“The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory”

What, you didn’t think all those statues, plaques, and memorials being torn down, defiled, and/or otherwise destroyed the last several years was mere coinkydink, did ya?

Best think again, sport.

Upon the Soviet Union’s dismissal of 146 historians from Czech universities, Milan Hübl, among those dismissed, is said to have observed, “The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory.” Hübl went on to predict that after a “new history” takes the place of the old “the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was.” Such sentiment echoed a similar southern fear during and after the American Civil War. Confederate General Patrick Cleburne declared that, “Surrender means that the history of this heroic struggle will be written by the enemy; that our youth will be trained by northern school teachers; will learn from northern school books their version of the War; will be impressed by all the influences of history and education to regard our gallant dead as traitors, and our maimed veterans as fit subjects for derision.” To Cleburne, along with many other southern patriots, such an outcome was unacceptable. When the cannons fell silent in 1865, the pen became the only weapon the South had left, and many wielded it masterfully.

Smart fella, was ol’ Pat Cleburn. Tough, brave, pugnacious, valiant—he wasn’t known as “the Stonewall of the West” for nothin’, you know.

The above is the opening ‘graph of the deep dive to end all deep dives, one that’s sure to fascinate any Civil War 1.0 buff such as myself to no end. Be warned: it’s a long ‘un, and you’re gonna want to take it all down in one go, lest by leaving and then coming back to it later you lose the essential thread of the piece. Highly, HIGHLY recommended.

Who they are

What they do.

Our intellectual and academic culture is dangerously creating violent pro-assassination rhetoric that is creating this cultish desire to kill President Trump. It is not only dangerous to the United States but also the Democrat Party that offers itself as the primary point of peaceful opposition to President Trump. Revered Democrat strategist James Carville recently commended his own ‘trump derangement syndrome,’: “I hate the motherf—–. And you know what? I don’t want to get rid of it [TDS]. I don’t want to get better. I want to get worse. I want to hate him more.” “I pray to God in heaven, God, reign the righteous reign of Trump Derangement Syndrome on me,” he continued. “Pray for me, Lord. I’m your vessel on this earth. Pray for the people that listen to this. We want more. We want to hate the son of a b—- so much that we can’t see straight.” Carville’s incendiary rhetoric is not unrelated to the manifesto of the most recent shooter: “I am no longer willing to permit a pedophile, rapist, and traitor to coat my hands with his crimes.” Those salacious allegations are common internet talking points for individuals continually challenging one another to ‘do something about Trump.’ The burning of Democrat Josh Shapiro’s home in Pennsylvania is one of a multitude of violent acts instigated by a growing approval of anti-Republican rhetoric that consumes even Democrat idealists. The time is now for American and global society to embrace debate and reason. That requires public outcry about these calls for assassination.

Sorry to have to break the news and all, but that “public outcry” bushwa just ain’t gonna cut it. Gonna need some much stronger medicine to cure what ails Amerika v2.0, I’m afraid.

En garde!

Take that, punk-ass beeyotch.



Truth hurts, don’t it Bill?

A good bloodbath

Every nation needs one now and then, just to clear the air. According to Jefferson, at any rate, we’re long overdue for another.

Party of Assassins
The latest Trump assassin wasn’t a radical. He was a Democrat.

There was nothing radical about Cole Tomas Allen: the attempted White House Correspondents’ Dinner assassin. Allen’s manifesto reads a lot like that of the previous three-named assassin Ryan Wesley Routh who was stalking President Trump at a golf game.

Apart from the explicit murder plots, there is nothing in Routh’s ‘Dear World’ letter and Allen’s manifesto that you wouldn’t find in the Washington Post, a Jimmy Kimmel or Stephen Colbert monologue or a rant by a Democrat member of Congress. Routh was obsessed with Iran and Ukraine, sounding like Thomas Friedman when he complained that Trump had “ended relations with Iran like a child and now the Middle East has unraveled.”

Allen offered even more generic foreign policy criticisms that seemed plucked from network newscasts and fake news coverage of Trump’s campaign against illegal alien criminals, drug cartels, Islamic terrorists in Iran and the cutoff of funds to USAID, ranting about being (“raped in a detention camp”, “fisherman executed without trial” “schoolkid blown up” or “a child starved”).

Did Allen really care about events in Iran or Latin America? Could he even tell them apart?

Rather than Marxism, Routh and Allen offered tepid shopworn liberalism as their justification for murder, “U.S presidents must at bare minimum embody the moral fabric that is America and be kind, caring and selfless and always stand for humanity” and “the United States of America are ruled by the law, not by any one or several people. In so far as representatives and judges do not follow the law, no one is required to yield them anything so unlawfully ordered.”

This is the stuff of a Ken Burns op-ed and it shows that both men were more influenced by liberal Trump Derangement Syndrome media products than by Antifa or radical groups.

Allen slurs President Trump as a “pedophile, rapist and traitor”. This line is so commonplace in liberal circles that you can find it all across Bluesky, where the attempted assassin had an account, sold on t-shirts and popping up in op-eds. Social media personalities, talk show hosts and members of Congress have used similar rhetoric to refer to the 47th president.

There’s not much of a political critique. Just a grab bag of lines from MSNBC.

As I’ve said so many times I’m even beginning to bore myself: if Goosesteppin’ Leftists want another Civil War, then Real Americans ought to see to it that they get one…all they want of it, and then some. Because, as stipulated in Mike’s Iron Law #873: They will NOT stop. They will NEVER stop. They will have to BE stopped.

One of these next times, they’re going to get Trump at last. The morning after they do, NYC, Chitcago, SF, and LA ought all to be on fire. By sundown that same evening, battered and/or hacked Leftard corpses should be strewn about so thickly they clog the streets of every city, town, and hamlet across the FUSA.

The plane that WOULD NOT DIE

Bravo, cheers, and a hearty “Right on!” to the most effective, best-designed, and toughest Close Air Support and/or tankbuster platform ever made: the incredible, indestructible A-10 Thunderbolt II, a/k/a the Warthog.


I don’t care what anybody says, I think the A10 is fucking beautiful. Ask any ground-pounding dogface who was ever stuck under an artillery barrage and heard the characteristic vengeful scream of a Warthog arriving on-scene to blast those enemy cannon-cocker sumbitches into dog food about it, and every last one of them will tell you the same; the men (and women) who fly her likewise. The aircraft is just so got-damn good, so reliable and capable and plain ole tough that, although the sub-genii of Higher-Higher™ have been trying to get rid of her for years and swap her out for something WAY more expensive, glamorous, and less useful, the A10 just keeps on choogling regardless.

You go, ol’ girl, and fuck the naysayers with a rusty railroad spike; some of us out here still love ya. Oh yeah, there’s also this wonderful pic I copped from tonight’s Eyrie post:

Heh. TELL it, Batman.

BRRRT update! Sounds like …VICTORY.

I’ve seen and heard that exact same scene passing thru Indiantown Gap on the way to NYC so many times I just can’t even. That was always the most exciting part of the whole drive, for me anyway.

“Things That Must Be Decolonised And Morally Corrected”

This time, it’s bland, innocuous old folk music that has shitlib panties all in a bunch. Too White, don’tchaknow. Next time (and bet your bottom dollar there’ll BE a next time), who the fuck even knows. Vanilla extract, maybe.

Don’t Oppress My People With Your White-Ass Folk Music
In crushed-by-niche-culture news:

University of Sheffield researchers handed taxpayer cash to ‘decolonise’ folk singing.
A mere £1,485,400, since you ask. A gnat’s eyelash. For an issue of such fundamental importance to the turning of the world.

The project… has also been granted extra funds on top of this from bodies such as Research England.

Whew. I was getting worried there.

Taking place at the University of Sheffield, researchers “will take an unflinching look at the white-centricity of folk music repertory, performers and audience by conducting fieldwork to shed light on long-standing vernacular singing practices of ethnic minority cultures in England.”

Obviously, activities that are chiefly indulged in by white people – in this case, folk singing – must be deemed suspect and found problematic with great urgency, and then probed for hidden wrongness. At taxpayer expense.

And behind this mannered waffle is the weird implication that devotees of folk music are somehow, simply by existing, excluding racial minorities. Shooing them away. Though, again, details on this point are neither obvious nor forthcoming. Still, perhaps we can look forward to an academic interrogation of classic car shows in Nottinghamshire as some heinous bastion of “white-centricity.” Another item on the list of Things That Must Be Decolonised And Morally Corrected.

Just cool your jets, you know it’s coming.

Following the quip about British classic car shows as another potential target for pointless academics, commenters svh and asiaseen caution against giving such people ideas:

Not just “white-centricity”, but judging by the photograph, “white-male-centricity.”

That’s this photograph here. Do feel free to grip the arms of your chair.

Just this once, I troubled myself to transcribe the link mentioned above, on account of it’s kinda important. Plus, you can never have too many car-show pics, even if it’s crappy Ainglish autymobiles.

The meat of the matter

This. This, right here.

Winning in Iran Is Worth Losing the Midterms
There has been much hand-wringing among us conservatives about the upcoming midterms. Will we win them? Lose them? What do the polls say? What will be the deciding factor? The economy? Some 11th hour scandal? Or, more pressingly, Iran? What should we do if Iran proves to be a detriment to our chances?

The hard truth is that the Iran War needs to be fought to completion. If that takes another week, another month, or another year, it needs to be done. The worst possible thing Trump can do is to cut a deal just for the sake of cutting a deal and going home with enough time to recover in the polls before midterms.

Because all that will do is leave the enemy intact to fight another day. Assuredly, they will.

A-yup. With ya so far, dude. BUT…

Do I want to lose the midterms? No. But I think a midterm loss will be a lot less devastating than its currently being made out to be.

Annnnnd that’s where ya lost me. Well, kinda-sorta, anyhoo. Fact is, ANY loss to the SatanCrats from here on out will be more than devastating, not least because the first thing they’re gonna do is undo every good thing Trump managed to accomplish this time around. Y’know, just like Bribem did LAST time around.

What it all comes down to at this late date is this: destroying the D卐M☭CRATs utterly is now every bit as urgent as destroying the Mad Mullah regime in Iran is. The only saving grace I can descry, re the author’s argument, is that, as we already know all too well, destroying the Dims is gonna require a lot more of Real Americans than just winning an election or three. In fact, irony of ironies, it will require many of the same things that destroying the Mullah regime will.

Update! A point worth making, which I opted to omit earlier but on further reflection decided should be noted.

My point is, losing the midterms won’t be an unmitigated disaster because Trump holds the veto pen, Trump makes the military decisions, and Trump can outmaneuver anything they lob at him. A midterm loss would be the price we pay for a resounding 2028 landslide when a Vance/Rubio steamroller crushes whatever flax seed munching, non-binary clown car the Democrats unveil as their next sacrificial lamb.

When the 2028 campaign seasons kicks into high gear, we will have the previous two years working to our advantage. We will be able to show, again, just how insane the left behaves when it is given just a modicum of power. And we will be able to show that the MAGA Republicans were the only ones in the last half-century who decisively dealt with the Iran problem.

Fair enough, I suppose. But can we safely assume that Leftard insanity amounts to a deal-breaker for a majority of us? For enough of us to even matter?

Power play

DOG BITES MAN: Yet another megalomaniacal “liberal” bint oversteps authority, beclowns self.

Democrat Prosecutor Just Made a Historic Move Against a Federal ICE Agent — And Conservatives Are Furious
You knew this day was coming.

A far-left prosecutor in a deep-blue county has decided she is going to criminally charge the federal agents trying to enforce our immigration laws.

And on Thursday, she made it official.

Hennepin County Attorney Mary Moriarty announced FELONY charges against an ICE agent — and she proudly admitted it is believed to be the first criminal case of its kind brought against a federal immigration officer anywhere in the country.

According to the charging documents, the agent — Gregory Donnell Morgan Jr. — is accused of pointing his service weapon at the heads of two civilians during rush-hour traffic on a Minneapolis highway back in February.

The prosecutor’s office says there is now a nationwide warrant out for his arrest.

Let that sink in. A Democrat prosecutor has put an arrest warrant on a federal ICE agent who was on duty. That is not a drill.

NBC News had more on what exactly Moriarty is alleging:

An ICE agent who was part of the federal immigration surge in Minnesota earlier this year was charged with felony second-degree assault with a dangerous weapon. The agent, Gregory Donnell Morgan Jr., is accused of pointing a gun at the heads of two civilians in a vehicle.

For “a federal agent, our opinion is that illegally driving on a shoulder, pulling up to a car and pointing a gun at the heads of two community members who are not doing anything at the time is well beyond the scope of their authority,” Moriarty said.

He admitted that he drew his firearm after the victim’s vehicle had already rejoined the normal flow of traffic, corroborating details from interviews with the victim as well as video of the incident.

Sounds like a potentially serious allegation. Except here is the problem.

Federal law enforcement officers acting in their official capacity are shielded by the Supremacy Clause of the U.S. Constitution. They do not just get hauled into state court at the whim of any activist prosecutor who does not like federal policy.

Actually, it is a DAMNED serious allegation, one I’m not entirely comfortable just waving away so as to score on a fascist, power-drunk shitlib. That said, though, after months of violent Leftist rage-junkies threatening, assaulting, and even weaponizing their own vehicles (sometimes with their young children locked inside) to run over ICE personnel in shitwit “retaliation” for the heinous crime of, y’know, doing the job they’re duly sworn to do, no way can I condone this Moriarty twatwaffle for seeking the ICE agent’s arrest.

The very least that ought to happen to this hard-Left headcase is that she be removed from her job as prosecutor for outrageous abuse of authority.

The no-borders lunatics hate Trump, their ideological opponents, and America That Was with the blazing, blistering intensity of a thousand suns. After decades of increasingly bellicose, deranged rhetoric, they are now waging actual war against an enemy they bitterly, intractably loathe. American Normals had best wake up to ugly reality and begin fighting back, and fast, before whatever slim chance of victory that yet remains to them has been crushed under a great weight of inchoate, irrational Progressivist fury.

Update! I omitted this bit originally, but soon realized what a YUUUGE mistake that was, pithily nutshelling as it does the whole problem.

Read that last line again. “The first case of its kind nationally. We believe it is.”

She is bragging about it. This is not a reluctant prosecutor wrestling with a hard decision — this is a progressive Democrat using her office to plant a flag in the war on federal immigration enforcement.

Exactly, precisely so. Perhaps worse, Lady Cartman appears to be using her office to exact revenge against a jumped-up Federal nobody who she clearly thinks needs to be put in his place—ie, subordinate to and properly respectful of her exalted “authoriteh.”

Somebody needs to put the brakes on this nasty bitch, and I mean sudden-like.scat-video.orgpornjoy.orgxfaps.orgjosporn.netxfantazy.org

Odd couple

As a girlfriend of mine used to enjoy saying whenever somebody said that about us: couple of whats, exactly? Straight from the shock-rocker’s mouth:

I BELIEVE this photo was taken at Groucho’s birthday party at the Polo Lounge. I first met him at a charity event Frank Sinatra had organised and we sang Lydia The Tattooed Lady, which was an old Groucho song from [1939 Marx Brothers film] At The Circus. My manager, Shep Gordon, looked after him in the later stage of his life, and for a period of time we were pretty good friends — we were kinda inseparable.

He was always great company, hanging around with him was just like being in a Marx Brothers movie, like being in Duck Soup. You’d go to lunch with him and he’d open the menu, call the waiter over and say, as loudly as he could, ‘What kind of drugs do you have?’, or, ‘Can I get some dope for my friend here?’

I’d say, ‘Shhh, you can’t say that, Groucho!’ But of course you never told Groucho that he couldn’t do something because that would just egg him on more. He enjoyed the sport of it all.

We’d be having lunch and he’d say, ‘Excuse me, I gotta go torture the maitre d”, and two minutes later the maitre d’ would be looking like he wanted to strangle him. There was never a dull moment.

He liked me because I could make him laugh: if you could make Groucho laugh that was something. He was a unique entertainer, in that he could do anything — he could sing, play guitar, dance, tell jokes — and he looked at me as that kind of entertainer too. There was a certain absurdity to both of us.

Groucho came to see one of our shows once, and said, ‘Alice is the last hope for vaudeville.’ He saw me in that same tradition he came from.

Groucho would host great dinner parties, but if you had dinner at his house you had to perform afterwards. Except not in your own chosen field: if you were a singer, you had to dance, if you were a dancer, you had to tell jokes. I’d have to sing a Bing Crosby song, not a rock song, Fred Astaire would have to play piano, Mickey Dolenz would have to dance. That made it funnier for everybody. Those were good evenings.

Even in his eighties he was as sharp as a tack. I’d come back home and he’d be chasing my 18-year-old wife around the living room wearing Mickey Mouse ears, or she’d be sitting in his lap. Sheryl would say, ‘Alice, he’s 86, what is he going to do?’, and he’d look up with a smile and a raised eyebrow. He was one of a kind, and I’m proud to have known him as a friend. He was a true legend.

Stumbled across the above whilst poking around here and there, my curiosity having been piqued by the lead item from yesterday’s Memezapoppin‘ post. The above-mentioned pic:

Awwww. Odd couple indeed, no?

Stupid Leftist tricks

Not a lot to add to this.


If you tax them into penury, they will flee. As Stephen quips, they’re willfully turning themselves into a third-world nation, with all the peace, prosperity, and happy fun times that status implies. You’d think they’d know better by now, the stupid fools. After all, it’s not as if there aren’t instructive examples aplenty of where such idiocy always, always, ALWAYS winds up, they’re everywhere you care to look.

The America we lost

Threw away, more like.

When the Boston Red Sox’s legendary Fenway Park posted archival footage of 1950s Opening Day last week, the team expected a pleasant wave of nostalgia. But the comments section produced something else. The grainy clip showed thousands of Bostonians—men in fedoras, well-dressed women in coats, kids waving pennants—all lining up with uninhibited joy for a baseball game. After receiving almost 10 million views, the video was so flooded with pointed comments that Fenway had to lock it. The message was clear: The America in the video exposed the unmistakable decline of our current nation. Millions of viewers saw it and immediately understood why.

The video touched a raw nerve not just because it was beautiful but because it showed how far we have fallen in what amounts to the span of a single lifetime. The decline did not happen by accident. It is largely the direct, predictable result of decades of reckless immigration policies that prioritized volume over values and social engineering over national cohesion.

Predictably, the first instinct of critics on the left was to cry racism over these heartfelt reactions to a lost America. It is true that the crowds in the footage were overwhelmingly white. Therefore, the argument goes, any longing that scene stirs in people must be rooted in racism and xenophobia, rather than a recognition of the defects of our current cultural reality.

Yer doin’ it wrong, sorry. Try just throwing it right back in their pinched, sallow faces instead of wasting time and effort explaining things to dishonest dipshits who aren’t listening anyway, and ain’t ever going to either. To wit: Yeah, Leftist fuckfaces, I’m a goddamned racist. I also just happen to be white, heterosexual, and male(!!!) as well. So the fuck what? NOW what you gonna do, huh?!? Got anything else to say, any other insults to hurl my way, before I disassemble your weedy, fragile, vegan, Two Spirit ass with my bare fucking hands?

Onwards.

This is a lazy, intellectually dishonest dodge. Race is not the point; assimilation is. The people in that 1950s footage were, in many cases, themselves first- or second-generation Americans—Irish, Italian, Polish, Jewish, among others. They were people whose parents or grandparents had arrived here through Ellis Island. They did not come to recreate the old country on American soil, transforming it. They came to become American—to transform themselves. They learned the language, embraced the civic norms, cheered on the same teams as their neighbors, and played by the same unwritten rules that made public spaces safe and orderly. Baseball was not merely entertainment. It was a sacrament of a shared American identity.

That unifying force is precisely what is missing today. Boston Mayor Michelle Wu—who was booed loudly along with Governor Maura Healey on the field at Opening Day—recently declared that “you cannot talk about any achievement that the city of Boston has had … without talking about the Somali community that has lifted our city up.” The Fenway video is a devastating rebuttal to her. There are no Somalis visible in those 1950s stands—nor could there have been, given the timeline.

Utter, complete rubbish. This national disgrace of a Mayor should be thoroughly, deeply ashamed of herself for even thinking of trying to peddle such arrant horseshit without having a loaded gun being held to her right temple. Watch this video Driscoll put up for a small taste.


I simply can’t say this enough times, people: This nation’s tragic, appalling decline did NOT come about by happenstance, neither was it inevitable or the result of naturl processes beyond human ability to control or influence. It was done to us on purpose, with malice aforethought, by scurrilous Leftists whose intentions were neither good nor honorable.

Scurrilous Leftists who also have names and addresses, by the way.

Animals

REMINDER: This is who the D卐M☭CRATs have effectively turned Amerika v2.0 and most of Western Europe over to lock, stock, and barrel.

Someone Please Save the Mannequin From this Little Muslim Boy!
This isn’t an isolated incident in this part of the world.

A disturbing video has gone viral on Indian social media. While Jihad Watch has not independently verified the footage, several local news outlets have reported on it.

The clip shows a very young boy, not older than five or six, standing outside what appears to be a garment store. A mannequin of a young girl, dressed in children’s clothing, seems to draw his attention. The child, wearing a salwar kameez and an Islamic skullcap, then approaches the mannequin.

What follows is profoundly unsettling. The boy begins by inappropriately touching the mannequin’s face and kissing it repeatedly, then pulls at the neckline of the T-shirt, peers inside, inspects the chest, lifts the shirt further, touches the torso, and attempts to remove the jeans by tugging at the drawstrings.

All of this unfolds in broad daylight. A woman in a hijab passes by the scene without reacting, as if nothing unusual is happening. Unable to loosen the drawstring, the boy abandons the attempt and focuses again on the mannequin’s upper body, continuing to touch it repeatedly and forcefully.

The exact location of the video has not been verified; however, the Bangla-language shop signs visible in the video indicate it could be in either West Bengal or Tripura in India or in Bangladesh.

Boys raised in this pre-medieval ideology grow up exposed to rigid and problematic ideas about women, particularly notions that women must always be covered or under male supervision. They grow up seeing social media content by jihad-recruiting pages portraying women as objects whose worth or safety depends on how they dress or behave. One of their widely shared memes compares women to candy, portraying a “covered” piece as safe and desirable, while an “uncovered” one is said to attract insects. Such comparisons reduce women to objects and promote the harmful idea that a woman’s safety or respect depends on how she dresses, rather than on the responsibility of others to behave appropriately. Boys who grow up in these circles, hence, believe it is completely okay to touch, fondle, or sexually assault women who do not conform to their religious values. They are all “maal-e-ganimat,” a.k.a. war booty for them. Have you not heard of grown Muslim men being caught in a Western country for sexually assaulting girls, and the excuse they present in defense is that they didn’t know that rape was illegal? Yes, that’s exactly what we are talking about.

However, the child in the video is not an adult; he is a very young boy. At that age, children in most settings are only beginning to learn the basics; many are still struggling with the alphabet and may not yet be able to recite a simple nursery rhyme. But the skull-cap-wearing boy in his oversized kurta knows every action that translates to sexual assault in the regular world. The possibility that the boy could repeat similar behavior in the presence of a real, unattended girl cannot be ruled out.

“Ruled out”? You jest. It cannot be prevented, more like, which shitlibs don’t actually want to do anyway. Instead of wringing our hands and boo-hoo-hooing about “saving the poor mannequins from the widdle Moslem feral rapists,” it’s time and past time we started thinking about saving ourselves.

Remembering another Lost Cause

The moment it all started to go badly, badly wrong for the Founders’ America.

The Guns Fell Silent at Appomattox, and the Reconciliation Began
Early morning, Palm Sunday, April 9, 1865: The rebel yell of the ragged, half-starved Army of Northern Virginia rang out for the last time. Sheridan’s Union cavalry had swung around Appomattox Court House to the southwest and captured the trains carrying the food and supplies Lee so desperately needed, but it was, after all, just cavalry, and if the Confederates could break through them, recapture the supplies, and then head south to link up with Johnston’s Army, the cause might still survive.

Over the cavalry, the Rebels prevailed, but as the Union troopers withdrew and they crested the ridge, they could see solid lines of Union infantry arriving in the distance beyond them. The trap was closed.

Two days before, Lee had received the following letter:

General R.E. Lee

Commanding C.S.A.

The results of last week must convince you of the hopelessness of further resistance on the part of the Army of Northern Virginia in this struggle. I feel that it is so, and regard it as my duty to shift from myself the responsibility of any further effusion of blood, by asking of you the surrender of that portion of the Confederate States army known as the Army of Northern Virginia.

U.S. Grant

Lieut. General

Lee responded by asking what the conditions would be, to which Grant replied that “…the men and officers surrendered shall be disqualified for taking up arms again against the Government of United States until properly exchanged.”

Lee replied that he would be willing to meet, not to surrender, but merely to discuss the overall terms of peace with the Confederacy. Grant, suffering from a severe migraine, simply replied that he had no authority for such a discussion, saying to an aide through the pain, “It looks as if Lee still means to fight.”

Now that the trap was closed, Lee faced the inevitable: “There is nothing left for me to do but to go and see General Grant. I would rather die a thousand deaths.”

He asked his old “warhorse,” Gen. James “Petey” Longstreet, if Grant’s terms would be harsh, but “Petey” had been an old friend of Grant back in their West Point days, and told Lee he thought not.

Upon receiving Lee’s request for an interview to ascertain the details of surrender, Grant’s headache instantly vanished. A cease-fire was arranged so the two could meet, and at last the guns fell silent. A stately farmhouse owned by Wilmer McLean was selected. Ironically, he had moved out to Appomattox to get away from the war, since one of the first cannon shots at Bull Run had gone through his living room. Grant and his officers arrived half an hour after Lee. Grant wore a private’s blouse with nothing to distinguish his status but the three star epaulettes. His boots and pants were muddy, since he was fresh from reconnoitering his lines. Lee, on the other hand, was resplendent in his dress uniform, with sash and bejeweled sword.

After handshakes and small talk, it was Lee who politely suggested they get to the matter and asked Grant to write out the terms so that they may be formally accepted. Grant began to write the draft, which read in pertinent part: “The officers to give their individual paroles not to take up arms until properly exchanged, and each company or regimental commander sign a like parole for the men of their commands. The arms, artillery and public property to be parked and stacked, and turned over to the officer appointed by me to receive them…”

Then Grant eyed the bejeweled sword Lee had by his side, evidently brought to perform the humiliating act of handing it over to the victor, and continued to write, “This will not embrace the side-arms of the officers, nor their private horses and baggage. This done, each officer and man will be allowed to return to their homes, not to be disturbed by the United States authority so long as they observe their paroles and the laws in force where they may reside.”

That was it – ALL of it. Stack arms and colors, swear parole, and go home. Full amnesty.

Lee was nothing short of astonished at the unanticipated magnanimity and even personal warmth Grant extended towards himself and his ragged, weary boys that day, as would many others be in the years to come. Rightly so, I think; Grant’s tacit refusal to rub Lee’s and his vanquished army’s noses in the bitter dregs of their grinding, agonizing defeat and treat the Confederates not as a despised enemy but with respect, humility, and restraint was a brilliant first step towards binding up a national wound that could easily have proved fatal in the years following the Appomattox agreement—this, after so assiduously building for himself a reputation as perhaps the hardest of hard-war men.

In fact, Grant went from there to be roundly vilified in certain Northern quarters as either soft-hearted or soft-headed, or maybe a bit of both, for declining to harshly punish the Army of Northern Virginia and its general officer corps for their purported “treason.” “Treason,” the fire-eaters of the North snarled, even though never at any point had the Southern Confederacy evinced any ambition to overthrow the Federal government, wishing only to depart from the Union in peace and be let alone.

Which, of course, is why some of us unreconstructed Southrons still insist on referring to it as the War of Northern Aggression to this very day.

I’ve always considered Wilmer McClean’s unsuccessful attempt to remove himself from the immediate physical exigencies of war by fleeing his ancestral farm in Manassas (called Yorkshire Plantation, being used at that time by Gen Pierre Gustave Toutant-Beauregard as his HQ) and heading further South for what he fervently hoped would be quieter, less turbulent digs near Appomattox Court House to be one of the most bizarre, intriguing, and poignant episodes to emerge from a historical cataclysm that produced a plenitude of such tales. It’s one of the many, many reasons I’ve always found Civil War history such an absorbing subject, and have read basically any and everything on it I could get my hands on since I was, oh, about 13 or so.

And as far as THAT goes, if you’re a proud son of the South and haven’t read anything by the incredible Shelby Foote yet…honeychile, what on Earth are you waiting for, anyhoo?

A circus of error

Very much related to tonight’s Eyrie post, I fully share Spencer’s disgust with the sudden, serious wrong turn on Iran.

Well, it’s another glorious day, or something. President Donald Trump’s threats against the Islamic Republic of Iran have apparently worked, a “ceasefire” has been concluded, and as he did when he forced Israel to stop fighting Hamas when it had a chance to destroy the jihad terror group once and for all, Trump is once again hailing the dawn of peace in the Middle East:

A big day for World Peace! Iran wants it to happen, they’ve had enough! Likewise, so has everyone else! The United States of America will be helping with the traffic buildup in the Strait of Hormuz. There will be lots of positive action! Big money will be made. Iran can start the reconstruction process. We’ll be loading up with supplies of all kinds, and just “hangin’ around” in order to make sure that everything goes well. I feel confident that it will. Just like we are experiencing in the U.S., this could be the Golden Age of the Middle East!!! President DONALD J. TRUMP

The Islamic Republic of Iran was likewise in a celebratory mood, and in its joyful exuberance, fired off a round or two of celebratory missiles and drones into Israel and the Sunni states that it has targeted since the beginning of this conflict. Fox News’ Trey Yingst reported that on “Ceasefire day 1,” Israel “took multiple waves of Iranian missile fire after the ceasefire was announced. Kuwait reports that more than two dozens drones were launched by Iran since 8am. UAE is currently under an Iranian missile attack. Iran, via state media, reports strikes against Lavan Island and the oil infrastructure there.”

At least eleven people were injured in Israel, and (Iran also) attacked Qatar and Bahrain as well as the United Arab Emirates and Kuwait. The government of Israel says it supports the ceasefire but only if it is real, which it obviously isn’t.

Well, I mean, DUH; of course it isn’t. None but a wilfully blind fool could possibly imagine that it was, and/or would ever be. As the esteemed Mr Spencer closes out his brief, straight to the point essay:

Without military action, which Trump will become progressively less likely to resort to as the midterms approach, the U.S. has no leverage.

If the Islamic Republic of Iran remains in power, it will build up its strength again and then resume its jihad against Israel and the U.S. That’s one of the only two reasons truces are allowed in Islamic law: one is if the Infidel enemy converts to Islam, which is not in play here, and the other is if the enemy is winning, so as to give the warriors of jihad time to regroup and then fight again more effectively.

The Trump administration, like so many others before it, should have studied Islam and realized that the Islamic Republic is serious about Islam above all. Then it would have known that when the Islamic Republic’s leaders showed a willingness to conclude a ceasefire, they were tacitly admitting that they were losing. It was time to press forward to final victory, not to stop fighting. And so another opportunity to rid the world of a jihad threat is lost, another chimera of peace is announced, and the jihadis will rejoice that they have survived to fight another day, as yet another Western government has kicked the can down the road instead of defeating them.

I truly hate having to say it, but that’s precisely what has happened here, to my eternal mystification and deep, deep disappointment. Bitterly clinging to the forlorn belief that this is all part of some Grand Strategic Plan is about as helpful as trying to polish a turd. To quote my own Eyrie piece:

Bottom line: as long as an Ayatollah, any Ayatollah (even one Trump idiotically assures us is a “reasonable” “moderate”), remains in charge of the nation-state entity known as “the Islamic Republic of Iran,” the war ain’t done yet.

Ah, would that t’were not so. But alas, here we all are.

True story

I checked the Morehead City PD’s Fakeberg page and no shit, it’s for real.

As I said to a cpl friends of mine earlier: I would drive a hundred MPH right through the middle of Morehead City just to get pulled over by that thing, then resist arrest so’s I could get a look inside. The cop-shop Wienermobile is not merely cool as some cucumbers, it’s fucking GLORIOUS.

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