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GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

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

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Annnnnd off we go.

BLUE WAVE:

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

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

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

As if that wasn’t bad enough:


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mamdani represents, to me, everything I fight against.

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

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

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

Now, we arrive at the Big, Tough Q’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Across the west, the crisis is moving beyond politics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AWWWWW

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My heart, it bleeds for the poor dears.

Blue city ‘breaking point’: San Francisco wants Trump’s help on crime
Blue cities are cesspits of crime.

Blue politicians don’t want to do anything about it.

At least some blue-city citizens seem to disagree with this approach.

Will President Donald Trump capitalize on the split?

Salesforce CEO Marc Benioff last week called for Trump to send the National Guard to clean up San Francisco, where his company is based.

“We don’t have enough cops,” Benioff told The New York Times.

“So if they can be cops, I’m all for it.”

Democrats responded with fury.

“This is a slap in the face to San Francisco,” huffed Board of Supervisors member Matt Dorsey.

Well, maybe to its leadership, but San Franciscans themselves seem to feel a bit differently.

In June, a citywide survey found that 80% of residents support “federal help and resources to deport undocumented fentanyl dealers.”

“Even in a city renowned for its bleeding heart, there is a breaking point,” Liz Le wrote in The Voice of San Francisco — “a collective exasperation with those who weaponize our compassion to fuel a crisis.”

it is to laugh. No cops, no Guard, no soldiers, no financial assistance, no nothin’ for them…other than welkin-ringing gales of sardonic laughter from Red State Americans as they delight in the satisfying spectacle of smug, Smarterer-Than-You hard Left assclowns being forced at last to stew in their own rancid juices.

Suffer, bitches.

SO, how’s that Israel-Hamas “peace” treaty working out?

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OH, about like you’d expect—or, in the Cliffs Notes version, NOT. TOO. GOOD.

Hamas carries out public executions — just hours after peace treaty signing
Hamas carried out mass public executions in Gaza on Monday, gruesome video shows — as the bloodthirsty terror group desperately seeks to maintain control over the Palestinian enclave and punish those it deems “collaborators with Israel.”

The barbaric reprisal came just hours after President Trump declared the “end of an age of terror and death” and signed a document enshrining his 20-point peace plan.

The graphic footage shows eight badly beaten, blindfolded men kneeling in the street before each is shot dead by Hamas gunmen in front of a cheering crowd.

The terror group said, without providing evidence, that the killings targeted “criminals and collaborators with Israel,” the BBC reported. Well, like, DUUHHHH!

As I’m fond of saying, murderous thugs gotta murderous thug. Any even half-sentient being gullible enough to kid him/her/itself into believing that a “peace” accord with bloodthirsty Islamist animals will ever be worth much more than the simple chronic halitosis expelled during the negotiations is a blind-ass fool.

Likewise for the likelihood of said accord lasting much longer than the thread of grey-blue smoke spiraling up from the butt-end of the last cigarette casually tossed, still burning, into the conference-room ashtray. Same-same with the odds of any agglomeration of murderin’ Muzzrats actually honoring the terms and conditions laid down by said treaty.

COLD, HARD FACT: Moslem brutality, irredeemable fanaticism, and their intractable Stone-Age belief in the absolute veracity of every last demand made of them by the Holy Koran have been with us for oh, about fifteen hundred years or so. They are NOT going anywhere, and no scrotum-shriveled sofa-soldier too indolent to wage for-real WAR on Mohammedan savages should feel entitled to be congratulating himself over a few celebratory brewskis for having “defeated” an enemy he’s never actually encountered except on TV.

This goes double for the brave wannabe warriors residing in any of several suicidal Western nations which have wittingly imported multiple brigades, divisions, corps, and armies’ worth of military-age Moslem males who tend to be physically fit, violence-prone, ineducable, and altogether willing to blow himself into Kibble ’N Bits, provided he gets to take out a few Infidels into the bomb-vest bargain.

Truth is, absent:

  • Some sort of chaotic global upheaval along the lines of, say, economic collapse, the complete breakdown of law and order in a major city, or an extreme surge in vigilantism in the rural ones
  • A widespread, fast-spreading outbreak of fatal disease in Mooselimb-majority regions
  • Plagues of locusts, frogs, boils,and flies across the Middle East entire
  • Continent-spanning natural disasters such as hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes, and/or volcanic eruptions
  • Sundry other mass extinction-level events smiting the faithful servants of Allah the All-Seeing, All-Knowing, All-Wise, and All-Goat-Humping

…these troglodytic, hate-suffused rage junkies will assuredly be with us for another fifteen thousand years, even well beyond, maybe.

As it is with the Pedophile Prophet, so it must also be with his demented, sihgle-digit IQ, sexually-infantile followers. Which is why you don’t sign “peace” treaties with them, you don’t negotiate with them, you don’t make deals of any kind with them. You just…DON’T.

Sorry, but that’s the ugfy fact of the matter. Every treaty will fail, every agreement will be broken, every negotiation will be made in bad faith. They consider every contractual bargain made with infidel curs to be non-binding, by definition invalid. Compromise, fair play, honesty, mutual respect—these are signs of weakness to a Moslem, nothing more.

Which suggests a pressing question: why in bloody Hell would any knowledgeable Westerner even WANT to make any kind of deal with these cretinous thugs, ferchrissakes? Knowing from the git-go that the contract will bear no real weight, that the Moslem has no intention of honoring any agreement entered into with a Western infidel, why wate one’s time and trouble on such rubbish?

Such contractual agreements are acceptable to the Moslem opposition only insofar as they can be used to insult, embarrass, discredit, or arm-twist extravagant concessions out of the Godless fools.

Unless and until most Moslems have rejected and renounced their genocidal pseudo-religion, we can only fight them, defeat them, grind them under the heel of the infidel boot so badly they can barely wheeze out a weak “I…surrender” from their bleeding, bruised, swollen lips.

Welfare check

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A few foks have expressed concern about my brother from anoher mother Big Country Expat and asked if I maybe knew whether or not he was okay. My response to one of those folks was that I had talked to BCE on the phone last week and he was fine, but I’d check with him today and make sure. I am happy to report that he’s still alive and well, albeit a bit dismayed by certain recent developments which I won’t go into—developments which have interposed themselves between BCE and his blog-muse, hence the dearth of posting over at his place.

So fret not, gang; if I know that boy at all, and I do, he’ll grind on through this current rough patch and be back amongst us soon.

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Animals (NOT the good kind)

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Would somebody please explain to me exactly what the actual fucking fuck?!?

Another Culture-Enriching Success Story in France
If you follow the European cultural enrichment news closely (which I have been doing for almost twenty years), you’ll notice the frequency of stories about a bizarre and sickening custom practiced by third-world migrants, usually Muslims: the rape of octogenarians, or even nonagenarians. The victims are usually women, but not always: I remember at least one report (I think it was in Germany) of the nursing-home rape of a man in his nineties.

But, hey, it’s just cultural differences, you know? It’s no big deal; no reason for outrage.

Bold mine, because Tarzan on a big red scooter, dude.

We do not need them, we do not want them, our society is completely incompatible with their Stone Age belief system, yet Western governments go right on bringing them in to live among civilized people regardless.

I repeat: explain it to me, please. Assuming there even IS an explanation, beyond just sheer bloody-mindedness and nothing more.

(Via WRSA)

Update! Just had to share with y’all where that weird reference to Tarzan and big red scooters came from. It happens to be one of my all-time favorite lines from one of my all-time favorite Raymond Chandler novels, The Long Goodbye, an insult lobbed by gangster Mendy Menendez at all the world’s most beloved private dick, the formidable Philip Marlowe. A lengthier passage:

He looked me over unhurriedly. “Tarzan on a big red scooter,” he said.

“What?”

“You. Marlowe. Tarzan on a big red scooter. They rough you up much?”

“Here and there. What makes it your business?”

“After Allbright talked to Gregorius?”

“No. Not after that.”

He nodded shortly. “You got a crust asking Allbright to use ammunition on that slob.”

“I asked you what made it your business. Incidentally I don’t know Commissioner Allbright and I didn’t ask him to do anything. Why would he do anything for me?”

He stared at me morosely. He stood up slowly, graceful as a panther. He walked across the room and looked into my office. He jerked his head at me and went in. He was a guy who owned the place where he happened to be. I went in after him and shut the door. He stood by the desk looking around, amused.

“You’re small time,” he said. “Very small time.”

I went behind my desk and waited.

“How much you make in a month, Marlowe?”

I let it ride, and lit my pipe.

“Seven-fifty would be tops,” he said.

I dropped a burnt match into a tray and puffed tobacco smoke.

“You’re a piker, Marlowe. You’re a peanut grifter. You’re so little it takes a magnifying glass to see you.”

I didn’t say anything at all.

“You got cheap emotions. You’re cheap all over. You pal around with a guy, eat a few drinks, talk a few gags, slip him a little dough when he’s strapped, and you’re sold out to him. Just like some school kid that read Frank Merriwell. You got no guts, no brains, no connections, no savvy, so you throw out a phony attitude and expect people to cry over you. Tarzan on a big red scooter.” He smiled a small weary smile. “In my book you’re a nickel’s worth of nothing.”

He leaned across the desk and flicked me across the face back-handed, casually and contemptuously, not meaning to hurt me, and the small smile stayed on his face. Then when I didn’t even move for that he sat down slowly and leaned an elbow on the desk and cupped his brown chin in his brown hand. The bird-bright eyes stared at me without anything in them but brightness.

“Know who I am, cheapie?”

“Your name’s Menendez. The boys call you Mendy. You operate on the Strip.”

“Yeah? How did I get so big?’

“I wouldn’t know. You probably started out as a pimp in a Mexican whorehouse.”

He took a gold cigarette case out of his pocket and lit a brown cigarette with a gold lighter. He blew acrid smoke and nodded. He put the gold cigarette case on the desk and caressed it with his fingertips.

“I’m a big bad man, Marlowe. I make lots of dough. I got to make lots of dough to juice the guys I got to juice in order to make lots of dough to juice the guys I got to juice. I got a place in Bel-Air that cost ninety grand and I already spent more than that to fix it up. I got a lovely platinum-blond wife and two kids in private schools back east. My wife’s got a hundred and fifty grand in rocks and another seventy-five in furs and clothes. I got a butler, two maids, a cook, a chauffeur, not counting the monkey that walks behind me. Everywhere I go I’m a darling. The best of everything, the best food, the best drinks, the best hotel suites. I got a place in Florida and a seagoing yacht with a crew of five men. I got a Bentley, two Cadillacs, a Chrysler station wagon, and an MG for my boy. Couple of years my girl gets one too. What you got?”

“Not much,” I said. “This year I have a house to live in—all to myself.”

“No woman?”

“Just me. In addition to that I have what you see here and twelve hundred dollars in the bank and a few thousand in bonds. That answer your question?”

“What’s the most you ever made on a single job?”

“Eight-fifty.”

“Jesus, how cheap can a guy get?”

“Stop hamming and tell me what you want.”

Good, good stuff, that there is. Interested parties, whether experienced devotees or Chandler virgins, are encouraged to check out this free download of The Collected Raymond Chandler (yes, it does include The Long Goodbye, among other fantastic Chandler works), which is well worth your time and trouble, believe me.

Hey now, I resemble that remark!

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

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

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

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

Ouch! ‘Nuff said.

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

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FINALLY redux

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Apropos of tonight’s Eyrie thang, Steyn piles on by way of the recent Milan riots.

What were they rioting over? Well, I saw one report describing it as an ad hoc alliance of pro-Palestinians, leftist unions objecting to Meloni, and assorted neighbourhood “migrants”.

Whatever. It doesn’t really matter, does it? I mean, it’s not like twenty-five arrests at a Tommy Robinson rally, two-thirds of whom turn out to be anti-Tommy counter-protesters. All that can be said for certain is that, if you live almost anywhere in the western world, violence is in your future. For the moment, it comes overwhelmingly from the political left and their various shock-troops, whether Antifa or your local migrant sex-fiends. Because the left are the most turned on by it. Even the comparatively peaceful ones can’t stop salivating over the thought of killing you. Here, for example, a perfectly nice respectable American lady – probably listens to NPR – has a grand old time beheading an effigy of Trump:

Do stay tuned for the punchline. At the end she turns around and has what we used to call the golden rule emblazoned all over her T-shirt:

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

So does that mean Trump supporters can decapitate, say, Kamala Harris?

Well, no, because, if you lopped off Kamala’s head, it wouldn’t make any difference. The most stupid and incompetent major-party candidate of the modern era has just “written” a book seeking to explain how everyone’s favourite glass-ceiling-shattering Montreal schoolgirl somehow failed to beat a “convicted felon” who spent most of campaign season in court. So, to pitch her book to fellow wine-moms like the decapitator above, Kamala has been out on the plug circuit. Shooting the breeze with leftie superstar Rachel Maddow, the former vice president calls the current president a “tyrant” and a “dictator”…

For any aspiring tyrants out there, if you’re wondering how to become one yourself, all you have to do is win Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania in the Electoral College. That’s how all the tyrants and dictators do it.

Is Ms Harris not worried that, by de-legitimising her opponent’s lawful, peaceful and democratic victory over her good self, some excitable types might try to, say, shoot his head off?

Oh naw naw naw NAW, that would never, EVER happen! Right? RIGHT?

RIIIIGHT?!?

Of course not, you big silly. I simply have to include this next bit because of the gleeful way it rips renowned baglapper and/or Lefty rumpswab Keith “Upper-lip-sweat” Olbermann all to bloody gobbets and then scatters the pieces all over the lot.

I briefly caught Mr Olbermann’s attention a decade or three back, and, from what I can recall of it, he struck me as a big pansy fagulous trannifilarious nancy poufter mincing dweeb of a homicidal maniac but who likes sounding butch by saying “motherfucker” a lot. Yet, in a functioning society, it should not be incumbent upon Scott Jennings to judge whether the guy specifically menacing him actually means it or is just an insecure over-compensating loser. As noted here an hour or so after Charlie Kirk’s death, at least seven Internet posts appeared to have foreknowledge of what had yet to happen.

I have joked for years about jihadist nutters being fully paid-up members of Local 473 of the Amalgamated Union of Lone Wolves. But the leftie nutters are beginning to feel like that, too. One half of the political spectrum is so drunk on its bloodlust they don’t even notice it. “Denver’s oldest gay bar”, for example, took the trouble to create a new cocktail and make a sign for it…

The old definition of a gay bar was: one hundred bottoms looking for a top. It requires a perverse genius to re-imagine it as one hundred bottoms looking, in the Britannic sense, to top someone.

YEEOWTCH, that made my butt hurt! Now brace yourselves for the heady, thrilling denouement.

Over two decades, I have occasionally quoted the words of the French philosopher Alain Finkielkraut: “The lofty idea of ‘the war on racism’ is gradually turning into a hideously false ideology,” he said in 2005. “And this anti-racism will be for the twenty-first century what Communism was for the twentieth century: a source of violence.”

Bloodlust mixed with moral preening is a uniquely toxic cocktail and, unlike those available at the R&R bar in Denver, it will not be content with merely a single shot.

DAMNED good squishy there, Mark. Yet again, I must remind y’al of the one, the only rule that matters: THEY SHOOT. WE DIE. Unless and until that changes, we’re all just whistling Dixie here, I’m afraid.

Update! A timely and very much related reminder from the esteemed Eric Raymond.

In one of my previous analysis postings, I outlined three possible scenarios for the future after the assassination of Charlie Kirk.

This corresponds to scenario 3, the one where insurrection edges into a simmering civil war a la Bosnia. I caught some flak in my replies at the time from people who thought an insurrection based in urban areas isn’t practical under modern conditions.

Antifa thinks it is. It’s what they’re planning for.

One of the things I have to remind myself of occasionally is that most people know essentially nothing about Communist theory and Communist revolutionary tactics.

Antifa is running the classic Communist playbook. Make the enemy fight you where you are strong and they are weak – where you have support among the people and (when possible) cover from sympathetic local officials.

Historically that has usually meant fighting from rural areas where the reach of the government is weak. But the Russian Revolution was an exception, and the revolution Antifa is trying to fight is another. Their natural home ground is large coastal cities run by left-wing Democrats.

ESR also provides ironclad evidence to support his contention in the above-quoted Tweet/X/Whatever.

Man, I really gotta come up with some kind of nomenclature to refer to those blasted things.

Sleeping through it update! Another ringing endorsement of refusing to go on playing the Left’s game by the One Rule mentioned above.

Somehow it is inconceivable to anyone on the political right that anyone might actually mean what they say about politics and actually be willing to fight for any of the things they claim to be willing to fight for.

Maybe Right Wingers could just look at the people saying “We hate you, we want you dead, and we are committing violence against you” and right wingers could think that they’re committing violence against you, and maybe they hate you, and they want you dead… and maybe you should hate them back?

What did you think “Civil War” meant? Vibes? Essays?

If the state’s monopoly on violence is corrupted to serve evil… would it not be time to break that monopoly? To enter that monopolized market with a new disruptive innovations, so to speak.

If the government is a usurper regime that doesn’t represent you, and is dressing up tyranny under cover of a barely feigned playact of legitimacy… Well you’re American, what did your founders do in such a situation?

Yet Even as millions of leftists openly celebrate this shooting and wish for more of them to happen, and openly state that they’ll see any who commit said shootings as heroes worth celebrating….

It is inconceivable to the Right Winger that immortal fame, their own sincerest convictions, true hatred, the judging eyes of their political forefathers, and the celebration of MILLIONS might actually be worth doing or risking something over.

Just sit back and pay taxes and keep his head down whilst serving the enemies who hate him and paying for their six figure salaries in government employment whilst waiting for more people to “wake up”… Even as they brainwash his kids to hate him, and “cut ties”, and cut their genitals off.

Just wait bro, more people need to wake up!

Kennedy was shot 60 year ago. The first people to “wake up” are in nursing homes.

You’ve waited so long for people to “wake up” that the majority have fallen back asleep and died of old age.

Yeppers, so it would seem.

Whataboutist update! Margolis handily dispenses with the noxious “Both sides” canard.

To maintain their crumbling narrative, the left weaponized a deeply flawed study from the CATO Institute’s Alex Nowrasteh, which purports to show that right-wing extremists commit the majority of politically motivated killings in America. This convenient talking point has been parroted everywhere to deflect from the fact that their side just murdered one of conservatism’s most prominent young voices.

But when you actually examine Nowrasteh’s methodology—which I have—the whole thing falls apart faster than a House Democrat’s promise to secure the border.

Take Timothy McVeigh, labeled “right-wing” despite his ideology having nothing to do with traditional conservatism. McVeigh was an anti-government extremist whose rage stemmed from Waco and Ruby Ridge, not conservative principles. The man rejected both political parties, described himself as agnostic, and supported abortion rights.

Then there’s Anderson Lee Aldrich, the Club Q shooter, branded “right-wing” despite identifying as non-binary and suffering from documented mental illness. Peyton Gendron, the Buffalo supermarket shooter, gets the same “right-wing” label even though his own manifesto explicitly identified him as an “eco-fascist national socialist”—hardly traditional conservative ideology. The study also classified a couple who killed a sex offender as perpetrators of “right-wing” violence despite the fact it was a personal vendetta with no apparent political motivation whatsoever.

Even more telling is what Nowrasteh’s study leaves out entirely. Notice how the data shows a convenient dip in 2020—the same year America witnessed the most destructive riots in its history. The George Floyd riots caused billions in property damage and at least nineteen deaths, yet somehow none of these deaths made it into his tally of political violence.

The Waukesha Christmas parade attacker, who drove his truck through a crowd in 2021 killing six people, also got left out. When you correct for these glaring omissions and misclassifications, the numbers between left-wing and right-wing violence become roughly equal—and that’s just examining the past decade.

But, the narrative that political violence is a right-wing problem took another hit this past week, when, Anibal Hernandez-Santana, a 64-year-old former legislative director for the California Federation of Teachers, decided to turn his politics into bullets with a drive-by shooting at the local ABC station. This wasn’t some random act—it happened just one day after protesters gathered there with their usual signs calling Trump “Hitler” and his supporters “fascist enablers.” Hernandez-Santana absorbed that mood of righteous fury, posted calls for Trump’s demise on social media, and then carried his left-wing politics into the realm of violence.

And that wasn’t all. Saturday night in Nashua, New Hampshire, 23-year-old Hunter Nadeau opened fire at the Sky Meadow Country Club, killing one and injuring at least two others while shouting “Free Palestine!”

The truth is unavoidable: the left doesn’t just tolerate political violence, it cultivates it. They spent the summer of 2020 making excuses for rioters while their media allies described burning buildings as “mostly peaceful protests.” They’ve created an atmosphere where their followers believe they have a moral obligation to commit violence against their political opponents.

We keep hearing lectures about “rising extremism on the right,” but the evidence keeps piling up showing exactly where the real threat is coming from. A popular conservative leader gets assassinated. A leftist union operative shoots up a television station. An anti-Israel radical sprays gunfire into a country club. And somehow the left still thinks it can wag its finger at conservatives?

Well, naturally. When you’re not merely comfortable with spewing brazen lies in the face of obvious truth but have actually come to prefer it that way, wagging a finger self-righteously at your hated enemies begins to look like pretty small beer.

Slow your roll, cool your jets, take a long, deep breath

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And hold for a slow, steady ten-count. Repeat as needed.

A psychopath with inferior weaponry is, far more often than not, a safer bet in a fight than a sane man with an arsenal.

War is not won by firepower alone.

It is shaped by willingness — by who is prepared to cross which lines. And anyone who has watched leftist mobs in action knows they cross all decent lines with glee.

This is where anger clouds the thinking.

I)f you’re thinking about the cultural moment in terms of war and you’re not actively, consciously, deliberately, and soberly factoring in the fact that it is a mob of actual psychopaths against normal people, then you are being stupidly naive, and you need to grow the fuck up before you say another word.

And certainly before you do a goddamn thing.

The second point I want to make is an answer to the question: why does this feel so different?

Trump Derangement Syndrome, as I wrote in Gain-of-Function TDS, was always ridiculous. Easy to mock. Easy to box off as just another form of political hysteria. People have always hated politicians, often irrationally. Turning Trump into the Bad Orange Man — a cartoon villain — was stupid and childish, but it had precedent. It fit into an existing cultural script.

The hate itself was the point, a bonding ritual, a way to signal in-group loyalty. That’s why, even when it metastasized into assassination attempts, it was still possible to shrug and think: presidents get shot at sometimes. It fit a paradigm.

But this? This was different. This was the moment when the mask slipped. The left showed that they’re well past virtue signaling. They actually believe the slogans.

They actually believe that disagreeing with their gender dogma — refusing to affirm that “transwomen are women” — constitutes literal violence, and that striking back with real violence is self-defense.

If they meant it — and they did — then anyone eager to pivot into “war mode” had better be brutally realistic about what that means.

To win, you don’t just need weapons. You need the willingness to out-evil a brigade of full-on Cluster B actual, literal psychopaths.

And most people on the right — thank God — are fundamentally decent. They want to defend their families, not revel in cruelty.

That’s their strength as human beings, but it’s also a massive strategic weakness if this ever does tip into real war.

I’m not saying the war-cries are wrong. I’m saying they’re reckless AF unless they’re paired with brutal, realistic honesty about the terrain. Emotion is driving this far more than reason. And in any conflict where the left’s defining edge is a higher concentration of people who enjoy inflicting suffering, the right is walking in at a massive disadvantage.

This is dangerous ground, people.

Step lightly, or don’t step at all.

A well-organized, beautifully composed piece of seriously badass writing. A hearty “well done” and a humble doff of the CF Chapeau to Ms Holly Mathnerd for her brilliant, perfectly crafted work here. And bang, zoom! Into Ye Aulde Blogrolle with ye, lass.

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Help a brother out

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This time it’s Bayou Peter Grant who badly needs some help, being crushed under an avalanche of medical expenses. Peter is a great guy and a longtime friend of this websty, as well as being a fine writer whose blog has for years had a dizzyingly-high space in my A-list bookmarks hierarchy.  GiveSendGo donations; folding money; Bitcoin; coffee cans full of small change; prayers asking God for Pete’s deliverance; Spanish doubloons; video-game cheat codes; happy thoughts; boxes of ammo for rifle/pistol/revolver/shotgun/wheel-lock musket (Management advises all Donors to consult with Recipient as to the calibers/gauges/types most suitable for his projectile weapon(s);  IMPORTANT: please complete your inquiry BEFORE any package is shipped).

Really, just whatever you can afford, in whatever form you may have it, all will be most welcome and appreciated muchly, I’m sure.

As always, my sincere thanks for y’all’s attention, amazing generosity, and best wishes. There aren’t words to express how deeply I appreciate you all, and how very much your regular presence hereabouts means to this tetchy old cripple. Makes a man humble indeed whenever he takes a brief pause to just roll it around in his head for a spell.

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Sorry, NO

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Ace really says it all in this top-shelf rip, and says it extremely well too.

No, Gleen, it’s not the same. We are not attacking the left for having differences of political opinion. We are not attacking them for having weird beliefs.

We are attacking them for celebrating assassination and murder. We are attacking them for calling for the next “pew pew” against the President Donald Trump.

If Trump goes down — we are at war.

You are right that most words are not violence. But some words are: Specifically those calling for someone to be killed, or praising an assassin for killing someone, with hopes that additional assassins will emerge.

That is what we are condemning. I do grant that some people are making the mistake of attempting to criminalize mere strong political invective — but what we’re really incensed by is that Taylor Lorenz continues to praise Luigi Mangione for his assassination and absolutely zero people in the supposedly “Respectable” media have even so much as chastised her for it.

Indeed, CNN had her on to giggle about it.

Either the left stops openly glorifying violence and calling for Trump or other Republicans to be “pew pewed” — their puerile, cutesy way of saying “shot” — or the right is going to start publishing our own Pew Pew Lists.

This is not a difference of political opinion. We on the right will not have a “debate” about whether leftwing assassins are allowed to murder us, our friends, or our leaders.

That will be a civil war situation.

It’s not up for debate. Leftwingers arguing that it is justified to murder me, my friends, and my family, and my president, are not offering a political position. They are openly conspiring to commit murder, and we don’t debate murderers. We arrest them and, if necessary, we kill them.

The left cannot put itself above the social compact. The bas(e)line, rock-bottom social compact is just “you and I are in the same tribe, the same nation, and I agree to not murder you if you agree (to) not murder me. And we also agree not to incite our more dangerous, mentally-unstable members to kill each other, either.”

If we do not have that, we do not have a country, and we are in (a) state of war. The rules of society do not apply, only the rules of war and violence do.

And there you have it. Nothing more to add from over here.

Update! In the course of making a last quick check to make sure some embarrassing goof or fother hadn’t escaped my notice when it hit me like a brick to the face: “…WILL BE a civil war situation?” Close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, as the ancient gag-line goes. It would be a better, more accurate mensuration of the current predicament to say that “This IS a civil war etc etc,” if you ask me.

The end of the beginning

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Francis closes his characteristically brilliant piece below with this penultimate ‘graph:

There’s no predicting the outcome. The Right has been too determinedly civil. We’ve never accepted the absoluteness of the contest. We’ve proceeded as if the contest could and would be settled by argument alone. But our adversaries will not accept defeat by that standard. They won’t stop short of anything but total power over all of us: the power of life and death and everything in between. Why should they not go to guns when the national discourse and the electoral contests turn against them?

Why indeed—especially when all we’ve ever done about it each and very time they’ve either heckled, threatened, Doxxed, savagely beaten, jailed, killed or tried to kill another of us is to bluster and yawp about how they’d better knock this shit off because “we have all the guns.” To hear the Blowhard Right tell it, Leftards are all just sissy-mary “transgender” fluffernutters who, unlike their manly selves, would faint dead away at the mere rumor of violence headed in their general direction. When it finally comes down to clobberin’ time for reals, Our Side will surely go through Their Side like shit through the proverbial goose, and they’ll be mighty damned sorry they ever thought it was a good idea to fuck with us. Right? RIIIIIGHT?!?

And then, of course…crickets. Even after the first (of three, so far) attempt on Trump’s life, the consensus among the MAGA sector was that this time the Left had REALLY gone too far, that their long-overdue day of reckoning was at hand for sure. Hell, we all thought it, had ourselves a grand old time snickering to each other about how seriously damned lucky the Leftards were that Trump WASN’T killed that day in PA, that if he HAD been, those shitheels would’ve been well and truly fucked. A veritable tsunami of Normal rage would’ve inundated the hapless shitlibs and sucked those rat-bastards down, down, down inrto the briny depths forever, and good riddance to them.

Nope, the world-famous photo of Our Prezmodent shaking his fist in angry defiance, Old Glory seconding his defiance behind him, the side of his face and neck covered with the blood the bullet had left in its path, why, of COURSE they’d gone too far! No true American would ever dream of taking something this over the top, this extreme, passively, an entire nation of sofa-surfers muttering the same vows to finally do something, to make the sumbitches pay this time, to teach them what happens to those who go to far and cross that bright red line.

And then, sing it with me one more time, y’all…crickets. Second verse, same as the first.

So now it’s Charlie Kirk’s turn to assume the entirely ceremonial role of Final Fucking Straw which will unclip the leash which holds us back from scrambling off to dish up some man-size portions of richly-deserved retribution that always seems like it’s right around the next bend but somehow never actually hoves into sight, tootling him melodiously all the way.

Yes, many of us are angry—incandescently angry, in fact, absolutely fucking FURIOUS over this baroque, needless pissing-away of a human life, and rightly so too. Not just any old human life either; Kirk’s was especially productive—a more-productive-than-most life spent trying his best to be a good Daddy, a loving and faithful spouse, and a decent Christian. The value of this singular life was raised continually from the open-hearted generosity with which Charlie lavished his affection, his charity, his energy, and his attention on everyone around him. His students speak of his kindness, the selfless, laid-back way he’d spend hour after hour nudging them just this much closer to truly understanding some stubborn little something which had seemed just too big a leap for his balky mind to make only minutes ago.

Too generous for his own good; a Christian man who, rather than putting on a mask to present others with a misleading portrait of his sincerity and devotion, instead didn’t seem to care one way or another what anyone else might think of him, labored mightily, honestly, and above all humbly to live up to the tenets of his Christianity. According to those who knew him well, Charlie was modest, courtesy, responsible, judicious. He was never boastful or vain, never arrogant or selfish or coarse.  Charlie Kirk just simply…WAS, that’s all.

Those noble qualities and others are why Nornals admire Kirk. Ironically, those same qualities are exactlty what made Leftards hate him so vehemently, so viciously. I also imagine those qualities had a great deal to do with why the miserable oxygen thief who killed him decided it needed doing, and he was the perfect choice for the job.

This week’s one-two knockout combination leads with a flurry of set-ups, beginning with A) the D卐M☭CRAT-crafted butchery of poor Iryna Zarutska (yes, this one is 110% on them; don’t even TRY to tell me it ain’t) which went down just up the road a piece in the shithole of Charlotte, NC—a story which spent the last 2+ weeks being rigidly locked down by the D卐M☭CRAT-friendly local media establishment at the unscrupulous behest of idiot Mayor Vi Lyle but which managed to dig its way out of Information Prison nevertheless;the set-up jabs will be followed closely by a sleep-inducing right cross like B) yesterday’s wanton gunning down of a good, decent, and altogether admirable man for purely political purposes together have gotten a lot of folks positively seething, just waiting with bated breath for someone to point them at a worthwhile target and turn ‘em loose to wreak havoc on the shitlib malefactors behind this perfect storm of horror, calamity, and bilious evil we, our former country, and indeed the entire world has been struggling to navigate for all these years.

It’d be nice to think these fiends might for once be at real risk of a long-postponed settling of accounts, definitely. Sorry and all, but try as I might I just can’t see it happening. It’d be fair to say that the cumulative effect of the enormities which, figuratively speaking, were stuffed into a paper bag, put on the porch by the front door, and set afire by those match-wielding D卐M☭CRAT firebugs was to spark within fed-up Normal hearts a feeble light of hope that at last, the karmic flame might be about to catch, spread, and burn some dick-with-ears who badly needed burning.

But alas, that would require Real Americans to do something beyond bitching and moaning about the not-fairness of a life beset by a plague of Leftists, which they just will not do. So count on it: in another cpl-three weeks, this too shall pass and be forgotten. The speculation about the seemingly improving chances that the citizenry most harmed by Leftard bullshit might finally step up to the plate and have a few mighty swings at bringing shitlib brigandry to a halt once and for all will carry on as before, bringing with it the same result it always has, namely none whatsoever. Eventually, the spark gutters out, the bleak darkness settles back in again, the hope comes to naught. And as per usual, nothing changes.

Much as I do dread such grim awfulness coming to pass in my own time, let alone in my daughter’s, the least of what OUGHT to come of all this horror and grief is the welcome arrival of a few new, improved rules. To wit:

  • They kill one (1) of ours, we kill three (3) of theirs IMMEDIATELY, without reference to Theirs being of roughly equivalent social/cultural/financial stature, political relevance, or importance with Ours, just…one of Ours, three of Theirs, every time without fail, without exception, period fucking DOT
  • They can no longer so much as leave their own homes without being hounded, harassed, and terrorized by a phalanx of armed-to-the-eyeteeth Real Americans continuously shouting specific, detailed statements threatening grievous bodily injury soon to be visited upon said Leftists, their families, and all their like-minded cohorts every step of the way to wherever it is they’re trying to go
  • The reprisals will continue until Leftists are so cowed they blanch and literally quake with fear any time they are in the vicinity of non-Leftists; When that stage is attained, then and only then can the mission-accomplished standard be hoisted on flagpoles across the land
  • All unofficial leaders must prioritize their efforts to inspire, motivate, and set an example for uncertain Normals who are dubious at best about manning up and involving themselves in this sudden surge of anti-Leftist activism; personal attention, lavish praise, and enthusiastic encouragement must be showered liberally upon every gun-shy Normal who decides he wants to get past his anxiety, cast his inhibitions to the wind, shove his inner wuss aside, leave his worries behind, and take the plunge
  • No more big talk, no more handwringing, no more shilly-shallying around; just shut up and DO IT already

Same-same with after-action gossip and/or swapping of sea-stories amongst fellow pipehitters—none of that stupid shit, please, you’ll have the Fibbies kicking in your door toot fucking sweet; in sum, a little less talk and a lot more action, as a great old tune by some good friends of mine from out Denver way put it.

As for this “no place for political violence in America” bushwa, sorry pal, but the Founding Fathers of this country would like a word. Yes, the mere prospect of what I’ve for years referred to as Civil War v2.0 is indeed terrible; the reality of such a thing would be so nightmarish as to be beyond human imagining. But is it really the worst of all possible things? John Stuart Mill put paid to that one a good-ish while back.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war, is much worse. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such war degrades a people. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice; a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice, — is often the means of their regeneration. A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever-renewing fight for ascendancy in the affairs of mankind, human beings must be willing, when need is, to do battle for the one against the other.

And there you have it. Much as I do dread the idea of a CW2, and believe me I do, the pathetic mewling of those who misrepresent themselves as staunch, stalwart American devoted to liberty, the Constitution, and the Republic bequeathed to them by far better men than they’ll ever be is so dreadful it sickens me to my core. It’s embarrassing to hear such sunshine patriots as they prattle on and on these days about the urgently vitally critical urgency that we “fight” this “war” using non-violent means exclusively—a war, mind, against an Enemy who, meanwhile, is not just talking about his intention to subjugate whatever few of us he doesn’t just kill outright but is actually doing precisely that, has been for years now.

WE’RE IN A WAR! WE’RE IN A WAR! LET’S HAVE NO FIGHTING, GENTLEMEN!!!

The more I hear these feebs natter on almost rhapsodically about how oh MAN, we’re really gonna “fighty-fight-fight-fight-FIGHT” those bastiges now, you betcher!! the more I marvel at their historical illiteracy, their apparent belief in the risible notion that a successful defense of the principles, institutions, and charters of our Founding against the rapacious Left can be achieved with mere words alone, perhaps a nice civilized chat over tea and crumpets when it’s all done.

The mulish refusal of these oh-so-delicate types to accept just how deadly serious the Leftist Enemy truly is about his aspirations, his Divine Right to rule, the power, perks, and position to which he is so clearly entitled. The Sunshine Patriot’s prissy abhorrence for mussing his hair and ruining his spotless, impeccably-pressed Brooks Brothers duds by stepping daintily down from the High Road to partake in *shudder* a vulgar brawl with Leftist swine is positively Marquess of Queensberry-esque.

The murder of Charlie Kirk, whatever else it may or may not be, contains a harsh, bitter lesson for us all. Here was a man entirely devoted to the proposition that Americans might somehow resolve differences which are in truth irreconcilable, do so peaceably, then live more or less amicably together afterwards. Against all odds, Kirk was having notable success in winning young people over to his point of view—so successful had he been, in fact, that he had to be assassinated before his last-ditch Hail Mary project to rescue America That Was without bloodshed had gone too far.

The word-warrior Sunshine Patriots spectacularly beclown themselves with everything they say. They would do well to study the lesson thrust upon us by Charlie Kirk’s unjust martyrdom until a bit of cold, hard reality has seeped into those cinderblock skulls of theirs at last. Meanwhile, they really ought to keep well out of the way of any Real Americans who might now be fed up enough to actually start fighting back for a change, and who don’t shy like a wild mustang beside a backfiring automobile from the idea of defending themselves, their beliefs, and their country using the same methods by which it originally became a country in the first place.

NOTE: All of the preceding assumes that Kirk was assassinated by Leftist(s), either a lone random nutjob or the work of some malevolent Leftard cabal nobody ever heard of. There are other possibilities, of course, some believable, others not so much. There’s the one which posits that Kirk’s murder harks back to some kind of Deep State skullduggery, another more specific, better-developed possibility which suggests that it could have been an offshoot of a larger FBI black-bag job whose original purpose was to smoke out some American ReichWing Extremists and/or insurrectionists so’s the Fibbies could have more toys to play with. Or, perhaps, the atrocity was/is something entirely Else.

One of the more moronic of these hypotheses which flatly insists, with no discernible evidence either good or bad, upon some sort of Mossad involvement with the Kirk hit is not to be taken seriously, I don’t think, or not by any serious person, at any rate. Essentially, that one’s just weirdness purely for weirdness’s sake, put forth by the usual obsessive dolts who descry a hidden Hebrew hand behind absolutely everydamnedthing. Such jejune suspicions are usually child’s play to dispense with, and this one is no different.

To begin with, why in the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed world would Mossad even want to kill Kirk in the first place, much less chance bringing down the everlasting fury of a substantial chunk of the Earth’s population on their heads should some clandestine Mossad/IDF/Israel connection to the Kirk job ever be exhumed? Realistically, what exactly could Mossad hope to gain by such a dastardly atrocity—for its service, its nation, its fellow Jews? I imagine that Mossad, Israel’s government, the Israeli military, Shin Bet, Yamam, the Knesset, and the Israeli people have quite enough on their plate at the moment to be bothering themselves overmuch about the more granular details about the assassination of Charlie Kirk.

On the other hand though, let’s not elide, overlook, or try to minimize what’s REALLY going on here either, aiiight? Below the surface of this shady business are wheels within wheels within wheels, turning around and around unseen by anyone. Why do they turn? Nobody really knows. Remember, if you will, the One Big Secret none but the bravest, most perceptive, most well-informed handful of us will ever be privy to, which of course could only be…

****((((JOOOJOOOJOOOJOOOOOOOOOOO!!!))))****

Update! My old friend over at StreamFortySeven explains what it looks like from where he sits.

In the summer of 2020, in my home town, there was the threat that Antifa would go into residential neighborhoods to cause havoc and destruction, as they had done in the suburbs of a major city 60 miles to the east. Word was got out, by various means, to them that this would not be tolerated, they might walk in, but they would not walk out. They did rip up some stores in the downtown area – part of the mob there was led by two ex-convicts on parole from the state prison, and they smashed and robbed a local jewelry store – but they did not enter any neighborhoods, because they did not dare to, police or not. A strong citizen-led defense prevented havoc and destruction, when the police were told to stand down. This did not happen in Minneapolis or Kenosha, Wisconsin or Portland, Oregon or Seattle, Washington; it did occur in a town in Idaho, where Antifa were brought in by bus, but were met with armed citizens, and ended up leaving town.

It is the duty of citizens to acquire arms and become well-practiced in their use, and band together for their own mutual protection. Lawless people are not stupid, they pick their targets, and prefer weak victims to those who are strong and prepared, the same as any other sort of criminals do. And in the wake of the assassination today, there have been many calls to go out and “hunt down Democrats” – but this temptation must be resisted, lawlessness is not defeated or prevented by more lawlessness. And it may be to the benefit of certain foreign countries, especially those under Communist or despotic rule, to have the social fabric of the United States torn apart, and the people divided and set upon each other. Self-defense and defense of community and family is one thing, generalized lawlessness and revenge is quite another, and we should keep this firmly in mind, in the 250th year of our independence.

All fine and well, but how does this self-restraint in the face off extraordinary provocation square with Jefferson’s exhortation that “God forbid we should ever be 20 years without such a rebellion“? What, too, are we to make of his well-known argument from a little further along in the Smith letter:

And what country can preserve it’s liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.

Do we think so highly of our sophistication, our prodigious intellects, that we now think ourselves superior to Jefferson, Madison, Adams, Henry, the others? If we sit idly by while our best and brightest are slaughtered like livestock by D卐M☭CRATs whose intentions—towards us and this nation alike—are in no sense honorable, decent, wholesome, or benificent, but more closely approximate those of the spider in the fat corner of his web for the unwary fly? That being so, can we be proud of the brutal tyranny which will be the inevitable consequence of our lassitude? When said tyranny has been established while we remained idle, will we retain a right to complain about our lot? One last Jeffersonian incitement to violence before I shut the heck up.

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

With the D卐M☭CRATs now so emboldened, so certain of the inevitability of victory, that they feel perfectly free to murder the leaders of their opposition in broad daylight before the very eyes of a large audience (which included the victim’s horror-stricken wife), without fear of repercussion, recrimination, or reprimand, are we to think this a good thing? To be happy about it? To quietly accede to an intolerable state of affairs without demur? To comply, to capitulate, to yield ourselves up with an indifferent shrug and a soft sigh of resignation?

Is the duty spoken of in that last quoted passage no longer applicable to Americans? Has it expired? Been repealed? Revoked? Are such arcane concepts as “rights,” “freedom,” and “duties” no more than outmoded philosophical artifacts which at some point we all grow out of, like the shirts, jeans, jackets, sneakers, &c which fit perfectly back when you were a kid but are way too small for you to squeeze into now that you’re a man grown?

Whichever way the whole mishegas shakes out, it makes me very sad that my country should have been brought to such a sorry pass.

Madness, or method?

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Oh, I dunno; I think maybe “diabolical stratagem” might actually be more the mots juste, with “Satanic plot” overtopping all comers to take the prize for accuracy, honesty, clarity, and forthrightness. Regarding the UK’s arrest of decidedly non-Woke comedian Graham Linehan for the heinous crime of Aggravated DoublePlusUngoodthink W/ Intent to Poke Fun at Pyrsynzz Of “Transgender,” Steyn opines:

I was glad to see Rupert Lowe post this:


However, I disagree that it is “MADNESS”. It is not. It is conscious strategy – because even any residual culture of free speech is incompatible with what they’re planning to do to you.

Which is why I don’t think “politics”, at least as it has been traditionally understood, will be much help to us. Have you been following the German municipal elections? Headline from Bild:

Parteien verpflichten sich, nur positiv über Migration zu sprechen

Which means:

Parties commit to speaking positively about migration

Hang on, that must be some sort of typing error, right? But no:

The CDU, the SPD, the Greens, FDP, the Left Party, and Volt have agreed, at the initiative of the Cologne Round Table for Integration, not to speak negatively about migration during the campaign. This so-called ‘Fairness Agreement’ by all the parties except the AfD (which was not even asked) stipulates that ‘migrants and refugees must not be held responsible for negative social developments such as unemployment or threats to internal security’. In principle, the parties have agreed ‘not to conduct the election campaign at the expense of people living among us with a migrant background.’

So all the parties but one have agreed to talk only positively about mass migration. This in a city, Cologne, where migrants marked New Year’s Eve a few years back with an orgy of mass rape that “mainstream” media declined to report, and in a country where only the other day an “asylum seeker” threw a sixteen-year-old girl under a train.

The dead girl is from Ukraine. She would have been safer in a war zone – as would this Ukrainian lady in North Carolina. If you wanted to incentivise revolutionary uprising, you would do as the German establishment did and sign a “fairness agreement” confirming that electoral politics is just a massive diversion for the rubes. Oh, but don’t worry: the political class is still free to have vigorous disagreements on the Shopping Mall Parking Lot Expansion bill.

The tyrannies of Europe really ought to rethink just what it is they’re incentivizing here, lest their Oaf Class subjects get themselves a bellyful of being abused by their own governments and decide it’s high time they started doing a little “incentivizing” of their own.

Unappealing update! CHERCHEZ LE “TRANNY”!!!

Graham Linehan accuser ‘is disgraced transgender police officer’
A disgraced transgender police officer is believed to have reported Graham Linehan, the gender-critic Father Ted creator, to the police over his social media posts.

Former Pc Lynsay Watson, who was born Alex Horwood, was sacked by Leicestershire Police for gross misconduct in 2023 after allegedly harassing a free speech campaigner and critic of gender ideology.

An anonymous social media account, believed to be linked to Watson, boasted in April this year of reporting Linehan to the police over several social media posts he made about transgender issues. The account encouraged other transgender activists to do the same.

Watson has a well-documented history of calling on police forces to pursue criminal investigations of campaigners who are sceptical of the belief that self-identification, and not biological sex, determines what a man or woman is.

Just when you thought the story couldn’t possibly get more off-putting than it was already…

Humble thanks

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Probably shoulda said this in comments to the original posts, but it somehow got by me. Anyways, sincerest thanks to my old friends Ken Layne and Phil of the Busted Knucks for giving my recent well-pump fundraiser a positive mention at their respective digs. Much appreciated, fellas, I can’t begin to tell ya how much.

Update! My brain having been reduced to nothing but useless goo these days, I somehow forgot to include BCE in the thank-you list. Yep, I do admit it: I’m a knucklehead.

Time to get MILITANT, y’all!

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Gun control? Nuh-uh. “TRANS” control, says Brandon Smith.

Bring Back Asylums: It’s Time To Talk About Transgender Fatigue In America
Transgenderism is not a civil rights movement; it’s a social engineering experiment. The LGBT movement is not a struggle for equal rights; it’s a covert war for political control. The agenda of the people involved in the spheres of trans-activism are radical zealots hellbent on the destruction of their enemies by any means necessary – And if you believe in logic, objective reality, biological science and moral imperative, then you are one of their enemies.

A prime strategy of the trans movement is the indoctrination of our children. They rarely have any children of their own and in order to perpetuate their numbers they must groom future generations to their cause. And, it has become clear that if they can’t indoctrinate our kids, they are perfectly willing to murder our kids.

The resulting anger against the greater trans movement makes perfect sense: Americans have transgender fatigue. We are fed up with these unhinged lunatics. We are done with them, and they’re not going to like what comes next.

I am so tired of the mainstream media continuing to perpetuate the fallacy that people can choose their gender. Even in the case of a mass killer, they insist on “respecting the person’s pronouns”. This behavior is enabling these mentally ill bottom feeders to act the way they do.

Westman in his manifesto confesses that his transition efforts were a mistake and that he wished he had never “brainwashed himself”. He noted that he “wished he was a girl” but had accepted that it was impossible. He kept his hair long as the “last shred” of the facade of being transgender because he was afraid to cut it and admit “embarrassing defeat”.

This revelation supports what I have been saying for years – The vast majority of trans people are frauds. They are putting on an activist costume because they are rebels desperate for any cause to latch onto. People with legitimate gender dysphoria are exceedingly rare, but mental illness in general is common in America today.

In the wake of the shooting Democrats are trying to turn the event into a gun issue. It’s not. Millions of Americans have guns and almost no one decides to go shoot up a school filled with little kids. No, this is about an ideological cult that glorifies mental illness. This is about transgenderism. Trans activists and the people who enable them are the problem.

I want to be clear that I’m not talking about all people who dress up as the opposite gender (or sex, whatever you prefer). There are conservative trans people out there that disagree with the LGBT movement on most things. I’m talking about the leftist political militants. They need to go. There is no room for them in the US any longer.

I think the solution is obvious: It’s time to bring back the asylums and lock up the crazies. It’s not a novel idea, it’s become a mantra for many people in 2025. I discussed the advantages of asylums in my article “How To Solve Violence In The US? Remove Democrat Run Cities And Bring Back Asylums”, published in 2023.

During the peak of America’s asylum era crime plunged to all time lows. If asylums are coupled with extended prison time for repeat offenders, crime nearly disappears. There were trespasses and abuses within some hospitals that should be addressed, but I would argue that overall the use of asylums was an undeniable net positive for society. After we shut them down, crime skyrocketed. We’ve been trying to cope ever since using state prison systems.

The time for discourse is over. The time for compromise and compassion is over. The time for brutal ignominy is at hand. At the very least these people need to be laughed at, mocked and shamed out of existence. Every aspect of trans activism needs to be shunned and erased from our society. Those who express clear threats of violence need to be locked up as they would have been 70 years ago.

Bold mine, and entirely dispositive. As I’ve argued before, Left/liberalism is an unnecessary evil that none but an affluent, advanced, stable society can afford to put up with, and even those societies can’t turn a blind eye to them for very long and keep being affluent, developed, and stable. Same-same with all the rest of Leftism’s attendant psychopathological baggage, its corollaries, offshoots, and sub-branches, the current “transgender” craze being but one of those.

There’s currently quite a hullaballoo being raised over Trump’s deploying armed National Guard troops in crime-rife cities ravaged by years of D卐M☭CRAT misrule, not all of the complaints issuing from the expected Leftard sources. I share those concerns myself. In fact, my natural inclination would be towards prioritizing concerns about the dangers inherent in such a strategy above all else, except for one leetle thing: these are NOT normal times, and the conditions in America’s urban jungles is NOT acceptable.

It’s a rock-bottom truism that extreme circumstances often call for extreme measures if one wishes to reestablish civil order, restore law and order, and enable John Q Public to walk the streets at night without fearing for his life. So it is with us today, in the year of our Lord 2025 Anno Domini. Plainly, Trump has adopted this truism as his guideline for his Crimestoppers crusade. Certainly, setting AR-toting Guardsmen to patrol the mean streets of Mordor on the Potomac might well be considered an “extreme measure,” yeah. BUT…just look at the results it’s bringing in, which are truly remarkable. Basically, after only two (2) weeks every category of crime in DC has dropped by double-digits, with the overall aggregate number representing all crimes in the District falling by a whopping 22%. I very much doubt if anybody, even Trump himself, expected his “extreme measure” in crime-ridden DC to be such a success after so short a time.

In the old America wherein the Constitution reigned supreme and individual liberty was deeply seeded within the beating heart of every American, soldiers in full battle-rattle patrolling American streets would have been anathema. Unfortunately, that America ceased to exist many years ago, and this piss-poor facsimile we live in today is ill-suited for the kind of limited Constitutional governance envisioned by the great men who Founded this nation; the kind of people most Americans have become are incapable of it, and all to many of us nowadays lack the sand, the gumption, to rise to the challenge implicit in what Sam Adams unforgettably called “the animating contest of freedom,” preferring instead to “crouch down and lick the hands which feed you9.”

As is the case in many Third World shitrapies, Amerika v2.0 is too hopelessly broken to sustain the representative Republic bequeathed to us by our Founding Fathers. Like Iraq, Somalia, Yemen, Libya, and many others, present-day “Americans” require the hard hand of a despot to rule them—to keep their passions corked, their ambitions modest, and their inner savage under control.

The FUSA’s slow, bitter de-evolution into neo-barbarism, decadence, and dissolution was neither inevitable nor coincidental. No, it was done to us on purpose, with malice aforethought, being the fruits of a long-term strategy put together and painstakingly implemented by the Left. They themselves created the opportunity for their mad lust for absolute power to be requited, then jumped on that opportunity with boith feet, made the most of it. Talk about your self-made men, pulling themselves up by their bootstraps! The accursed villeins shitlibs preferred to Washington, Jefferson, Adams, &c as THEIR “forefathers”—ie, Marcuse, Croly, Gramsci, Alinski—must be proud of their ideological descendants.

Having made their fondest dreams come true after so very many years of blood, sweat, toil, and extraordinary patience, Leftists are NOT going to just walk away from the prize they spent nearly a century pursuing simply because Real Americans ask them nicely to. Nor will negotiations, appeals to their decency, honor, and/or conscience, stirring recitations of America’s storied history, or windy bluster that everybody knows going in is empty words from the mouths of hollow, chestless men be of any real help.

Voting? The over-ballyhooed “ballot box”? Whaddya, a comedian or sump’in? G’wan, GEDOUDDAHEAH!!

Nope, the one thing, the ONLY thing, that stands even a ghost of a chance of retrieving America That Was from the clutches of the Left goblins and putting Lady Liberty back at the head of the American table where she belongs is unattenuated, uncompromising, remorseless violence. That’s all—full stop, end of story. Want your stolen country back? Okay then, here’s what you gotta do: 1) mow the Enemy down in windrows with a Ma Deuce; 2) stack Enemy bodies like cordwood; 3) put the skeer on ‘em and keep it on ‘em until they’re so frazzled the mere idea of ever tussling with us again makes them shit their britches out of sheer fright.

Should such an all-out campaign of to-the-last-man violence be successful, follow-on measures will be necessary to prevent the Leftybeast’s reanimation, so as to avoid having to repeat the whole process all over again a few years down the road. STERN measures, that is; measures that will necessarily mean turning away from some of the core principles enshrined in the DoI and US Constitution, at least until we’ve confirmed that the Beast has truly joined the Choir Invisible. Yes, doing these things will hurt. Then again, NOT doing them will hurt a hell of a lot more, and for a hell of a lot longer, too.

WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, EXHIBIT A: The 1st Amendment right to freedom of expression, the press, assembly, and full participation in the political process will no longer be applicable to Leftists of any stripe, nor to anyone who within the past ten (10) years can be shown to have been registered to vote as a member of the D卐M☭CRAT Party. Speaking of which, the D卐M☭CRAT Party itself must be immediately disbanded, dismantled, and outlawed, as should any/all socialist, Marxist, or collectivist political organizations. Individual Leftists/D卐M☭CRATs who have not been imprisoned or hanged for high treason (yet) are to be continually monitored—their phones tapped, tracking devices attached to the undercarriage of their automobile(s), their homes under 24/7 surveillance conducted by qualified surveillanced specialists who shall be equipped with ultra-sensitive microphones, cameras, voice-activated recorders, and micro-miniature robotic devices with radio transmission/reception, audio recording, mobility, and Bluetooth capabilities. All Subject’s movements, both within the home and outside it, shall be tracked and logged.

At NO time, under NO circumstances, should Subject not be under direct eyes-on observation by no fewer than one (1) surveillance agent. Should the entire surveillance team ALL somehow lose visual contact with Subject, even momentarily, the mission is to be regarded as compromised, and further surveillance activity shall be discontinued without delay. No further surveillance of Subject is to be conducted until a Field Report has been completed and turned in to the SAC, and a new tactical ops plan, REO, and duty schedule has been drawn up, submitted, reviewed, and approved by the SAC.

Should Subject(s) evince even slight interest in re-establishing contact with anyone from “that old gang of mine”—ie, local Party co-workers, a former Pickleball partner, members of the Revolutionary Book, Film, and Chess Society, Happy Hour drinking companion at the local pub, fellow members of the bowling team, etc etc, then everybody, and I mean EVERYBODY, gets whisked off to jail for a spell. No indictment, no trial, no judge, no jury, no lawyers, no explanation, no shilly-shallying around, just…lock ‘em the fuck down. Let ‘em cool their heels someplace nice and quiet where they’ll have plenty of free time to relax, unwind, and ruminate on a few of their less-fortunate life choices.

And that’s are just for openers; I’m sure there’s any number of ways we could arrange for our Leftard friends to enjoy the Worker’s Paradise a little sooner than they expected. No, after having seen FederalGovCo take away our rights one by one, having to do the exact same thing ourselves to the Leftybots shouldn’t impose an unbearable burden of guilt on anybody. We don’t have to like it, and some of us may very well not, even if it IS purely a temporary thing until the Lefty menace has been abolished. Then everything can go back to normal again, wih any luck for a good long while. To even think of depriving others of their rights, flinging the Constitution down and dancing upon it, is nothing short of heartbreaking to many of us. Which, that’s as it should be, really. The more pain we feel from it, the less likely we’ll be to neglect putting everything back the way it was again once the shitlib infestation has been eradicated.

Unpleasant as it may be to contemplate, what else can we do that might possibly turn the trick for us? Seriously now, can the Left reasonably expect to be extended rights which they’ve striven ardently for many years to deny ALL of us? Likewise, ought they to be granted privileges, liberties, and protections which have been enumerated, established, and defended by a country they intend to destroy, vilify with every other breath they take, and hate so viciously it makes my hair hurt to think of it? Should Leftists be allowed, figuratively speaking, to shelter beneath a flag they’d greatly prefer to burn than to salute?

How long will we pretend not to notice the turd in the punchbowl before we scoop it up with a guppy net, drop it into the toilet, and flush the vile thing the hell away? Because seems to me that’s a right fair metaphor for where we all are at the moment viz a viz the treasonous, treacherous, racist, sexually warped, deceitful, violent, lazy, ineducable, anti-American, hate-crazed Left. At some point, somebody is just gonna have to man up and acknowledge once and for all that the unidentified floating object bobbing around in the punch next to the orange, lemon, and lime slices is in fact a big, fat, stinking doo-doo bolus, at which point either that guy or somebody else is gonna need to take steps before the whole damned party is ruined, the house stinks like a cow pasture with too many cows fenced inside, and some dainty female with a weak stomach who already downed half of a jumbo-size Solo cup’s worth of punch sees that stink pickle flavoring the party beverage and blows lunch all over the tablecloth, her date, herself, and anybody else who didn’t get out of the line of fire quick enough.

S’cuse me, did I say before that the notional poopstick was “a right fair metaphor” for the contemporary Left and all its works? Allow me to revise: it’s a fucking PERFECT metaphor for those walking adverts for unrestricted abortion (my apologies, “women’s health care”) up to age 35! There’s never been a better one; I don’t see how the Left=turd=Left metaphor couid POSSIBLY be improved upon. Shoot, Shakespeare, TS Eliot, Yeats, Sid Perelman, Ambrose Bierce, PG Wodehouse, and Raymond Chandler head-shedding round the clock wouldn’t be able to find a way to sweeten THAT beauty up!

Think I’m not serious as a heart attack about all this, or that Brandon isn’t? Consider, if you will: every serious problem we face today, including but not limited to:

  • Urban lawlessness, decay, and chaos
  • Open borders which tens of millions of criminals, gang/cartel members, terrorists, welfare cheats, and drains on society have crossed
  • Cross-dressing, gender dysphoria, child molestation, and other sexual perversions not merely tolerated but publicly celebrated
  • Declining birth rates and IQs
  • A military high command far more interested in hewing strictly to Woke doctrine than in winning wars; more concerned about advancing the interests and agenda of “transgender” freaks than those of the country he’s sworn to serve, American civilians, and his fellow soldiers/sailors/airmen/Marines; more dedicated to apple-polishing, log-rolling, and political rumpswabbery than to making sure his men are well-trained, physically fit, mentally prepared, sufficiently rested, and properly-equipped to accomplish the assigned mission with as little injury, loss of life, confusion, and/or hardware failure, wastage, or loss as may be
  • Rampant immorality, greed, self-obsession, loss of faith in institutions, “expert” opinion, and authority
  • Irrepairable division, distrust, and discord between multitudinous segments of the populace have torn wide, deep fissures in the nation’s bedrock—fissures which are unbridgeable; divisions and distrust which are way beyond even the most silver-tongued devil’s ability to talk us all through it; strife which, once the skirmishers have done their duty and the firing of the pickets has sputtered to a very occasional sultry POP, will suddenly burst wide open. Suddenly, the contending armies find themselves in the middle of a bona fide battle which no lieutenant general can end, no brigadier can manage, no bird colonel can direct, and no crusty, been-there-done-that senior NCO has ever seen the like of before. The massed units of infantry, armored cav, artillery, and CAS on both sides will be grievously hurt, whoever lays claim to being the “victor” when the firing has ended. None shall be spared, none shall leave this field of honor unscathed. After the shattering life or death struggle, one simple query will haunt the thoughts of American civilians far removed from the field: will our flag still be there? Will America itself still exist, or will shot and shell have ripped our country into pieces too small to be sewn back together again? No way of knowing until the fighting is complete, the butcher’s bill has been totted up, and the wounded have been taken to the rear for triage, surgery, bandages, all those mysterious, miraculous possibilities. And then we shall learn if there are enough surviving infantrymen, on either side of the MLR, who retain the strength, both of body and of will, to climb to their feet, shoulder their rifles, and continue the fight
  • Riots, looting, arson, brutal beatings during public “protest” marches perpetrated by platoons of hit & run thugs in hoods and masked who, for some strange reason, the Thin Blue Line seems more interested in escorting from the scene of the crime than they do in making arrests or assisting bleeding, semi-conscious victims, usually elderly couples trying to make their way home alive from dinner
  • Young males bullyragged by teachers, the media/entertainment/arts complex, shrieking Feminazis, doctors, nurses, and “counselors” until they emerge from their forced re-progamming as emasculated, lily-livered twatwaffles good for nothing but sitting in a dark closet trembling and mumbling softly to himself. Enlightened überliberals say this is a HUGE improvement over the Old Way because boys are just too darn competitive, aggressive, loud, rumbustious, “toxic,” and hard-headed; as has been the way with all little boys since Australopithicus roamed the veldt grunting, farting, scratching himself, and picking his nose, adult women can’t control them, they can’t control themselves, and worst of all, before you know it they’ve exited the tribulation of puberty and become *shudder* MEN!! Unless there’s a lawn to be mowed, a flat to be fixed, a big hairy spider to be smooshed, or a strange noise downstairs late at night to be investigated, all in all they’re just more trouble than they’ll ever be worth. Plus, y’know, they’re all fucking rapists too, every one of the rotten bastards
  • Governors, mayors, and judges refusing to cooperate with lawful Federal actions, programs, and/or orders
  • ICE agents, cops, and firefighters/EMTs harrassed, assaulted, even murdered
  • Rents, home prices, new car, and food prices skyrocketing
  • Creativity, innovation, and entrepreneurship choked out by rules, regulations, prohibitions, red tape, and bureaucratic meddling which increase geometrically but have never, EVER decreased
  • Government “schools” churning out hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of high school graduates who can neither read nor do simple math; meanwhile, teachers are brutally beaten, stabbed, threatened, molested, and terrorized by feral Dindus who never face meaningful sanctions for their disruptive, bestial behavior

All these problems and lots, lots more besides brought to you exclusively by Leftist ideologues, sneakthieves, bunco artists, snake oil salesmen, and flim-flam men.

I do hate to have to make suggestions advising we abandon Constitutional principles and strictures against big-government excess until the Leftist mind-disease has been excised such as I did earlier, I truly do. Unfortunately, the Leftist tick has burrowed so deeply into the oleaginous flesh of our flabby body politic that in order to root the little bloodsuckers out and rid ourselves of them, we’re not only going to have to do things that just don’t sit right with Real American patriots, we’re going to have to make some serious adjustments to our own beliefs, attitudes, and values as well, at least until the scourge of Leftist ideology has been satisfactorily dealt with, and whatever’s left of America That Was has been reopened under the Old Management, and is well on its way to being restored to her former glory.

Basically, we’ll have to become the type of people we never wanted to be—to become a sort of mirror image reflecting the worst qualities of our enemies—to be almost as bad as they are, stoop just about as low, only nooooot quite. Sadly, the lengths to which we’ll need to go in order to liberate ourselves, our nation, and future generations from the malign influence of the Evil Left are an indication of just how far they’ve dragged us down the road to Leftard ruin. Thanks be to God that we haven’t gotten quite as far along that dark and perilous road as the Brits haven’t, or not just yet, at. any rate. Nevertheless, we’re hot on their heels and closing in fast, that is precisely what must be changed before it’s too late to even slow our suicide plunge over the collectivist cliff, much less stop it, MUCH less turn this bus around and change course while we still can.

Which means we do still have some chance, albeit slim, of beating the bastards, of living to see a brighter dawn. Alas, the Brits…don’t. For them, it really IS too late. Thus a once-mighty, formerly proud people was overwhelmed; a noble heritage as stewards and protectors of the ever-fragile cradle of Western Civilizationv was abandoned, a sacred obligation was foresworn. England gave in without offering even token resistance, willing collaborators in the wanton destruction of a truly heroic legacy.

The damage Leftism wreaks upon every society foolish enough to allow it to flourish unchecked is incalculable, lasting, and nearly impossible to undo. This toxic ideology and its likewise-toxic adherents, advocates, and sundry useful idiots must be eliminated eftsoons, before they’ve eliminated us.

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