Brilliant!

About. Fucking. TIME

Posted on November 9, 2025November 9, 2025 by Mike 1 Comment

I checked, but could find no mention of the old Vichy GOPe “repeal AND REPLACE” subterfuge. Which I consider to be a very good thing

Yes! Trump Calls for Ending Obamacare
President Trump took to Truth Social on Saturday to lay out a blunt message for Senate Republicans: End Obamacare once and for all, and give the money straight back to the people.

As the government shutdown drags into its 38th day, Trump is pushing for a common-sense fix that bypasses the bureaucrats and delivers real results to Americans directly.

“I am recommending to Senate Republicans that the Hundreds of Billions of Dollars currently being sent to money sucking Insurance Companies in order to save the bad Healthcare provided by ObamaCare, BE SENT DIRECTLY TO THE PEOPLE SO THAT THEY CAN PURCHASE THEIR OWN, MUCH BETTER, HEALTHCARE, and have money left over,” Trump wrote. “In other words, take from the BIG, BAD Insurance Companies, give it to the people, and terminate, per Dollar spent, the worst Healthcare anywhere in the World, ObamaCare.”

While details of the plan remain unclear, one thing is certain: Obamacare has been a disaster, and it’s time to do something about it.

Hey, anybody remember back when Obamacare was being pimped as the cure for all our healthcare ills? YOU know, when Obamacare was going to make health insurance affordable, readily available to all, and easily comprehensible to the ordinary Joe?

Everything would be simplified, streamlined, more cost-efficient and smooth-running than ever before. Patients, doctors, nurses, admins, assistants, every last man Jack of us would benefit enormously from the “fundamental transformation” of our creaky, dilapidated, antiquated system. For this beneficent retooling of a badly-broken system, every American would owe Bathhouse Barry a debt which could never be repaid. President Ogabe’s legacy would make Washington, Jefferson, and Adams look like pikers by comparison.

Yeah, about all that…

Our disdainful Lords and Masters admonished us from On High that we’d “have to pass it to find out what was in it,” but unfortunately, the bag we were left holding turned out to be yet another pig in a poke. All anybody’s talked about since the implementation of the Obamacare shit circus is the desperate need to “fix” the thing, which far as I’m concerned gives the game away. Trump has the right of it: dump the worthless boondoggle, let the market work its magic, and return health-care freedom of choice to We Duh Peepul.

Who knows, perhaps medical care and health insurance could even get back to being as reasonably-priced, the health-care labyrinth as readily navigable, as it was when I was a wee bairn (ie, twenty scoots per visit to the doctor’s office, payable via cash, personal check, or credit card), before boozehound Teddy Kennedy (D-Chappaquiddick) poked FederalGovCo’s big, fat nose into what had heretofore worked quite well as a private affair back in ’65, turning a health-care system that had been the envy of the world into the most unfunny joke of all time.

Laissez les bon temps roulez!

Posted on October 27, 2025October 29, 2025 by Mike

Allons danser de zydeco, churrens.

CJ makes that beautiful Stradella-Musette squeezebox all but talk, don’t he? Good, good stuff. If this next selection doesn’t bring a tear to your eye, better check yourself for a pulse immediately—because you probably aint’ got one.

Time for a little backstory on CJ and the Red Hots, I believe: CJ Chenier is the rebel son of legendary zydeco musician Clifton Chenier, whose Red Hot Louisiana Band CJ kept alive upon the old man’s demise, after casting off his own deep uncertainty regarding whether he could, or even should, assume his father’s role. In fact, the above video is taken from a show commemorating Papa Clifton ’s 100th birthday, featuring several extraordinary accordionists in addition to Chenier fils.

As Fate would have it, I have a little history with CJ and the Red Hots my own self. Back in my glorious NYC days, the Red Hots were scheduled to play the long-gone Tramps concert hall one night. The venue’s owner (Terry Dunne), knowing what a big fan of CJ Chenier I was, telephoned to inform me that I needed to haul some serious ass down to his joint for sound check, so’s he could introduce me to dem Ragin’ Cajuns.

So of course I did that thing. The band’s lineup was more or less the same as in the Austin City Limits vid up top, excepting the drummer. Offsetting this somewhat disappointing absence, Red Hots rhythm guitar/triangle virtuoso Harry Hippolite was present and accounted for, which saved the day from being a near-wipeout pour moi.

In the end, Harry, CJ, lead guitarist Rodney Bartholomew—hell, the whole lot—turned oout to be some of the nicest, friendliest, most easygoing folks you could ever hope to meet, and I consider myself blessed indeed to have made their acquaintance on that frabjous day. No oversize egos; no pretention; no falsity; no attempt to deride, belittle, or antagonize; no throwing around of (nonexistent) weight—just genuine, regular down-home folks who are glad and grateful to be wherever they are, and likewise glad to have you are there with ’em.

After kicking back with the fellas and chit-chatting about the kind of things salty old road dogs tend to talk sbout when they get together—dive bars, loose women, incompetent sound men, the chronic diarrhea brought on by a succession of greasy, grab-it-n-gobble-it meals day after day after day—Harry sidled up quietly to ask a question of me: as a resident of NYC, perhaps I might know where a guy could score himself a little weed?

Now it just so happened that at that time I was co-bartending every Friday night with this babe-a-iicious half-Thai chick who just so happened to be slinging some of the most ass-kicking skunk EVAR. So I went upstairs, made a quick phone call, and a deal was made. I semi-speed-walked sixteen blocks downtown and a cpl-three east of Tramps’ West 21st Street location, picked up the goods, walked back to Tramps, and voila! Just that quick and easy, the deed was done.

Back inside the quiet, near-deserted main room of Tramps, I nabbed a complimentary Tanqueray and tonic and lingered at the bar for a pleasant interlude confabbing with the fresh-off-the-boat fair Colleen behind the stick, Katherine by name, with whom I’d gotten very chummy in the course of my own many Tramps gigs.

Katherine closed our too-brief tête à tête with a lively but demure kiss (a seeming impossibillity I’ve never before or since known any woman to do) and merrily shooed me off to someplace else, saying she had a whole lot of work to do and not a whole lot of time in which to do it, so I headed back down to the Green Room to deliver my precious cargo. Harry nabbed the bag from my hand, twisted a tight, slender pin-joint, and sparked up. Everyone huddled up in a shoulder-to-shoulder circle and passed Harry’s handiwork around.

I mean, we fumigated the space with a sweet-smelling cloud of ganja smoke in short order! As the happy-stick made its appointed rounds, CJ gratefully assured me that henceforth I would have a guar-on-teed spot on the guest list, including a plus-one of my choosing, for any Red Hots performance I cared to attend, anywhere. Also, the promised guest-list spot had no expirstion date, would be a forever kind of thing. Taken aback by such unexpected generosity, I clasped CJ’s big hand and shook it heartily, which heartfelt yet insufficient gesture he double-trumped when he threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a powerful bear-hug.

Good music; good friends; a righteous buzz; an impromptu private bash thrown in a large, well-kept dressing room; a comely young Irish lass who’d long since made it abundantly clear to me that she could be had mere steps away—I ask you, what more could a guy ask for?

Now if that ain’t a happy ending, I don’t know what would be.

PS: I felt it necessary to do this post because of BCE’s account of his recent N’Awliins adventure, for the edification (hopefully) of one of the commenters over there.

* No-Tell Motel, this would be; my smoking-hot fellow barkeep would on occasion bake a big batch of loco weed-spiked brownies to plate up and set out on the bar for Those Who Know to avail themselves of—which is how it came to pass that I got famed teetotaler Glenn Danzig stoned out of his gourd one fine Friday night, a hy-larious true-life tale I’m pretty sure I told here some years back

The winner for GOAT politician

Posted on October 26, 2025October 26, 2025 by Mike

Could only be the Right Honorable Sen John N Kennedy, R-La.

John Kennedy Just Ended Kamala’s 2028 Dreams in One Sentence
As we previously reported, Kamala Harris recently gave an interview where she hinted more strongly than before that she might run for president again in the future. During the interview, a BBC reporter humorously mentioned Kamala’s long-shot betting odds, underscoring that few take her prospects seriously. Kamala also previously claimed that people had told her she was “the most qualified candidate ever to run for president,” adding, “I’m just speaking fact.”

I don’t have to tell you that nobody—and I mean nobody—has ever thought that, much less said it out loud where anyone might overhear it.

Naturally, when comedian Adam Carolla had Sen. John Kennedy (R-La.) on his podcast, they had to talk about Kamala’s delusions of grandeur.

Carolla played the clip of Kamala making her claim, and then turned to Kennedy for his reaction. “Well, I know the vice president,” Kennedy began. “We served in the United States Senate together. We were on the Judiciary Committee together.”

Kennedy didn’t hold back his assessment. “She was very scripted. I think she’s a lovely person, and she’s entitled to her opinion,” he said. “But I have seen the polling before she got in the race, and the polls showed that most Americans looked at the vice president and thought to themselves, ‘When her IQ gets to 75, she oughta sell.’ Now, that’s what the polling showed.”

He noted that the media attacked him for making that observation in the past. “I pointed that out at the time, and the legacy media beat up on me like I stole Christmas, but that’s what the polling showed,” Kennedy said.

As for why Kamala ended up in the 2024 race, Kennedy argued it wasn’t part of the original plan. “I don’t think she expected to be running for president,” he said, “but I also don’t think they expected President Biden to have a major league goat rodeo meltdown in front of the American people in his first and only debate. And so it was thrust upon her.”

As opposed to into her, as was the case when Kumala used notorious California grifter Willie Brown to suck-start her less-than-whelming political “career.” Quite a contrast with Sen Kennedy, who when it comes to politicians is rather the exception that proves the rule.

Carolla agreed that Kamala’s résumé doesn’t exactly scream “most qualified.” “Being DA of San Francisco or holding some position where you’re in the pockets of donors and contributors—I don’t know if I like those kind of qualifications,” he said. “I would take a guy who was a farmer, a veteran, a Navy SEAL, or who ran his own business. In my world, a welder who ran his own welding business—I like those qualifications better than

Kennedy closed with a broader reflection on leadership. “To be a successful political leader, you do have to be smart, but it’s more than that,” he said. “You have to be mature. You have to be governed by morality, not appetite and ambition. You’ve got to exercise power intelligently and know which bridge to burn and which bridge to cross. And you can serve in public life all you want, but if you don’t have those skills, then you’re not going to be a good president.”

He then contrasted Trump’s clarity with Harris’s incoherence. “Vice President Harris could never… she just couldn’t communicate,” he said. “It was like she was speaking in Sanskrit. Nobody knew what she was talking about. Trump, on the other hand—you may like him, you may dislike him, but you know exactly where he’s coming from. Most people, whether they like him or not, respect the transparency. And he’s pretty much done what he said he would do.”

Smart fella, that Kennedy is. Straight up, no chaser, no mucking about, never a pulled punch, the plain and simple truth delivered with an ‘aw, shucks” grin and a hearty chuckle—why, it’s almost as if the man doesn’t even know what “dissembling” means, nor much cares to. All of which is a BIG part of what makes him so exceptional, see.

You don’t mess with JD, nor his ol’ lady neither

Posted on October 23, 2025October 23, 2025 by Mike

Not if you know what’s good for you, you don’t.

In case you missed it, Joe Biden’s former White House press secretary, Jen Psaki, made some vile comments about Vance’s marriage earlier this week, implying that JD is “scary” and Usha is being held hostage somehow.

I think the little Manchurian candidate, JD Vance, wants to be president more than anything else. I always wonder what’s going on in the mind of his wife. Like, are you okay? Blink four times. Come over here. We’ll save you. He’s willing to do anything to get there… he’s scarier in certain ways.

I’ve debated writing about this since it happened, but it’s so irritating that I couldn’t bring myself to give it the time of day. First of all, Psaki spent 16 months telling us that Biden was a good president, so why would anyone take anything she says seriously? Second, I’ve learned a lot about the second lady since her husband took office, and she is an incredible woman — a wonderful role model for young women and girls. By all accounts, she adores her husband, and it’s evident in every appearance they make or interview she gives. But even so, she’s an independent woman who has her own interests, thoughts, goals, and affairs. And to hear him tell it, she’s called a lot of the shots in JD’s career.

Anyway, a reporter asked the vice president, who is in Israel today, about Psaki’s statement. Vance couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, but he also reiterated how lucky he is to have her by his side and let the world know that she can speak for herself on the matter if she wants.

I think it’s disgraceful, but, of course, the second lady can speak for herself. I’m very luck to have a wonderful wife. I know, at least I hope, that my wife feels the same about me, but we’re very lucky to have this journey. Or I should say, I’m very lucky to go on this journey with a very loving wife. We’re going to keep on serving the country together, and I’m honored to have Usha by my side…

I have little else to say about this. Vance’s laugh says it all. It’s ridiculous, and I suspect these attacks will ramp up as Democrats realize they don’t have an obvious 2028 candidate, while we have at least two, with Vance as the obvious frontrunner. Expect this kind of talk to ramp up: Vance is weird, he’s mean, he’s whatever… the reality is he’s a patriotic American, a man who’s serviced his country in the military and in public office, a husband, a father, a Godly man, a masculine man who protects his family but doesn’t overstep his role, and someone with one heck of a sense of humor. He’s overcome so many odds to get here, too. Liberal harpies are no match for the VP.

Of COURSE they’ll “ramp up” the noxious, repulsive bullshit. What else CAN they do? D卐M☭CRAT scumbuckets realize they simply can’t lay a glove on Vance no matter what or how hard they try; the guy just doesn’t rattle, he doesn’t scare, and he never, ever runs away from a fight.

One other thing The Best Darn Veep America Ever Had has got going for him: it’s entertaining as all git-out to watch him work. He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee in dealing with the Leftard baglappers, and no mistake. JD doesn’t care what they think any more than the rest of us do, and it couldn’t be more obvious…or more terrific, if you ask me.

The greatest pop-rock song yet written

Posted on October 20, 2025October 21, 2025 by Mike

That would be this one, of course.

Don’t insult my intelligence by trying to claim you never heard this one before, you liar. Part of what makes this a veritably flawless pop song is that 1) EVERYBODY has heard it before; 2) everybody likes it; and 3) everybody remembers it well.

There ya go, those three fulfill pretty much all the requirements.

The melody is so catchy and infectious it never really leaves your head, provided you aren’t a complete music-hater…which almost nobody actuallly is. The central guitar riff and fills are ditto, same-same with the vocal harmonizing and the call-and-response-style backing vocal in the turnaround. The rhythm is bouncy and eminently danceable, checking the last remaining box in confirmation of the song’s GOAT status.

Helping to advance the case still further is that all the performances are spot on, both instrumental and vocal, as are the mix, the editing, and the mastering. The lone questionable aspect here is the subject matter, which even so makes the whole enchilada stand out in the average person’s mind as unusual, even unique, thereby turning what might have been a minus into a plus. More proof, as if any were needed, is this YT commenter’s assessment:

@warpig4942
5 years ago (edited)

Almost 40 years…. still the most famous phone number on Earth.

Yep, no argument from me.

Lightning sure struck in a big way this time, not just for Tommy Heath and his band but for all of us.

The libertarian (small-L) creed

Posted on October 20, 2025October 20, 2025 by Mike

Having gone deep down another YewToob rabbit hole tonight, this one Firefly/Serenity-related, I just gotta post (repost, actually) this immortal clip wherein Captain Mal Reynolds nails it all down clean and tight.

Never have been able to figure out how it is that Joss Whedon could’ve written such dead-on dialogue as is on proud display throughout Firefly and Serenity both—about as anti-collectivist as it’s possible to be—yet could still be a goddamned standard-issue liberal moron his own self.

As Jayne says of another character in another scene, Mal is seriously starting to damage my calm here. Simply because he’s right: no matter how badly they screw up, how utterly they fail, snd/or how many lives they destroy along the way, they willl most assuredly try again. They will never stop trying again, whatever the consequences—not just for them, but for all of us. This, after all, is just who they are, it’s what they do.

Broken windows national defense?

Posted on October 18, 2025October 18, 2025 by Mike

And you thought Broken Windows Theory was only applicable to urban crime.

Broken Windows at the Pentagon
On September 10, 2001, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld delivered a speech identifying the department’s bureaucracy as the nation’s most pressing adversary and asserting his determination to liberate the Department of Defense. Twenty-four years later, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth delivered a comparable speech outlining revisions to military fitness standards and training requirements and declaring his intention to “liberate America’s warriors.”

Rumsfeld grandly characterized his reforms as transformation; Hegseth humbly characterized his changes as common sense.

Notably, Hegseth directly invoked a forty-year-old truism known as the Broken Windows Theory.

Introduced in 1982 by James Q. Wilson and George L. Kelling, an authority on public administration and a criminologist, respectively, the thesis argued that if a broken window is left unrepaired, then all the rest of the windows will soon be broken and the sequence from antisocial to criminal behavior will commence.

In particular, Hegseth elaborated on his two criteria for reinstituting past standards — the E-6 and 1990 tests.

Under the former, if a proposed change enables E-6s (or O-3s) “to get back to basics”, then the change is justified.

Under the latter, if a standard was in existence in 1990 and was modified for reasons other than changes to the battlefield, then the original is reinstated.

Curiously, Hegseth acknowledged he had no specific rationale for picking 1990 – “seems to be as good a place to start as any.”

Broken Windows Theory provides a clue.

I gotta admit, it does at that.

Y’all know already how much I like Hegseth; this article does nothing to alter that view one whit. Read the rest to find out why. I say again: SecWar Pete Hegseth is the right man in the right job at the right moment, no two ways about it.

It’s a celebration, bitch!

Posted on October 18, 2025October 18, 2025 by Mike

One of the funniest things I ever saw, on TeeWee or anyplace else. Most of you will probably remember it well, and any of you who have’t seen it before, trust me: you’re in for a real treat, bitches.

Good, good stuff. Tragically, Charlie Murphy is yet another stellar entertainer who left us way too soon.

Murphy was a resident of Tewksbury Township, New Jersey. He was married to Tisha Taylor Murphy from 1997 until her death from cervical cancer in December 2009. The couple had two children together, and Murphy had a child from a previous relationship. He was a karate practitioner.

Murphy died from leukemia on April 12, 2017, at age 57 in New York City, New York.

Sad, sad, sad. The Prince skit at the first of the above vid is funny as all hell, too.

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Now dig this…

Posted on October 13, 2025October 14, 2025 by Mike

For anyone who still retains even the most tatterdemalion shred of affection for the Greatest City On Earth, the city that never sleeps, so nice they had to name it twice, New York Fookin’ NOO YAWK—which, Lord help me, I do; I still consider my years in a succession of tiny, too-expensive mouse-holes on the good old LES* to be the absolute best years of my life, and no matter how terribly the shitlibs who run the place damage it, there will always be some part of me that loves the Big Rotten Apple—this video of 1960s NYC is really gonna grab ya, but good.

Via Ace; helluva find, buddy!

* Excepting my last apartment way down on East Broadway betwixt Clinton and Montgomery: stashed just east of Chinatown smack dab in the middle of the Williamsburg and Brooklyn bridges; convenient to absolutely nothing and/or nowhere at all; completely impossible to find a cab any time of the day or night; who even knows how many hundreds, perhaps even millions, of blocks’ walk from the closest F train (ie, Orange Line) subway station; perched atop an ultra-Orthodox shul and synagogue, providing daily opportunities for low ethnic humor to us non-payessed, goyische shmendricks; 3 bedroom/1 bath/full kitchen/spacious LR, two BRs on the front of the building with street -facing windows, 3rd BR with French doors, parquet floors, and a big window looking down on a street-level garden alcove; a three-floor walkup building in a quiet, calm, safe working-class neighborhood w/ mostly Puerto-Rican residents—that pad was incredibly roomy by NYC standards, quite affordably priced to boot; admittedly, our place was located well away from anything remotely resembling The Action (a/k/a The Scene, The Lifestyle, The Haps) but after a short while that started to look to us more and more like a benefit, rather than a drawback

Update! Dunno why it never occurred to me to check before, but a quick Luxxle search yielded this:

Yep, there she is all right: 241 E BWay, home sweet home.

The Beginning of the End of Islamic Terror

Posted on October 13, 2025 by Barry

That’s how I see it.
Thanks to the vision of President Trump and the tenaciousness of the Israeli’s, today we have:

Hamas destroyed and utterly defeated.
Hezbollah dead and unable to mount any military action.
Iran’s hopes for nukes are done. They know it.
Syria is dead and no threat.
Iraq is dead and no threat.

The remainder of the ME countries are dedicated to making peace with Israel and the wider world.

Israel has not been in this good of shape, less threatened, since the beginning of Israel. The threat of war is over.

President Trump understands that a peaceful ME is good for America and bad for her enemies – the chinese and russians, and the marxist left within.

The great Schlichter has a few words, perhaps his best ever:
…Utter Humiliation of Palestinian Terrorists…

Mega-dittos!

Posted on October 4, 2025 by Mike

Eeyore makes essentially the same point I tried to get across last night…except he makes a better, more concise, and far more cohesive job of it than I did, or frankly could.

A quick note about Pete Hegseth’s speech to the US military brass the other day.

It’s a sad and terrible sign that it takes 45 minutes to explain what is obviously true, and has been true for all of human history and across all cultures. The merit principle always leads to victory and best results. Secretary of War, Pete Hegseth had to reiterate that basic idea multiple times over 45 minutes. Not because he is inarticulate, but because the US, thanks to communist subversion for close to a hundred years, has inculcated the military and all US and Western institutions with the most failure prone ideas in order to create failure. It has gone so far, that men who simply say they are women can compete against women in sports and use that claim to indulge in sexual fantasies at the expense of unwilling women in bathrooms and changing rooms. Standards have been lowered, which was the real point of DEI, such that any meaningful effort to solve a problem would be increasingly difficult, and should a Western effort come up against a foreign one such as Russia or China where the most obvious truths are still in effect, the Western effort would lose. That is of course, unless Russia and China would allow our Beta males to compete with their women in physical competition. Then we would win. But somehow I can’t…

Preach it, brother, preach it.

Might it come to pass that, years from now, the historic Hegseth Address will be regarded by everyone possessed of a thimbleful of becoming humility, honorable intentions, and a kindly nature as a real turning point in an emergent American Renaissance? To rejigger a phrase originally coined by a certain extravagantly braggadocious and baselessly conceited ex-POTUS of indeterminate sexuality: is this the moment when the Red tide began to ebb, dangerously overheated Leftist tempers began to cool, and the bloody, battered, and bruised American soul began to heal?

SO. To continue in like vein, then: could this be the moment when the Goosesteppin’ Left began to see, understand, and accept that Real Americans will never A) yield to despair; B) take counsel of their fears and declare themselves well and truly beaten; C) stack arms; and D) formally and fully concede defeat in the long war against neverendimg Progressivist predation, half-clever, poorly thought out, and blatantly hostile Leftiard skullduggery, and the ever-escalating demands spritzed wildly in all directions from the foam-flecked maws of insatiably greedy Lefty loons?

Does our rough-hewn, distinctly American resolve that yes, we will see it through to the very end, even if said end might well be a bitter one; a steely determination which so inspires and enheartens us that we can rise to any challenge, go through, over, or around any obstacle, face down any foe—all these excellent things, in concert with a Brobdingnagian strength of character, body, spirit, and will—does this impressive array of powerful weaponry both conceptual and physical of necessity mean that Leftists must now come up with brand-new strategies, tralblazing tactics, loftier ambitions, and fresh, innovative modes of thought if they seriously hope to retain even a smidge of real influence in American politics, a choice as to how, where, and with whom they shail live, and/or a consequential say in how this nation is to be governed?

i dont know how optimistic I’m prepared to be about the possibility of bringing about real, lasting, and positive change through the political/legislative/judicial/electoral process. But I do know this: I support Pete Hegseth a thousand and two percent. He’s The Man, far as I’m concerned, and whether or not TPTB will allow him to get much of anything done in the relatively short time he has to do it, not to mention the emeti0c cacophonyl of hard-core objection, opposition, and knee-jerk rejection to/of MAJ Hegseth’s words, ideas, goals, plans, even himself personally blariingnonstop from Mordor On The Potomac. Don’t care; let the Dark Lord bring on his mighty legions of trolls, winged Nazgul, and Orcs most foul. STILL don’t care, not the leastt little bit I don’t. Me, I’m behind SecWar Hegseth all the way, no matter what.

DON’T DARE TOUCH THAT DIAL! Stay tuned to this channel for the thrilling conclusion of tonight’s amazing tale of adventure, heroism, courage, and forbidden romance!

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Happy birthday

Posted on October 1, 2025October 2, 2025 by Mike

Or birthday anniversary, at any rate, to one of the greatest pianists of the 20th century, Vladimir Samoylovich Horowitz.

The above vid is just random excerpts from a Teewee show I liked enough to tape on VHS years ago, called Horowitz Plays Mozart, wherein the recording studio session of the maestro playing Mozart’s wonderful Piano Concerto No 23 (K488) is captured—all three movements, plus a hilarious Q&A section with Horowitz as well.

The full version of the show is availabe for perusal on Da Toob also, and well worth chasing down.

No WAY, man!

Posted on September 28, 2025September 28, 2025 by Mike

Okay, this here is just too cool for school.

My ongoing war with the HOA may be about to reach a new, critical phase. https://t.co/POQVkf25hJ

— Sean T at RCP (@SeanTrende)

September 26, 2025

Gonna have to find some way to come up with a cpl-three thou, I’m thinking. And I mean FAST, too.

(Via Sarah Hoyt)

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

Posted on September 13, 2025 by Mike

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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Blowing the fuck UP

Posted on September 12, 2025September 12, 2025 by Mike

Kind of a hassle, embedding all these things is, but it simply MUST be done, it ain’t no way no how optional.

Charlie Kirk’s legacy echoes throughout the world.

1. South Koreans are joining America in mourning the death of Charlie Kirk and remembering the great life he lived. – hosted by the Free University. (@freeuniv_x) pic.twitter.com/scVEApM2bc

— Christopher Simpson (@DemandedCurse)

September 12, 2025

Two Murals for Charlie Kirk in Israel already. 👁 pic.twitter.com/PcW6zWdVb4

— Hiddeπ Amur∆Ka: Thr𓂀ce (G)REatEST ॐ (@AmurakaHidden)

September 12, 2025

🇮🇹🇺🇸 Spotted outside the US Embassy in Rome.

The sign honors Charlie Kirk as a “martyr for freedom.”

WORLDWIDE AWAKENING. pic.twitter.com/lMEhQ8x8ix

— Vince Dao (@VinceDaoTV)

September 12, 2025

The German media hated him.

The German people love and honor him.

R.I.P. Charlie Kirk, from Germany 🇩🇪 https://t.co/SWD4nzH6QJ pic.twitter.com/ZntpfbCgSr

— Naomi Seibt (@SeibtNaomi)

September 12, 2025

Chants of “Christ is king” as huge crowds turn out to Charlie Kirk’s memorial in London 🙏🏻

pic.twitter.com/tGaUei2JRf

— Tommy Robinson 🇬🇧 (@TRobinsonNewEra)

September 12, 2025

Last but definitely not least, we have this moving, beautiful remembrance.

🚨 Powerful moment: Destiny Church visiting from NZ performed the traditional Haka in honour of Charlie Kirk — moving a massive British crowd who gathered to celebrate his life and legacy

🎥 Watch live: https://t.co/2v8dMKwpag @BrianTamakiNZ pic.twitter.com/5RESsyjlCs

— Avi Yemini (@OzraeliAvi)

September 12, 2025

Powerful is indeed the word. There just couldn’t possibly be a more fitting celebratory tribute than the traditional Maori posture-dance, a heartfelt gesture of love and respect offered by a clan of righteous warriors to honor their fallen brother.

MAN ALIVE! Anybody else think it got pretty dusty in here all of a sudden? *SNIFF*

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