Category: Liberals are violent haters

What they are, what they do

GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

Sorry, NO

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Ace really says it all in this top-shelf rip, and says it extremely well too.

No, Gleen, it’s not the same. We are not attacking the left for having differences of political opinion. We are not attacking them for having weird beliefs.

We are attacking them for celebrating assassination and murder. We are attacking them for calling for the next “pew pew” against the President Donald Trump.

If Trump goes down — we are at war.

You are right that most words are not violence. But some words are: Specifically those calling for someone to be killed, or praising an assassin for killing someone, with hopes that additional assassins will emerge.

That is what we are condemning. I do grant that some people are making the mistake of attempting to criminalize mere strong political invective — but what we’re really incensed by is that Taylor Lorenz continues to praise Luigi Mangione for his assassination and absolutely zero people in the supposedly “Respectable” media have even so much as chastised her for it.

Indeed, CNN had her on to giggle about it.

Either the left stops openly glorifying violence and calling for Trump or other Republicans to be “pew pewed” — their puerile, cutesy way of saying “shot” — or the right is going to start publishing our own Pew Pew Lists.

This is not a difference of political opinion. We on the right will not have a “debate” about whether leftwing assassins are allowed to murder us, our friends, or our leaders.

That will be a civil war situation.

It’s not up for debate. Leftwingers arguing that it is justified to murder me, my friends, and my family, and my president, are not offering a political position. They are openly conspiring to commit murder, and we don’t debate murderers. We arrest them and, if necessary, we kill them.

The left cannot put itself above the social compact. The bas(e)line, rock-bottom social compact is just “you and I are in the same tribe, the same nation, and I agree to not murder you if you agree (to) not murder me. And we also agree not to incite our more dangerous, mentally-unstable members to kill each other, either.”

If we do not have that, we do not have a country, and we are in (a) state of war. The rules of society do not apply, only the rules of war and violence do.

And there you have it. Nothing more to add from over here.

Update! In the course of making a last quick check to make sure some embarrassing goof or fother hadn’t escaped my notice when it hit me like a brick to the face: “…WILL BE a civil war situation?” Close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, as the ancient gag-line goes. It would be a better, more accurate mensuration of the current predicament to say that “This IS a civil war etc etc,” if you ask me.

The end of the beginning

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Francis closes his characteristically brilliant piece below with this penultimate ‘graph:

There’s no predicting the outcome. The Right has been too determinedly civil. We’ve never accepted the absoluteness of the contest. We’ve proceeded as if the contest could and would be settled by argument alone. But our adversaries will not accept defeat by that standard. They won’t stop short of anything but total power over all of us: the power of life and death and everything in between. Why should they not go to guns when the national discourse and the electoral contests turn against them?

Why indeed—especially when all we’ve ever done about it each and very time they’ve either heckled, threatened, Doxxed, savagely beaten, jailed, killed or tried to kill another of us is to bluster and yawp about how they’d better knock this shit off because “we have all the guns.” To hear the Blowhard Right tell it, Leftards are all just sissy-mary “transgender” fluffernutters who, unlike their manly selves, would faint dead away at the mere rumor of violence headed in their general direction. When it finally comes down to clobberin’ time for reals, Our Side will surely go through Their Side like shit through the proverbial goose, and they’ll be mighty damned sorry they ever thought it was a good idea to fuck with us. Right? RIIIIIGHT?!?

And then, of course…crickets. Even after the first (of three, so far) attempt on Trump’s life, the consensus among the MAGA sector was that this time the Left had REALLY gone too far, that their long-overdue day of reckoning was at hand for sure. Hell, we all thought it, had ourselves a grand old time snickering to each other about how seriously damned lucky the Leftards were that Trump WASN’T killed that day in PA, that if he HAD been, those shitheels would’ve been well and truly fucked. A veritable tsunami of Normal rage would’ve inundated the hapless shitlibs and sucked those rat-bastards down, down, down inrto the briny depths forever, and good riddance to them.

Nope, the world-famous photo of Our Prezmodent shaking his fist in angry defiance, Old Glory seconding his defiance behind him, the side of his face and neck covered with the blood the bullet had left in its path, why, of COURSE they’d gone too far! No true American would ever dream of taking something this over the top, this extreme, passively, an entire nation of sofa-surfers muttering the same vows to finally do something, to make the sumbitches pay this time, to teach them what happens to those who go to far and cross that bright red line.

And then, sing it with me one more time, y’all…crickets. Second verse, same as the first.

So now it’s Charlie Kirk’s turn to assume the entirely ceremonial role of Final Fucking Straw which will unclip the leash which holds us back from scrambling off to dish up some man-size portions of richly-deserved retribution that always seems like it’s right around the next bend but somehow never actually hoves into sight, tootling him melodiously all the way.

Yes, many of us are angry—incandescently angry, in fact, absolutely fucking FURIOUS over this baroque, needless pissing-away of a human life, and rightly so too. Not just any old human life either; Kirk’s was especially productive—a more-productive-than-most life spent trying his best to be a good Daddy, a loving and faithful spouse, and a decent Christian. The value of this singular life was raised continually from the open-hearted generosity with which Charlie lavished his affection, his charity, his energy, and his attention on everyone around him. His students speak of his kindness, the selfless, laid-back way he’d spend hour after hour nudging them just this much closer to truly understanding some stubborn little something which had seemed just too big a leap for his balky mind to make only minutes ago.

Too generous for his own good; a Christian man who, rather than putting on a mask to present others with a misleading portrait of his sincerity and devotion, instead didn’t seem to care one way or another what anyone else might think of him, labored mightily, honestly, and above all humbly to live up to the tenets of his Christianity. According to those who knew him well, Charlie was modest, courtesy, responsible, judicious. He was never boastful or vain, never arrogant or selfish or coarse.  Charlie Kirk just simply…WAS, that’s all.

Those noble qualities and others are why Nornals admire Kirk. Ironically, those same qualities are exactlty what made Leftards hate him so vehemently, so viciously. I also imagine those qualities had a great deal to do with why the miserable oxygen thief who killed him decided it needed doing, and he was the perfect choice for the job.

This week’s one-two knockout combination leads with a flurry of set-ups, beginning with A) the D卐M☭CRAT-crafted butchery of poor Iryna Zarutska (yes, this one is 110% on them; don’t even TRY to tell me it ain’t) which went down just up the road a piece in the shithole of Charlotte, NC—a story which spent the last 2+ weeks being rigidly locked down by the D卐M☭CRAT-friendly local media establishment at the unscrupulous behest of idiot Mayor Vi Lyle but which managed to dig its way out of Information Prison nevertheless;the set-up jabs will be followed closely by a sleep-inducing right cross like B) yesterday’s wanton gunning down of a good, decent, and altogether admirable man for purely political purposes together have gotten a lot of folks positively seething, just waiting with bated breath for someone to point them at a worthwhile target and turn ‘em loose to wreak havoc on the shitlib malefactors behind this perfect storm of horror, calamity, and bilious evil we, our former country, and indeed the entire world has been struggling to navigate for all these years.

It’d be nice to think these fiends might for once be at real risk of a long-postponed settling of accounts, definitely. Sorry and all, but try as I might I just can’t see it happening. It’d be fair to say that the cumulative effect of the enormities which, figuratively speaking, were stuffed into a paper bag, put on the porch by the front door, and set afire by those match-wielding D卐M☭CRAT firebugs was to spark within fed-up Normal hearts a feeble light of hope that at last, the karmic flame might be about to catch, spread, and burn some dick-with-ears who badly needed burning.

But alas, that would require Real Americans to do something beyond bitching and moaning about the not-fairness of a life beset by a plague of Leftists, which they just will not do. So count on it: in another cpl-three weeks, this too shall pass and be forgotten. The speculation about the seemingly improving chances that the citizenry most harmed by Leftard bullshit might finally step up to the plate and have a few mighty swings at bringing shitlib brigandry to a halt once and for all will carry on as before, bringing with it the same result it always has, namely none whatsoever. Eventually, the spark gutters out, the bleak darkness settles back in again, the hope comes to naught. And as per usual, nothing changes.

Much as I do dread such grim awfulness coming to pass in my own time, let alone in my daughter’s, the least of what OUGHT to come of all this horror and grief is the welcome arrival of a few new, improved rules. To wit:

  • They kill one (1) of ours, we kill three (3) of theirs IMMEDIATELY, without reference to Theirs being of roughly equivalent social/cultural/financial stature, political relevance, or importance with Ours, just…one of Ours, three of Theirs, every time without fail, without exception, period fucking DOT
  • They can no longer so much as leave their own homes without being hounded, harassed, and terrorized by a phalanx of armed-to-the-eyeteeth Real Americans continuously shouting specific, detailed statements threatening grievous bodily injury soon to be visited upon said Leftists, their families, and all their like-minded cohorts every step of the way to wherever it is they’re trying to go
  • The reprisals will continue until Leftists are so cowed they blanch and literally quake with fear any time they are in the vicinity of non-Leftists; When that stage is attained, then and only then can the mission-accomplished standard be hoisted on flagpoles across the land
  • All unofficial leaders must prioritize their efforts to inspire, motivate, and set an example for uncertain Normals who are dubious at best about manning up and involving themselves in this sudden surge of anti-Leftist activism; personal attention, lavish praise, and enthusiastic encouragement must be showered liberally upon every gun-shy Normal who decides he wants to get past his anxiety, cast his inhibitions to the wind, shove his inner wuss aside, leave his worries behind, and take the plunge
  • No more big talk, no more handwringing, no more shilly-shallying around; just shut up and DO IT already

Same-same with after-action gossip and/or swapping of sea-stories amongst fellow pipehitters—none of that stupid shit, please, you’ll have the Fibbies kicking in your door toot fucking sweet; in sum, a little less talk and a lot more action, as a great old tune by some good friends of mine from out Denver way put it.

As for this “no place for political violence in America” bushwa, sorry pal, but the Founding Fathers of this country would like a word. Yes, the mere prospect of what I’ve for years referred to as Civil War v2.0 is indeed terrible; the reality of such a thing would be so nightmarish as to be beyond human imagining. But is it really the worst of all possible things? John Stuart Mill put paid to that one a good-ish while back.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things: the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth a war, is much worse. When a people are used as mere human instruments for firing cannon or thrusting bayonets, in the service and for the selfish purposes of a master, such war degrades a people. A war to protect other human beings against tyrannical injustice; a war to give victory to their own ideas of right and good, and which is their own war, carried on for an honest purpose by their free choice, — is often the means of their regeneration. A man who has nothing which he is willing to fight for, nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. As long as justice and injustice have not terminated their ever-renewing fight for ascendancy in the affairs of mankind, human beings must be willing, when need is, to do battle for the one against the other.

And there you have it. Much as I do dread the idea of a CW2, and believe me I do, the pathetic mewling of those who misrepresent themselves as staunch, stalwart American devoted to liberty, the Constitution, and the Republic bequeathed to them by far better men than they’ll ever be is so dreadful it sickens me to my core. It’s embarrassing to hear such sunshine patriots as they prattle on and on these days about the urgently vitally critical urgency that we “fight” this “war” using non-violent means exclusively—a war, mind, against an Enemy who, meanwhile, is not just talking about his intention to subjugate whatever few of us he doesn’t just kill outright but is actually doing precisely that, has been for years now.

WE’RE IN A WAR! WE’RE IN A WAR! LET’S HAVE NO FIGHTING, GENTLEMEN!!!

The more I hear these feebs natter on almost rhapsodically about how oh MAN, we’re really gonna “fighty-fight-fight-fight-FIGHT” those bastiges now, you betcher!! the more I marvel at their historical illiteracy, their apparent belief in the risible notion that a successful defense of the principles, institutions, and charters of our Founding against the rapacious Left can be achieved with mere words alone, perhaps a nice civilized chat over tea and crumpets when it’s all done.

The mulish refusal of these oh-so-delicate types to accept just how deadly serious the Leftist Enemy truly is about his aspirations, his Divine Right to rule, the power, perks, and position to which he is so clearly entitled. The Sunshine Patriot’s prissy abhorrence for mussing his hair and ruining his spotless, impeccably-pressed Brooks Brothers duds by stepping daintily down from the High Road to partake in *shudder* a vulgar brawl with Leftist swine is positively Marquess of Queensberry-esque.

The murder of Charlie Kirk, whatever else it may or may not be, contains a harsh, bitter lesson for us all. Here was a man entirely devoted to the proposition that Americans might somehow resolve differences which are in truth irreconcilable, do so peaceably, then live more or less amicably together afterwards. Against all odds, Kirk was having notable success in winning young people over to his point of view—so successful had he been, in fact, that he had to be assassinated before his last-ditch Hail Mary project to rescue America That Was without bloodshed had gone too far.

The word-warrior Sunshine Patriots spectacularly beclown themselves with everything they say. They would do well to study the lesson thrust upon us by Charlie Kirk’s unjust martyrdom until a bit of cold, hard reality has seeped into those cinderblock skulls of theirs at last. Meanwhile, they really ought to keep well out of the way of any Real Americans who might now be fed up enough to actually start fighting back for a change, and who don’t shy like a wild mustang beside a backfiring automobile from the idea of defending themselves, their beliefs, and their country using the same methods by which it originally became a country in the first place.

NOTE: All of the preceding assumes that Kirk was assassinated by Leftist(s), either a lone random nutjob or the work of some malevolent Leftard cabal nobody ever heard of. There are other possibilities, of course, some believable, others not so much. There’s the one which posits that Kirk’s murder harks back to some kind of Deep State skullduggery, another more specific, better-developed possibility which suggests that it could have been an offshoot of a larger FBI black-bag job whose original purpose was to smoke out some American ReichWing Extremists and/or insurrectionists so’s the Fibbies could have more toys to play with. Or, perhaps, the atrocity was/is something entirely Else.

One of the more moronic of these hypotheses which flatly insists, with no discernible evidence either good or bad, upon some sort of Mossad involvement with the Kirk hit is not to be taken seriously, I don’t think, or not by any serious person, at any rate. Essentially, that one’s just weirdness purely for weirdness’s sake, put forth by the usual obsessive dolts who descry a hidden Hebrew hand behind absolutely everydamnedthing. Such jejune suspicions are usually child’s play to dispense with, and this one is no different.

To begin with, why in the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed world would Mossad even want to kill Kirk in the first place, much less chance bringing down the everlasting fury of a substantial chunk of the Earth’s population on their heads should some clandestine Mossad/IDF/Israel connection to the Kirk job ever be exhumed? Realistically, what exactly could Mossad hope to gain by such a dastardly atrocity—for its service, its nation, its fellow Jews? I imagine that Mossad, Israel’s government, the Israeli military, Shin Bet, Yamam, the Knesset, and the Israeli people have quite enough on their plate at the moment to be bothering themselves overmuch about the more granular details about the assassination of Charlie Kirk.

On the other hand though, let’s not elide, overlook, or try to minimize what’s REALLY going on here either, aiiight? Below the surface of this shady business are wheels within wheels within wheels, turning around and around unseen by anyone. Why do they turn? Nobody really knows. Remember, if you will, the One Big Secret none but the bravest, most perceptive, most well-informed handful of us will ever be privy to, which of course could only be…

****((((JOOOJOOOJOOOJOOOOOOOOOOO!!!))))****

Update! My old friend over at StreamFortySeven explains what it looks like from where he sits.

In the summer of 2020, in my home town, there was the threat that Antifa would go into residential neighborhoods to cause havoc and destruction, as they had done in the suburbs of a major city 60 miles to the east. Word was got out, by various means, to them that this would not be tolerated, they might walk in, but they would not walk out. They did rip up some stores in the downtown area – part of the mob there was led by two ex-convicts on parole from the state prison, and they smashed and robbed a local jewelry store – but they did not enter any neighborhoods, because they did not dare to, police or not. A strong citizen-led defense prevented havoc and destruction, when the police were told to stand down. This did not happen in Minneapolis or Kenosha, Wisconsin or Portland, Oregon or Seattle, Washington; it did occur in a town in Idaho, where Antifa were brought in by bus, but were met with armed citizens, and ended up leaving town.

It is the duty of citizens to acquire arms and become well-practiced in their use, and band together for their own mutual protection. Lawless people are not stupid, they pick their targets, and prefer weak victims to those who are strong and prepared, the same as any other sort of criminals do. And in the wake of the assassination today, there have been many calls to go out and “hunt down Democrats” – but this temptation must be resisted, lawlessness is not defeated or prevented by more lawlessness. And it may be to the benefit of certain foreign countries, especially those under Communist or despotic rule, to have the social fabric of the United States torn apart, and the people divided and set upon each other. Self-defense and defense of community and family is one thing, generalized lawlessness and revenge is quite another, and we should keep this firmly in mind, in the 250th year of our independence.

All fine and well, but how does this self-restraint in the face off extraordinary provocation square with Jefferson’s exhortation that “God forbid we should ever be 20 years without such a rebellion“? What, too, are we to make of his well-known argument from a little further along in the Smith letter:

And what country can preserve it’s liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.

Do we think so highly of our sophistication, our prodigious intellects, that we now think ourselves superior to Jefferson, Madison, Adams, Henry, the others? If we sit idly by while our best and brightest are slaughtered like livestock by D卐M☭CRATs whose intentions—towards us and this nation alike—are in no sense honorable, decent, wholesome, or benificent, but more closely approximate those of the spider in the fat corner of his web for the unwary fly? That being so, can we be proud of the brutal tyranny which will be the inevitable consequence of our lassitude? When said tyranny has been established while we remained idle, will we retain a right to complain about our lot? One last Jeffersonian incitement to violence before I shut the heck up.

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

With the D卐M☭CRATs now so emboldened, so certain of the inevitability of victory, that they feel perfectly free to murder the leaders of their opposition in broad daylight before the very eyes of a large audience (which included the victim’s horror-stricken wife), without fear of repercussion, recrimination, or reprimand, are we to think this a good thing? To be happy about it? To quietly accede to an intolerable state of affairs without demur? To comply, to capitulate, to yield ourselves up with an indifferent shrug and a soft sigh of resignation?

Is the duty spoken of in that last quoted passage no longer applicable to Americans? Has it expired? Been repealed? Revoked? Are such arcane concepts as “rights,” “freedom,” and “duties” no more than outmoded philosophical artifacts which at some point we all grow out of, like the shirts, jeans, jackets, sneakers, &c which fit perfectly back when you were a kid but are way too small for you to squeeze into now that you’re a man grown?

Whichever way the whole mishegas shakes out, it makes me very sad that my country should have been brought to such a sorry pass.

NUTS!

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Crazy lady illustrates just how very far we’ve fallen—as a nation; as Americans; as individuals; as civilized, rational, well-meaning human adults.

i’m telling ya, gang, you ain’t gonna believe this one.


This rage junkie’s unprovoked hissy fit deserves some kind of token of recognition—say, a trophy; a statuette along the lines of the Oscar, the Tony, or the Grammy; a colorful silk ribbon sizeable enough that it can be tied in back of the neck and draped over the collarbones and down to about mid-sternum, the way a proper necklace is usually worn; a gold medal to hang from said ribbon/necklace, a one-two knockout punch which results in a stylish accessory that, for all intents and purposes, might have been made to be shown off at private parties, film/art-show openings, next year’s Kentucky Derby, or some other such event; a generous cash prize; a professionally printed, suitable-for-framing certificate of merit presented personally by Hizzoner the Mayor’s very own hand; an honorary diploma from the nearest cow-college.

Then there’s the charity-fundraising dinner in a ritzy restaurant so jam-packed with minor to middling local celebutards that whenever at least two of said celebs stands close together and smiles for the cameras, the high-wattage light bouncing off the razzle-dazzle dentition on display produces a reflection so intensely retina-singing that any diner, restaurant employee, sidewalk-dwelling stewbum, or luckless looky-loo gawking through the establishment’s big front window who gets hit smack dab in the middle of his/her/its eyeball by the tooth polish-enhanced reflection will be blinded completely until mid-afternoon of the next day, a painful injury to delicate, highly sensitive tissue which hurts in a way reminiscent of the also-blinding eyeball burns incurred by looking directly at a welding torch’s brilliant light without welding goggles*.

There’s sure to be lots more bright ideas floating around out there regarding how best to recognize Miz Cray-Cray McNutcake’s and any subsequent amusing mental/emotional self-detonations, but the above ones should suffice to get the intellectual spark plugs firing, the creative juices flowing, and the internal kick-ball rolling in the right direction, I think.

One final thought: can you even begin to imagine what life must be like for this woman’s husband/boyfriend.significant other (if any)? Y’know, the poor soul who has to go to bed every night and wake up every morning beside this psychopath? Because I gotta say, I can’t. In fact, I really don’t want to. My life sucks bad enough as it is; I don’t like the idea of using my imagination to put my astral projection (a term I picked up from PG Wodehouse’s Laughing Gas) in that pyrsynzzn’s shoes for even one second, which pointless experience would only make things worse for myself than they already were. I ain’t nearly masochist enough to make myself suffer so gratuitously, and with any luck I never will be.

* Although I’ve had countless opportunities to score myself some welding-torch eyeball blisters, I never did; whenever I heard the snap, crackle, and pop seam-building soundtrack warning all shop-rats that Goose had one of our three (3) torches fired up and was starting another of his incredibly flawless welds, I made damned good and sure to keep my back turned to him. From what friends of mine who would know say, the blindness hits shortly after the damage has been done, while the godawful pain usually holds off until sometime next day. The only effective treatment for those blisters I know of is to cut up a raw potato into thin rounds and place a slice on the closed lids of the affected ocular orb, then let it/them sit there for hours and hours. Eventually, the pain goes away, the vision comes back, and the lesson has been learned, to be remembered forever.

It’s all but certain not to go that way, though, as you probably figured out by now. Thanks to inborn human blockheadedness, Nature’s eternal cycle begins anew: the lesson will be forgotten; the attention will stray; the primordial flesh-memory of what it felt like will fade. And before you know it, there you are: somebody is about to get hurt again.

Shop Life 101, that’s all, Shop Life 101.

As the proctologist asked, “Good grief! Is there really no end to these assholes?”

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Esteemed monster hunter David Codrea nails it down clean and tight.

 Jackoff can’t handle the truth either.

https://waronguns.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-jack-nicholson-and-i-approved-this.html

Then there was the time he went “clubbing”:

And how about Jack Nicholson, who added his name to the list? To borrow a line from “A Few Good Men,” hey, Jack, do you want the truth? You can’t handle the truth. Because the truth is, an out-of-control berserker bashing in someone’s windshield with a golf club over a traffic dispute deserves to be repelled. With a gun, if necessary.

https://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/february-8/jack-nicholson-smashes-windshield-in-episode-of-road-rage

Yeppers, couldn’t possibly agree more, David.

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Bodacious!

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The Sidney Sweeney saga continues, and it’s BEAUTIFUL, man!

for anyone gen X or older and many who are younger, the sydney sweeney jeans ad is an obvious icon, a cultivated callback to a genre that once was, the latest modern take on a corbusier chaise lounge or an homage to 1950’s sport shirts. it looks like 1,000 other things you saw your whole life, a piece of classic americana once as common as summer sunshine and about as objectionable.

on its overt level, this branding makes deep sense as jeans styles are changing, moving from the stretch-fit skinny jeans paradigm of the last 15 years back to a looser and baggy 80’s and 90’s low-rise style. it’s all of a piece: a throwback ad style to foreground a throwback clothing style. it caught the zeitgeist. it’s clever, stylish, sexy, and strong. she’s an attractive woman doing cool stuff in a cool stuff in a cool way. sweeny looks like a bad ass, the car is epic, and this triggers appeal to women and men alike. you want to go to there.

so why has the internet and the aggrievement industrial complex of media babble-heads exploded into such a lockstep tizzy over an ad that would have been utterly unremarkable during most of living memory?

El Gato goes on to expound on more than one of said reasons, all of which are perfectly plausible. But for my money, it really all boils down to just one crucial element: The Wokester Left—never among the most stable of us to begin with, either psychologically or emotionally—has now gone officially, certifiably, irretrievably, pathologically bugfuck NUTS. The slavering moonbats have lost contact with rationality and/or reality altogether and aren’t gonna be coming back anytime soon, assuming they ever come back at all.

Put another way, the loony Left’s visceral hatred for Mighty Whitey, physical comeliness, mainstream opinion, and a refusal to evince proper contrition—ie, to hang one’s head apologetically, as is only meet and just, for the abominable H888Crime!™ of being young, White, good-looking, independent-minded, and wildly popular with Normal Americans—has finally driven the poor dears clean around the bend and into the ditch.

Add to these egregious offenses the fact that Our Sydney remains defiant and unflappable under a heavy (and intensifying) barrage of Wokester vitriol, obloquy, and unhinged threats. Most maddening of all: she’s female but is in no wise the Wokester-approved flavor of Toxic Feminazi, nor does she show the slightest inclination to sign on. Really, it couldn’t be more obvious as to why the whackadoos loathe her so frenetically, yet can’t quite seem to quit her even so.

Remember back when Rush used to boast about “living in Liberal heads rent free?” He might’ve written the book on the idea, but Sweeney has taken it farther than even Rush himself ever imagined going. You just gotta love the girl for that, if for nothing else. Back over to El Gato for the happy ending, unexpected as it was until it landed in our laps.

the vestigial remnants of the cancel culture mob were all out in force demanding boycotts and censorship and playing that favorite role of theater kids everywhere: the victim.

but a funny thing happened on the way to the struggle session:

nobody cared.

academia roused itself to towering rage.

yawn.

newspapers manufactured outrage at printing press scale.

yawn. snork.

the internet exploded in outpourings of tearful anxiety projection and attempted villification.

and the jeans sold out in record time.

you cannot just tell people, “this is normal,” “obesity is healthy,” or “if a man (or a woman) will not date a woman because she has a penis, that’s transphobic” (people really claim this by the way and disagreeing with it has been treated as hate speech) and expect to be believed or to become a cultural touchstone.

and people are exhausted by it, desperate to return to a different time and a set of standards more in line with their lived (and biological) experience and preferences.

it’s about power.

they experience the empowerment of a woman like sydney as an assault on them because they see power as a zero sum game.

but so intense is this will to power that it cannot be admitted, least of all to themselves.

they are absolutely sincere to the point of non-interrogatable delusion on this topic.

it’s grinding them to dust because none of this works anymore.

the magic words have lost their power. yell “racist! sexist! structural oppressor!” until you sprain your tonsils.

outside of your ever-shrinking always on rage tribe, no one cares.

As I always say, couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of assholes. Didn’t happen a moment too soon, either. A few paragraphs along, El Gato throws us a helpful compare/contrast bone:

CORRECTION: I wuz wrong just then; sorry, everyone. There’s no comparison to be made here, the two specimens depicted above are about as dissimilar as dissimilar gets. They are unrelated; exact opposites; light years apart; as different as chalk and cheese. They clash worse’n a brown shirt with a blue suit. Please allow me to atone for my error with another shot of Ms Sweeney’s astounding fun bags.

I repeat: YOWZA!!!! A bit blurry and out of focus, sure, but unless my eyes deceive me I do believe an enticing half-moon of undraped right nipple can be descried in the above screencap.

Careful fellas; human saliva can wreck your keyboard should excessive quantities of it be drooled thereon.

Poised, indomitable, intelligent, fiercely confident—all these qualities and more come together to make Sidney Sweeney the Platonic ideal of what legendary ‘rassler Lex Luger meant when he decided to call himself The Total Package. Throw in that 1) she’s also a well-trained, skilled shooter, and 2) she’s an avid vintage-car enthusiast, restorer, and diehard Ford gal who enjoys nothing more than getting her hands greasy wrenching on her own prized 65 Mustang, first and foremost among other FoMoCo models, namely her grandpappy’s old F100 pick-em-up in which she learned to drive as a youngster (and that she still owns) and her 69 Bronco, for openers. She even co-designed a Mustang GT limited edition model for the Blue Oval boys to boot. Background:

Sydney Sweeney’s love for cars is deeply rooted in her family background and personal experiences. Growing up in a small town near Spokane, Washington, surrounded by mechanics, she developed a genuine passion for classic vehicles early on. This passion was not just a phase, it is a family legacy. While the world knows her for powerful performances on screen, off-screen, she is just as comfortable under the hood, restoring classic cars and proudly sharing her projects. One vehicle in particular has been generating buzz, a certain Mustang. But is it the iconic GT350?

Sydney Sweeney does not own a Mustang GT350. While she is prominently featured driving a GT350 in the recent American Eagle ad campaign, her actual Mustang ownership is different. Sweeney’s love for cars and vintage models does come from her bloodline. In a small town near Spokane, Washington, she first learned to drive on her grandfather’s F-100 farm truck, a vehicle she still owns today. During the pandemic, she purchased an original 1969 Bronco that required extensive restoration.

Sydney Sweeney owns a classic 1965 Ford Mustang, which she has lovingly nicknamed Britney. This vintage Mustang is bright blue and has been the subject of her restoration projects shared on social media. Sweeney’s hands-on work and deep personal connection to her 1965 Mustang have inspired some of her automotive collaborations, including the custom 2024 Mustang GT she co-designed with Ford, but the only Mustang she personally owns and cherishes is her 1965 model.

To celebrate the Mustang’s 60th anniversary, Ford is building two custom Mustangs inspired by Sydney Sweeney’s Brittany Blue 1965 model—one for Sweeney, one for a contest winner. These cars feature a Robin’s Egg Blue exterior with a crushed glass clear coat, 20-inch chrome rims, Sweeney’s signature on the engine, and the Ford x Sydney Sweeney heart bolt emblem throughout the design.

Aiiight, I just can’t restrain myself: boyohboyohboyohboy, WHAT A WOMAN!! “Total Package”? Pish-tosh; doesn’t do her justice, not even close. Although I can’t honestly say I ever had such thoughts before right this very minute, saucy, sexy, succulent Sidney makes me wish I was about thirty years younger; way better looking; fit and healthy; independently wealthy; and lived half a block down from her crib. If I woke up to find all this had somehow come to pass, I’d run the shoes off my feet and my feet down to bloody nubs chasing after her fine self. I ain’t too proud to admit it, neither.

Run em down run em down run em ALLLLLL down

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Even when I was just a wee tyke, I understood that if you played in the street, you were liable to get run over. Apparently, that’s just too darn complex a cause-effect relationship for Woke Supergenii to figure out on their own.

There is, I think, among many, a weariness of seeing escalating levels of fucking about with too little of the customary finding out.

The activists’ power lies in an assumption that their victims will not risk injuring their assailants.

But to insist that the victims should remain trapped, inert, and at the mercy of their aggressors, indefinitely, and while risking greater danger to themselves or their property, does not strike me as a morally persuasive position. And note that the activists typically rush from all sides, rapidly surrounding the car and its occupants, intensifying the alarm, the likelihood of panic, and drastically reducing the driver’s options. This is not accidental.

There’s an implied dare. The game being, “You won’t do what’s needed, despite our alarming and menacing behaviour, because you’re nicer than us, less vain, and not unhinged, and so we can dominate you and terrorise you, and break your stuff, for as long as we want, for shits and giggles.”

Well. I would suggest that the activists’ own actions render their wellbeing of very low importance.

“Low?” Howzabout NO, David? Better still, none whatsoever, at least as far as I’m concerned.

Gangs of cowardly, violent Leftard bully-boys charging up from behind the dumpster they’d been hiding behind, encircliog some innocent motorist whose only wish was to get back home from work without incident—the mob threatening their victim, beating on his car, kicking dents in its body panels and/or hood, wrecking the paint job with keys, pocket knives, or other metal objects, rocking the car furiously on its suspension just as a psyop intended to terrorize their horrified prey, etc. of right ought to be mown down by the blameless drivers they’re assaulting. For the life of me, I really can’t understand why a lot more of these rectal polyps weren’t put in the hospital (or the morgue) long ago, back when the Left’s War on Western Civ first began. We very much need to do our utmost to get those disappointing casualty numbers up to where they should be.

What the actual fuck is up with all this, anyway? There you are, locked in your car snug as a bug in a rug—safe, sound, and totally secure inside a 2-ton metal enclosure which is perfectly capable of racing away from this confederacy of dunces under its own steam, anytime you feel like applying pressure to the accelerator pedal under your right foot. In fact, that is precisely what the car was designed to do, the reason for its very existence.

As for the aforementioned confederacy of dunces, either they have at least the bare minimum of intelligence required for them to comprehend that, once the car is under way, the “protest” is o-v-e-r OVER, and he/she/xhir/it really needs to get out of the street and well clear of said moving vehicle, or they do not. If he/she/xhir/it elects NOT to move his/her/xhir/its stupid ass out of the way, then our cognitively-challenged Leftards really shouldn’t find it too upsetting  when their stupidity results, as it inevitably must, in their being flattened and/or becoming entangled in the car’s undercarriage and dragged down the street a ways, sustaining numerous painful injuries including but not limited to:

  • Road rash over most of human hood ornament’s body
  • Cracked ribs, flailed ribcage, punctured/deflated lungs
  • Fractured skull, brain swelling
  • Broken arms, collarbone, hip(s), and/or legs
  • Miscellaneous bruises, contusions, lacerations, and asphalt burns

It’s as David says: the activists count on the assumption that the victims of their feral brigandry will never strike back against their assailants. That assumption badly needs to be, absolutely MUST be, radically altered so it can better align itself with a more balanced, equitable, mutually respectful social compact which is bound to emerge from the current disorder, irremediable enmity, and systemic dysfunction. Likewise, childish tantrums evincing a total absence of self-discipline, self-control, and mature, reflective self-assessment; low/no regard for the rights of others; near-pathological narcissism; a boundless, ungoverned self-indulgence which the afflicted Wokester believes himself/herself/xhirself/tself to be not just entitled to, but altogether deserving of—bestowed on him by natural right, as integral a part of who and what he is as are his blonde hair, lanky frame, and blue eyes; no more than is due and proper for such a wonderfully superior, elevated human being as he/she/xhir/it so obviously is;

Right straight to Hell with just sitting passively in the car, hoping against hope that the approaching Wokester jackal-pack will decide to just go away and leave you be, without any real harm done to either your person or your ride. You know as well as I do that that is NOT going to be the way this scenario shakes out. Keep in mind, too, that it isn’t just a car you’re sitting in; it’s also a weapon, and a damned effective one when deployed properly, by someone who has no intention of just rolling over and playing dead for a passel of spoiled, snotnosed little toerags who couldn’t punch their way out of a wet paper bag without bursting into tears at the sheer horror of such brutal violence—which is to say, someone who is a flinty, gimlet-eyed realist that, although he likes people generally and is therefore viscerally appalled at the prospect of inflicting grievous bodily injury on his fellow man as long as he himself is treated with the respect, restraint, and friendly, affable charm far more typical of him. Even so, if these refugees from Coney Island’s infamous Freak Show really do want to throw down, he’s perfectly prepared to get all in amongst ‘em himself, and this is a man who plays strictly to win.

So why the actual fuck would any self-respecting American man let a mincing assortment of chickenshit pussies, scrawny, slope-shouldered gamer-geeks, and fat, repulsive broads sporting third-degree friction burns on her legs caused by the way her inner thighs rub together as she waddles along have their way with him, anyway? They started the shit, time for us to finish it. Don’t just sit there like an inert lump, go proactive: put the pedal to the metal, point those shiny chrome grill teeth at dead-center of the closest-packed cluster of giggling oxygen thieves, and bring some REAL pain down on those empty heads. Teach ‘em a lesson they won’t easily forget. The sooner Normals stop putting up with Lefty’s shit, the sooner there won’t be any more shit for us to put up with.

Of Pride and covenants

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GREAT story here. Almost makes me want to start watching Major League Baseball again…almost.

Dodger Great Clayton Kershaw Makes Quiet Statement About Pride Night, Leftist Heads Explode
Friday the 13th was Pride Night at Dodger Stadium; unfortunately, like other major league baseball teams, the Dodgers have so far neglected to announce when Anger Night, Lust Night, and Envy Night will be. On Pride Night, however, everyone — players as well as fans — is expected to join in the gay (in the old sense as well as the new) celebrations of sexual deviance, perversion, and obsession, trans madness, and all that comes with all those things. This being one of the foremost feast days on the calendar of the leftist religion, dissidents, of course, will not be tolerated, as Dodger great Clayton Kershaw is finding out.

Kershaw didn’t pitch in Friday’s game, but he drew a considerable notice anyway. The Dodgers were requiring their players to wear special caps on which the team’s “LA” logo was rendered in rainbow colors, and Kershaw obliged. He did, however, mount a quiet protest of his own, wearing a rainbow-LA cap on which was written “GEN 9:12-16.”

That, of course, is the verse in which God makes his pledge to not just Mankind but all the world, promising that never again would He send His flood waters over the Earth, thereby exterminating every living thing on it. The rainbow is the symbiol of said covenant, to wit:

And God said, “This is the sign of the covenant I am making between me and you and every living creature with you, a covenant for all generations to come: I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth. Whenever I bring clouds over the earth and the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will remember my covenant between me and you and all living creatures of every kind. Never again will the waters become a flood to destroy all life. Whenever the rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth.”

Naturally, once they’d been informed of what the rainbow logo on Kershaw’s cap signified, the Left reacted exactly as coolly, tolerantly, and rationally as one would expect of them.

In context, this was God pledging to be merciful, and to spare sinful humanity rather than destroying it again, as He did with Noah’s flood. But even a reminder of God’s mercy is enough to set the haters of God into a frenzy, and this time, Kershaw was the target. One X user wrote succinctly: “Clayton Kershaw is a f**king LOSER.”

Without a trace of irony, another X user wrote: “Clayton Kershaw will always be a Dodger great, but it’s things like this that make him a lot less likable. Just wear the hat. Be a tolerant Christian and accept that there are others who believe differently than you.”

Um. Would someone kindly point out to me just where exactly Kershaw uttered Word One stating—nay, even so much as hinting—that he felt otherwise? ‘Cause I’m having trouble locating that bit here. Then again, my search-engine Web Fu ain’t what it used to be, I do confess it.

In the left’s universe, tolerance is a virtue that Christians are required to demonstrate whenever the left wants to force its agenda upon the unconverted and unwilling. It is never, ever a virtue that leftists must display toward Christians.

Imagine, by way of example, a vastly different American culture, in which the Dodgers celebrated “Christian night,” and all the players were required to wear caps featuring little crosses above the LA logo. And imagine if a Muslim player on the team wrote “AN-NISA 157” on his cap, referring to the Qur’an verse that says that Jesus was not crucified or even killed. There is no doubt whatsoever that this dissenting player would immediately become a hero on the left, with Jake Tapper and Don Lemon and the girls at The View lining up to sing his praises. 

But there’s dissent and there’s dissent. Clayton Kershaw doesn’t belong to the left’s favorite traditional religion; he adheres to the one they hate the most. As such, his dissent is absolutely unacceptable. Will the Dodgers discipline him, or at least apologize for his little display? Don’t be surprised.

Nope. The real surprise would be if the Dodgers’ high corporate muckety-mucks didn’t tear him a new asshole for this clear and obvious Hate Crime, and instead decided to back Kershaw’s right to freedom of expression and relligious belief to the hilt. I won’t be holding my breath waiting for it, and neither should you.

Let’s get this party STARTED, people!

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Bet none of y’all had “kicks off for reals in formerly mellow, laid-back El Lay, duuuude, sparked by illegal-alien cuddling shitlibs violently turning on certain FederalGovCo departments and/or agencies for simply doing their jobs and nothing more” on your Civil War v2.0 bingo card, now didja?

Many Americans express bewilderment to me as to why even the soi-disant Euro-pussies would surrender their homelands to barbarians without a shot being fired. Fair point – except that the pilot programme for this unprecedented civilisational suicide was an American jurisdiction, and once one of the most glittering in the Union. Among forty-nine other states, it was the Golden State; it fired the imaginations not just of Americans but of much of the planet: California, here I come! Won’t you get hip to this timely tip? I left my heart in San Francisco…

Really? If you did, it’ll be sitting in a pile of fecal matter. Even as it happened, the loss of California was not much analysed: The Democrats preferred to take their victory sotto voce, while Republicans were still bleating about “Ronald Reagan’s California”, as if it had not joined the Lost City of Atlantis on the bottom of the seabed. Orange County, said Mr Reagan, is where “all good Republicans go to die”.

Almost right. It’s where the Republican Party went to die. In 1990 the OC was still two-thirds white; now it’s a third, or the same as the Hispanic population. And yet the GOP remains mystified why one of the most Republican strongholds in the country is now just another Democrat county. California has more electoral votes than any other state. Across the country, in another vote-rich state, New York City is now forty per cent immigrant.

In the end, it’s all demography. Yesterday, I quoted from an old column of mine from the immediate aftermath of the 2012 election. But I thought the whole thing could use a replay – because demography killed California, and demographic transformation is not a natural phenomenon.

Did someone mention NYC just now? Why yes, I believe someone did at that.

NYPD vehicles torched in suspected arson attack as cops find undetonated explosive devices nearby
Arsonists torched at least 11 NYPD vehicles in a targeted attack in a Brooklyn parking lot early Thursday — with undetonated explosive devices also found after two masked suspects were seen running away, police and sources said.

Police and FDNY responded to a report of multiple vehicles ablaze at a lot in Bushwick at the intersection of Central and DeKalb avenues — just a block from the 83rd Precinct station house — around 1:30 a.m. Thursday.

Mayor Eric Adams said at an unrelated press conference that 11 vehicles were damaged and 14 were impacted. No injuries were reported.

The NYPD did not immediately give a suspected motive for the attack, however a flyer taped to a wall directly across from the police station accuses officers of the 83rd precinct of breaking up Puerto Rican Day festivities on Sunday night, injuring revelers.

The fliers called for resistance against the police, and tied in the anti-ICE and protests have spread from Los Angeles to New York City and global anti-Israel protests.

“Now is the time for unified, disciplined action — from Palestine to Puerto Rico to Los Angeles, the struggle for freedom continues,” the flier read.

The above-cited reports of outbreaks of organized, coordinated shitlib violence from sea to shining sea are purely coincidental and entirely unrelated, I’m sure.

This land is THEIR land update! So what’s really going on here, you might well ask? Oh, lots. Lots, and lots, and lots, and LOTS.


1830, is it, muchacho? Having to reach kinda far back to make your point, seems to me. Which usually indicates that the point you’re trying to make is not a very good one. To wit:

How US got California, other states from Mexico for $15 million in 1848
The flag of Mexico has become ubiquitous on the streets of America as a protest symbol against Donald Trump and his government’s immigration policies. Which makes sense given that many people in Texas and California have Mexican ancestry. Let’s take a look at when the US purchased California and half of Mexico’s territory in 1848 got California, other states from Mexico for $15 million in 1848

The protests in Los Angeles, a response to the immigration policies of the Trump administration, continue to rage.

Though US President Donald Trump has sent thousands of National Guard troops as well as hundreds of marines, the demonstrators seem to be undeterred.

But how did it all come about? Let us take a closer look.

It all kicked off way back in the 1840s.

Tensions between the two countries had been growing for years.

On the one side you had the US evangelists of the concept of “manifest destiny” – which preached the superiority and the seemingly divine right of Americans to colonise whatever lands they saw fit on the continent – and on the other you had a wary Mexico.

In the meantime hostilities had nearly broken out between the two countries after the US Navy in 1942 – wrongly believing that war had broken out – seized Monterey in California.

While Monterey was immediately returned, it was a harbinger of things to come.

In 1845, outgoing President John Tyler annexed Texas as his final act in the US’ highest office.

By then, Mexico had severed diplomatic relations with the United States.

Polk began with diplomacy – he initially attempted to buy California, New Mexico and land near Texas for $30 million.

In November 1845, he even sent US diplomat John Slidell to open negotiations with Mexico.

However, Slidell was soundly rebuffed – the Mexican government refused to even see him.

But Polk was prepared– he had already sent US Army commander Zachary Taylor to occupy disputed land.

When Mexican troops fired on Taylor and his forces, Polk had the pretext he needed.

Polk immediately moved Congress for a declaration of war against America’s neighbour.

The Mexican-American War would end (with) the US comprehensively defeating its neighbour.

American armies led by General Zachary Taylor and General Winfield Scott, often outnumbered, would defeat Mexican troops again and again in a series of pitched battles.

The US lost more soldiers to infection and disease than actual battle.

Ulysses S Grant and Robert E Lee, the men who would respectively lead the Union and Confederate armies during the Civil War, received their first taste of real combat in Mexico.

And the rest, as they say, is history…like it or lump it, beaners.

The glancing mention of Grant and Marse Robert above is notable, apt, and historically insructive. By and large, Civil War v1.0 would be fought by two national armies whose officer corps had won their respective spurs in the Mex-Ami rhubarb. With the Federal army, the majority of its field-grade officers would be offered their commissions based almost entirely on their Mexican War reputations, which sometimes had been fairly won and other times…eh, not so much.

In the long run, the relative cakewalk South of the US border ended up serving the US and CSA both quite well as a sort of hands-on, non-classroom OCS/practical training course/advanced tactical studies program for the shattering, murderous conflagration soon to get underway North of the border.

Not again update! Another day, another dumpster-dive for those poor Jarheads.

Marines Deployed To Another Third-World Country Full Of Hostile Foreigners
LOS ANGELES, CA — As has become the standard operating procedure for the military branch over the last half-century, 700 members of the United States Marines found themselves being deployed to yet another third-world country that is full of hostile foreigners.

In this latest deployment to a non-English-speaking wasteland, the Marines were supremely confident that they would be able to handle the marauding hordes of foreign nationals, despite the inhospitable conditions presented by the rubble and destruction of the surroundings.

“Same thing, different day,” said Sergeant Heath Parsons. “We know the drill. We train and prepare until the day when our number is called and we have to report to save the world by traveling to some third-world hell-hole to confront foreign hostiles. We’re used to it at this point.”

Though there had already been some skirmishes in which Marines clashed with the angry natives in the area, the presence of the U.S. Military had already had an impact on the war-torn region. “You can catch little glimpses of what this place used to be like,” said another Marine. “It’s part of our job as Marines, in addition to being prepared to fight, to bring a little bit of hope with us from the United States to show places like this what life can be like under better circumstances.”

Some of the foreigners cautiously welcomed the Marines, while others remained combative when faced with English-speaking Americans.

Well, it’s just that, out in the “press 2 for English” sectors of the FUSA, they run across so vanishingly few of the darn things, see. Puts them right out of their reckoning. “Exotic” doesn’t even begin to cover the idea of an American in LA who actually speaks the King’s English.

At publishing time, rumors persisted that the Pentagon was committed to eventually establishing a democracy in the area.

Shhhhyeeeaah, THAT’LL be the day. You’d have a tough time coming up with much more than, oh, eight or ten people—irrespective of ethnicity, nationality, income (if any) and/or educational level, citizenship status, gender, sexual orientation, etc etc who’d be willing to admit harboring even a passing interest in that ”democracy/liberty/prosperity” horsepuckey at this late date, I‘d guess. Well, except for the areas within, say, five-ten minutes’ walk of Ft Irwin, Camp Pendleton, Coronado, Miramar, Seal Beach, and El Centro, perhaps—haven’t been out to any of those places in a long while, but I can’t imagine that the old-time religion of abiding love of country, strong sense of duty and honor, the legacy of traditions and beliefs faithfully passed down from our Forefathers from generation to generation have all just quietly passed not just from existence but even from the memories of our young soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines. No way.

Then again, though, throw San Fransicko, San Berdoo, Compton, and Oakland into the mix with LA and it would probably be more than enough to tip the scales well back into Team Stalin territory and away from any more of that “democracy” nonsense for good.

Let’s not even go into the impact on this “democracy” discussion Cullyfornia’s military airfields; training bases; rifle, AGM, aerial bombing, and artillery ranges, as well as not-quite-as-venerable but every bit as proud, honorable installations such as Fort St George of Fentanyl, Camp Jordan Neely, and NAS “Bathhouse” Barry Soetero are likely to bring to bear when all’s said and done, ‘kay?

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But still no cigar, Snakehead.

‘Turns People Off’: James Carville Suggests It’s Time For Far-Left Dems To Show Themselves The Door
Democratic strategist James Carville suggested in a Tuesday video that far-left individuals should formally break away from the Democratic Party.

Among Democrats and Democratic-leaning independents, 45% would prefer the Democratic Party become “more moderate,” according to Gallup polling published in February. Carville, in a Politicon video, argued that far-left elements are hurting the party’s appeal and proposed “a schism” as a possible solution.

“The only thing I’d ask is just don’t use the word ‘Democratic’ in any title that you have, because most Democrats that I know that are running for office don’t want your name, don’t want you to be part of the deal,” Carville said. “Yeah, sure, they would be glad to take your votes. Who wouldn’t? Everybody wants to get as many votes as they can. Maybe you come up with your own name.”

Sorry to have to remind you, James ol’ buddy ol’ pal, but the stubborn fact is that 45% is NOT a majority—not even close, really—and I strongly suspect that this minority dwindles further each and every day. Maybe it’s actually YOU who needs to consider ditching your misbegotten criminal organization masquerading as a political party and try something new.

(Via Ace)

Shocker: DOG BITES MAN!!!

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FBI proclaims itself “baffled” as to motive, says “we’ll probably never know for sure.”

Speak for yourselves, asstards.

New Details Emerge About the Arsonist Who Attacked Pennsylvania Gov. Shapiro
So when Pennsylvania’s governor’s mansion was torched on the first night of Passover, only an ostrich spelunking in sand would discount antisemitism. The connection was just too freaking obvious!

Reality, alas, has a sneaky way of upsetting false narratives.

Earlier this morning, the story broke: “Pa. Gov. Shapiro was targeted for ‘what he wants to do to Palestinian people’”:

The suspect in the arson attack at the Governor’s Residence targeted Josh Shapiro due to his perceived stance on Palestine, according to a search warrant obtained by PennLive.

The suspect, Cody Balmer, called 911 following the attack early Sunday, identified himself by name and told operators Shapiro needs to know he “…will not take part in his plans for what he wants to do to the Palestinian people,” the search warrant written by police said.

Balmer continued, saying he needed to “stop having my friends killed” and that “…our people have been put through too much by that monster,” according to the warrant, which says Balmer’s intonation and cadence sounded like he was possibly reading from a script.

And who is the man who attacked the governor? Here’s another headline: “Accused Shapiro Attacker Is Self-Described “Socialist,” Fits Pattern of Political Violence”:

Balmer has a troubled past, and his social media history suggests he considers himself both an anarchist and a registered Socialist. His criminal record includes past charges of simple assault and forgery. In one bizarre post, he depicts himself wearing goggles, breathing fire and claiming that former President Joe Biden owes him $2,000.

According to his mother, Balmer suffers from schizophrenia and bipolar disorder and had stopped taking his medications prior to his attack on the Shapiro residence.

So that’s the real story: An unstable wackaloon was radicalized by the anti-Israel, pro-Hamas propaganda that the left proudly promotes, went off his meds, and tried to murder a prominent Jewish politician.

A rabid, violence-drunk, “Palestine” obsessed, Leftard Jew-hater—gee, didn’t see THAT coming.

Look, you can hate on (((***DemJooJooJooJOOOOZ!!!***))) all you like for all me; I’ve made my own position clear, it’s no skin off my nose one way or the other. But when you start heaving homemade Molotovs at people’s homes, trashing people’s expensive autos, threatening students/taking over college campuses, and vandalizing/burning legitimate businesses which have nothing whatever to do with said obsession, then you put yourself on the fightin’ side of me, bub.

Another day, another violent-Left assassitard

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It seems the Leftist mind-virus is spreading out of control.

Another Trump Assassination Plot Foiled, but There’s a Bizarre Twist to This One
The left has become so consumed by its hatred of Donald Trump that it no longer seems capable of distinguishing right from wrong.

What, you think they ever were?

As chilling as this is, on Friday, we found out just how real the problem is. A man has been charged with making threats to assassinate President Trump, other U.S. officials, and ICE agents.

And where did they find this latest unhinged character? Butler, Pa., of all places. That’s right, the same town where the first assassination attempt on Trump took place.

Shawn Monper, a 32-year-old Butler resident who went by the charming username “Mr Satan” online, spent months posting explicit threats and detailing his preparations for violence.

Obviously not content with just threatening the president, Monper also set his sights on law enforcement.

“ICE are terrorist people, we need to start killing them,” he posted in March, followed by threats to open fire on ICE agents.

Attorney General Pamela Bondi praised law enforcement’s swift action, stating, “I want to applaud the outstanding and courageous investigative work of the FBI and the Butler Township Police Department, who thankfully identified and apprehended this individual before he could carry out his threats against President Trump’s life and the lives of other innocent Americans.”

Monper is currently being held without bail as he awaits preliminary hearings on April 14. Considering the gravity of his threats and the clear signs of premeditation, the justice system needs to send a strong message here: Political violence has no place in this country.

Au contraire, mon frère. Assuming that ever was so (HINT: it wasn’t), it certainly ain’t now. The hateful, insane Left elbowed out a place for political violence here a goodish while back, and they’ve been expanding and reinforcing it ever since.

As for the ironic “coincidence” of this whacko being in Butler, the FBI has probably set up a secluded, top-secret training camp for Trump-killers somewhere in the area by now, complete with barracks; a long-distance shooting range; leisure/entertainment center; mess tent; a medical facility staffed by “corpsemen” experienced in treating combat injuries—basically, everything the aspiring assassin needs to hone his skills to a razor-sharp edge.

Cry, baby, cry

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Your feel-good story of the week month year decade.

Man Who Allegedly Threatened ICE Agents Just Moved Into the ‘Find Out’ Part of the Story
Robert King, 35, was arrested on April 2 for allegedly making threats against ICE agents.

According to the complaint, King said that if he saw ICE agents in his neighborhood he would be “opening fire,” calling them a “secret police force with no real legal authority” and threatening, “Kill them.” He then allegedly went further, “Just wanna double down on what I said the other day: if ICE comes to your neighborhood, f—— shoot them and kill them. No mercy for the Gestapo.”

But he’s in that “find out” stage, now that he’s facing justice.

Last week, King was charged with transmitting interstate threats in federal court. Then on Wednesday, he was ordered held in detention by a judge in Dallas. Judge Renee Toliver decided he was a “flight risk and a risk to the community.”

As our sister site Twitchy reported, Fox’s Bill Melugin said King left the courtroom crying. 

The Texas man who allegedly threatened to shoot & kill ICE agents & urged his followers to do the same left a federal courtroom crying today after he was ordered held in detention, with the magistrate determining he is a threat and a flight risk, according to our @FoxNews team in the room.

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. You gotta love it when folks find out that bad actions might just have bad results. Gee, I wonder who called in the tip on him? But it shows that the FBI now too is paying attention to such tips. I’m thinking Mr. King is not feeling so tough anymore. Being a keyboard warrior and spewing nonsense on the internet is a little different when it comes back to bite you.

It’s easy in the “fool around” time, but the “find out” will come for them, and they’re not going to enjoy it.

We can but hope. According to the article, Crybaby King now faces “up to five years in prison” for his crimes, which to my way of thinking ain’t NEARLY enough. Lock him up, throw away the key, let him enjoy getting butt-raped in the prison showers for the rest of his natural born life—now that’s what I’d call Justice being served up piping hot to this Insane Left creep.

Lest anybody be kidding him- or herself, there are millions upon millions more just like him out there. Robert King is not some fringe character, a tiny minority lurking within the more-reasonable majority, whose daylight barking madness can be blithely dismissed as no big deal, really. The threats puked forth by King and his abominable ilk are not “just jokes,” nor are they intended as hyperbole, overstatement, or exaggeration for effect. Not by a long yard. They are real; they are serious; they should be taken literally, word for word.

Baglappers such as King call ICE “the Gestapo” not to provoke, shock, or offend, but because it’s what they deeply, sincerely believe. It’s all of a piece with calling Trump and/or Elon “literally Hitler,” see. In so doing, such crackpots transmogrify murdering those (re)incarnate Nazis from just another random, empty threat into the solemn obligation of every decent, caring hooman bean. As a bonus, this warped thinking also promotes King and his type from bargain-basement bugmen who, for the benefit of society at large, of right ought to be thrown into Chokey or the booby-hatch for the duration into insightful, courageous, selfless heroes whose chief concern is not with the intricacies of their own delusions but protecting their less-perceptive fellow men from a deadly, ravenous Evil bent on preying upon them all.

A lone nutjob, an anomaly, a way-out looney-tooney crank? Not on your life, pal; the D卐M☭CRAT Party, the blighted urban hellscapes, academia, practically all other shitlib-overrun institutions and enclaves are brimming o’er with Robert Kings. Make no mistake, folks: this weepy cunt is NOT the exception, he is the rule. As is often (and accurately) said of Moslems, so it is with these violent, implacable Leftards: Radical Leftists want to kill you. “Moderate” Leftists want the radical Leftists to kill you. Very simple, very easy—that’s really all there is to it. Disport yourselves accordingly, then. Which is to say: keep your powder dry, your magazines loaded, your head on a swivel, and your battle-rifle within easy reach at all times, every minute of your day, 24-7-365.

Some of us long since realized that the Madhouse Left desperately craves a Civil War v2.0, and that they’ll keep right on pushing and pushing until they’ve finally gotten themselves one. Consequently, what we have before us now is the proverbial binary solution set: one side must win, one side must lose. So let’s make damned good and sure we win, mmmkay? The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about.

Meanwhile, sure, let’s point, laugh at, and make mock of the pussified nancyboy King and his record-time collapse from big-talking blowhard into teary-eyed twatwaffle, just as loud and as long as we want. By the same token, though, we must diligently maintain focus on what’s really happening here, what’s coming at us just around the bend at breakneck speed. We fail to do so, even momentarily, at our gravest imaginable peril.

Update! Think I’m guilty of overstating the case myself, do ya? Better think again, bub.

SURVEY: 55% Of Self-Identified Leftists Say Killing Trump Is Justifiable
The unhinged left, fueled by Trump Derangement Syndrome and seething hatred for Elon Musk, is trending more violent, according to a new study that finds political violence targeting President Donald Trump and his billionaire adviser is “becoming increasingly normalized.”

The report, produced by the Network of Contagion Research Institute (NCRI) in partnership with Rutgers University’s Social Perception Lab, finds a broader “assassination culture” appears to be “emerging within segments of the U.S. public on the extreme left, with expanding targets now including figures such as Donald Trump.” 

Less than a year after assassination attempts on then-presidential candidate Trump and the literally explosive violence against Musk’s Tesla electric vehicles, it’s no secret that leftists are ratcheting up violent rhetoric and actions. The more troubling trend is that an “assassination culture” isn’t just coming from the “fringe” left. 

“These attitudes are not fringe — they reflect an emergent assassination culture, grounded in far-left authoritarianism and increasingly normalized in digital discourse,” states the report, titled, “Assassination Culture: How Burning Teslas and Killing Billionaires Became a Meme Aesthetic for Political Violence.”

It only gets worse from there, I’m afraid. In the irreconcilably divided, 49-51 nation that is Amerika v2.0 at present, 55% is a clear enough majority in anybody’s book. “A house divided against itself cannot stand”—unfortunately for all of us, looks like we’ll be finding out whether or not Honest Abe had the right of it on that score, and probably sooner than most of us would prefer.

You say you want a revolution, well…

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The D卐M☭CRAT criminal terrorist organization masquerading as a political party is escalating their campaign to overthrow the duly and legitimately-elected President of the US and his increasingly-beleaugered administration. Again, I mean.

Jayapal: We’re Training Americans to Take Down Potential Trump Dictatorship
Representative Pramila Jayapal (D-WA) said Monday on MSNBC’s “The Rachel Maddow Show” that she was training Americans to help take down a potential “dictatorship” of President Donald Trump.

At her resistance lab training, Jayapal said, “It appears that the Trump administration is willing to ignore judicial decisions and so that brings us to you in this room. It brings us to the people that is really, the bulwark, the wall against the crumbling of democracy.”

Maddow said, “Help me understand this idea of the resistance lab and what you’re talking about in practical terms at these events.”

Jayapal said, “Yeah I mean, what we decided is that we really need to help Americans understand what happens when democracies fall when dictators take over. We’ve been pretty complacent in America. We haven’t had to really deal with this in any real way. And now I think people need to understand what are the lessons from other countries and working with experts who have studied democratic backsliding in countries around the world and the resistance movements that emerged to take on that democratic backsliding.”

Kill them. Kill them all, behead the corpses, salt the earth on which they stood, then nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure. Via Sefton, who adds:

The gall of these filthy degenerates to dare utter the word “democracy” makes me retch. I’d like to know what’s cooking in these labs of hers. I will assume Molotov cocktails and pipe bombs.

Y’all know my own personal belief: fight fire with more, bigger, hotter fire. We sit back and flap our yaps about how we have all the guns, while The Enemy prepares for actual, all-out war against us. As Matt Bracken always says, if you think it’s time to start burying your guns, it’s probably time to start digging them up instead.

Poetic justice, served up PIPING HOT

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Dumb, mouthy, belligerent bint harangues fellow straphanger for criminally-aggravated wearing of a MAGA hat in a public place, gets hers.

Woman whose MAGA hat meltdown, subway wipeout went viral is an ‘extremely liberal’ luxury-brand specialist
The woman who received “instant karma” after berating a President Trump supporter on the subway — and then face-planting on the platform after trying to grab his “Make America Great Again” hat — is an increasingly “agitated” creative director for several luxury brands, The Post has learned.

Alberta Testanero, a 55-year-old dual Italian-American citizen, went viral for the caught-on-video incident on the 6 train in Midtown last week after branding the MAGA fan “uneducated” and a “racist.”

Testanero has gone off the deep end when it comes to politics, a former colleague claimed.

“She and I stopped being friends a while ago, as she became extremely liberal and very agitated,” the one-time coworker told The Post.

A freelance creative director and branding specialist who has worked with posh outfits like Tiffany & Co., Coach, Bergdorf Goodman and Kate Spade, Testanero prides herself on “maintaining the highest standards,” according to her online profiles.

“An experienced team leader, I have a keen understanding of the relationship between corporate strategy and creative vision,” the Murray Hill resident and Fashion Institute of Technology alum boasts on her LinkedIn. “No matter how large or small, I approach every project with enthusiasm always furthering brand vision and maintaining the highest standards.”

On a Facebook account apparently belonging to Testanero, she shared a family photo of the Obamas and a bizarre image of “Joe” and “Barack” friendship bracelets.

The lefty art designer publicly called out the MAGA fan, wagging her finger in his face while aboard a northbound train around 11:30 p.m., according to a video that has since racked up more than 5 million views.

The vid is all kinds of wonderful; tragically, it’s on Instagram, and I can’t for the life of me figure out how to embed the durn thing here. Best I can do, it seems, is to provide a link to it (a bigger, better, more beautymous version is included with the NYPost article, along with several other extremely edifying photos as well) and hereby urge all y’all to hie thyselves thither and enjoy watching this fugly, obnoxious bimbelina get her just deserts again, and again, and again, and again. Trust me, folks, you’ll be mighty glad you did.

“VERY bad people” redux

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Anybody wanna try explaining to me how this does NOT constitute actual, literal terrorism? Or at the very least incitement to terrorist acts?

Quick Hit:
A website called “Dogequest” has reportedly published the personal details of Tesla owners nationwide, exposing names, addresses, and phone numbers on an interactive map. The site, which appears to be targeting Tesla drivers due to CEO Elon Musk’s ties with the Trump administration, also features a Molotov cocktail as a cursor. The operators claim they will only remove personal information if the individual provides proof they have sold their Tesla.

Key Details:
The website “Dogequest” reportedly doxes Tesla owners and employees of Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE), listing personal information and Tesla dealership locations.

The site encourages vandalism of Tesla vehicles, stating it supports “creative expressions of protest.”

Recent incidents include vandalism at Tesla dealerships, gunfire attacks in Oregon, and harassment of Cybertruck owners.

Diving Deeper:
The emergence of “Dogequest” comes amid rising hostility toward Tesla owners and dealerships, a trend that has escalated following Elon Musk’s high-profile role in the Trump administration. According to a report, the website exposes the names, addresses, and phone numbers of Tesla drivers across the United States while using a Molotov cocktail cursor—a clear symbol of violent intent.

Beyond targeting individual Tesla owners, the site also reveals locations of Tesla dealerships and supercharger stations. One section of the website appears to endorse vandalism, stating that those looking to attack a Tesla “don’t need a map” to do so. This rhetoric coincides with increasing reports of Tesla-related attacks, including a woman arrested for throwing an incendiary device at a dealership in Loveland, Colorado, and multiple Tesla locations in Oregon being targeted by gunfire.

Round these brazen terrorists up and pack ‘em all off to their palatial new digs in Gitmo, sayeth I. Let me count the ways:

  • They are all violent, lawless, and dangerous
  • By their own actions, they have demonstrated themselves to be a credible, imminent threat to life, limb, property, and civic order
  • They are batshit insane

Our “fellow Americans,” you say? In a pig’s eye. No decent, civilized society can afford to allow thuggish ferals like these to walk around loose, not if it hopes to survive. As such, they of right ought to be rockin’ orange by no later than sunset tomorrow, every last man Jack of ‘em. If Your FBI© cared one iota about, y’know, doing its job (as opposed to harrassing, persecuting, and jailing patriotic Normals), they’d be all over these vicious swine like a pair of Fruit Of The Looms.

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