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Black Criminal Lives Matter

Innocent, defenseless white babies’ lives: not so much. WARNING: brace yourself for one of the sickest and most horrifying photos you’re ever going to see. I hope.

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This IS Black Lives Matter, people. This is who they are, what they do. Don’t delude yourself for a single moment that the two thugs wouldn’t have happily murdered that child, and any other white infant they could get their hands on, if they even half-believed they could get away with it.

The subhuman scumsuckers abusing that poor baby need to be removed from this Earth. I do not give a good goddamn who does it, or how it’s done. As long as the process is extremely painful, and takes a good, long while.

A photograph of a man kneeling on the neck of a white baby while another person holds the diapered child’s arms is stirring up a massive amount of rage on social media.

The shocking and disturbing photograph, which was captioned by the abusers as “Blm now mf” is beginning to make the rounds after being uncovered by Vincent James of Red Elephants.

The man in the photo’s name is Isaiah Jackson and he resides in Ohio. A man with that name was arrested on July 20 in Ohio for a probation violation.

The paternal grandmother of the child wrote on Facebook that the photo was taken two days ago while the two-year-old was with his mother, who is dating Jackson. She told TGP that her son did not find out about it until yesterday morning.

The grandmother, who the Gateway Pundit has opted not to name for the child’s safety, provided us with screenshots of conversations in which the mother attempted to defend the photo when confronted about it, calling the person “ignorant” and claiming that “he wasn’t hurting him.”

Oh, clearly, clearly not, you stupid-ass mudshark. Dey’z jis’ playn’ n’shit, yo. Just never mind that the child is quite obviously SCREAMING IN TERROR AND PAIN IN THE FUCKING PHOTO.

After they kill the filthbags kneeling on the kid’s neck and holding his arms, they need to do the “mother” (gag) immediately after, in the same excruciating fashion.

“BLM now, mf?” Fuck you. Die screaming, then burn in Hell for ten thousand years, you miserable, oxygen-thief piece of shit. You, and all who “think” like you.

Update! Some black lives really DO matter. This would be one of them.

A woman called the Kansas City Missouri Police Department July 10. She wanted to help the officer who was shot July 2 and remains in the ICU. We (the KCPD) advised he’s well cared for, but if she wanted to donate for restaurant or gas station gift cards for his family so they can eat at and travel to/from the hospital, we were accepting those at East Patrol Division. She went on to say she lives in the urban core of Kansas City, and her daughter was murdered in 2012. She said the detectives who worked her daughter’s case were like her therapists, fathers, and lifelines all in one.

She said she lost her job a month ago and has been struggling to pay her bills. She went to the grocery store last week and found a $1 bill in the parking lot. She used that to buy a lottery ticket, with which she won $100. Her 12-year-old daughter was with her and said, “Mom, we should give that to the police officer who got shot.” She agreed immediately. With her current financial hardship, we urged her to keep the money. She refused, saying the officer’s family needed it, and police needed to know they were supported.

We at KCPD shared this wonderful act of humanity on our social media. Then hundreds of people said they wanted to help her out. However, the woman had called from an unlisted number and didn’t leave a name. It took a while, but we were able to track her down. Her name is Shetara Sims. She is on the left of this photo (along with KCPD social worker Brooke and Officer Earle). She’s a struggling single mom. Even when we found her again, she asked, “Don’t the officer and his family need it more?”

Shetara’s act of kindness has touched Kansas City, and they wanted to give back. This is your chance to do so!

That’s from the GoFundMe page the cops set up for this beautiful, generous soul, bless her heart. More:

An African American single mom who lost her job during the CCP coronavirus pandemic lockdowns, and was down to her last $7, donated her winnings from a lottery ticket to a police officer who was shot in the line of duty. When the police department set up a donation link to help her out, she expressed disbelief and asked, “Don’t the officer and his family need it more?” This is how America heals, everyone.

As of this writing, the donation link had raised just a hair over $40,000 in five days.

Good for her, and for those cops too. I hope she gets a ton more before the fundraiser is done.

FINALLY, they admit it!

The Nee-grow Division of the Smithsonian museum has finally ‘fessed up to the overall superiority of Western culture, and even gave full credit to the White (yes, I’m capitalizing it now, fuck you very much) mostly-European devils responsible for creating it. Or so it would seem from this:

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Reads like a how-to manual for building a successful, prosperous, humane, and enduring society, doesn’t it? And on the evidence of observable history, that is exactly what it is; the laudable, wholesome values it laid out therein worked remarkably well, and stood mankind in good stead for several centuries, directly leading to pretty much every civilizational advance known, reaching its apogee in the good ol’, now-defunct US of A. Revealingly, it was only after having incrementally abandoned those values over the last six or seven decades that American society has crumbled into the dysfunctional, chaotic mess it now is.

So yes, an acknowledgement is definitely in order, I should think, along with a heaping dollop of humble gratitude from all those who have benefitted so richly from its myriad blessings—most certainly to include the Twanlocs currently disparaging it the most vociferously, even advocating for its destruction.

But alas, it seems that the Smithsonian’s Nee-grow Division actually intended the above graphic as more of a condemnation and/or indictment, evidently much preferring primordial savagery to, y’know, civilization. Because, y’know, RAYCISS ‘N’ SHIT.

Whiteness and white racialized identity refer to the way that white people, their customs, culture, and beliefs operate as the standard by which all other groups of are compared. Whiteness is also at the core of understanding race in America. Whiteness and the normalization of white racial identity throughout America’s history have created a culture where nonwhite persons are seen as inferior or abnormal.

This white-dominant culture also operates as a social mechanism that grants advantages to white people, since they can navigate society both by feeling normal and being viewed as normal. Persons who identify as white rarely have to think about their racial identity because they live within a culture where whiteness has been normalized.

Thinking about race is very different for nonwhite persons living in America. People of color must always consider their racial identity, whatever the situation, due to the systemic and interpersonal racism that still exists.

“Systemic” racism—which is to say institutional racism, official racism, legally-sanctioned or mandated racism—no longer exists in America, and hasn’t for quite a while now. Well, except for affirmative action, of course, which is nothing more than systemic reverse-racism.

“Interpersonal” racism probably always will exist—not just in America but all over the world, and not just among whites but among all races, ethnicities, and other groupings. A strong bias in favor of one’s own peer-group—one’s tribe, shall we say—is a human survival trait, with us since our origins, deeply ingrained in all of us. It isn’t very likely it will ever be removed, however much tinkering the Progressivists do in their futile quest to create human perfection. It might not even be possible to remove it at all.

As is usual with the Race Warriors, here they demonstrate the usual lack of comprehension, this time by artificially and disingenuously conflate prejudice with discrimination, which happen to be two very different things. Prejudice is ubiquitous, hard to put a firm finger on or prove to courtroom standards, and likely doesn’t do a lot of demonstrable harm to society as a whole anyhow, nor even to individuals, beyond hurting the feelings of those more sensitive types. In sum: prejudice is merely an attitude, an opinion, a habit of mind, however backward and unlovely. It is probably best to just ignore it, and to avoid those who are prone to extreme indulgence in it if you can.

Discrimination, on the other hand, is an action, one undertaken at prejudice’s behest. Example: one can mutter imprecations most dire under his breath after checking a Negro, a Hispanic, an Asian, or the despised ethnic of one’s choice into the hotel one manages. What one can NOT do—not legally anyway, not in this country—is refuse those people a room solely on account of their ethnicity. If one tries it, one will find himself in great tubfuls of vefy hot water pretty danged quick.

Whiteness (and its accepted normality) also exist as everyday microaggressions toward people of color. Acts of microaggressions include verbal, nonverbal, and environmental slights, snubs or insults toward nonwhites. Whether intentional or not, these attitudes communicate hostile, derogatory, or harmful messages.

Y’know, the very term “microaggression” has always made me snicker a bit. I mean, the “micro” kind of gives it away as being something trivial, unimportant by definition, right? How harmful can anything described as “micro” really be, anyway? Best steel yourselves, cupcakes, and find yourselves a way to carry on somehow. Dry your tears, toughen up, and get on with your fucking day, willya?

Since white people in America hold most of the political, institutional, and economic power, they receive advantages that nonwhite groups do not. These benefits and advantages, of varying degrees, are known as white privilege. For many white people, this can be hard to hear, understand, or accept – but it is true. If you are white in America, you have benefited from the color of your skin.

Oh, izzat so? Tell me, please, HOW I have. Be precise; I won’t be receptive to general, amorphous blather about how much easier it’s been for me to get and hold jobs, accumulate wads of money, get hot chicks interested in me, and just throw my weight around generally, inflicting my rank White general Double Plus Undgood-ness on one and all.

Let there be no conflating advantages or leg-ups gained due to being part of the majority population with any notional ones conferred entirely by the color of my skin, either. I want actual, exact specification of everything you think I’ve been given strictly because I’m white.

Because I gotta tell ya: I just ain’t seeing it, myself. As such, I’m growing mighty damned tired of constantly hearing about it, and have pretty much completely lost all ability to suffer it in silence. If you doubt that, just try me and see how it works out for ya. Me, and after the last few months, one hell of a lot of others like me, I suspect.

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Monopolizing the conversation

Our old blog-bud Doug gets a taste of the Google lash.


The saga continues:

To put it bluntly, Google appears to be deleting search results that criticize its use of algorithms to enforce totalitarian political bias. Looks like I hit a nerve.

What’s next? Is Google going to start deleting blog posts with which it disagrees?

Count on it, buddy. He recommends the same recourse that I’ve been shouting about for a long, long time now: Dump Google, use Duck Duck Go instead. Might want to consider switching hosting-service providers there too, old chum.

Liberal Utopia: if you build it, they will run

Looks like we’re gonna need another Big Beautiful Wall, stat.

Former New York City mayor Rudy Giuliani and his former police commissioners such as Bernard Kerik, who headed up the NYPD force from 2000 to 2001 and directed the police response to 9/11, can only watch and weep as the city they had so successfully cleaned up rapidly descends into chaos and carnage. This Nightmare in New York is brought to you courtesy of Gov. Andrew Cuomo; Mayor Bill de Blasio; and a cast of thousands of Black Lives Matter protesters, anarchists, and street thugs. The once vibrant city is turning into a virtual no-go zone of looted shops, shuttered store windows, and skyrocketing murder rates. The number of shooting victims is up 51% this year so far, and that tragic trend is accelerating. In June of this year, there were 250 shootings, as opposed to 97 in June of 2019.

New York was already reeling from the highest coronavirus death toll in the (formerly) United States, due in large part to Gov. Cuomo approving the transfer of thousands of recovering COVID-19 patients to nursing homes at the height of the pandemic. Then the rioting began, and Mayor de Blasio’s response was to shame cops and propose cutting his city’s police department budget by more than one billion dollars. (That’s one thousand million for those of you who were educated in the city’s public schools.)

The Dimwitted Duo have caused a mass exodus, with 500,000 mostly middle-class New Yorkers fleeing the city thus far and many more likely to follow. Half a million New Yorkers heading for the proverbial hills. That’s more than the entire population of Minneapolis, where all the madness started. Of course, with the Minneapolis City Council repeatedly voting to disband its police force, the entire population of the “Mini apple” may head for the hills as well.

They should all be forced—at gunpoint if necessary—to stay and enjoy the fruits of their labor. They should DAMNED sure not be permitted to scatter out and infest the more civilized and liveable parts of the country, locust-like, to then start lobbying for, voting for, and otherwise insisting upon the exact same policies that they fouled their own nests with all over again.

Brother, can you spare a…

At first glance, this seemed kinda absurd to me. Then I gave it further thought, and…I dunno, it still seems kinda absurd to me.

Pearl Jam, the Eagles, Guns N’ Roses, and Green Day are among the bands who have received loans from the federal government’s Paycheck Protection Program, Rolling Stone reports.

According to data from the Small Business Administration and Treasury Department, the money will go to supporting and retaining the artists’ crews and staff; Rolling Stone notes that the Eagles’ loan is listed under their touring company and will help save 50 jobs. Larger loans—between $350,000 and $1 million—were taken out by the Eagles, Pearl Jam, and Disturbed. Out of 660,000 recipients, Rolling Stone reports that over 40 musicians and bands received loans for over $150,000, including Weezer, Imagine Dragons, Chainsmokers, Nickelback, and Jason Isbell.

Various major and independent labels also received PPP loans, including Sub Pop Records, Third Man Records, and Knitting Factory Records, who each received a minimum of $350,000.

Not one of the above-named bands are outfits I would think of as needing any federal aid to scrape by; I’d far rather see that dough put into the hands of the struggling, lower-tier road warriors out there who are certainly worse off than they are, and if I was still working the road myself I’d likely resent this, at least somewhat.

On the other hand, though, as the article notes, the assistance is earmarked for their crews and support staff, which makes it seem a bit more reasonable. Although it’s also true that even those guys typically haul down bucketfuls more cash than your average bar band does.

There’s this, too: the fact that no bands, great or small, have been allowed to ply their trade and earn their living during this summer’s touring season is entirely on the goobermint. Also, although people don’t realize it, even the big-name acts earn most of their dough not from record sales, but from touring and merch sales. So why the hell shouldn’t they insist on compensation from the very assholes who shut them all down on a pretext?

Red forever!

Well worth the trip, I’d say.

Photographer Travels Around the World to Capture the Unique Beauty of Red Hair
Entertainment photographer Brian Dowling has photographed famous redheads like Julia Roberts, Julianne Moore, and Amy Adams, but his newest project focuses on the beauty of everyday female redheads. Dowling, an American photographer based in Berlin, spent three summers visiting 20 countries, where he shot portraits of more than 130 women with red hair.

His aim is to show the beauty and diversity in this rarest of hair colors. Just 2% of the population can claim this fiery hair color, which is caused by both parents having the recessive MC1R gene. Even with both parents carrying the gene, their offspring only have a 25% of being born with red hair.

Many associate red hair with Scotland and Ireland, with 13% and 10% of the world’s natural redheads respectively, but Dowling’s around the world jaunt proves they come from all nationalities. From dark auburn to golden copper, each woman proudly shows her locks, as well as other characteristics like the freckles and pale skin redheads are known for.

Actually, as strong a bias as I’ve always had for redheads myself, the spotted-ginger type never was my thing. It’s those fair, clear-skinned redheads with the electrifying blue or green eyes that always got my rapt attention. The girl from “Odessa, Ukraine” is so damned tantalizingly babe-a-licious I’d move there like a shot, if I thought had a hope in Hell of locating her. It’s quite the collection, I assure you fellas.

Plea for assistance

One of my oldest and dearest friends, fella named Tom King, a riding partner of mine since the 80s, nearly lost his life in a serious motorcycle crash over in Charlotte a month or so back. After lapsing into DOA status on the way to the hospital—fortunately, the accident happened within a mile or so of what used to be known as Charlotte Memorial Hospital, who the hell knows what they’re calling it now—he was revived, but suffered the multiple broken bones, abrasions, and brain-rattling skullcracker of a concussion that seems to go hand in hand with most bad bike spills.

The docs say his recovery since has been nothing short of miraculous, considering the extent of his injuries. I’ve told him he had an angel riding on his shoulder that night.

Tom has always been a damned goofball; I pick on his ass all the time about his advanced-level dorkitude, which ribbing he’s always accepted with grace and good humor, along with the occasional subtle jabs back. He’s a truly serious Ironbutt, though, and a damned skillful rider. I won’t say he’s a better rider than I am, mind, because in my own humble and honest opinion (ahem) almost nobody in the whole world is. But there’s not much argument to be made that he’s put more miles under his ass than I have, even though I started riding at a much earlier age than he did. I harbor no illusions of ever catching up, either.

Whenever we’d make the annual trek to Myrtle Beach for the spring rally, which for a long time was every year without fail, we’d go in a large group of ten or fifteen of our biker buds, with Tom as Road Captain in the front-left position and me solid and unflappable on his right. Those rides and rallies are some of the fondest memories of my life. I really oughta write them down one of these days, before I’m too old to remember ’em all. Don’t know why that never occurred to me before.

Did I say Ironbutt? Tom has never thought a thing about making a run up to Lake Lure just to have breakfast, then heading on up to east Tennessee or some other hours-away place just for the sheer hell of it. He always loved to ride fast as hell on his highway jaunts, too. I never was any kind of shrinking violet myself when it came to the Need for Speed—one of my earliest internet nicks, one I still use here and there, was “speedfreek,” and nobody ever claimed it was inapt—but Tom was so incorrigible about it he used to piss me the hell off blasting down the interstate doing the ton, with me lollygagging behind not even trying to keep up. He’d slow waaaaay down once he’d lost sight of me in his mirrors, and exact his revenge for my ribbing by taunting me, “You gonna keep up or what, Grandma? Jeez!”

Tom worked as a journeyman printer at the CLT Observer for more than twenty years, which means he was around long enough to have made the transition from lead type to the digital age. But after the McClatchy buyout, the Observer did some serious downsizing, and Tom’s entire department was eliminated. Understand: Tom has been a worker his whole life, and it about killed him to suddenly find himself on the street. He found another job at a small printing concern up in Davidson fairly quickly after a couple of piddling pick-up gigs, making considerably less money…and with no insurance benefits at all.

Maybe you can see where this is going, I’m thinking.

It ought to be fairly obvious that Tom is up against it here. So a friend put together a GuFundMe campaign to help defray his horrific medical costs, which will be ongoing as he undergoes an extended course of therapy. I thought I’d mention said fundraiser here, since I am too damned perennially broke myself to offer much else in the way of help for him. If you can afford it in these uncertain times, please do consider tossing whatever you can manage in the pot. My thanks to you, and Tom’s and his wife Jen’s as well.

Oh, and why not take this opportunity to get in an additional jab at him, right? I DID say goofball, I believe. First: me, Tom, and his wife Jen at one of those great Myrtle Beach rallies, at our hotel bar at the Ocean Drive Golf Resort.

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Next: a shot of me, Tom, and my ravishingly beautiful late wife Christiana—same day, same location.

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Hm. Okay, looking at it again, I see that there is just the merest of possibilities that Tom might not be the only goofball in that one. Which is the only comment I’m going to make on exactly where my bleary, blurry gaze seems to be locked. Last one, of us two boys confirming our coveted Master Goofball status for all time.

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Back to the future

If you build it correctly, it will work, to turn a phrase. Even a health care system.

More and more doctors across the country want to reduce costs and bring price transparency to the system. In 1997, anesthesiologist Keith Smith left his hospital job and opened the Surgery Center of Oklahoma (SCO) in Oklahoma City. “I wanted to see if markets could actually work in our convoluted health care system,” he told me. “I didn’t want to be an accessory to a crime anymore. Our mainstream system is criminal because of the way it fails to prioritize the care of patients.”

During his first week in business, Smith got a call from a woman needing a breast biopsy. She asked him how much the procedure would cost at his clinic. He had no idea—no one had ever asked before. Smith called his surgeon and the testing lab for a quote, calculated his own cost for the 20-minute procedure, and gave her the estimated price—which ended up being well within her deductible, and a fraction of the price she was given when she pressed a local hospital for an estimate. Smith and his team decided to bundle prices for all their procedures and then made the radical move of posting the full costs on their website.

Almost immediately, Oklahoma hospitals, insurance companies, and legislators went on the offensive and tried to shut down SCO. Insurance companies made it mandatory for consumers to meet their deductible with in-network providers: if they went out-of-network to get a service, their deductible would reset to zero for the year. This made SCO’s otherwise-affordable services cost-prohibitive for many patients with insurance. The center’s waiting room emptied.

But SCO quickly discovered other types of consumers, such as companies with self-funded health-insurance plans, as well as international patients. Employers with self-funded plans take on the financial risk of providing health-care benefits to their employees instead of paying premiums to health-insurance companies like Aetna or Anthem. Though it’s generally larger companies that self-insure—Wal Mart is a well-known example—high costs in health care are driving smaller companies, including those with as few as 50 employees, to move in this direction as well. Self-insured employers have incentives to keep costs down, even if it means flying their employees for out-of-state treatments.

When self-insured companies from across the country learned that procedures at SCO cost a fraction of the bill at most other medical institutions, they began offering their employees incentives to go there, including stipends, paid time off, and even covering the cost for a friend or family member to accompany them. SCO also saw an influx of customers from Canada and Europe. Though these patients had government-funded coverage, delays in treatment for urgent conditions led them to pay out of pocket for treatment at SCO.

GREAT quote coming right up:

“Some people say that health care is too important to leave to markets,” Smith says. “I say it’s too important to leave to government!” Without the pressures of the market, Smith is convinced that there is no accountability and no incentive for health-care providers to pay attention either to value or quality.

Annnnd bingo, we have a winnah! Good on ya, Doc. But isn’t it remarkable how such plain, obvious common sense can sound downright radical to modern ears—and how we find ourselves going back to first principles to re-engineer a humane, functional health care system that will doubtless end up closely resembling the one we had until the government stepped in to screw the old one up so horribly?

Chain of events

So as I was typing up my email to our governor, Comrade Cooper, begging official permission to be allowed to celebrate my “freedom” on the 4th, I was listening to the classical-music radio station as background, as is my usual wont. Amidst all the usual rah-rah 4th of July treacle and sludge, they aired a rendition of “Down In The Valley” for some reason—a lovely old tune, a real classic. And somehow, that in turn reminded me of an old Richard Pryor/Gene Wilder buddy flick called Stir Crazy, which at one point featured a beefy, intimidating cellmate of Our Heroes yclept Grossberger performing maybe the doggone prettiest version of the old chestnut I ever did hear:



Nice, eh? The guy who played Grossberger was a Dutch-American actor, wrestler, and opera singer who also held a BS in computer science named Erland Van Lindth De Jeude. He died, alas, in 1987 at a quite young age. Hats off to him for a real treat of a performance on this tune, anyway. Says something that it’s stuck with me all these years.

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Damned if I’da told it

I’m linking the archive.is version of this pathetic bleat, not because the original is paywalled but because I just can’t bring myself to link to a site caled Treehugger.com.

I will state this up front: I hate fireworks. They are loud and they are dangerous and they are polluting and they scare my dogs and my kids and me. This year, I hate them more than ever; for reasons nobody quite understands, they are ubiquitous weeks before the Fourth of July. According to Gothamist, noise complaints related to fireworks in New York City are up a crazy 4,000% over last year. But it’s not just New York; according to the Associated Press, “They’ve become a nightly nuisance ringing out from Connecticut to California, angering sleep-deprived residents and alarming elected officials.”

This is all after a dream-time when some urbanists fantasized that we would learn from the lockdown and appreciate the quiet streets and clean air. Instead, some say the boom in fireworks is all about making noise and blowing off steam after being locked inside.

The rest of this mincing mess of an article is every bit as gallingly pussified as you would expect. Apparently, Pajama Boy has had all sense of shame edited right out of his wretched DNA, and is incapable of being embarrassed by his own public admission of mewling spinelessness. All that soy, probably.

On the bright side, sort of, if wretched pantywaists like this “guy” had been all America That Was had to storm the beaches at Normandy on D-Day, we would surely have averted the current stupid rhubarb over the national anthem, at least. It would be Deutschland Über Alles.

The feel-good video of the week

Been waiting all day to put this one up.


My only real quibble is that instead of locking him inside, somebody should have just shot him in the head. It’s not even arguable that the scumbag already has a sheet as long as Michael Jordan’s arm; he will be immediately turned loose yet again to commit more crimes, and the roundy-round will continue, the offenses escalating until he finally does kill some poor, innocent soul. It’s a story as old and familiar as one of Aesop’s Fairy Tales, just not nearly as satisfying.

So short-circuit the cycle and be done with it, I say. The only good goblin is a dead goblin. Let him repeat his suddenly-penitent “I’se sorry, I’se sorry” to St Peter at the Gates and see where it gets him.

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"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."
Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do 'Til the Revolution

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"There are men in all ages who mean to govern well, but they mean to govern. They promise to be good masters, but they mean to be masters."
Daniel Webster

“When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill.”
Charles Bukowski

“A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.”
Ezra Pound

“The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”
Frank Zappa

“The right of a nation to kill a tyrant in case of necessity can no more be doubted than to hang a robber, or kill a flea.”
John Adams

"A society of sheep must in time beget a government of wolves."
Bertrand de Jouvenel

"It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged."
GK Chesterton

"I predict that the Bush administration will be seen by freedom-wishing Americans a generation or two hence as the hinge on the cell door locking up our freedom. When my children are my age, they will not be free in any recognizably traditional American meaning of the word. I’d tell them to emigrate, but there’s nowhere left to go. I am left with nauseating near-conviction that I am a member of the last generation in the history of the world that is minimally truly free."
Donald Sensing

"The only way to live free is to live unobserved."
Etienne de la Boiete

"History does not long entrust the care of freedom to the weak or the timid."
Dwight D. Eisenhower

"To put it simply, the Left is the stupid and the insane, led by the evil. You can’t persuade the stupid or the insane and you had damn well better fight the evil."
Skeptic

"There is no better way to stamp your power on people than through the dead hand of bureaucracy. You cannot reason with paperwork."
David Black, from Turn Left For Gibraltar

"If the laws of God and men, are therefore of no effect, when the magistracy is left at liberty to break them; and if the lusts of those who are too strong for the tribunals of justice, cannot be otherwise restrained than by sedition, tumults and war, those seditions, tumults and wars, are justified by the laws of God and man."
John Adams

"The limits of tyranny are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress."
Frederick Douglass

"Give me the media and I will make of any nation a herd of swine."
Joseph Goebbels

“I hope we once again have reminded people that man is not free unless government is limited. There’s a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as a law of physics: As government expands, liberty contracts.”
Ronald Reagan

"Ain't no misunderstanding this war. They want to rule us and aim to do it. We aim not to allow it. All there is to it."
NC Reed, from Parno's Peril

"I just want a government that fits in the box it originally came in."
Bill Whittle

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