Lakeside Joe lays it on us straight up, no chaser.

These statements are drafted from today’s National Review, and boy do they make sense. In the article the writer states very clearly that using the term ‘demonstrator’ to describe people like Pretti and Goode is a misuse of the term. ” That’s not what {either of them} was.

They report that both were killed while “protesting.” This is the most common description of what they were doing in Minneapolis last week. They both got in confrontations with federal immigration agents that ended in both of their shootings.” If Pretti – and Goode – were merely protesters, we need to change the definition.

A protester, as typically understood, is someone who is making a point, often as part of a gathering of other like-minded people and, usually but not always, in opposition to something. A protester might hold a sign outside a coal-fired power plant calling for it to shut down. A prtoestor might go to Union Square Park in New York City to hear speeches from bullhorns whenever something happens that outrages the left. They might march against the Iraq War, or the Vietnam War – or in favor of Hamas.

What we are seeing in Minneapolis, though, is often quite different. Run-of-the-mill protesters don’t seek out federal agents and harass and obstruct them. They don’t follow and block their vehicles or establish a robust communications network to deploy resources creating maximum disruption of their operations.
Put simply, they don’t obstruct law enforcement officers, and in so doing, literally put their lives on the line. Neither of the two killed abstained – they interfered. And, as tragic as it is, they paid with their lives. There are many lessons to be learned from both incidents, if only people are willing to learn…

I’ll just go ahead and say it right out loud, in front of God and everybody: these fucking oxygen thieves are indeed NOT innocent, non-violent “protesters” seeking to exercise their First Amendment right to “petition the government for redress of grievances,” as specified in our Constitution.

In reality, they are Communist revolutionaries whose ultimate gol is to overthrow the current government and replace it with a Marxist dictatorship which arrogates all power, authority, and spoils to itself…ie, THEM.

These faux “protesters” are well-organized, trained to a nicety in insurgency tactics, and drilled in all aspects of revolutionary strategic doctrine—from recruitment, to military-style organization and movement of company-strength and up formations in the presence of an enemy force, to psy-ops, deception, and misdirection, to actual physical combat with their avowed enemies.

That being the case, and it is, I certainly do NOT consider the battlefield deaths of two enemy soldiers as anything remotely like “tragic.” To me, it smells more like…victory. The real tragedy here is that more of the slimy cock-a-roaches haven’t been exterminated. I’m glad that Alex Pretti and Renee Good at least have been put down like rabid curs; hopefully, there will be more to come, until their fellow Red Army squad-mates have been sent to join them in Hell, with the survivors forced to admit defeat and retire from the field, demoralized and disgraced by the thwarting of their nefarious ambitions..

Once again, I refer you all to the blunt, hard-won wisdom of Curtis LeMay.

Yes, it’s a damnable shame that we’ve allowed the Left to bring us to this sorry pass. No sane, decent, right-thinking person wanted this, but we are now engaged in a second Civil War, this one much more dangerous and truly existential than the first one was. Affter all, the Southern Confederacy had no desire to overthrow or otherwise destroy the US government, and Southern political and military leaders said so right from the start.

This time, Goosesetppin’ Leftists are openly proclaiming their ultimate goals, including but by no means limited to:

• Overthrow the US government
• Establish a Communist dictatorship in its place, along the lines of the USSR, Red China, or East Germany
• Impose their will on all dissenters: the “transgender” lunacy; the fnal, open rejection of the US Constitution; confiscation of all citizen-owned fireams; their presumed “right” to invade churches, disrupt worship services, vandalize and wreck everything within reach; and intimidate Christians everywhere into docile compliance with the diktats of the angry mob 
• Reinforce and strengthen the government schools in their primary mission: not education, but indoctrination
• Hunt down and either imprison or summarily execute every member of the current Trump administration, along with everyone who ever attended a Trump really, wore a MAGA hat or shirt, and rejects the Hard Left plan for suppression and elimination of all opposition
• Erase the national borders. freely admit and warmly welcome every serial rapist, child molester, indolent thief, and/or welfare leech who wishes to come here

If you find the above program objectionable, even intolerable, congratulations: you are now a priority target on the Left’s “Enemies of the State” list. and will be properly dealt with as soon as possible. Make those plans now, load those magazines, and gird those loins. This ain’t just about Minnesota, or NYC, or Portland, or Ca;ifornia alone. Nope, this one is for all the marbles, kiddies.

Some of you will doubtless scoff at my warning of imminent disaster, and bleat that “it could never happen here” with the smug self-assurance of a deluded fool. When the People’s Army comes to arrest snd haut him off to gaol for anti-iimmigrant Hate Tweets and/or seditious Fakebook posts,, he’ll go quietly just as his British counterparts have done. After spending a few godawful months in lockdown, perhaps his attitude will change somewhat.

Update! Just occurred to me that this is a perfect time to refresh our memories regarding  Lenin’s “vanguard” concept. Because this is in fact what these misnomered “protesters” actually are, whether they choose to acknowledge that or not.

Vanguardism, a core concept of Leninism, is the idea that a revolutionary vanguard party, composed of the most conscious and disciplined workers, must lead the proletariat in overthrowing capitalism and establishing socialism, ultimately progressing to communism.

The vanguard works to engage the working class in revolutionary politics and to strengthen proletarian political power against the bourgeoisie.

Vladimir Lenin popularised political vanguardism as conceptualised by Karl Kautsky, detailing his thoughts in one of his earlier works, What is to be done?.[1] Lenin argued that Marxism’s complexity and the hostility of the establishment required that a close-knit group of individuals pulled from the working class to become a vanguard of the greater whole to lead and safeguard the revolutionary ideology within the particular circumstances presented by the reactionary régime. While Lenin wished for a revolutionary organisation akin to the contemporary Social Democratic Party of Germany, which was open to the people and more democratic in organisation, the Russian autocracy prevented this.

In its first phase, the vanguard party would exist for two reasons. Firstly, it would protect Marxism from outside corruption from other ideas, as well as advance its plans. Secondly, it would educate the proletariat in Marxism in order to cleanse them of their “false individual consciousness” and instill the revolutionary “class consciousness” in them.

Our task is not to champion the degrading of the revolutionary to the level of an amateur, but to raise the amateurs to the level of revolutionaries.

If the party is successful in their goal, on the eve of revolution, a critical mass of the working class population would be prepared to usher forth the transformation of society. Furthermore, a great number of them, namely their most dedicated members, would belong to the party cadres as professional revolutionaries, and would be elected to leadership positions by the mass party membership. Thus the organisation would quickly include the entire working class.

Of course, Lenin falls into the same trap that Marx himself did: he firmly believed that the longed-for revolution would be the result of an overwhelming majority of lower-class, semi-literate, mostly-apolitical peasants rising up and overthrowing their bourgeois masters, deceiving themselves that the Glorious Revolution would be an inevitable natural progression rather than a sudden chaotic, bloody rejection of their current oppressive elites.

Problem being, history has never worked that way, not once. Marx was as piss-poor a prognosticator as he was a student of history. His overly-hopeful misreading of history has doomed his pet project of Communism to ignoble failure, economic disaster, and rigid, cruel despotism every time it’s been tried.

As so many mad Leftist ideologues have learned to their chagrin, one of the few things Communism produces in abundance is excuses for its poor performance, its inevitable collapse and finally, its rejection by the very people who originally constituted Lenin’s “vanguard,” now reduced to a disorganized rabble obsessively seeking vengeance against the hated Tsar Nicholas, scion of the Romanov dynasty which had ruled Russia for more than three hundred years. However, compared to the grotesque, inhuman depredations of Lenin, Stalin, and their successors, Russians saw fitt to do some serious re-thinking concerning poor oldt Nicholas II.

Vilified by Soviet historians as a symbol of repression and incompetence, Nicholas has been reassessed more sympathetically in post-Soviet Russia. He and his family were canonised as passion bearers by the Russian Orthodox Church in 2000, following the discovery and reburial of their remains in 1998.

Well, whaddayaknow about that. Tsar Nicholas II was admittedly something of a hapless, ineffectual boob, especially when it came to waging war or restoring a faltering, weak economy back to health and vigor. Even so, the Last of the Romanov tsars started to look pretty darn good next to General Secretary Stalin, Lavrenty Beria, and the grim\ parade of megalomanical ogres that came after.

Over the years, I’ve read much speculation suggesting that the Russian people have this funny way of seeing to it that they will ne ruled by one cold, corrupt, heartless tyrant after another—a mystifying  but nonetheless reiiable quirk for which I have yet to see any explanation proffered, or even attempted, by anyone.

The Russian people themselves blandly accept their lot as simply the judgment of Lady Fate, who is at least thoughful enough to dump such a heavy burden of dissatisfaction, deprivation, and futility on a people long since accustomed to it—a people with a great deal of pride in the inner strength and seemingly innate immunity to despair, self-pity,, or regret. This strength, of mind, spirit, and biody enables them to shoulder that weight without bitterness, anger,, or defeatism. Each new “leader” crowing like a banty rooster about this monh’s sure-to-be-succesful-THIS-time Five Year Plan for Agriculture and Industrial Production is no more than Fate playing her usual games again, and the Russian people gave up on asking questions about the vagaries of that fickle Lady ages ago.

Vodka, and plenty of it, is the only known palliative, restorative agent, and refuge from the mind-rotting daily grind of blocks-long queues for food, toilet tissue, shoes, some seriouslu shitty coffee. heavy winter jackets, and sundry other of life’s necessities, all of which are shoddily constructed of poor materials by disgruntled workers whose sole concern is to meet the day’s posted productiom quota and get the hell out of here and back to his tiny three-room apartment in the heart of a VERY bad neighborhood—one in which no sensible woman of any age or appearance dares go outside after dark unaccompanied.

Back home in his cramped government-assigned rat hole, sitting at the small kitchen table pouring himself a third stiff jolt from a just-opened bottle of freezer-chilled Stolichnaya Elit, he reviews the situation as he feels the vodka starting to kick in: the three kids—the eldest a girl of 12, the youngest a feisty, inquisitive 6 year old boy—share a single bed in the smallest bedroom, Mom and Dad have a double  bed in what serves as a living room next to the barely-functioning old CRT television; Grandma Grigoriev has her own bed amd bedroom, thanks to Grandpa Yuri having passed away almost a year ago now; Uncle Matvey stretches out on the tatty, battered old sofa in the TV room with a blanket and the extra pillow from the closet shelf, entertaining Mom and Dad with a seriously remarkable display of snoring, sleep-farting, bestial groans, sighs, and incoherent muttering, closing out the festivities with a round of sound-asleep ass-crack spelunking, before waking wiith a start and asking what the HELLwas that noise just now, a bomb go off next door or something?

After Mom and Dad have convinced Matvey (an Afghanistan vet whose hideous experiences living among savages with little or regard for human life retell themselves in his baroque nightmares) that there hadn’ been any noise anyplace but in his dreams, he gets up, slips his feet into. a battle-scarred pair of ancient slippers, wraps his worn-out old bathrobe around himself and cinches up the waist belt, then plods into kitchen area to get a pot of that nasty coffee going before shuffling off to the bathroom to enjoy the morning whiz.

Yep, it’s another beautiful morning in the working-class Moscow slums, with early-rising Muscovites getting into their pesonal wakey-wakey rituals to ready themselves for another day of poorly-compensated, unappreciated, pointless paper-shuffling. Meanwhiile, the muggers, crackheads, second-story men, rapists, carjackers, whores, and housebreakers spend their entire day sleeping off last night’s action, not stirring again till sundown.