Balls The Size Of Church Bells

A brand new day, a brand new way

Posted on November 4, 2020November 4, 2020 by Mike

Humble congratulations and a servile tug of the ol’ forelock to the new FUSA “president,” Kamala Biden-Harris. After all, she “won” the “election” “fair and square.” Now we must all bow down and acknowledge her as the “legitimate” “president” chosen “fair and square” to be the leader of all “Amerikans,” for the good of our beloved “country.” It’s the RIGHT THING TO DO.

In a motherfucking pig’s eye. *spit*

I won’t bother going into the details, nor risk getting lost in the weeds of linking/excerpting stories cataloging the numerous examples of election fraud being committed even now, all across the country. They’re easy enough to find out there, if you haven’t seen ’em already; the fraud is blatant, brazen, and entirely obvious. There is no way for any honest person to contend otherwise with any credibility.

But this is what it all boils down to: The hard fact is that the corrupt, power-mad Democrat-Socialist Party machine has successfully stolen the 2020 election. They announced specifically and upfront what they intended to do, they’ve been openly declaring their intentions for months. And now, right this very moment, they are indeed proceeding to steal a fucking election right before our very eyes.

Which, in turn, raises a difficult question, the only one that truly matters anymore: What, if anything, are we going to do about it?

Curioser and curioser

Posted on November 3, 2020November 3, 2020 by Mike

The fix has never been more in.

Historians of the future, pan-frying sowbugs over their campfires, will recollect in wonder and nausea the election of 2020 and the attempted controlled demolition of the USA by the Woke Rebellion and its incongruous avatar, Joe Biden, the Holy Ghost of Grift and Gaslight. All the forces of empire were arrayed in his support, as behind some sacred effigy of an obscure saint in a church processional, and yet all the voting public saw was a pitiful figure ranting at an audience of cars, an old dog barking pointlessly in a parking lot in the gathering darkness.

And then there was Trump… one word, Trump… no honorifics, as the Woke Legions spoke of the hated POTUS… Trump, who violated all their norms, threatened their perqs, and disputed their laughable identitarian shibboleths of racism, sexism, misogyny, homophobia, Islamophobia… the Golden Golem of Greatness summoning the deplorably un-Woke in their ghastly red hats from the hills and hollows by the thousands to hear him speak of “rounding the corner” and watch him do that charming dance thing to the disco tunes of his boomer youth, and the sheer high spirits of it all worked to dispel the Woke curse cast upon him by the legions of angry suburban wiccans, till we arrived at the electoral reckoning of November 3 — and then the real contest began.

Now what…? everybody is asking him, her, and theyself. Why should anyone believe the polls, given the craven corruption of all other news media branches — and polling is one of them, of course. The Biden family’s overseas “business” capers still smolder in the background, though, like a root fire in the piney woods, waiting to burst back into flame. Turns out the Chinese company the Bidens were courting as “partners” (CEFC China Energy) could not have been more obviously agents of the Chinese Communist Party’s intel apparatus. Even Hunter knew that — as his deal to build a natgas terminal in Louisiana with CEFC unraveled late in 2017.

Yeah, yeah, ho hum, how shocking. Get back to me when any of these scummy Swamp creatures, in or out of the Biden Crime Family orbit, is actually facing hard time. But there is one small item of interest here, albeit a depressing one.

Oh, here’s a strange Swamp sidelight to all this: CEFC’s main exploit during the Biden hook-up years was the purchase of a 14 percent stake in Russia’s oil-and-gas giant, Rosneft, to help China circumvent US sanctions on Russia’s oil sales. Guess who was one of the lawyers working for Rosneft: Christopher Wray, just before he became FBI director. And guess who has been sitting on Hunter Biden’s laptop since at least December of 2019. Oh, the FBI. And guess what else: the Rosneft files have since been deleted by Mr. Wray’s old law firm, King and Spalding.

Now, the question is, will this hairball of grift explode into official proceedings following the election?

The question answers itself quite handily, I’d say. Trump should’ve cleaned the DoJ rat’s nest out long, long ago. It highlights the one major letdown, the one campaign promise he failed to come anywhere near fulfilling in his first term: he has most definitely NOT “hired the best people” for his admin. Not by a long yard, he hasn’t. It’s baffling, and has already cost him dearly. Should he be re-elected it will go right on costing him too, until he rolls up his sleeves and cleans some serious house.

What he said

Posted on October 31, 2020October 31, 2020 by Mike

Can’t argue with this. I mean it literally can’t be done.

The way Trump—the way China will respond is when we gather the rest of the world that in fact [unintelligible] in… in… fr- in in in in open trade and making sure that we’re in a position that the world uh that, that we deal with WHO the right way that, in fact, that’s when things begin to change, that when China’s behavior is going to change.

Absolutely! Thanks for “clearing that up” for us there, Gropey.

Roll over, Beethoven

Posted on October 28, 2020October 28, 2020 by Mike

Wheat from chaff.

The habitual, two-tiered way we talk about classical composers is ubiquitous. For instance, coverage of an early October livestream by the Louisville Orchestra praised the ensemble’s performance of a “Beethoven” symphony, and the debut of a composition memorializing Breonna Taylor by “Davóne Tines” and “Igee Dieudonné.” But ubiquity doesn’t make something right. It’s time we paid attention to the inequity inherent in how we talk about composers, and it’s time for the divided naming convention to change.

And just never anyone mind about the “inequities” inherent in the abilities of said composers, and the work they produced.

As we usher wider arrays of composers into our concerts and classrooms, this dual approach only exacerbates the exclusionary practices that suppressed nonwhite and nonmale composers in the first place. When we say, “Tonight, you’ll be hearing symphonies by Brahms and Edmond Dédé,” we’re linguistically treating the former as being on a different plane than the latter, a difference originally created by centuries of systematic prejudice, exclusion, sexism, and racism. (Dédé was a freeborn Creole composer whose music packed concert halls in Europe and America in the mid-19th century.)

Going forward, we need to “fullname” all composers when we write, talk, and teach about music. If mononyms linguistically place composers in a canonical pantheon, fullnaming never places them there to begin with. When we say, “Tonight, you’ll be hearing symphonies by Johannes Brahms and Edmond Dédé,” we’re linguistically treating both composers as being equally worthy of attention.

Even if they’re, y’know, NOT.

Musicians, academics, and teachers have a lot of work ahead to confront the racist and sexist history of classical music.

Which, naturally, is a given. For certain types of overly-precious idiots, anyway.

Fullnaming composers, especially those who have been elevated to mononymic status by this complicated history, will challenge us to at the very least afford the same respect to all of the individuals whose music we talk and write about. When we do return to the concert halls, let’s return to concerts that play Ludwig Beethoven alongside Florence Price, and Edmond Dédé alongside Johannes Brahms.

Meh. Get back to me when one of your no-name also-rans produces something anywhere near as powerful and influentional as a Le Nozze de Figaro, a Die Zauberflote, or a Jupiter Symphony; an Emperor Concerto, a “Pastorale” or “Fate” Symphony; a Swan Lake or Nutcracker Suite; a Thieving Magpie, Barber of Seville, or William Tell Overture.

I won’t be holding my breath, nor should anybody else. The above are all deathless, iconic compositions whose richness, beauty, and depth have stood the test of time to become potent totems of Western culture itself. To even obliquely suggest that the atonal cacophony or masturbatory noodling typically puked up by ANY modern composer automagickally qualifies such flyweights to even sweep a Mozart or Beethoven’s workspace—because RACIST!™—is to drive home fully how preposterous and contrived any notion of “equality” among creative types is.

But then, by casually excreting that little “racist and sexist history of classical music” buttnugget of yours, you’ve given away what it is you’re really all about…and it is NOT music. So let’s all just get right down to the nitty-gritty here, shall we? Just like every other Leftist, it’s actually Western culture you have a problem with, and not some silly-assed “fullnaming” horseshit.

Black days

Posted on October 27, 2020October 27, 2020 by Mike

As you all know, as of yesterday all American women have been stripped of their sacred Right To Choose™ to have their unborn children dismembered in the womb, or to have the infant set aside to die of starvation while still moist from having still been in it immediately beforehand. Likewise, Women’s Health Care™ (another synonym for abortion, according to every dictionary in history, ever) is now a thing of the past also.

These precious rights and so many, many others—all precisely and explicitly enshrined in our precious US Constitution, although good luck finding anything resembling that in the actual text of that outdated, deeply flawed piece of shite—become now only the stuff of mist and memory with the illegitimate, illegal, and brazenly contra-Constitutional swearing in of the evil witch Amy Coney Barret to sit on the now-defunct and meaningless US Supreme Court, by none other than that shuckin’, jivin’, spear-chuckin’, watermelon-suckin’ moon-cricket himself, Uncle Tom “Clarence” Thomas.

As I was driving around for work earlier, I couldn’t help but notice the total absence of any females sharing the streets with me. Then, like a flash, the truth hit me: upon ACB’s swearing-in, all American women were doubtless taken into State custody; forcibly impregnated; swaddled in one of those silly red schmattas a la Handmaid’s Tale; and locked into some remote gulag to be held in durance vile for the duration of this national ordeal.

Most foresighted, judicious take on this darkest of all days? Gotta be the one elucidated by that reliably high-minded, never-hysterically-partisan statesman Chuck Schreecher:

At the end of this sordid chapter in the history of the Senate, in the history of the Supreme Court, my deepest and greatest sadness is for the American people. Generations yet unborn will suffer the consequences of this nomination.

Izzat right there, Chuckles? As in, “suffer the consequences” of being permitted to, y’know, ACTUALLY BE BORN INTO THIS WORLD?!? In contrast to being ripped to bloody bits, the victim of a last-ditch act of birth control?

You really, REALLY sure that’s the argument you want to be trying to make here, genius?

All sarcasm aside—okay, most of it, maybe—The Notorious ACB’s brief post-swearing-in statement was truly a thing of Constitutional Originalist beauty, for those dwindling few of us who fervently wish we had adhered to the thing properly rather than negligently allowing the Left to incrementally burn it down to ashes.

I have spent a good amount of time over the last month at the Senate; both in meetings with individual senators and in days of hearings before the Senate Judiciary Committee. The confirmation process has made ever-clearer to me one of the fundamental differences between the federal judiciary and the United States Senate, and perhaps the most acute is the role of policy preferences. It is the job of a senator to pursue her policy preferences; in fact, it would be a dereliction of duty to put policy goals aside.

By contrast, it is the job of a judge to resist her policy preferences. It would be a dereliction of duty for her to give in to them. Federal judges don’t stand for election, thus they have no basis for claiming that their preferences reflect those of the people. This separation of duty from political preference is what makes the judiciary distinct among the three branches of government. A judge declares independence not only from Congress and the president, but also from the private beliefs that might otherwise move her. The judicial oath captures the essence of the judicial duty; the rule of law must always control.

My fellow Americans, even though we judges don’t face elections, we still work for you. It is your Constitution that establishes the rule of law and the judicial independence that is so central to it., The oath that I have solemnly taken tonight means at its core that I will do my job without any fear or favor and that I will do so independent of both the political branches and my own preferences. I love the Constitution and the democratic republic that it establishes, and I will devote myself to preserving it. Thank you.

ZOMG, no WONDER the Left simultaneously hates and fears this madwoman so desperately! She’s clearly a wild-eyed, fanatical, extremist zealot!!

Okay, okay, OKAY. /sarcasm. No, seriously, you guys. I mean it this time. Until I don’t.

There are more than just a couple of sweet, sweet aspects to this, aside from not only getting a third Trump appointment onto the Court but one who to initial appearances looks like being a thrice-worthy antidote to Chief Justice Roberts’ toxic stealth-liberalism.

For starters: the oath of office was indeed administered by the great Clarence Thomas, a gifted legal mind whose staunch Originalism has graced the Court and blessed the American people well beyond anyone’s fondest hopes. Thomas has grown into his exalted position with aplomb, having authored some of the most well reasoned, meticulously constructed, and logically unassailable opinions and dissents ever—opinions that stack up quite damned well, thanks, with any other Justice I can think of throughout our history.

Thomas now bestrides the US Supreme Court like an almighty Colossus, and rightly so too. The man is no less than one of the best we’ve ever had in the position, and we’re fortunate indeed to have him there. But there’s also another little matter to consider here: AJ Thomas was also the man whose horrifically sordid and disgraceful Senate hearings—a “high-tech lynching,” as he himself so aptly described it—marked the early phase of the Demonrats’ transformation of the advise-and-consent process into no more than a pornographic Ringling Bros & Barnum & Bailey circus act.

And guess who one of the marquee performers in the revolting, abusive 1991 ordeal Thomas stalwartly endured might have been? Who, in fact, was not only a participant in the shameful mess, but was actually the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee at the time? Why, none other than ol’ Where-Am-I Biden, his own ever-despicable self.

But wait, it gets better yet. I’ll just let JJ do the honors.

Amy Coney Barrett was sworn in last night after being confirmed by a Harry Reid simple majority in the Senate. The swearing in of Justice Barrett to take the empty seat on the Supreme Court is filled with a number of metaphors as well as at least one deliciously ironic coincidence; yesterday was Hillary Clinton’s birthday. Just over four years ago, the now deceased predecessor of Justice Barrett, who was no spring chicken even then and a double cancer survivor was urged to step down so that Barack Obama could appoint her successor, one who would be equally anti-Constitutional. But no. She was determined to bitterly cling to that seat so that she could live to see her successor sworn in by Hillary, who was after all, a 100% lead pipe cinch to be the first female president (the jury is still out as to whether or not that was, in fact, Obama or James Buchanan). If you’re reading this post wherever you are, how did that work out for you?

No way to really know for sure, but I’m imagining a scenario along these lines: a large spit, rotating ever-so-slowly over one of Hell’s hotter fires, with Ol’ Scratch Himself rolling a TV over by RGB, so’s she has to watch the ACB swearing-in on an endless—or should I say eternal—loop while she’s charbroiling. I’m envisioning something very similar for HILLARY!™ on her arrival, too.

Of coyotes, and lying dogs

Posted on October 24, 2020October 24, 2020 by Mike

Biden caught with his mouth moving yet again. And we all know what that means.

On Thursday night when Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden angrily accused President Trump of a “criminal” family separation policy that had “lost track” of more than 500 migrant children at the U.S.-Mexico border, he was repeating an inaccurate and misleading news report that had circulated earlier this week.

“What happened? Their kids were ripped from their arms and separated and now they cannot find over 500 sets of those parents and those kids are alone,” Biden said. “Nowhere to go, nowhere to go. It’s criminal.”

The former vice president was likely relying on a brief report from NPR about the latest development in a lawsuit between the ACLU and the Justice Department regarding the status of children who have still not been reunited with their parents after being brought across the border illegally.

The report claims that “the parents of 545 children still can’t be found,” but that’s not quite right. The NPR report omitted a statement issued by Department of Homeland Security spokesperson Chase Jennings explaining that in fact the vast majority of these parents have been found but have refused reunification with their children, which is why the children are still in DHS custody.

“In the current litigation, for example, out of the parents of 485 children whom Plaintiffs’ counsel has been able to contact, they’ve yet to identify a single family that wants their child reunited with them in their country of origin,” Jennings said.

Davidson delves further into some harsh border realities that the gormless ignoramii who assumed Trump believes that illegal-alien kids are being strapped to the backs of actual coyotes and riding them across the border are blissfully unaware of, which is all fine and well. But the bottom line is bluntly laid down in the article’s headline: “If You Don’t Know That ‘Coyotes’ Are Human Smugglers, Shut Up About The Border.” That could be said of so very many other topics these arrogant nitwits presume to lecture their intellectual betters about, though.

Having a stroke

Posted on October 23, 2020October 23, 2020 by Mike

Defending the indefensible.

Penn prof defends Jeffrey Toobin’s Zoom mishap

“Mishap”? More like a “misfap,” I’d say.

University of Pennsylvania Graduate School of Education professor Jonathan Zimmerman argued that New Yorker columnist and CNN legal analyst Jeffrey Toobin’s accidental self-exposure during a work video conference call was a “pseudo-scandal” rooted in Americans’ “collective unease with masturbation.”

Toobin was suspended from the New Yorker after he left his camera on while engaging in an act of self-pleasure during a Zoom meeting with colleagues. He said he believed that he had turned off his camera.

“We Americans love to talk — and talk, and talk — about sex,” noted Zimmerman while discussing the incident in the New York Daily News. “But there’s one topic that remains taboo, and Toobin is paying the price for it.”

“You might say that he shouldn’t have been pleasuring himself during a work call, but that’s his business rather than yours,” said Zimmerman, noting that Toobin’s exposure was not intentional.

Au contraire, bub. The chicken-choker made it everybody’s business when he failed to make the critical but very easy distinction between what “Mute” means, and what “Video ON” means.

But should we just accept on faith that the Rub A Dub Schlub really IS that stupid in the first place? This is a Mark-1, Mod-0 Enemedia propagandist we’re talking about here, after all. Going strictly by the available evidence, every one of those people—from Charlie Rose to Matt Lauer, Male, Female, or one of the 73-and-counting flavors of Other—is a perverted, bizarre sexual sicko. Hell, even the Demonrat candidate for POTUS is a confirmed creepazoid who gets his jollies sniffing and snoodling little girls, ferchrissake. So, bearing the core truth of twisted shitlib sexual obssession in mind, just how sure can any of us really be that Toobin’s live-streamed weenie-wrangling was all that “accidental,” anyway?

DID he hit the wrong button out of nothing more than profound ignorance? If so, maybe someone should pull (ahem) Toobin aside and explain to him the modern miracle of a small piece of black electrical tape; placed carefully over the computer’s camera lens before going trouser-spelunking in front of a live monitor, it makes for an inexpensive and wonderfully effective prophylactic measure.

Or is it far more likely—well into the computer/internet/tech era, when even a relatively slow pre-pubescent comprehends that “Mute” has NOTHING WHATSOEVER to do with video—that Loobin’ Toobin was trying to get his rocks off via exposure of an act of solo self-indulgence,in flagrante dick-yecchto, to all and sundry? That forcing unwilling others to become active participants in his own personal kink, and the concomitant humiliation, is part of the thrill for him?

Either way, let the horselaughs and making of sport continue, sez I. The rest of us have every bit as much right to our own preferred brand of fun as pud-pounder Toobin does.

Creature feature

Posted on October 20, 2020October 20, 2020 by Mike

Harpy (noun)

har·py | \ ˈhär-pē \
plural harpies

Definition of harpy
1 capitalized : a foul malign creature in Greek mythology that is part woman and part bird
2: a shrewish woman

Synonyms
battle-axe, dragon lady, harridan, shrew, termagant

I’ve never seen the 2020 left summed up better than I have here. Also, I’m sorry for this. pic.twitter.com/e5i8WiMbpc

— Brandon Morse (@TheBrandonMorse) October 19, 2020

Just in time to freeze the blood of every male in existence for Halloween, and make his testicles draw all the way up into the back of his throat—because they’ve heard that tune before, too may times, and know all too well what it forebodes. Every one of the guys I forwarded the vid to confessed with a shudder that they could only stand about ten or fifteen seconds of it before having to turn it off, and no wonder; one of them compared its powerful psychological impact to what he imagined having a needle-sharp icicle plunged straight into his heart might feel like. Via our old friend Stephen, whose lovely wife thankfully does NOT resemble the above dictionary in any way, bless herwarm, sweet heart.

As shitlib propagandist Walter Cronkite used to intone gravely: it oughta scaaaare yuh to death. But it does make for a note-perfect segue into tonight’s TuneDamage selection, I do believe.

That’s the legendary Swedish band Backyard Babies, masters of a subgenre that came to be known as Sleaze Rock. Their guitarist, Dregen, was also in another fine aggregation of Swedish hard-rockers yclept the Hellacopters, who I’ll have to remember to feature here sometime soon. I’m eternally grateful for having been put onto both bands by an Australian BPs fan, Helen, with whom I was quite close friends indeed for a goodish while there. Well, as close as two people can ever be who live half a world away from each other, I guess.

All Swedish rock bands have a rep for being almost preternaturally precise in their songwriting, performing, and recording too—a rep which is entirely justified, if you ask me. That almost anal-retentive approach to music holds true across genres, too; some Swedish buds of mine have a rockabilly outfit called the Go-Getters, and it’s the exact same way with them. They’re crazy good, almost too perfect, like some kind of clockwork machine when it comes to their music.

But to talk to ’em, Peter and his boys are just the nicest, most polite bunch of tall, blonde, blue-eyed devils you’d ever want to meet. Perhaps unexpectedly, though, they have not a trace of the cold, aloof arrogance that seems to be hardwired into the German musicians I’ve known. They had some swagger onstage, which is as it should always be, but offstage Peter and the other Swedish players I’ve had the opportunity to spend some green-room time with were all diffident and deferential, almost to the point of being downright painfully shy.

Be they arrogant or retiring, those Swedes can sure lay down some mighty fine rock and roll, all of ’em I ever heard tell of anyway.

Out in the open

Posted on October 19, 2020October 19, 2020 by Mike

A whistleblower rips the veil asunder.

Project Veritas released a bombshell video today where a Google manager admits to election interference to support Joe Biden.

Google’s Cloud Technical Program Manager Ritesh Lakhar said that it is intentional that the Google search results that show scathingly negative content regarding Donald Trump and entirely positive content about Joe Biden.

He said that the content was “skewed by the owners and drivers of the algorithm.”

“If Trump wins, there will be riots. And if they left wins, they will be ecstatic. I disagree with the corporations playing God and taking away freedom of speech on both sides, basically.”

“So, I’m like, you’re like playing selective God. Like, if it was fraud it doesn’t matter, but for Trump or Melania Trump, it matters. And on the other side, Trump says something, misinformation, you’re gonna delete that because it’s illegal under whatever pretext. And if a Democratic leader says that, then you’re gonna leave it like that. So I’m like, okay, you’re not following one way or the other. You are just plain and simple trying to play God.”

“When Trump won the first time, people were crying in the corridors of Google. There were protests, there were marches. There were like I guess, group therapy sessions for employees, organized by HR.”

Aww, poor fragile dears. It’s enough to make a confirmed Android man go buy himself an iPhone, despite the exorbitant price.

Update! More, from GP.

Recall, over the summer Congressman Jim Jordan asked Google if they were actively helping Joe Biden win the 2020 election.

Google CEO Sundar Pichai refused to give Jim Jordan a “yes” or “no” answer during his appearance before the House Anti-Trust committee.

Congressman Jim Jordan asked Sundar Pichai several times if he can assure the American people that Google won’t tailor its features to help Joe Biden win the election.

Sundar Pichai didn’t say “no,” he just went into his carefully crafted talking points in an effort to sound neutral.

It’s way past time to bust these nefarious Big Tech monopolies the fuck up, and straight to hell with any disingenuous Neocon handwringing over government interference in the “free market.”

Busted!

Posted on October 19, 2020October 19, 2020 by Mike

As I just cross-posted on MeWe: I love this story SO DAMNED MUCH.

The New Yorker has suspended reporter Jeffrey Toobin for masturbating on a Zoom video chat between members of the New Yorker and WNYC radio last week. Toobin says he did not realize his video was on.

Two people who were on the call told Motherboard separately that the call was an election simulation featuring many of the New Yorker’s biggest stars: Jane Mayer was playing establishment Republicans; Evan Osnos was Joe Biden, Jelani Cobb was establishment Democrats, Masha Gessen played Donald Trump, Andrew Marantz was the far right, Sue Halpern was left wing democrats, Dexter Filkins was the military, and Jeffrey Toobin playing the courts. There were also a handful of other producers on the call from the New Yorker and WNYC.

Both people, who spoke on the condition of anonymity in order to speak freely, noted that it was unclear how much each individual person on the call saw, but both of the people we spoke to said that they saw Toobin jerking off. The two sources described a juncture in the election simulation when there was a strategy session, and the Democrats and Republicans went into their respective break out rooms for about 10 minutes. At this point, they said, it seemed like Toobin was on a second video call. The sources said that when the groups returned from their break out rooms, Toobin lowered the camera. The people on the call said they could see Toobin touching his penis. Toobin then left the call. Moments later, he called back in, seemingly unaware of what his colleagues had been able to see, and the simulation continued.

And we’re all supposed to believe that it’s Trump who’s the degenerate.

Update! Didn’t think of it until just now, but I believe I’m gonna put up permanent links to MeWe, Gab, and Duck Duck Go over in the right sidebar. Just as a public service, y’unnerstand.

Those who want mayhem should be careful what they wish for

Posted on October 19, 2020October 19, 2020 by Mike

Any questions?

These fliers are being left in Kansas City neighborhoods. This on top of our former KS National Committeeman getting run over on his yard due to his Trump sign. Please pray that America will reject this violence and hate.

A wee mite late for that, I’m afraid. We’ll be better served praying that the right side wins the war that has been forced upon us instead. Here’s the flier he mentions:

“Fair warning,” is it? Well, here’s some “fair warning” right back atcha, slick: Better bring help. Because the minute you scraggly-ass shitbags come invade certain neighborhoods intending to “attack” innocent people—people who have done not one thing wrong other than voting for someone you don’t like—or try to torch their homes…well, that’s when the lead starts flying. Or it damned well ought to be, anyway.

The grifter class

Posted on October 18, 2020October 18, 2020 by Mike

The crooks are in charge of the jailhouse.

Hunter’s family is his only asset. How else did someone with no special skills manage to collect such huge payments from foreign companies with deep interests in US policy? He has no knowledge of Ukraine or China, no experience in energy or banking, and a crack pipe full of personal problems. So, how exactly did he get rich?

For that matter, how the hell did Joe get rich? Or hapless Nevada real-estate failure Harry Reid? Or Obama, the “community organizer” who never did a second’s worth of productive labor his entire life? Or Stretch Pelosi? John Dingell? Or any of thousands of other Career Politican slimewads, from all across this once-great nation?

Last I looked, a US Senator makes (not “earns,” mind you) 200 grand a year. The POTUS gets 400k. That might be the stuff of wistful dreams for those of us who have to spend the closing days of every month choosing which bills they’ll be able to pay and which they’re going to have to skip this pay-period. But given Morder On The Potomac living expenses, along with the requirement that Congresscreatures maintain some sort of pied a terre in whatever state they pretend to hail from to be eligible to run for office, it still does NOT add up to leaving that cushy DC sinecure a multi-multi-multi millionaire. No way. The math just doesn’t work. No matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney.

And yet. There is no further evidence needed to show just how badly out of whack and off the rails the Amerika v2.0 system of government really is than the simple fact that so very many of the amoral, conscience-free arachnoids among us disdain True Crime as a profession to instead go into “public service” (HA!) with one purpose in mind, and one only: to get stinkin’ rich.

I hasten to add that there ain’t a damned thing in the world wrong with getting rich, despite how strenuously the Church Ladies of the Left preach a different gospel. Nor should any Real American have a problem with anyone harboring ambitions towards same. But ain’t it funny how every last one of these Demo-Marxist Swamp critters—all of them comfortably afloat themselves on a mighty sea of decidedly ill-gotten personal liquidity—spends so many of their “working” hours passionately denouncing “capitalist greed”; the “heartlessness” of free-market economics; the corruption of Big Business.

And all the while, these virtuous souls are also piously extolling the dire need to palliate the brutality by exorbitantly hiking taxes on “the wealthy”; zealously over-regulating all private businesses, both great and small; and advocating the “equality” and “fairness” of some form of barely-disguised Marxism, of all things. Inexplicably, the Savior Left carefully avoid any mention of how the self-same Proles they copiously weep crocodile tears over consistently fare whenever their self-proclaimed betters have finally contrived to bring those unfortunates under the grinding, bloody heel of it.

Should you or anyone else try to helpfully correct the oversight and stimulate discussion by bringing such a distasteful subject up yourselves, you might just get shot in one of their “mostly peaceful” riots or run over or maybe Arkancided, depending on what’s most convenient. Then there’s doxxing, SWATting, hounding you out of gainful employment forever, and wee-hours bullhorn-wielding mobs on your front lawn issuing threats of violent retaliation, starting random fires, shitting all over the begonias, and generally despoiling the neighborhood.

At the very least, you’ll never be posting another goddamned thing on Twatter or Fakeblecch again, you evil fascist Nazi.

It doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out the answer. Joe Biden himself could figure it out. The money was meant to open doors in the Obama administration and potentially a future Biden one. It was meant to inform mid-level US bureaucrats and diplomats that these companies had very powerful connections. The message: your bosses will be happy if you meet with these fine folks and even happier if you can help them.

These damning facts were well known before the New York Post published its latest cache of documents, supposedly to and from Hunter Biden. (The word ‘supposedly’ is used here since the documents must be verified.) What’s new about these documents is their avalanche of details, their list of additional companies and specific executives, and the scale of payments, some which were simply for Hunter making ‘introductions’.

The logic here is simple: outsiders purchase access and influence from insiders who sell it. That has long been the story of Washington lobbying and revolving-door politics, which grows in tandem with the size and scope of the federal government. Economists call it ‘rent-seeking behavior’.

The Clinton Foundation set a new standard for this rent-seeking. Its scale was unprecedented, and so was the cleverness of making it a tax-deductible charity. It worked smoothly when Hillary Clinton was secretary of state and the favorite to succeed Barack Obama. How do we know the money funneled to the Foundation and the Clintons personally was designed to buy access and influence? Because it all dried up after Hillary lost. As politicians in the old Chicago Machine used to say, ‘don’t back no losers.’

It is easy enough to see this as corruption, pure and simple. That’s because it is. The recipients are grifters, even though they wear Hermès scarves and ties. They are paid by companies seeking influence in government and the profits associated with it. This is Washington’s Circle of Life. Trump calls it ‘the Swamp’. Retired politicians and generals call it a living.

“Easy enough” to see it? Only a willfully blind man or a pure-tee dumbass could possibly miss it. Read the whole thing, depressing and maddening though it surely is.

Corrupt to the core

Posted on October 17, 2020October 17, 2020 by Mike

Remember how some people claimed that the Hunter Biden emails were “uncomfirmed,” that it probably wasn’t even really his laptop at all, or that—most hilariously of all—it was another “Russian hack“?

Yeah, about all that.

After the New York Post broke the bombshell report detailing evidence found on a computer hard drive of the Biden family’s influence peddling, Hunter Biden’s attorney contacted the computer repairman who found the incriminating material, and asked for the computer hard drive back, President Trump’s personal lawyer Rudy Giuliani revealed on Steven Crowder’s podcast, Thursday.

The former New York mayor summed up the NY Post bombshell for Crowder: “Hunter Biden and Joe Biden are involved in a bribery scheme in Ukraine and Hunter Biden and Joe for years have said that Joe knew nothing about Burisma, the company that paid the bribe,” he explained.

“And what there is, is a cold, clear group of text messages in which Hunter Biden sets up a meeting with the number two person in that company and Joe Biden, who then texts Hunter back and thanks him. So it makes Joe a complete liar for the last seven years. It show that he met with Burisma,” Giuliani said.

Hell, the 2017 video of Honest Joe openly bragging about it confirms that well enough, or so one would think.

Plenty more sleaze at the link, none of which comes as a surprise. Anybody who doesn’t know perfectly well what Biden is by now is a damned moron; the rest is just details.

Power play

Posted on October 16, 2020October 16, 2020 by Mike

I’m sure you all know about the execrable Protect-Biden stunt Twitter just pulled, so I won’t bothering with rehashing all that and just cut straight to the chase.

But anyways, Joe Biden potentially doing sleazy shit isn’t the point of this post. Because the really Orwellian thing was what came next, when the big soulless social media megacorps tried to squash the story in the most ham fisted way imaginable.

They didn’t just squash the story. They squashed the story and then bragged about it in public. They declared the story to be “harmful” (as in harmful to the election prospects of their chosen candidate). And they cited some bullshit reasons about why they couldn’t share this story, even though they were happy to ignore all those same rules repeatedly whenever it was a breaking story that hurt Trump.

Supposedly they can’t allow the sharing of a story that makes Biden look bad because the information was “leaked”… except they were gleefully sharing Trump’s leaked tax info last week, and before that Russia Collusion nonsense wasn’t so much a leak as a high pressure lawn sprinkler. That was totally okay.

Of course, prog apologists were quick to dismiss the New York Post as fake news, even though it’s the fourth biggest circulating newspaper in America, and these same sites have zero problem sharing painfully obvious fabricated bullshit from crap sites as long as it agrees with lefty orthodoxy. And even then the Post could be total trash, but that’s still Hunter Biden there smoking crack on camera and influence peddling while talking about getting a cut for Pop. (as in Joe Biden, not Corn Pop, gotta clarify because there’s a lot of guys called Pop in this saga).

That would be bad enough, but then it got extra stupid! So while these evil media empires are pretending that they are unbiased and merely trying to “curate the truth”, they banned the White House Press Secretary! They stopped sitting US senators from sharing news articles. Then they banned the president’s reelection campaign nineteen days before an election!

If social media had banned Obama’s press secretary, and then stopped Diane Feinstein and Chuck Schumer from sharing articles from the New York Times, and then shut down the Obama campaign page nineteen days before his election against Mitt Romney, everyone would have lost their fucking minds. And rightfully so! Because that kind of blatant manipulation of information is evil.

But Correia, they are private companies and you are usually against meddling in the affairs of private companies, you big hypocrite! Yeah, usually I am, but this is also something new, the likes of which mankind has never seen before, with these entities being the primary exchange of information for BILLIONS of people, so it’s kind of hard to put this thing which didn’t exist before into historical context. Facebook has no real competitors, and it has something like 2.7 billion regular users. With the flick of a switch it can stop a third of the Earth’s population from seeing whatever it doesn’t want them to see. Humanity has never had that before.

That’s real fucking power right there.

Correia gets a bit further into the free-market-good, government-regulation-bad weeds from there, which is perfectly understandable and not really even wrong, as far as it goes. But as Larry also cautions, we’re in truly uncharted waters here. And it would be the worst imaginable folly to allow these evil fascists to get away with what their manipulations because Muh Principles™. It’s been demonstrated repeatedly, for decades now, just where that approach leads. It’s a recipe for defeat, in a war Team Liberty can NOT afford to lose.

I won’t belabor that proposition either, for now at least. Instead, allow me to suggest two social-media alternatives to the heinous, treacherous, and insidious Twitter and Faceberg. You’ll know about Gab already, I’m guessing. I’m actually registered there myself, although not being a 140-character guy I never use the thing. In fact, I’m somewhat pleased with myself for remembering my login and pass just now.

What you may not know about is a Facefap alternative mentioned by one of Correia’s commenters, called MeWe. I went ahead set myself up a page there, although since I always hated Fakebook too and haven’t bothered with it in quite a long while now, who knows how much I’ll use MeWe. But what the hell, if you’re into the social-media thing, do yourself a favor: make the switch to a platform that doesn’t hate your guts, tell all your friends, and help to make the world a better place by undermining the gagalicious Twatter/Facebleccch twin malignancies.

It’s not the crime, it’s the coverupdate! The Deep State looks out for its own.

The owner of a Delaware computer repair store where a man he believes was Hunter Biden dropped off a laptop that allegedly contained emails detailing an opportunity for a meeting between former Vice President Joe Biden and a top Burisma executive and other “disturbing” items, told Fox News on Wednesday that he was frightened by what he saw.

The man, John Paul Mac Isaac, said he has a condition that affects his vision and “can’t be 100% sure” it was Hunter Biden who dropped off the computer for repair. The Wilmington shop owner said he contacted the FBI out of concern, but declined to specify what he meant.

“I just don’t know what to say, or what I’m allowed to say,” Isaac said. “I know that I saw, I saw stuff. And I was concerned. I was concerned that somebody might want to come looking for this stuff eventually and I wanted it out of my shop.”

In September, he contacted an intermediary about the emails. The intermediary then contacted the FBI.

According to Isaac’s account, the FBI first made a forensic copy of the laptop, then returned weeks later with a subpoena and confiscated it. When he stopped hearing from the FBI, Isaac said he contacted several members of Congress, who did not respond. At that point, his intermediary reached out to Rudy Giuliani’s attorney, Robert Costello.

Making his own copy of the hard drive was a smart move on his part. In the Fox interview, Isaac says that he was worried about shadowy figures “coming back” for the laptop—as well he should have been. If I was him, I’d be looking into hiring myself a full-time bodyguard. But will there be a reckoning for the censorious Twin Malignancies and their sleight-of-hand electioneering? Ummm…wellllll, maybe.

The backlash from Republican leaders against the platforms was severe, with Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, saying the Twitter CEO would be receiving a subpoena from the Senate Judiciary Committee.

“We have seen Big Tech—we’ve seen Twitter and Facebook—actively interfering in this election in a way that has no precedent in the history of our country,” Cruz said in a statement alongside committee chair Lindsey Graham, R-SC.

“The Senate Judiciary Committee wants to know what the hell is going on,” Cruz said.

“… Let me be clear: I don’t know if these New York Post stories are true or not,” he continued. “Those are questions Vice President Biden should answer. But Twitter and Facebook and Big Tech billionaires don’t get to censor political speech and actively interfere in the election.”

Oddly enough, Cruz announced this in, umm, a Tweet. So, more hearings and committees and blue-ribbon panels then. What’s that old line about “sound and fury” and what they signify again?

A new low

Posted on October 10, 2020October 10, 2020 by Mike

Yes, Virginia, there really IS nothing they won’t try to debauch, defile, degrade, and destroy.

Amazon Prime’s “Lord of the Rings” series set to release in 2021 has been eagerly anticipated by devoted LOTR fans around the world. The $1 billion series will be set in the Second Age of Middle Earth, which spans 3441 years, before the events of the LOTR movies.

Unfortunately, it looks like the creators of the series, which they claim is based on J.R.R Tolkien’s original work, may be trying to imitate “Game of Thrones”-type nudity and “rapey” storylines. This, no doubt, will delight the left, who have long detested Tolkien’s writing and distinctive Christian influence on popular culture.

According to TheOneRing.net, the casting agency for the series put out an open call for actors who “must be comfortable with nudity.” In addition, Amazon Studios has hired an “intimacy coordinator,” and the writer and producer from “Game of Thrones,” Bryan Cogman, has officially been hired as a consulting producer.

Tolkien’s books were deeply religious and purposeful. As David Platt wrote in a “Standpoint” article, “Tolkien combined his extraordinary talent for story-telling and philology to communicate conservative and Catholic values and images through his captivating fictional tales of Hobbits, Elves, Men, and Dwarfs.” “The Lord of the Rings” is, as Tolkien said, “a fundamentally religious and Catholic work…”

As Platt pointed out, the left wins political battles “through the domination of institutions, the professions, culture and received thought.” The “social conservatism of Middle Earth” is one of the few things in pop culture that is antithetical to the left’s worldview and goals. Naturally, then, the left has employed their usual tactics to take down Tolkien and his Legendarium, pronouncing “The Lord of the Rings” racist, sexist, and non-inclusive of LGBTQ+ people.

The left is already cheering on the beginnings of the presumed assassination of Tolkien’s legacy. The leftist “NY Magazine” ran a story this week headlined, “Give Us the Horny Lord of the Rings Show We Deserve.” “Are we sure that an overwhelmingly erotic Middle Earth experience is such a bad thing,” read the article. “Make the elves get a little freaky. Allow the hobbits their fun. Give a new meaning to the inscription on the West-door of the Mines of Moria: Speak, friend, and enter.”

It’s actually a sickness, this insatiable megalomania filtered through the dark lens of the Left’s twin obssessions: politics, and sexual perversion. I’ll agree with one thing, though: a “horny Lord of the Rings show” actually IS what you deserve. Because an elevated, ennobling, world-changing work of literary art is over your pointy little head, far beyond the pitifully limited comprehension of intellectual and moral dwarves such as yourself.

What you deserve is exactly the kind of grubby, vapid, here-today-gone-tomorrow piece of garbage you’re going to get: a contemptible reboot of a bona fide masterwork thoroughly grounded in Christianity, collapsing into a sooty pile of pure nothingness from having all the Christianity excised from it. You lack the wit to realize why the only thing you’ll take away from the experience is a nagging dissatisfaction, as only an unimaginative brat’s bootless attempt at cocking his snook at the product of true creative genius can bring forth.

LOTR will live on regardless of shitlib vandalism and desecration; Porno Middle Earth will be totally forgotten the moment it gose off the air.

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