UNEXPECTED!!™

Nothing in this op-ed we all don’t already know, really. But there’s a huge shocker to be found therein nonetheless, which I will reveal anon.

When the current regime in Washington, D.C. says they are “going after violent extremists,” they mean patriots.

So here we are, 20 years after 9/11, and not only is America much farther away from defeating the jihadis and communists, the communists just seized executive power in the United States one month ago.

On January 30, MSNBC host Nicolle Wallace suggested that Trump supporters who “incited violence” at the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021 be convicted just like Al Qaeda’s leader in Yemen, Anwar al-Awlaki, who also “incited violence” and was killed in a U.S. drone strike in September 2011.

Put aside the fact for a moment that Nicolle Wallace lied when she said that al-Awlaki was killed because he “incited violence.” Awlaki was actually killed because he was the leader of Al Qaeda in Yemen and responsible for jihad attacks inside the United States.

The fact that the propaganda arm of the U.S. communist/jihadi cabal, the traditional media, is openly calling for violence against Americans exercising their unalienable right to freely express themselves and hold the federal government accountable when it is ruled by those hostile to the Constitution should alarm and alert all thoughtful patriots.

The point is clear. The U.S. government under the current communist regime in the White House will use and is using its full power to suppress and eliminate opposition.

The communists/democrats did it to President Trump when they traitorously and unlawfully used the FBI, CIA, DNI, and other agencies to spy on him, his family, and his staff.

They are doing and will do it to citizens.

Of course they will. It’s in their nature to do so—a simple fact with a century’s worth of historical record to back it up, which none but a witless cretin could possibly dispute or find surprising by now. No, the jawdropper revelation contained in this otherwise fairly run-of-the-mill article, which you’d better sit down before reading, is in the author’s bio:

Former FBI special agent John Guandolo has recently warned that the current, fraudulent and illegitimate regime headed by China Joe Biden claims that they will be targeting “violent extremists,” but the reality is that they are actually going after American patriots.

Well, I will be dipped in shit and deep-fried. Looks like we may have found the one and only honest, right-thinking FBI man at long, long last. Musta slipped by the screening and psych-evals somehow. Hope he has a bodyguard or three standing by, just in case.

(Via Wes Renegade)

Publick Notice

So after many months of stalling and dithering on my part—leading to a good swift boot in the ass from a good friend of mine who has appointed himself my partner in this venture, so as to goad me into finally doing something I’ve been extremely reluctant to do—I am, umm, pleased to announce that all the pieces are now in place allowing me to get to work in earnest on Ye Olde RadioCF Podcaste. Meaning, all the necessary startup gear has been rounded up; I’ve put together an archive page for the thing; cobbled together some theme music; settled on vital conceptual minutiae like format and features, etc. I’m even now working on some rough script outlines and trying to figure out how said hardware works, and expect to begin actual recording in about two weeks or so.

We’ll see how it all goes, I reckon. It’s gonna be audio only, at least for now and most likely permanently, since I have no wish to inflict my scarifying elderly visage on anyone via video, and it would only be just me and another guy sitting around talking anyway. It won’t be all politics all the time either, not a-tall. At the moment, the plan is to include:

  • A regular music segment, with recordings and historical tidbits featuring old blues, rockabilly, country, and maybe classic rock
  • A regular American history segment, with brief bios and quotes from the Founders, analysis and discussion of their intentions, maybe some overview of the Constitution and how our goobermint is supposed to work, as contrasted with the toxic sludge-pit we’re currently cursed by
  • A regular political/current events rant, which will probably be a bit lengthier timewise than the rest
  • The occasional celebrity and/or public-figure interview, as and when
  • Occasional random odds ‘n’ ends about old Fords, old Harleys, old guitars and amps, Snap-On tools, and whatever else pops up
  • Other stuff (???)

I also really dig the idea of throwing in some fake interviews, kinda-sorta stealth comedy a la the great Phil Hendry, a guy I used to love listening to back in my truck-driving years. It was always a toss-up as to which aspect of the Hendry schtick was more gut-bustingly hilarious: the goofball characters Hendry would (self-)interview, or the rubes who called in to froth and rave in objection to the outlandish, made-up flakes and freaks Hendry had just suckered them with so slyly. Hell, there were times when I wasn’t quite sure myself if an interview was on the level, although as the night wore on and things started to get progressively more chaotic and out of hand the hoax became obvious, and was all the funnier for it. Successfully aping Hendry might well be beyond my ability, I confess; I am by no means the talented professional comic Hendry is, not even close. Again: we’ll see.

Per the advice of a certain other buddy of mine—an experienced and well-connected broadcast media pro who is responsible for pushing me in the podcast direction in the first place—the schedule calls for one thirty (30) minute RadioCF ep per week. New installments will probably drop on Wednesday evenings, or perhaps Fridays. Or Mondays. As you can see, that part is still up in the air. But we’ll definitely be sticking to a regular release shedule once things get cranking.

Anyways, there ya have it. I’ve never had the slightest interest in podcasts for some odd reason, either doing ’em myself or listening to ’em. In truth, I’ve only ever listened to precisely one of the blasted things, which was an interview by the above-mentioned media-connected friend with legendary rock and roll producer Rodney Mills, who as it happens was also the engineer/producer on the BPs live rekkid, One Nite of Sin.

In the end, the only way I could finally bring myself to go ahead an attempt a podcast of my own was by using the old radio shows done by iconic Golden Age platter jockeys such as Murray the K or the insanely brilliant Pete “Mad Daddy” Myers as my guide and model.

The whole idea here, then, will be to maintain my own interest in this project and keep things fresh for one and all via refusing to recognize any restrictions on subject matter, concept, or anything else. There may be some wild ideas expressed, or well-outside-the-mainstream points of view presented. There may be music you don’t much care for, other things you may find offensive or obnoxious. I can pretty much guarantee there will be cussin’.

That’s the real beauty of podcasting, though. As with the Innarnuts entire, there ARE no restrictions. It’s the Wild West plus Mardi Gras times Mad Max—no limits, no hidden surcharge, no holds barred. Likewise, I am under NO “fair play” obligations; there is no “equal time” rule I’m aware of for podcasts. So you can safely assume that, except for purposes of ridicule and insult, Leftism will have no home here, to stab them with their own lazy lackwitticism. Hopefully, we can come up with a show each week that’s fun, interesting, rollicking, even informative for y’all CF miscreants and scoundrels to enjoy. Once more: we’ll see how it goes.

Hate to say I toldya so, but…

Should I ever buckle down and get serious about formally codifying Mike’s Iron Laws—which I’ve been mulling over lately, no foolin’—this should probably be Numero Uno.

Famous ‘Aunt Jemima’ Rebrand Flops! Critics Say ‘Sounds Like a Plantation’
In an attempt to demonstrate concerns over “racial stereotypes” Quaker Oats set out to remove the image of the beloved Black woman on Aunt Jemima pancake products. “In June 2020, the company announced it was transitioning from the Aunt Jemima name and likeness on the packaging and pledged a $5 million commitment to support the Black community” stated a press release from PepsiCo, the parent company of Quaker Oats.

“The Quaker Oats Company signed the contract to purchase the Aunt Jemima brand in 1925. It updated its image over the years in a manner intended to remove racial stereotypes that dated back to the brand origins” the press release continued. When the announcement was initially made, the company received tremendous backlash, primarily from those close to the woman behind the iconic figure.

Descendants of the original model for the Aunt Jemima label, a woman named Nancy Green, were dismayed and angered by the un-personing of their distinguished ancestor due solely to out-of-control modern political correctness, which I reported on here a while back.

Which brings us right ’round to the lesson embedded in Mike’s Iron Law #1: Never cede ANYTHING to the Left, not a single goddamned thing. There’s no placating the implacable. From whence follows what one might call an Iron Law Of Shitlibism, which is that they can NEVER be satisfied. No matter what you do—no matter how much ground you concede; no matter how humbly you abase yourself; no matter how thoroughly you abandon your most closely-held beliefs—the Left will always, always, ALWAYS be back for another, bigger bite. Mike’s Iron Law #1, corollary 1.1: No war has yet been won by appeasement. Extra credit assignment: please look up Danes, Danegeld &c and write a brief summary, suitable for class discussion later.

Oh yeah, the above excerpt was cribbed from the website of one Jeffrey Lord, longtime kicker-of-stalls in the American Spectator stable of estimable writers, which site I’ve only recently discovered. Be assured Lord’s joint has now been duly, if belatedly, bookmarked and blogrolled.

Your lesson of the day, capably driven home by two classic oi! vids I’ve run here before:



It could NEVER happen here

Think so, do ya? Better think again.

In September 2019, Couy Griffin, founder of Cowboys for Trump, met with President Trump in the Oval Office.

His group, according to its website, believes “securing our border, protecting our Second Amendment, and protecting the lives of the unborn are the most vital and key aspects in America’s Greatness.” Trump supporters riding on horseback—often carrying American flags and Trump banners—participated in rallies across the country to show support for the president.

Today, Griffin sits in a jail cell denied bail.

Prosecutors charged Griffin with one minor count of trespassing as part of the Justice Department’s sweeping investigation into the events of January 6. Griffin, who is a county commissioner in New Mexico, never entered the Capitol but investigators scoured his social media account to find evidence that he was “well within the restricted area” of the building.

Griffin did not assault a police officer or break any windows or even steal an important leader’s laptop. His real crime, of course, is that he’s a supporter of Donald Trump—and his real threat to society, according to U.S. prosecutors and a federal judge, is that Griffin dares to doubt the outcome of the 2020 presidential election. (In his post-arrest interview, Griffin told the FBI “the election was stolen.”)

Arguing that Griffin is a flight risk and should remain in jail throughout his trial, government lawyers claimed his refusal to accept Joe Biden as the legitimately elected president would cause him to also “deny the authority of the judicial officers appointed by the President and confirmed by the Senate.”

Magistrate Judge Zia Faruqui, who was neither appointed by the president nor confirmed by the Senate, concurred. “This is an offense that, at bottom, was an attempt to stop democracy from moving forward because people were unhappy about the results of the election,” Faruqui preached during a February 1 hearing. “I don’t think that the defendant will follow my conditions if he believes I am part of this machine of the democratic process.”

The judge added that refusing to accept the outcome of the 2020 election is like “not believing facts or science.” (Faruqui, it’s worth noting, was appointed a federal magistrate last year after a 12-year career at the D.C. U.S. Attorney’s office, the same office overseeing every January 6 related case. This is the swamp in action.)

So, facing just one federal misdemeanor, Griffin will remain locked up for the foreseeable future.

He is, for all intents and purposes, a political prisoner.

That’s precisely what he is, and there’s no need to be mincing words or dancing around the thing. Even worse, he’s not the only one, with many, many more soon to join him. Jules provides a few more examples, and you’d better believe they’re just the tip of a very scary iceberg:

More than 200 people have been charged so far; the FBI has described its effort as a “24/7, full bore extensive operation” and warned that agents from its 56 field offices will be fully engaged.

“The scope and scale of these investigations…is really unprecedented not only in FBI history but in DOJ history,” acting Attorney General Michael Sherwin said during a press conference on January 12.

Since all cases will be adjudicated in Washington, D.C., it’s a sure bet that defendants will be shown no mercy in the Trump-hating Beltway legal system also responsible for prosecuting Roger Stone and Lt. Gen. Michael Flynn—just a few of the Americans targeted by law enforcement solely based on their ties to Donald Trump.

“Some of the misdemeanors we’re filing, these are only the beginning, this is not the end,” Sherwin warned. “We’re looking at significant felony cases tied to sedition and conspiracy. Their only marching orders from me are to build sedition and conspiracy charges related to the most heinous acts that occurred in the Capitol, and these are significant charges that have felonies with prison terms of up to 20 years.”

This thinly-veiled threat, mind, comes from a high-level DoJ scumbucket whose agency couldn’t be bothered with getting to the bottom of Spygate, complying with Trump’s declassification orders, or doing anything whatsoever about last summer’s out-of-control rioting, looting, and destruction. Just too darned busy with important matters like, say, Bubba Ocasio-Smollett’s NASCAR noose attack, I suppose.

America’s own Great Purge and Cultural Revolution are just getting cranked up, and we ain’t seen nothing yet. Any damned fool still averting his eyes from what’s coming better get his head around the sequence of events as predicted by past lived experience, lest he suddenly find himself in the Ogulags too…or the Killing Fields.

The Enemy ain’t just whistling Dixie here, folks, nor is he playing around. If you never learned a smidgeon of history in school, I’d strongly suggest you bone up with a quickness. Otherwise, it has this nasty little habit of coming back around to bite EVERYBODY in the ass. Either pay heed to the lessons it teaches, or suffer the excruciating injury it inflicts on those who don’t.

Pitbull takes a bite

An urgent wake-up call, from one who knows whereof he speaks.

Armando Christian Pérez, the renowned Grammy-winning rapper known as Pitbull, spoke out about the abuse of power in COVID-19 lockdowns. Pitbull, a first-generation Cuban American whose family escaped from Fidel Castro’s communism, claimed that Castro would be jealous of the power Democratic officials have exercised during the COVID-19 pandemic.

“My family comes from communism, they fled communism, they had everything taken away from them, everybody got murdered, everybody got killed,” Pitbull said in a video on RevoltTV. “That’s the reason me, being a first-generation Cuban American, I look at freedom and I appreciate that s***. I appreciate opportunity…That comes from the fact that when Castro took over everything, and I’m looking at what’s going here right now.”

“The only person that’s hot…is Castro,” Pitbull added. “He’s going, ‘Y’all did it with a virus? Sh**. Y’all took over the world with a virus? You’ve got to be kidding me.’”

Pitbull noted that Castro “had missiles pointed to the United States of America” but he suggested that the COVID-19 lockdowns have done more damage to America than Russia did in the Cold War.

The rapper warned about Big Tech censorship, likening it to communism. “If anybody is not a part of the narrative we gonna take it off online… which to me smells like…communism,” he said.

There’s a very good reason for that, as this courageous young liberty-lover knows all too well. A little Pitbull pedigree:

As Paul Sakka at The Blaze noted, Pitbull’s grandmother fought in the Cuban Revolution on Castro’s side only to realize that she had made a terrible mistake. Fearing the rumors about communist indoctrination camps for children, she sent her two daughters to the United States during Operation Peter Pan, a covert program that brought 14,000 Cuban children to the U.S. between 1960 and 1962. The U.S. government brought Pitbull’s mother and aunt to Florida, and Pitbull’s father would also land there after fleeing the Castro regime.

Pitbull has said he would never play a concert in Cuba so long as the communist Castros control the country. “I won’t perform in Cuba until there’s no more Castro and there’s a free Cuba,” he told The Guardian in 2011. “To me, Cuba’s the biggest prison in the world, and I would be very hypocritical were I to perform there. The people in Cuba, they know what I stand for, and there’s a lot of people in Cuba that stand for the same. But they can’t say it.”

Good for Pitbull for exercising his rapidly-vanishing right to speak out like this. Nobody fears and loathes Marxist tyranny like those who have experienced it firsthand and lived to tell the tale. Americans ignore the increasingly clamorous warning of communism’s survivors at their own dire peril.

Suddenly, a reason to care about the Stupor Bowl

Since I haven’t given a fart in a whirlwind about the Negro Felons League since the first players’ strike back in the eighties, I maintained a personal tradition by wasting not one moment of my attention on this year’s Chinkenpox-attenuated Stupid Bowl sub-extravaganza. Accordingly, I spared myself the immersion in a marinade of PC scolding via the halftime ads, including the shitfling starring phonus-balonus limousine liberal and New Jersey Pudhead nonpareil Bruce Springsteed in his accustomed role.

Happily enough, Larry Correia somehow acquired an Eyes-Only-classified copy of the words the Wokester ad execs stuffed betwixt the locked jaws of the self-proclaimed Champion Of Duh Workin’ Mayan™to share with us unhip flyover-country nonentities who may have missed it, intentionally or otherwise. Before we get to that, though, here’s Correia’s idea of what the preliminary storyboarding might have been like:

“You know, sir, during our celebrity voice over talking about the dichotomy between the two sides of the country, to contrast the red staters playing in the dirt, we should put a bunch of big gleaming pretty glass buildings in the background, so that we can subtly remind them that we’re above them.”

“Good call. And for the fly over people get all the cow skulls, broken wind-mills, and silos you can find. We can’t ever let them forget their place. Alright, on that voice over, what celebrity is hot right now with those racist dipshits?”

“Cardi B? She’s a Hash Tag Strong Woman.”

“No. Everyone knows Red Staters hate women. I saw it on the Hand Maid’s Tale. We need nominally male gender identifying, someone who represents those backwards inbred hicks. Can we get Bruce Springsteen?”

“But sir, isn’t he a flaming liberal from New Jersey who campaigned for Joe Biden and who routinely sneers at our target audience of uneducated rubes? Since they’re feeling mocked, disenfranchised, and thousands of them just lost their high paying energy jobs, how can we foist a coastal elitist millionaire musician on them?”

The MBAs all share a confused and worried glance about how to overcome this seemingly insurmountable issue.

“Hmm…  But what if we stick him in a cowboy hat?”

“BRILLIANT!”

Oh, absolutely! Moving on to the script:

Hi. I’m Bruce Springsteen, millionaire musician, but today I’m driving around bumfuck nowhere in some busted ass old jeep to a melancholy soundtrack looking like an extra on Longmire so that you know I’m JUST LIKE YOU. Poor.

Look. A cross. Because Jesus or something. I don’t know. I got paid like two hundred grand for one day of work. Here’s some high-minded sounding poet laureate style voice over about how we’re all in this together that I probably recorded in the studio in my mansion.

Now I’m gonna be extra sanctimonious about how hard it is to meet in THE MIDDLE.

Red versus Blue… Sure, team blue was all #RESIST for the last four years and endless goofy investigations, but if you think security videos of 50 mystery boxes being delivered by a Detroit election van at 3:00 AM is worthy of an audit you are basically a terrorist who needs to be cancelled and driven from society.

Citizen versus Servant. Like it’s okay for riots to burn the places where citizens live and work for months on end, but if the servants are inconvenienced for a day that’s basically a coup that requires more troops than we landed on Utah Beach.

We need that connection. We need the middle. Because somebody has to pay the taxes to bail out our hedge fund buddies.

There’s a Divide. Of course that divide is your problem and totally not our fault. Look, a horse.

Our light has always found its way through the darkness. Said darkness obviously being four years of somebody we didn’t like briefly keeping us from doing every crazy ass thing we wanted to. Have some more executive orders.

But there’s hope… on the road… because we installed an old white segregationist who got millions funneled to him through his crackhead son from communist China… but if you talked about that in October you got kicked off the internet for Fake News. But now the news is real. So Hunter got a book deal from the same publishing house that cancelled a senator’s book about the dangers of Big Tech censorship.

Damn… How many crosses do you people need?

To the ReUnitied States of America. We even made the star red too because we are completely incapable of any introspection whatsoever.

Buy our shit.

Good stuff for sure. For a further setup for my payoff pitch, have yourself a gander at the damage done to Sudden Patriot Brucie’s ravaged, leathery mug by long years enjoying the Lifestyle Of The Rich And Useless:


YIKES. Also, OOF. The knockout-punchline, as coined by an astute AOSHQ commentard:

21 Bruce looks like that Indian who beat the drum in the Covington kid’s face. Posted by: x4

And—provided we all overlook the excess poundage put on by all those expensive meals cooked up by Working Class Bruce’s personal gourmet chef, along with the luxe dentition denied the penurious Chief Sues-A-Lot—well, damned if he don’t at that. Which, for a smarmy egotist like Springsprangsproing, is bound to smart a goodish bit.

Hey, who says there ain’t no justice in this world?

Reality dysfunction

Well, this certainly explains a hell of a lot.

Anosognosia is a condition in which the patient is suffering some severe neurological impairment but does not know it. The impairment is strictly neurological, in the higher processing regions of the brain. You might, for example, be suffering from paralysis of a limb, yet be unaware of it.

There are even some extreme cases recorded in which the sufferer is blind but does not know it! The eyes and optic nerves have normal function, but the brain centers that process visual stimulus are not working. To compensate, the brain makes up a visual field, trying to use cues from memory and the other senses.

It doesn’t work very well. You keep falling over things, but you can’t understand why.

Western society seems to have fallen into something like a social anosognosia. Our collective senses are gathering information OK, more than ever before in history in fact. But our collective brain is failing to process it, and compensates by making stuff up.

These things all came to mind when I read this February 2nd column by the notoriously Woke New York Times technology correspondent Kevin Roose ”How the Biden Administration Can Help Solve Our Reality Crisis.”

Roose locates the reality crisis in two areas: “extremist groups and conspiracy theory movements.”

The only people he actually names as being an “extremist group” are the Proud Boys. His other references are to unnamed “white supremacist groups” and “far-right militias.”

Ctrl-F “Black Lives Matter”…no hits. Ctrl-F “antifa”…no hits.

Well hey, they’re the GOOD kind of extremists, see. And as Honest Joe declared after the Jan 6th insurrection, desecration of Democracy’s Holy Sepulchre™, and genocidal massacre:

No one can tell me if it had been a group of Black Lives Matter protesting yesterday, they wouldn’t have been treated very, very differently than the mob of thugs that stormed the Capitol. We all know that’s true.

Of course we do, Joe. Now, how’s about a nice cup of hot cocoa and an enema before your daily injections, eh? Then: naptime!

It is indeed true, although in a sense opposite to the one Joe intended. As Gregory Hood pointed out in an earlier column, if BLM had raided the Capitol, our political classes would have fallen over each other to appease them, kneeling reverently and draping themselves in kente cloth.

The media would have cheered to the rafters such a bold act of resistance, and corporations would have poured in donations.

If Capitol Police had then arrested any of the BLM intruders, compliant prosecutors would have dismissed all charges. Had any of the intruders been black—I believe there are a few blacks in the BLM movement—and if by mischance he had been shot dead by a white Capitol Hill police officer, there would have been national frenzy on a scale that beggars the imagination.

If the deceased had been a black female, shot without warning by a white male cop—well, the Earth would have left its orbit and gone crashing into the Sun.

Yes, Joe, BLM intruders would have been treated very, very differently. That’s reality.

And yes, we have a national crisis of reality, with tens of millions of Americans believing, like you, preposterous things that defy all reason and evidence.

Surely that’s a bit harsh, John. In fairness to President Of The Shitty Half Of Amerika Biden-Harris, he doesn’t really believe those things. In fact, he’s totally unaware of them, along with nearly everything else. He just says whatever words the guy with his hand up the back of his shirt puts into his mouth, that’s all.

Mainstreaming mental illness

It’s a sickness.

Hypochondriacs used to understand that they were hypochondriacs. Most knew that their fear of germs, their obsessive hand-washing and (yes) their wearing of “masks” was prompted by an irrational fear and many sought therapy to deal with it. Very few expected others to accept it – as by pretending to also live in fear of germs, obsessively washing hands and performing other bizarre rituals to make the hypochondriacal feel better.

But the weaponization of hypochondria changed all that. Hypochondria is no longer ashamed of itself. It is militant, in the John Brown abolitionist sense just absent the underlying justification of opposition to slavery.

People like my friend’s daughter would have people like me – and people like you, if you are also not a hypochondriac – forced to pretend we share their sickness as by performing their rituals. And would have us handcuffed, jailed – and worse, inevitably – if we persist in our insistence on normality, rationality and proportionality.

These people are dangerous.

They are tearing apart friendships – and families, as in the “case” of my friend, whose daughter regards her as a reckless apostate and shuns her physical presence on the basis of a deranged fear of sickness her mother hasn’t got but just might have, ongoing.

Because you never know.

They have already torn apart the country, having poisoned friendships, family relationships – even what were in normal times the causal interactions we used to take for granted, such as saying hi! to the person behind the counter at the coffee shop – without a plexiglass barrier (and a facial barrier) in between.

It is truly sickening – just the right word.

And it is doubtful whether this sickness, having established itself, can be cured without accepting that we will be compelled to shun these weaponized hypochondriacs, as they shun us.

Hey, I’m good with that.

No friends to the Left

Y’all know I don’t use the word “cunt” lightly. This woman…is a cunt.

Oh, heck no. The Trumpites next door to our pandemic getaway, who seem as devoted to the ex-president as you can get without being Q fans, just plowed our driveway without being asked and did a great job.

How am I going to resist demands for unity in the face of this act of aggressive niceness?

It ain’t our side that’s demanding it, and I expect those acts of “aggressive niceness” are soon to winnow down to plain old aggression.

Of course, on some level, I realize I owe them thanks — and, man, it really looks like the guy back-dragged the driveway like a pro — but how much thanks?

These neighbors are staunch partisans of blue lives, and there aren’t a lot of anything other than white lives in the neighborhood.

So here’s my response to my plowed driveway, for now. Politely, but not profusely, I’ll acknowledge the Sassian move. With a wave and a thanks, a minimal start on building back trust. I’m not ready to knock on the door with a covered dish yet.

I also can’t give my neighbors absolution; it’s not mine to give. Free driveway work, as nice as it is, is just not the same currency as justice and truth. To pretend it is would be to lie, and they probably aren’t looking for absolution anyway.

You wouldn’t know justice and truth if it kicked your teeth down your throat. And if your neighbors are misguided enough to seek absolution from your ilk, their moral compass is in need of some serious adjusting.

But I can offer a standing invitation to make amends. Not with a snowplow but by recognizing the truth about the Trump administration and, more important, by working for justice for all those whom the administration harmed. Only when we work shoulder to shoulder to repair the damage of the last four years will we even begin to dig out of this storm.

How typical of you to express “gratitude” for an act of selfless generosity that actually yielded quantifiable benefit to you with the “offer” of a condescending political lecture reciting your warped version of “truth” that nobody asked for or wants. How typical, too, the compulsion to taint a simple kindness with the inevitable injection of political acrimony in response. You regard such egotistical primping and preening as an “invitation to make amends,” when what it really amounts to is a demand for an abject confession of error required before we can all “work shoulder to shoulder” to “dig out” of a “storm” which was conjured entirely by you and yours, not by blameless “Trumpites.”

No thanks, not interested. In fact, go fuck yourself with a thistle branch for all me. In your native Parseltongue, “unity” actually means “surrender,” as we all know by now. Frankly, I’d rather gargle semen than endure a moment’s social interaction with such as you, so bending the knee in submission is just not on the menu. Save your covered dishes for folks who really need ’em: the hordes of newly unemployed and/or bankrupt thanks to your chowderhead “president” (you won’t have any trouble finding them; just wander the urban blight near you until you come to all the tents). Save your pompous hypocrisy and toothless, passive-aggressive insults for your fellow Progtard assholes to titter at over boxed wine. And save your insufferable self-righteousness, your unfounded assumptions of superiority, and your preschool political insights for somebody who might actually give a tinker’s damn what you think.

Lick it up

Somebody get the bitch a big spoon, stat.

I am a staunch supporter of Joe Biden and voted for him to save this country. Now I ask him to save my restaurant from the good intentions of progressive policy makers.

I own Pizza By Elizabeths, just outside Wilmington. The restaurant is named after the two Elizabeths—me and my former business partner, Betty—who founded it in 1993. It features an upscale-casual menu with vintage wines. Our guests dine under French chandeliers, alongside wall decor featuring other well-known Elizabeths, from the queen to Betty Boop.

We pride ourselves on serving all Delawareans, including the president. Mr. Biden, who at times has frequented our establishment two to three times a week, has been a great and gracious customer.

Yet friends can have disagreements. The president and his team may understand Delaware politics, but I’m not sure they understand the difficulties of Delaware restaurants. How else to explain his proposal to raise the minimum wage for our servers and bartenders from $2.23 an hour to $15—an increase of more than 400%—which would be a death knell for our industry?

Oh, they understand, insofar as they can be said to understand anything at all. It’s just that they don’t give a shit, see. Once you figure that part out, everything else suddenly makes sense.

And quite frankly, when it comes to Biden supporters like you, neither do I. The Biden-Harris junta‘s authoritarian intentions were spelled out explicitly throughout the campaign. Nor is there the slightest ambiguity about the kind of meddlesome, fingers-in-all-pies government the Democrat-Socialist Party stands for, not anymore. You voted for this. You did so knowingly, of your own free will. Now you think yourself entitled to whine and cry because your guy is doing what he told you he was going to do? You expect sympathy for the awful, awful plight you brought on your own damned selves?

Sorry, not sorry. Idiots like you are gonna learn what the shit end of the Progtard stick smells like, so to speak, and I think it’s a fine thing. Stupidity should be painful, in all kinds of ways, lest it go on steadily increasing. So yeah, I hope you lackwits get everything you voted for, good and hard, and I hope it rocks your fucking world right off its axis. Enjoy poverty, homelessness, and immiseration, shitlibs. Welcome to the New Normal you inflicted on all of us. May you have joy of your choice.

It ain’t my favorite KISS song by any stretch, nor are the lyrics in any way related to the topic at hand. But considering my post title above, along with the mention of Gene Simmons in the previous one…awww, what the heck.



Le mots juste

Precision, people. In language, as in all things.

When You Think of Joe Biden Is ‘Swagger’ Really the First Word That Comes to Mind?

Not hardly. Not first, nor last, nor anyplace betwixt. I doubt I could ever GET that sloppy drunk, honestly, even back in my heyday for such things. Not for lack of capacity or will, mind; the spirit(s) is willing, though the flesh be weak. It’s just that there ain’t that much liquor on the entire planet.

We went four years without glossy magazine covers trying to puff up the image of the sitting president. And no magazine ever featured our former first lady, an actual fashion model, either. The Bidens have now graced several, but this may be the most absurd. GQ Hype in the U.K. gave President Biden a fashion spread that is just….gag-worthy. The cover reads “Joe Biden, Swagger-in-Chief!” with a picture of the president LARPing Garth Brooks sitting on the tailgate of a vintage pick-up truck, complete with a few bottles of Budweiser at his side:

This magazine is trying to turn a septuagenarian from Delaware with cognitive issues into a heartthrob. Really? Swagger?

Stagger is a lot more like it. They were closer than you might think, actually; they only flubbed it by the one letter. In a sense, though, this embarrassing rumpswabbery is an entirely fitting thing. The fluffer-girls at GQ stitched up a phony image promoting one of the biggest phonies ever to occupy space actual humans might require for other, more useful purposes. They’re propping up a prop, creating a character for a man bereft of any. You don’t get more fitting than that.

Additionally, there’s GQ Hype itself to consider. I mean, could there possibly BE a magazine more appropriately named? C’MON, MAN!!!

Hope they put Dress-Up Joe into a Spiderman costume next. Or maybe do Gene Simmons, of KISS. I think that would be pretty cool.

A real stunner

Just when I thought there was no shock left to be wrung from my poor, calloused soul.

Former WWE talent Gabbi Tuft has come out as a transgender woman.

The 42-year-old fitness guru – who wrestled under the ring name Tyler Reks – shared the news via a press release on Thursday, calling Gabbi’s journey a ‘thrilling story of gender transitioning.’

‘Gabbi is about to share her thrilling story of gender transitioning from a former WWE Superstar, Body Builder, Fitness Guru, Motivational Speaker and Motorcycle Racer to a fun loving and fabulous female,’ the release read.

‘She has been finally set free and ready to rule her world.’

It seems Gabbi had intended to reveal the news on Friday, but she took to Instagram to address the early revelation Thursday, sharing a photo of herself beaming and posing in front of an old wrestling photo as she shared her new, authentic look.

I started to embed the photo, but there are lots more of ’em, and you really need to see them for yourself. I promise you: a bizarre milestone has been surpassed here, a bar most definitely raised.

Wow.

Safetyism sucks

Kinda hate linking to Faux News, but it’s Mike Rowe, so I guess I gotta.

More than a year after the coronavirus arrived in the United States, American are “starting to understand the importance of balance again,” Mike Rowe told “The Story” Friday.

“Several months ago, New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo said no measure, no matter how draconian, could be deemed unwise if it saves but a single life,” the “Six Degrees with Mike Rowe” host told Martha MacCallum. “I got a lot of flak when he said that, because I said, ‘That is a safety-first way of thinking, and deep down we’re not a safety-first society.

Correction: we weren’t. Then again, we also weren’t a nation of docile, bleating sheep either, and our national motto wasn’t “Americans do as they’re told.” We’ve come a long way, baby.

“Now we’re starting to see the price of safety is devastating,” Rowe added. “What is happening right now in the energy industry is really the thing that I think we ought to be focused on, because there feels to me, and feels to a lot of people I talk to on a day-to-day basis, like a concerted effort to wage a kind of war against energy. It’s not a war we can win, especially with regard to fossil fuels and all of the jobs that are wrapped up in that industry. I don’t mean to sound like an apologist, but I know of no greater investor in alternative energy than the fossil fuel industry.”

MacCallum brought the discussion back to the issue of safety, saying, “We’re a country that was built on risk-taking. We want to take wise risks, we don’t want to be reckless, but that element of being strong and fighting through is something that I think is such an American value.

I repeat: was. It’s hard to find much trace of that noble heritage nowadays, sad to say.

“Risk is the only four-letter word that matters,” Rowe agreed. “It impacts and informs every decision we make, from driving a car to walking around without a mask or wearing one mask or two masks.”

“We’re starting to see,” Rowe concluded, “if you elevate the business of staying alive to the very, very top of all things, then the only thing you’ll ever do is stay alive. You won’t go anywhere. You won’t try anything or build anything.”

Present-day Americans have lost all awareness of the all-important distinction between “staying alive” and LIVING. The only context in which Duh Sheeple seem to have retained any of that traditional bold, pioneering spirit is in their total fearlessness when it comes to donning a sundress and declaring themselves “women,” although most of these nominal “transgenders” do seem to recover their core pusillanimity when it comes to actually chopping their dicks off. The proper attitude towards risk versus safety, a hero’s death versus a coward’s existence, was laid out in Braveheart:



Mel Gibson’s soul-stirring pre-battle pep talk to his wavering Scottish rabble-army (ibid) should likewise be indelibly graven on Real American hearts:



It is to our eternal shame how thoroughly so many of us have forgotten those fine sentiments. If we do not soon remember, honor, and redeem them, then American liberty will be no more than a rapidly fading memory as well—and our disgraceful fate will have been well and rightly earned.

Update! Wes is thinking along similar lines, including the Braveheart reference.

I don’t even know where to begin. What will it take for Americans to wake up and take back their freedom? A hoax of a virus is being used to control and divide us. People are blindly obeying the wishes, yes wishes because there is no law, that you should wear a mask and avoid contact with people. People’s lives and businesses are being ruined because people refuse to stand. Have people lost the ability to critically think for themselves? That face diaper you are proudly wearing with your cute little sayings printed on it doesn’t do a damn thing to prevent a virus. You are virtue signaling that you are a good little peasant and will follow the orders of your evil government. There is no pandemic. We were lied to. Period. If there was an actual pandemic we wouldn’t have to be told about it on television. We would know and see it with our own eyes.

This is all about our government dominating us and wanting us to submit to their every whim. This is about control. This evil government is pushing us and testing us. They want to see exactly what they can get away with and what we are willing to accept. At this point it is anything. Very few have the courage to speak out or do anything. Although speaking out against this tyranny we face will now get you labeled as a domestic terrorist. At least now I know what to refer to myself as. Ha!

A question was asked on another post here “Isn’t there anyone out there who is brave enough, patriotic enough, and who cares enough to rise up and take America back?” My answer to that question is yes, however I am but one man and I do not want to be a martyr. So how do we begin to fight? You know what happens if we continue to do nothing? It (is) quite the conundrum we find ourselves in.

It’s my belief that there’s a goodly number of valiant souls left out there who have every intention of fighting back, but who are also fully awake to the fact that engaging before the time is fully ripe would be an invitation to catastrophe. These are momentous affairs indeed—a genuine turn of history wherein planning, preparation, and mature judgment constitute the fulcrum upon which success or failure will pivot. An anarchic berserker blitzkrieg is definitely NOT the way to go, seems to me. The grind of a stealthy, slowly escalating campaign of attrition is much more likely to win the day for Team Liberty. When there is no realistic chance of overwhelming the enemy, victory can only be achieved by wearing him down—sapping his will, exhausting his resources, convincing him that your own commitment is so deep that you will never surrender.

As the man says, it’s quite the conundrum. Excessive delay will only increase the duration, difficulty, and sheer bloodiness of the struggle. George McClellan, an outstanding motivator and leader of men, demonstrated that well enough; though his courage and competence were never in serious question, a surfeit of caution proved to be his ruin. Still, going off half-cocked without a plan, both tactical and strategic, is a sure-fire recipe for disaster, as any experienced combat veteran could tell you.

After decades of looking on helplessly as our country was defiled and then destroyed by thieves, thugs, and witless fools, it’s all too easy to let impatience dissolve into despair, leading on to bitter resignation. A delicate balance between recklessness and restraint, between overthinking and disregard, must now be struck. The fog of war, even fickle, unpredictable Fortuna Herself, will also have their own parts to play as the battle to reclaim a once-great nation widens and intensifies.

Delay can be costly; premature action, disastrous. But despair is fatal, the very worst of the three. Don’t give in to it. Plan. Prepare. Nurture your rage, but don’t let it rule you. Ignore the deceit and self-serving manipulations of the lying Left; rage is more than justified, a fair and fitting answer to the long train of abuses and usurpations inflicted by them. Battle is coming, with Justice at the wheel and Vengeance riding shotgun.

Learn to code!

Hey, I hear there are lots of good-paying opportunities in the solar-panel industry. Plus, there’s the new Morannon being built around the Imperial Palace in Mordor on the Potomac. Y’know, to protect “democracy” and all.

People who work in oil and gas are not the only ones immediately losing their jobs under Joe Biden.

Biden signed the executive order to fulfill his campaign promise of stopping the construction of the new border wall system that was being implemented by former President Donald Trump’s administration. While some areas on the southwest border saw a whole new wall being put in place where none existed before, the new wall system also replaced old barriers that were laughably easy to get over, such as old fencing in the El Paso Sector.

The construction crew was working hard to demobilize and bring their equipment, such as excavators and bulldozers, out of the area as soon as possible in order to comply with the executive order. I was told the crew was about two months away from completing the project they had been working on, which was now over with the quick signing of a pen…

I asked how everyone else on his crew, about 20 people, felt about the cancelation of their project.

“F*cked, to be honest with you,” he replied. “A lot of these guys, they don’t have nothing” because this was the only prospect that was employing them during these rough economic times. “A lot of people don’t know what else they’re going to do.”

“If you want my personal opinion, [the wall] was actually a good thing. You talk to a lot of locals in town and everything” and they were appreciative of what we were doing, the driver added, “We feel like our country really don’t give a sh*t about us.”

Actually, it’s your government that doesn’t give a shit about you. Half the country actively hates your guts and wants you dead, or engulag’ed.

Mail-order degeneracy

There’s an app for that.

This app lets you order hormone blockers so you can gender reassign without ever having to see an in-person doc or shrink
Ordering invasive drugs that alter your body in permanent ways is easier now than ever thanks to a new service called Plume.

Plume seeks to help you “live your authentic life” by getting rid of yucky red tape like psychologists and doctors that might warn you about the side effects of hormone blockers.

Oh, and should you need a medical letter of support in order to remove unwanted organs from your body, all you have to do is pony up $150.

Whatever the patient wants, the patient gets! As Plume says, they be “cheering you on every step of the way.”

Generation X, Gen Z, Millenials, Schmillenials—it’s all about the D-Generation now, baby. Which calls for a tune from some old NYC buds of mine.



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