Predictive history

When you think about it, pretty much ALL history is predictive, really.

So these days I find myself ‘tween-wars, reflecting on my last visit to Connaught Place, which is well worth your time if you’re ever in New Delhi. I believe a while back it was formally re-named in honour of Rajiv Gandhi, but I have never heard any Indian refer to it as anything other than Connaught Place – which you’d think would be funny enough for the chippiest Hindu nationalist: A district named after Queen Victoria’s son, the Duke of Connaught, former Governor General of Canada, to symbolise the enduring power of the British Crown is now the seat of the Indian hegemony H1B-ing the world.

London ordered the building of New Delhi because they calculated it would be easier to control the Indian sub-continent from there than from the former capital of Calcutta. That was the only purpose of the project: to cement British rule. The King-Emperor inaugurated the new seat of the Raj in 1931 – and, within sixteen years, the Raj was gone.

That’s why it’s sobering to walk around Connaught Place today. The greatest architect in all the empire, Sir Edwin Lutyens, was brought over to design the Viceroy’s House and lay out what to this day is known as “Lutyens’ Delhi”. Did he know it was for a mere decade-and-a-half? No. On that timescale, the Viceroy could have made do with a junior suite at the Marriott. If you had suggested to anyone, from Sir Edwin down to the lowliest labourer, that the next decade would bring the end of British rule, they’d have thought you were nuts. And yet it happened. Because very few of us are alert to the moment when history accelerates past the delusional pseudo-permanence of the age. So Lutyens et al did not know they were building a magnificent new capital …for their successors.

That decade-and-a-half clock is now upon us – by which I mean North America, Australia-New Zealand and all Europe west of the Iron Curtain. We are building systems of control – digital ID, Net Zero – for our successors, and by 2040 those successors will be taking the reins of power.

That’s to say, we are in the last fifteen years of anything recognisable as the western world.

Follows, scads of evidence supporting that bleak conclusion—evidence I find nigh impossible to refute, therefore will not even try.

Right about here is where I would ordinarily break out my oft-used “I pray he’s wrong, but fear he’s right” plaint, but this time, I just…I just…dammit, I just can’t, somehow.

Update! I just gotta include this damning bit:

All solutions other than mass expulsion involve far more blood. Years ago on the curvy couch at Fox, I remember shocking Brian Kilmeade when I mentioned that, at the height of the so-called Irish “Troubles”, MI5 calculated that no more than one hundred individuals were involved in all the bombing and killing. America has the most heavily armed civilian population on earth. Is all that firepower just for decoration? For butching up the gun rack in the back of your pickup? If not, how many Americans would it take to object to their demographic dispossession and the sacrifice of their womenfolk? Are they perhaps worried that tea parties and minutemen and whatnot are no longer possible in the 24/7 panopticon state?

My guess is that they no longer give a shit whether they are or not, being fat, lazy, self-absorbed slobs. Read it all.

A Thanksgiving to remember

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Beware of shitlibs crying “Nuremberg v2.0!”

Via Driscoll, a useful albeit sobering reminder.


“Show more,” I defy thee!

Nuremberg followed the total military defeat of the Nazi regime.

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

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

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

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

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

Conduct unbecoming

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


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

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

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

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

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

A perfect plan…

…yields perfect results.

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

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

Yet, I should probably say. YET.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Horror story of the year the decade the century all fucking TIME

What can one say, but…YIKES!!!

Why you don’t want to get tuberculosis on your penis
While tuberculosis can attack anywhere, it’s extremely rare on the penis.

Well, we got that going for us, at least. For those of you who aren’t prone to nightmares, onwards.

A man in Ireland earned the unpleasant distinction of developing an exceedingly rare infection on his penis—one that has a puzzling origin, but may be connected to his work with dead animals.

According to an article published in ASM Case Reports on Thursday, the 57-year-old man went to a hospital in Dublin after his penis became red, swollen, and painful over the course of a week. He also had a fever. Doctors promptly admitted him to the hospital and noted that he had received a kidney transplant 15 years prior. As such, he was on immunosuppressive drugs, which keep his body from rejecting the organ, but could also allow infections to run amok.

Initial blood work found hints of an infection, and the doctors initially suspected a bacterial skin infection (cellulitis) had taken hold in his nether region. So, they put him on some standard antibiotics for that. But his penis only got worse, redder, and more swollen. This prompted consultation with infectious disease doctors.

A more thorough review of the man’s case revealed that in the three months before his hospital visit, he had experienced fever, drenching night sweats, chills, loss of appetite, and weight loss. They also noted that he had a lot of dead animal exposure. He was born and raised on a farm in rural Ireland, worked as a butcher handling deer and occasionally cattle, and was an avid hunter who field -dressed game.

Happily, I myself am not disposed towards any of those activities, although neither am I opposed to them. Well, until just now I wasn’t. More, and even worserer:

While Mycobacterium can spread through the air and are often found in the lungs, the bacteria can strike anywhere in the body. Still, penile tuberculosis is exceedingly rare. In fact, it’s uncommon to have tuberculosis erupt anywhere in the urinary and genital tracts. Among the infections that spring up in the region, penile infections account for less than 1 percent.

But, given the man’s lungs and his immunosuppressed status, the unusual presentation became their leading guess—and tests soon confirmed it. Mycobacterium were identified in the man’s respiratory tract, and penile tissue tested also showed the bacteria, though the testing couldn’t identify what species of Mycobacterium.

Treatment for tuberculosis requires a regimen of several antibiotics and takes months. In the man’s case, they customized his treatment with a 12-month, four-drug regimen that wouldn’t interfere with his transplant.

Still, the penile lesion got worse before it got better. He developed a large necrotic ulceration on the side of his penis, and his foreskin began to “break down.” Surgeons had to mechanically cut out the dead tissue. After 10 months, his infection appeared to have cleared, and his penile lesion had improved.

Bold mine, natch, and that part of this horrible story makes me feel particularly bad for the guy. I mean, think about it for a sec: the poor fella’s White, and Irish to boot, so we can safely assume that he didn’t have any spare pecker to be slicing off, know what I mean?

I said “Yikes!!!” already, right? Well, I’d like to add a “Holy shit!” to that sentiment, if I may.

(Via Insty)

Tucker: what happened?

One of the biggest disappointments for me over the past 3-4 years or so has been Tucker Carlson’s slow, sad slide from being one of the most effective, entertaining, and influential commentators on Our Side down to being just another gibbering, flakey-fringey weirdo who just doesn’t know when to shut up, but badly needs to learn. His baffling decision to sign on with the stupid, self-negating Kike-O-Phobic legions and start in. on peddling that rancid swill pains me no end. It would seem that PJM’s Scott Pinsker, whom I have excerpted/linked here many times before, shares my dismay (NOTE: No link; I didn’t include it when I began working on this post weeks ago and can’t find the original article now).

Two plotlines that keep popping up nowadays are centered on two specific themes: “Watch out for the Jews!” and “Everybody’s a Nazi but my guy.”

For the former, the Democratic Party had a near-total monopoly of the Hamas-loving, Jew-hating antisemites. Not every Democrat was an antisemite, but if you were marching against Israel, cosplaying in a keffiyeh, and harassing Jewish students, I’ll bet your bottom shekel that you didn’t vote Republican in the last election.

Until Oct. 7, 2023, hating Israel and linking “those Jews” to kooky conspiracies was strictly a leftwing phenomenon. Conservatives didn’t traffic in that trope.

Not so anymore.

And I’m not just talking about fringe voices — like Candace Owens, Nick Fuentes, and Marjorie Taylor Greene. I’m talking about one of the biggest, most influential, most widely-followed conservatives in the country: Tucker Carlson.

He’s done more to mainstream antisemitism in the Republican Party than anyone alive.

Carlson operates under the façade of “just asking questions,” which sounds innocuous enough: How could you possibly fault a guy for being so gosh-darn intellectually curious, hmm? Unless… (gasp) you’re HIDING something dastardly!

But it’s NOT intellectual curiosity. He’s NOT an investigative reporter, doggedly following the facts wherever they lead him, damning the consequences along the way.

He’s a professional propagandist who profits from peddling lies, conspiracies, and bigotry. He’s not “just asking questions” because he’s curious; he’s doing it because it’s profitable.

This is how he makes money.

I also don’t think it’s coincidental that Carlson’s antisemitic, anti-Israel “political conversion” came at the same time Qatar and Saudi Arabia launched a multibillion-dollar PR campaign to influence American opinion. Seems a bit too on-the-nose for that.

Don’t know if I can honestly say I’m with our boy Scott one hundred percent on this one. Specifically, I cant imagine that Tucker started spewing this bilious twaddle exclusively, nor even mainly, for the money. I very much doubt that; even with Qatar, the UAE, and the House of Saud kicking in, I simply do not believe that there’s very much money in hawking up Crackpot Right calumnies against the Tribe© and all its nefarious machinations.

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The above is the first part of a MUCH longer post I’ve had sitting in the “Local Drafts” hopper waiting for me to find a place for it out front here…which I just did, on account of another solid “Whither Tucker?” piece over at PJM, this one exploring the similarities and (especially) the glaring differences between Tucker and Mark Levin. To wit:

For years, Mark Levin and Tucker Carlson have been two of the most prominent conservative voices in the public arena. Currently, they are in a feud with each other. Levin has accused Carlson of being an antisemite and “fake Maga,” and Carlson has called Levin “evil.” Both men have been trusted for so many years, and it is important for the conservative movement in America that we take an honest look at each man, their feud, and the truth.

The styles of these two men are diametrically opposed, and this undoubtedly affects the feelings of people towards each man. Mark Levin is passionate and blunt; like a targeted bunker-busting bomb, he honestly and clearly makes his points and arguments. Carlson, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. More like a stealth fighter, Tucker Carlson is smooth and polished, saying more through implications and inferences than actually making clear statements. He often phrases his opinions as “Why can’t we just ask…,” as opposed to Levin, who clearly and cogently expresses his opinions not as questions but as facts.

The men are very different both as human beings and as commentators. Levin was heavily involved in actual politics prior to becoming a commentator, having worked in President Ronald Reagan’s administration as well as serving as chief of staff for Attorney General Edwin Meese. He is the former president of the Landmark Legal Foundation, an author of seven bestselling books, and, since 2015, editor-in-chief of the Conservative Review. From the time that Donald Trump got the presidential nomination in 2016, Levin has been an ardent and consistent Trump supporter. In April 2025, President Trump appointed Levin to become a member of the Homeland Security Advisory Council. Throughout his career, his opinions have been consistent. He’s condemned “Republicans in Name Only,” supported Israel as the first line of defense in the Islamic war against Western Civilization, and exposed the deep state coalition between Democrats and the media.

Tucker Carlson is almost the exact opposite type of human being in every way, having spent his entire career in media, first as a writer before moving into other media. His shows on X and the Tucker Carlson Network have made him one of the largest media personalities in the world, with almost four times as many followers on X as Levin. He has changed his public opinions on many issues multiple times. Formerly an economic libertarian, he now supports protectionism. Although originally supportive of the Iraq war, in 2004 he renounced his initial support for the war and now opposes U.S. foreign interventions. From 2000-2005 he was the “conservative” voice on CNN, NPR, and MSNBC. He was on Fox New until he was fired in 2023; he then started his own media company. Whereas Levin has always been a Republican since his graduation from college at the age of 19, Carlson was registered as a Democrat from 2006 to 2020, and even claimed to have voted for Kanye West over Trump in the 2020 election. Tucker was a supporter of John McCain; claims to be against abortion (more on that in a moment); and, at different times, has supported authoritarian regimes like Putin in Russia and Assad in Syria. Carlson has waffled over the years between supporting Trump and castigating him (in a 2023 court filing, Carlson’s text messages were exposed, in which he wrote that he hated Trump “passionately”); and most recently has come into conflict with the president regarding Israel, foreign policy, and a number of other issues.

Worth reading in full, I’d say, unless you care even less about Tucker Carlson’s bizarre collapse into the Jew-fetishism of the Crackpot Right than I do, which quite frankly would be very hard to do without spraining something. That said, i somehow managed to read the whole thing nevertheless and enjoyed it, so perhaps you might also.

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

Annnnnd off we go.

BLUE WAVE:

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

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

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

As if that wasn’t bad enough:


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mamdani represents, to me, everything I fight against.

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

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

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

Now, we arrive at the Big, Tough Q’s.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Across the west, the crisis is moving beyond politics.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AWWWWW

My heart, it bleeds for the poor dears.

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

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

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

Will President Donald Trump capitalize on the split?

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

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

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

Democrats responded with fury.

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

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

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

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

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

Suffer, bitches.

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

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

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)

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!

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

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.

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