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The libertarian (small-L) creed

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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?

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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!

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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.

Now dig this…

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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

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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!

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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!

Happy birthday

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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.

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

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

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

War is not won by firepower alone.

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

This is where anger clouds the thinking.

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

And certainly before you do a goddamn thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is dangerous ground, people.

Step lightly, or don’t step at all.

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Blowing the fuck UP

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

 


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

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*

Alan Rickman as….WHO?

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Don’t know how in God’s name this one got by me, but somehow it did.

The place was an absolute shithole. It smelled like puke and wet garbage. You wouldn’t dare to use the bathroom for anything but to hit up. It was crowded, poorly ventilated, too hot in the summer and too putrid and cold when the heat was on, which wasn’t often. But, CBGB’s was the brain-child of Hilly Kristal, and in the 1970s and 1980s, if you wanted to see the next wave in music, this little hole in the wall in the Bowery in New York City was the place to see it. …

This little shithole gave us introduction to some pretty amazing – and some seriously jerkoff – bands, like The Ramones, Blondie, and Talking Heads.

“CBGB/omfug” stood for: “Country, BlueGrass, Blues/Other Music for Uplifting Gormandizers.”

Anything Alan Rickman is in is good. Juss’ sayin’…

He’s right, right down to the last detail. I’ve watched the trailer about six or seven times now, it ain’t ever gettin’ old.

I played CB’s myself several times, and met Hilly a couple of those times as well. Seemed like a nice enough guy, or he was to me at any rate.

Rich

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How could any true-blue American not absolutely love the guy?

Trump threatens thugs in violence-ridden Chicago with ‘Chipocalypse Now’ post
WASHINGTON — President Trump put thugs in crime-ridden Chicago on notice Saturday, promising to send in the newly-renamed Department of War in a threatening Truth Social post.

“Chicago (is) about to find out why it’s called the Department of WAR,” the president wrote, referencing his Friday executive order renaming the Department of Defense to its original name.

The post was accompanied by an AI picture of Trump seated with fire and helicopters with the Chicago skyline in the background, dressed as the character Robert Duvall played in the movie “Apocalypse Now.”

In the words of SCOTS frontman, lead guitarist, lead vocalist, and principal songwriter Rick Miller: it’s too much pork for just one fork.

Gentlemen, start your engines. Close and latch all exterior doors and hatches, secure any loose gear, and prepare to roll tanks; this squadron is gonna make a Thunder Run right through the middle of Chicago so wild, wooly, and straight-up ragin’ it’s gonna make the fabled one in Baghdad look like two toddlers playing Pit-A-Pat by comparison.

Humble thanks

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

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

Not entirely wrong

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In the process of commending the Chicago video below to our attention, Lakeside Joe notes:

FYI: Jimi Hendrix thought Terry Kath of the band Chicago was a better guitarist than he was after seeing them perform at Whisky A Go Go in 1968.

Far be it from me to gainsay Jimi’s own considered opinion on the matter; I’ll content myself with saying it’s a tough call between two of the verymost badass guitarists of all time, and just leave it at that.

As is easy to tell from the vid, Kath, like all of the true greats, was an absolute tone MONSTER: knew all about what good tone was, where it came from, how to dial it up at will, and how to keep himself and his audiences luxuriating in it. Such a damnable shame that he, like so many others, had to leave us so soon.

Coulterville

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Such a country in the city.

Coulterville is on Hwy 49 about an hour and 15 minutes to the east of my place in Riverbank City of Action.

I had a placer claim there on Maxwell Creek just off of Dogtown Road south of town back around 1985 or so. I paid 500 bucks for the claim and figured to do pretty good because at least once a year a recreational panner would find a decent nugget in Maxwell Creek right in the middle of town. The creek is a proven gold producer.

What I didn’t know was the creek that far up by my claim dried up during the summer and fall months, leaving me about 4 months out of the year with enough water to work the claim. The other 8 months it was infested with rattlesnakes and those vicious little brown Mexican scorpions.

It took me 2 fucking years to make my $500 back, and this is when gold was running about 300 bucks an ounce. Back then I figured I needed to make 10 bucks an hour to make it worth my while because that was my average wage at the ammo plant, but I kept putting time into that claim because I just knew in my heart I was going to strike it rich. Haha, fooled me. As soon as I recovered my investment, I pulled my claim markers down and abandoned the claim. It just wasn’t worth my time and effort.

About 10 or 15 years later I was in the area and stopped in at one of the small mining/tourist shops in town. I knew the owner fairly well because he also sold local history books, and he told me that some kid on his very first prospecting trip found a 7 ounce nugget not a hundred yards from my old claim a couple months prior. He even showed me a picture of the nugget to rub it in, the asshole.

A fascinating true-life story from Ken Layne, a fascinating dude who seems to have led a pretty darned fascinating life. There’s more yet, of which you should read the all.

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