Race spawned by demons, raised by fiends, released from Hell by Satan Himself to go forth and wreak bloody havoc on all that was once fair, pure, and worthwhile in this weary world.

Unique among all Earthly beings, the White Race chose to live not by the creed of empathy, self-effacement, sustainability, and reverence for Nature, but to instead hew to greed, unreflective hatred and bigotry, callow materialism, and conquest. Unlike more enlightened, well-adjusted Progressivists who regard our Good Earth not as mere property to be exploited by those possessed of the will, the brawn, and the audacity to make a proper job of it, but as the gentle, loving, benevolent Mother Of Us All which Humanity is charged with caring for, tending, and adoring. The Earth, being the home of every man, beast, plant, and mineral, must NEVER be taken for granted, abused, stripped bare and cast aside, but nurtured, praised, even worshipped as a God(ess), She from whom all blessings flow©.

Contra the foolishly humanocentric belief commonly held in antiquity that our planet is sturdy, strong, capable of endlessly replenishing, rejuvenating, and healing itself of all wounds, Progressivists know that the Earth is actually quite fragile, its processes so precisely balanced and finely-tuned that the whole shebang could be brought crashing down by nothing more extraordinary than the breath of a tiny hummingbird which exhales in the wrong place at the wrong moment. In fact, so delicate is Mother Earth that She could all too easily be broken completely and for all time by conniving industrialists, unthinking outdoorsmen, and the ugly, noisy mechanical contraptions belching out smoke, toxins, and non-biodegradable waste by-products with which White people have, since time immemorial, been blighting the landscape from horizon to horizon in the name of convenience, efficiency, their own amusement, or for no better reason than that they felt like it.

The White Man: builder of factories; railroads, cities, and suburbs; inventor of the machine gun, the bayonet, and the guillotine; practitioner of chattel slavery, trench warfare, and strategic bombing. Sexually repressed, morally vapid, intellectually stunted. Burner of books, witches, forests, and fossil fuels. He is a seriously, SERIOUSLY bad dancer. He viscerally abhors indolence; iconoclasm; rebels whether with or without a cause; food with actual, noticeable flavor, texture, seasoning, and aroma. His literature is uninteresting, his art imitative, his music (if any) dull, lifeless, eminently forgettable.

The White Man will never, ever make a scene, call undue attention to himself, act up in public, raise a ruckus, send a badly-prepared entree back to the kitchen to be either corrected or replaced altogether.

White People gave the world the curfew, social distancing, the HOA, polyester, stagflation, Hacky Sack, and the Man Bun. Uptight, thy name might be Whitey.

“We messed up”

Cracker Barrel execs play the Contrition card. But might there be more to all this than meets the eye?

Few stories grabbed national attention quite like the Cracker Barrel rebrand did this year. Even amid endless high-profile developments in Washington, the Cracker Barrel rebrand stood out as offensive to Americans everywhere.

Like Bud Light’s partnership with transgender activist Dylan Mulvaney, Cracker Barrel’s new look felt like an attack on an American institution from an out-of-touch C-suite that bought into the leftist idea of Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion. The backlash was so severe that the company publicly slammed the brakes on their modern makeover and promised Americans they weren’t changing a thing.

Despite this course correction, it was clear that someone at the top had lost the plot, and when Cracker Barrel shareholders voted for board nominees, DEI consultant Gilbert Dávila was not one of them. As I reported on Thursday, Dávila resigned from his position.

Nice that the clueless Wokester shit-slurper is gone and all, but come ON now: the Executive Suite screws the pooch this badly, and all the CB brain-trust can manage is to dump one lousy consultant over it? Looks like the ol’ Barrel is still et up with the dumbass at the higher levels.

That said, here’s where things start to smell a little funny.

Now, Cracker Barrel CEO Julie Felss Masino, who survived the shareholder vote, is sitting down for interviews, and her first is with Glenn Beck.

In an interview that took place at a Cracker Barrel location, Beck asked them directly what happened to lead them to such a “stupid” decision, comparing it to Coca-Cola’s “new recipe.”

“Our guests have a right to be upset,” Masino told Beck. “We messed up. The intent was not ideological. It was not to put the old version of Cracker Barrel in a box. It was not the intent whatsoever.”

Later, Beck went on to ask if the company had “embraced DEI as a culture.” Masino, seemingly giving the most sterile answer she could, told Beck that Cracker Barrel has always tried to be a welcoming place for everyone. Thankfully, Beck pressed the question by asking if political statements were intended from the rebrand.

“No, it’s pancakes,” said Masino.

I find it very interesting that the conversation was steered into what Cracker Barrel was doing wrong in terms of their food and service by Doug Hisel, the Senior Vice President, who also took part in the interview.

Which jibes rather nicely with all the other stuff I’ve read saying that Cracker Barrel was hemorrhaging customers, employees, and money thanks to ever-crappier food, unclean restaurants, insolent, glacier-slow service, etc well before the ill-considered rebrand ever happened. Which kinda tells me that CB high muckety-mucks have had nothing but disdain, dislike, and outright animosity for their most diehard, core customers for a goodish while now, and almost certainly still feel the same way. Which, in turn, means that Cracker Barrel’s troubles and woe aren’t by any stretch over yet.

If Masino is telling the truth, and this rebrand wasn’t at all DEI-driven, then it was incredibly short-sighted at best. However, it’s pretty clear that Cracker Barrel was involved in DEI-related activities and was becoming increasingly friendly with leftist causes. As Fox News reported through an interview with Robby Starbuck, the restaurant chain kept adopting more and more LGBTQ+ themes…

And now, we come to the main reason I wanted to post on this in the first dang place. Ready, everybody?

Starbuck highlights Cracker Barrel’s support for LGBTQ+ organizations and events, such as Nashville Pride, River City Pride and the Human Rights Campaign (HRC).

He also noted that the company displayed rocking chairs with rainbow colors and LGBTQ+ insignia. The company even went so far as to place one in its Tennessee corporate office. Rocking chairs are practically synonymous with Cracker Barrel, with the restaurant’s long porches lined with them at locations nationwide.

“The fact that it’s located there is important to this story because what’s happened here is a microcosm of the parasitic operating procedure of left-wing activists,” Starbuck said. “They don’t just wanna force their soulless, godless, hedonistic vision of the future onto blue hellscapes that their party controls.

“No, it’s much more important to them that they shove it down into your towns, into your kids’ schools and into your way of life. So, sticking a pro-trans rocking chair into their headquarters in a predominantly conservative town is exactly the type of thing they revel in doing.”

Oh, HELL yeah—nice rip, Rob. Bold mine, natch, because that shit just rocks.

Time to start shooting muthafuckiz yet?

I say oh HELLZ muthafuckin’ yeah, but could be that’s just me. I tend to be ornery like that sometimes, see.


Stupid Democreep Congresscritter don’t know fuck-all about the Founding Fathers, the US Constitution, the UCMJ, or actual by-God treason, so probably ought to shut her fat yap about such arcane matters with a quickness, before some more intelligent, less patient type shuts it for her.

Update! Oh crap, forgot my usual “Show more…” end-run. Here t’is:

Oh, lady, many millions of us who’ve actually served and sworn that oath, know both the constitution and the UCMJ intimately. Because we’ve had to decide many thousands of times if we were in accordance with each and both, before we shed blood, our own and others, for and in accordance with both.

As someone whose been in direct combat on behalf of our people in adherence to both the Constitution and the UCMJ. Here’s my rebuttal:

US Constitution on insurrection: Art. I §8 cl.15 empowers Congress to call forth militia to suppress insurrections; Art. III §3 treats levying war (incl. insurrection) as treason; 14th Amend. §3 disqualifies from office any prior oath-taker who thereafter engages in insurrection or rebellion against the United States.

UCMJ: No standalone “insurrection” article, but Art. 94(a)(2) punishes sedition—creating revolt/violence against lawful civil authority with intent to overthrow it—as severely as mutiny (up to death); related charges fall under Arts. 104, 134, or assimilated 18 USC §2383.

And, in my less than polite, yet no less erudite, enlisted man manner and verbiage. Go fuck yourself!

Bang, zoom, you tell ’em EM! Nice work, buddy.

Updated update! More buck-nekkid sedition, incitement to mutiny, and yes, flat-out treason, from you’ll never guess who.

The “resistance” continues against President Donald Trump by the spiritually and morally bankrupt folks who brought you the massacre at Benghazi, the bug out from Afghanistan, attacks on Elon Musk, ICE “protests,” and the disastrous foreign policy from the Joe Biden administration.

This time, these resistors want the U.S. military to disobey all those illegal orders that Secretary of War Pete Hegseth and Commander in Chief Donald Trump have been issuing, of which there have been exactly zero.

The point, however, is to leave the nagging, unspoken, and unsubstantiated questions lingering in the ether to treat President Trump’s use of the military with disdain and mistrust.

He must be doing something illegal!

By now, you know the ad campaign of which I speak. It’s the commercial made by Sens. Elissa Slotkin (D-Mich.) and Mark Kelly (D-Ariz.) and Reps. Chris Deluzio (D-Pa.), Chrissy Houlihan (D-Pa.), and Jake Sullivan’s wife, Maggie Goodlander, a congresslady from New Hampshire.

Hold on. That Jake Sullivan? Hillary Clinton’s sidekick in her Russia collusion fraud? That Jake Sullivan, who covered for Hillary’s use of a personal server on which she conducted state department business? Sullivan was Joe Biden’s National Security aide. That Jake Sullivan, who helped “plan” —to the extent there were any plans — the bug-out from Afghanistan? That guy who was so damnable that President Trump stripped away his security clearance? That guy? Yes, that guy.

Sullivan may not have his security clearance anymore, but that’s not stopping him from fulfilling his job duties at the Harvard Kennedy School as the inaugural Henry “Kissinger Professor of the Practice of Statecraft and World Order.” You can’t make this stuff up.

Happily, as long as we allow D卐M☭CRATs to live and carry on as they do, we won’t ever need to make anything up.

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.

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.

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