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“Are Democrats Trying To Start A Civil War?”

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A: Well, maybe, maybe not; can’t say I really know, although all recent evidence strongly suggests that they are. Whatever the case may be, the one thing I know for sure and certain is that, should Civil War v2.0 break out in this country before too very much longer, they won’t be too terribly disquieted by it.

Whenever you delve into the modern history of internal national conflict you’re bound to come across post-crisis accounts from people who said “We never saw it coming…” or “The violence hit us from nowhere…” Generally speaking, these were the people who weren’t paying attention and they just happened to survive by sheer luck.

I think of this dynamic a lot these days. I see a large contingent of American society (perhaps 25% of the population) which has been radicalized or brainwashed beyond all reason or repair. These people (leftists) operate deep within a protective bubble of propaganda and zealotry; they function within a hive mind that does not deviate from the demands of their gatekeepers. They cannot be reasoned with, nor can they be satiated. They lust for power and the suffering of anyone who opposes them.

he question is, can communist subversion be defeated without using “authoritarian” measures? Is a constitutional republic equipped to deal with this kind of threat? When someone wages war on your society internally, is there a way to fight them while being civic minded? Probably not.

What we are witnessing in the US and Europe today is, in every way, a Marxist/Communist insurgency. It’s difficult to determine what stage we are at in this war. We have moved well beyond the stage of propaganda and mob influence into the realm of political violence, with multiple assassination attempts and terror attacks against civilian targets.

The gatekeepers for the woke communist movement are obviously Democrat politicians and media influencers. They have been consistently and actively encouraging mass hysteria and violence. They have used media spin to protect activist groups like Antifa, pretending that such organizations don’t exist. Whenever activists cause harm or death, the media and political leaders immediately move to defend that action as if it was justified.

They have gone so far over the top in their behavior, I have to ask: Are they doing this on purpose to trigger a civil war, or an authoritarian response? Do they really believe they will be able to use national instability as a weapon to get what they want?

This is what Democrat leaders are doing with the mentally ill rabble they have accumulated. They are aiming the naive and unhinged horde at the guts of the country and they are hoping to create enough mayhem that Trump, conservatives, nationalists, all of us get blamed for the uncompromising response that follows.

It’s hard to say what the end result will be, but I’m finding it difficult to see an outcome that doesn’t include considerable conflict and, unfortunately, bloodshed. And, to be frank, most of it is likely to befall the leftist side. For the sake of their own self preservation, I hope they realize they’re only being used to further an agenda, and their gatekeepers don’t actually care what happens to them in the end.

Nope, not in the slightest they don’t. As I keep telling ya, for those blackguards it all comes down to one thing, and one thing alone: POWER.

Is it time to start killing them yet?

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If not, will it ever be? Because I’ve come to seriously, seriously doubt that it ever will, myself.

There’s no reasoning with people like this
In an ideal world, I don’t think we’d all agree on everything, but we could find common ground on some things and at least respect that many we disagree with as still being fundamentally good people.

The problem, as I like to say, is that we don’t live in an ideal world. We live in this one.

And in this world, we have people who cannot seem to grasp that their ideological opponents are real people. We also have people who seem to believe that their own side can do no wrong.

Some of those write for The Atlantic, and folks at The Federalist aren’t letting them get away with it.

The threat of left-wing violence against senior members of the Trump administration is so severe that families with young children are being forced to vacate their homes and live on military bases. According to The Atlantic, they had it coming.

Officials such as top adviser Stephen Miller, Homeland Security Secretary Kristi Noem, Secretary of War Pete Hegseth, Secretary of State Marco Rubio, Army Secretary Dan Driscoll, and an unnamed senior White House official have been forced to live in military housing, far more than in previous administrations, the Atlantic’s Michael Scherer, Missy Ryan, and Ashley Parker noted in a Thursday piece.

The authors have some thoughts about why, facing a dramatic uptick in threats and assassination attempts by leftists against conservatives, these officials might be uprooting from their family homes. The culprit, they declare, is “the nation’s polarization, to which the Trump administration has itself contributed.” Stephen Miller basically invited kooks to show up at his house and terrorize his wife and kids, see, by advocating for an immigration policy that hurts leftists’ feelings. (The irony is lost on The Atlantic writers that the group warning the Millers their kind will “not be tolerated” calls itself Arlington Neighbors United for Humanity.)

Miller, whom leftists like this guy publicly and casually fantasize about murdering, is “known for his inflammatory political rhetoric” and “regularly derides Democrats with inflammatory language,” the authors remind us. He was probably wearing a short skirt, too.

Of course, the military is to blame, too, because the fact that they’ll let key members of the administration live on military bases somehow invalidates the idea that the military defends the nation instead of just one political party.

Never you mind that only one party seems to see their ideological opponents as vermin who can and should be murdered at every opportunity, and will vocally call for their murder at every opportunity.

Never mind that this is the same group of people who believe the best response to disagreement is disenfranchisement of the electorate, forced re-education efforts, and literal concentration camps.

There’s only one way to make this stop, and it assuredly does NOT involve lawsuits, “dialogue,” peevish op-eds, or Voating HARDERER© at them.

From the title of this next one, you might get the idea that resident PJM squish Rick Moran has reached the end of his personal rope and is now ready to say fuck it and get down to serious business. You would be wrong about that.

The Socialists Are on the Rise in the Democratic Party Because They’re Not Dead

Actually, that’s perfectly true and accurate. Just not in the way Moran means it.

Tuesday, New York City will probably elect the very first authentic (as authentic as they can be), unashamed, unabashed socialist to the mayoralty of the second-largest city in the United States.

Urban centers in the United States where Democrats hold a massive registration advantage are susceptible to the siren call of socialism for two reasons. First, when resources are scarce, voting for someone for elective office who will promise the sun, the moon, the stars, and everything in between is a no-brainer. Instinctively, most voters know that what socialists promise is unattainable, but they hope and pray that some of the goodies will fall into their laps anyway.

Second, the wretched educational system in our largest cities guarantees enough low-information voters to elect Karl Marx himself. Voters not understanding the consequences of electing a socialist is how Zohran Mamdani will win the election on Tuesday.

In truth, the most significant advantage this particular socialist holds is that he’s not dead. No, I mean that. Mamdani’s energy is like a tonic to Democrats who not only haven’t had anything to cheer about recently but have been forced to vote for remnants of the 20th-century Democratic Party. Given the ideas of those 20th-century Democrats, they may as well have come from the 19th century.

The Democratic Party is old. The median age for Senate Democrats is 66 years, compared to 64.5 years for Republicans. A 2023 analysis found the average age of the Democratic House leadership was 72.

Their ideas are old. Someone should whisper in Chuck Schumer’s ear that the Great Depression is over and we no longer need the New Deal. The Democrats’ “new ideas” are socialism lite — almost as if Democrats are too cowardly to go full-blown socialist, so they combine the worst of socialism’s controls with the worst of capitalism’s cronyism. The result is Joe Biden, god save us.

Wrong again, boyo. The D卐M☭CRAT devotion to hardcore Marxism isn’t because they’re old, or their ideas are, or they’re out of touch, or they’re stuck in the mid-1930s, or any other such rubbish Nor is it all about standing up for the little guy, speaking for the voiceless, feeding the hungry, housing the homeless, or making life easier for the American working stiff.. For D卐M☭CRATs it’s purely, simply, and exclusively about POWER—seizing it, keeping it, wielding it, and expanding it. Nothing whatsoever else.

Anybody thinking there just HAS to be more to it is hereby urged to extract their head from their butthole, have a good, long look around, and get current already.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How do we end this?

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Sorry, ain’t but one way that happens: we end THEM.

Illinois State University faculty member flips Turning Point USA tables on campus: ‘Jesus did it’

Turning Point USA table on campus this week, viral video shows.

The accused vandal, Derek Lopez, was caught on camera speaking to a man standing near the table — which had been set up by students in the group to promote political YouTuber and comedian Alex Stein’s Oct. 20 event at the university, according to video, local police and various X posts about the ugly incident.

“Well, you know, Jesus did it, so you know I gotta do it, right?” Lopez, 27, of El Paso, Ill. — a teacher’s assistant and graduate student at the university — tells the man before the footage shows him tossing the table over, sending pins, flyers and other items rocketing into the air.

The filthy waste of protoplasm was caught on vid, natch.

Lopez who sports red pants, a black and red flannel and a bun in the clip, is then seen taking off with a wave.

“Thanks guys, have a great day,” he sneers.

A man-bun, no less. Because of COURSE the twee little faculty-lounge Fauntleroy has one.

The very LEAST this cockroach deserves is to have his ass kicked up between his shoulder blades. I’d really rather see his skull ventilated by a .308 caliber mag dump from afar, but failing that I’m willing to accept an ass-whupping so severe he’ll never either forget or recover fully from it. Y’know, if I must.

No, I am NOT fucking kidding. Made a small change to the “Shitlist” category just for Professor Pricklick; see if you can spot what it is.

Update! Okay, ,just got up and watched the vid of this twatwaffle waving his chipmunk-dick at better people than he’ll EVER be again, and it hit me like a thunderbolt: this man-bunned feeb is quite obviously nothing but a punk, a pussy, a pissant—as emasculated a sniveling wad of girly-man goo as ever squatted to take a whiz. Yet he is clearly so certain of getting away with this childish vandalism without repercussion that he actually swings back by the scene of his pitiful “crime” for a second go.

But nobody does a fucking thing. Nobody gets to his feet and gets in the guy’s way, nobody admonishes him, nobody even so much as politely asks him to pretty please knock it off, sir. What goes on here? Please, please, please, PLEASE tell me there was at least one (1) actual Pyrsynzz Of Penizz in the vicinity with stones enough to trot quietly up behind Mr Man-Bunny-Bun, hurl the weak sister to the ground, climb up a-straddle of his sunken chest and immobilize his arms with his knees, seize that wad of man-bun in one fist, and use it as a convenient grab-handle for smashing this doofus’s head into the ground repeatedly, until he quacks like.a duck and lies still.

What, you gonna tell me that there was NOBODY testosterone-enriched enough to descry that TA Poindexter had just perpetrated an unprovoked assault against the personal property and 1st Amendment rights of perfectly innocent people who weren’t traducing any laws, edicts, or ordinances, and had done nothing whatsoever to harm the Liberal AVENGER!! in any fahion? No one who could register the ugly scene, identity a needless injustice being flagrantly, tauntingly played out openly before everyone within sight and take appropriate steps to reinstitute the bounds of decency, respect, tolerance, and grown-up behavior.

From the looks of this douchetool, it wouldn’t by any means require some kind of Bruce Lee, Mike Tyson, or Chuck Norris to step in and shore up our societal norms and standards of civil conduct by whaling the everloving blue-eyed tarnation out of this limpdick punk-ass. Hell, the job wouldn’t take a particularly big, burly, or muscle-bound type, really, nor someone trained and proficient in karate, boxing, or grappling to settle Widdle Angwy Baby’s hash, just a normal, ordinary man who’s had just about enough of shitlib brats gettting away with any and every kind of public tantrum they care to throw—fed up to such a degree that he’s willing to teach these little shits aome manners by giving them the spanking they so desperately need but never got from their wimpy shitlib parents.

SURELY, on that entire campus, there HAD to be ONE such man, right? Right? RIIIIGHT?!? I do declare, the more crap like this I see, the more i wonder if there’s stil one left in the whole dang country, frankly.

Then, now

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I noticed something rather intriguing, albeit a tad worrisome, in Steyn’s rerun of his Margaret Thatcher obit from years back. To wit:

A few hours after Margaret Thatcher’s death on Monday, the snarling deadbeats of the British underclass were gleefully rampaging through the streets of Brixton in South London, scaling the marquee of the local fleapit and hanging a banner announcing “THE BITCH IS DEAD”. Amazingly, they managed to spell all four words correctly. By Friday, “Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead”, from The Wizard of Oz, was the Number One download at Amazon UK.

Mrs Thatcher would have enjoyed all this. Her former speechwriter John O’Sullivan recalls how, some years after leaving office, she arrived to address a small group at an English seaside resort to be greeted by enraged lefties chanting “Thatcher Thatcher Thatcher! Fascist fascist fascist!” She turned to her aide and cooed, “Oh, doesn’t it make you feel nostalgic?” She was said to be delighted to hear that a concession stand at last year’s Trades Union Congress was doing a brisk business in “Thatcher Death Party Packs” – almost a quarter-century after her departure from office.

Of course, it would have been asking too much of Britain’s torpid left to rouse themselves to do anything more than sing a few songs and smash a few windows. In The Wizard of Oz, the witch is struck down at the height of her powers by Dorothy’s shack descending from Kansas to relieve the Munchkins of their torments. By comparison, Britain’s Moochkins were unable to bring the house down: Mrs Thatcher died in her bed at the Ritz at a grand old age.

“Sing a few songs…smash a few windows”—how very quaint! Anybody think that today’s Goosesteppin’ Leftists, either in Ole Blighty, Amerika v2.0, or pretty much anyplace else in Western Civ, would content themselves with such trifles nowadays? It is to laugh, I’m afraid. Or, provided you think long enough and hard enough about the various issues involved, to weep.

If Mrs Thatcher had had our current crop of Violent Leftards to deal with back then, she would probably have died a lot younger than she did, and it’s all but a dead cert that it wouldn’t have been in any plush bed at the Ritz Hotel, either.

Just another marker for how much the world has changed since those days.

Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest bitch?

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Failing that, won’t somebody near her location please put a big-bore round through her head; beat her to death with an 18″ section of rusty rebar; run over her with a Freightliner Cascadia; put a long, Arkansas Toothpick-style blade in her gut, then don’t stop pushing until there’s about 3-4 inches of knife-tip orotruding from her back.

I have no preference regarding who, how, or where she gets hers. Nor do I give a drizzling shit how long she flops around on the ground in agony before she actually does die. Just please, SOMEBODY, get up the gumption and just git ‘er kilt.

SRSLY, y’all, I’m just about fed to the gills with their shit. No joke.

Randi Weingarten keeps poisoning our politics — even after Charlie Kirk’s murde For many Americans, the Sept. 10 assassination of conservative activist Charlie Kirk sparked some sober reflection on the inflammatory rhetoric that has poisoned our political discourse.

For Randi Weingarten, president of the American Federation of Teachers, it was a chance to kick that rhetoric up a notch.

Weingarten barreled full speed ahead with the launch of her new book, “Why Fascists Fear Teachers,” within days of the tragedy.

From its opening lines invoking Adolf Hitler, Weingarten’s tome equates her political opponents with history’s greatest evils, smearing President Donald Trump and others as “fascists.”

It’s frighteningly similar to the language used by Tyler Robinson, Kirk’s alleged killer, who wrote he’d “had enough of [Kirk’s] hatred” and believed “some hate can’t be negotiated out.”
Gotta admit, the whackadoo ain’t exactly wrong on that one. Hey, bllnd squirrels, stopped clocks, all that. In the days after Kirk’s murder Todd Wolfson, a vice president at Weingarten’s union and president of the American Association of University Professors, ranted on social media that “Trump is the enemy” and equated presidential adviser Stephen Miller — who is Jewish — to chief Nazi propagandist Joseph Goebbels.

“The assassin was a disturbed right wing kid, influenced by Nick Fuentes, that likely murdered Kirk because he was not right wing enough,” Wolfson declared on Facebook long after it was clear the opposite was true.

The rot runs deep in the teachers’ unions, and it starts at the very top.

Hundreds of so-called educators publicly rejoiced in Kirk’s politically motivated assassination, posting gleeful messages that crossed every line of decency.

When parents and others objected, union officials dismissed the backlash as “baseless online smear campaigns.”

The Texas affiliate of Weingarten’s AFT emailed members pledging to “vigorously defend” teachers “targeted” for celebrating Kirk’s death online, and Weingarten herself issued a formal statement defending these teachers’ “free speech.”

Sure, they have the right to spew whatever venom they want on their own time — but employers have freedom of association, too, and taxpayers shouldn’t be forced to subsidize these individuals to indoctrinate impressionable minds with sick, divisive rhetoric.

In fact, they DO have an unalienable “right” to puke up their hatred, venom, death threats, personal insults, and whatever other rancid verbal diarrhea they like. This absolute right remains applicable…right up until some stout, cold-eyed, take-no-shit kind of a guy takes offense to their noxious spew, takes position within the correct range to reach out and touch ’em, and expresses his displeasure via A) a fatal dose of lead poisoning, contracted by high-velocity projectile; B) an impromptu demonstration of his edged-weapon skills; or C) deals out a hand-to-hand ass-whuppin’ so thorough the mouthy twatwaffle ends up in a pine box planted six feet straight down from it.

All kidding around aside, folks, when is enough finally ENOUGH? Is it even possible to reach that point anymore? Asking for a friend.

Heartless, vicious, needlessly cruel blots on the escutcheon of all things good, decent, and worthwhile such as this abominable Weingarten creature *shudder* are unfit to occupy space amongst civilized human beings. I hereby promise that on the frabjous day some enterprising soul takes the vile cunt out sniper-style, I will certainly have a drink or three to celebrate the auspicious occasion. Until that glad day arrives, the obnoxious, mule-faced bitch ought to be on a leash. And one of those training choke-collars that look like a slightly modified bicycle chain.

Making her wear a Cone of Shame all day every day might not be the worst idea anybody ever had, either.

Hard to even imagine a cosl blsck fiend like this….this….this THING was once thought to be a qualified and crsedentialed teacher. Of, like, children. She ought to be legally forbidden to come within 50 miles of a school, a day care center, a playground, or a Chuck E Cheese open-air kiddie zoo.

People so bloated with hate, so vicious, so warped, so inhuman—utterly bereft of compassion, politesse, perspective, who are incapable of compfehending the norms, small courtesies, the self-restraint these and other such niceties constitute the fundation upon which civilization is built. Those who either can’t grasp such concepts or, worse still, disregard their deeper meaning as trifliimg irrelevancies, deny their importance as 

FINALLY redux

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Apropos of tonight’s Eyrie thang, Steyn piles on by way of the recent Milan riots.

What were they rioting over? Well, I saw one report describing it as an ad hoc alliance of pro-Palestinians, leftist unions objecting to Meloni, and assorted neighbourhood “migrants”.

Whatever. It doesn’t really matter, does it? I mean, it’s not like twenty-five arrests at a Tommy Robinson rally, two-thirds of whom turn out to be anti-Tommy counter-protesters. All that can be said for certain is that, if you live almost anywhere in the western world, violence is in your future. For the moment, it comes overwhelmingly from the political left and their various shock-troops, whether Antifa or your local migrant sex-fiends. Because the left are the most turned on by it. Even the comparatively peaceful ones can’t stop salivating over the thought of killing you. Here, for example, a perfectly nice respectable American lady – probably listens to NPR – has a grand old time beheading an effigy of Trump:

Do stay tuned for the punchline. At the end she turns around and has what we used to call the golden rule emblazoned all over her T-shirt:

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

So does that mean Trump supporters can decapitate, say, Kamala Harris?

Well, no, because, if you lopped off Kamala’s head, it wouldn’t make any difference. The most stupid and incompetent major-party candidate of the modern era has just “written” a book seeking to explain how everyone’s favourite glass-ceiling-shattering Montreal schoolgirl somehow failed to beat a “convicted felon” who spent most of campaign season in court. So, to pitch her book to fellow wine-moms like the decapitator above, Kamala has been out on the plug circuit. Shooting the breeze with leftie superstar Rachel Maddow, the former vice president calls the current president a “tyrant” and a “dictator”…

For any aspiring tyrants out there, if you’re wondering how to become one yourself, all you have to do is win Wisconsin, Michigan and Pennsylvania in the Electoral College. That’s how all the tyrants and dictators do it.

Is Ms Harris not worried that, by de-legitimising her opponent’s lawful, peaceful and democratic victory over her good self, some excitable types might try to, say, shoot his head off?

Oh naw naw naw NAW, that would never, EVER happen! Right? RIGHT?

RIIIIGHT?!?

Of course not, you big silly. I simply have to include this next bit because of the gleeful way it rips renowned baglapper and/or Lefty rumpswab Keith “Upper-lip-sweat” Olbermann all to bloody gobbets and then scatters the pieces all over the lot.

I briefly caught Mr Olbermann’s attention a decade or three back, and, from what I can recall of it, he struck me as a big pansy fagulous trannifilarious nancy poufter mincing dweeb of a homicidal maniac but who likes sounding butch by saying “motherfucker” a lot. Yet, in a functioning society, it should not be incumbent upon Scott Jennings to judge whether the guy specifically menacing him actually means it or is just an insecure over-compensating loser. As noted here an hour or so after Charlie Kirk’s death, at least seven Internet posts appeared to have foreknowledge of what had yet to happen.

I have joked for years about jihadist nutters being fully paid-up members of Local 473 of the Amalgamated Union of Lone Wolves. But the leftie nutters are beginning to feel like that, too. One half of the political spectrum is so drunk on its bloodlust they don’t even notice it. “Denver’s oldest gay bar”, for example, took the trouble to create a new cocktail and make a sign for it…

The old definition of a gay bar was: one hundred bottoms looking for a top. It requires a perverse genius to re-imagine it as one hundred bottoms looking, in the Britannic sense, to top someone.

YEEOWTCH, that made my butt hurt! Now brace yourselves for the heady, thrilling denouement.

Over two decades, I have occasionally quoted the words of the French philosopher Alain Finkielkraut: “The lofty idea of ‘the war on racism’ is gradually turning into a hideously false ideology,” he said in 2005. “And this anti-racism will be for the twenty-first century what Communism was for the twentieth century: a source of violence.”

Bloodlust mixed with moral preening is a uniquely toxic cocktail and, unlike those available at the R&R bar in Denver, it will not be content with merely a single shot.

DAMNED good squishy there, Mark. Yet again, I must remind y’al of the one, the only rule that matters: THEY SHOOT. WE DIE. Unless and until that changes, we’re all just whistling Dixie here, I’m afraid.

Update! A timely and very much related reminder from the esteemed Eric Raymond.

In one of my previous analysis postings, I outlined three possible scenarios for the future after the assassination of Charlie Kirk.

This corresponds to scenario 3, the one where insurrection edges into a simmering civil war a la Bosnia. I caught some flak in my replies at the time from people who thought an insurrection based in urban areas isn’t practical under modern conditions.

Antifa thinks it is. It’s what they’re planning for.

One of the things I have to remind myself of occasionally is that most people know essentially nothing about Communist theory and Communist revolutionary tactics.

Antifa is running the classic Communist playbook. Make the enemy fight you where you are strong and they are weak – where you have support among the people and (when possible) cover from sympathetic local officials.

Historically that has usually meant fighting from rural areas where the reach of the government is weak. But the Russian Revolution was an exception, and the revolution Antifa is trying to fight is another. Their natural home ground is large coastal cities run by left-wing Democrats.

ESR also provides ironclad evidence to support his contention in the above-quoted Tweet/X/Whatever.

Man, I really gotta come up with some kind of nomenclature to refer to those blasted things.

Sleeping through it update! Another ringing endorsement of refusing to go on playing the Left’s game by the One Rule mentioned above.

Somehow it is inconceivable to anyone on the political right that anyone might actually mean what they say about politics and actually be willing to fight for any of the things they claim to be willing to fight for.

Maybe Right Wingers could just look at the people saying “We hate you, we want you dead, and we are committing violence against you” and right wingers could think that they’re committing violence against you, and maybe they hate you, and they want you dead… and maybe you should hate them back?

What did you think “Civil War” meant? Vibes? Essays?

If the state’s monopoly on violence is corrupted to serve evil… would it not be time to break that monopoly? To enter that monopolized market with a new disruptive innovations, so to speak.

If the government is a usurper regime that doesn’t represent you, and is dressing up tyranny under cover of a barely feigned playact of legitimacy… Well you’re American, what did your founders do in such a situation?

Yet Even as millions of leftists openly celebrate this shooting and wish for more of them to happen, and openly state that they’ll see any who commit said shootings as heroes worth celebrating….

It is inconceivable to the Right Winger that immortal fame, their own sincerest convictions, true hatred, the judging eyes of their political forefathers, and the celebration of MILLIONS might actually be worth doing or risking something over.

Just sit back and pay taxes and keep his head down whilst serving the enemies who hate him and paying for their six figure salaries in government employment whilst waiting for more people to “wake up”… Even as they brainwash his kids to hate him, and “cut ties”, and cut their genitals off.

Just wait bro, more people need to wake up!

Kennedy was shot 60 year ago. The first people to “wake up” are in nursing homes.

You’ve waited so long for people to “wake up” that the majority have fallen back asleep and died of old age.

Yeppers, so it would seem.

Whataboutist update! Margolis handily dispenses with the noxious “Both sides” canard.

To maintain their crumbling narrative, the left weaponized a deeply flawed study from the CATO Institute’s Alex Nowrasteh, which purports to show that right-wing extremists commit the majority of politically motivated killings in America. This convenient talking point has been parroted everywhere to deflect from the fact that their side just murdered one of conservatism’s most prominent young voices.

But when you actually examine Nowrasteh’s methodology—which I have—the whole thing falls apart faster than a House Democrat’s promise to secure the border.

Take Timothy McVeigh, labeled “right-wing” despite his ideology having nothing to do with traditional conservatism. McVeigh was an anti-government extremist whose rage stemmed from Waco and Ruby Ridge, not conservative principles. The man rejected both political parties, described himself as agnostic, and supported abortion rights.

Then there’s Anderson Lee Aldrich, the Club Q shooter, branded “right-wing” despite identifying as non-binary and suffering from documented mental illness. Peyton Gendron, the Buffalo supermarket shooter, gets the same “right-wing” label even though his own manifesto explicitly identified him as an “eco-fascist national socialist”—hardly traditional conservative ideology. The study also classified a couple who killed a sex offender as perpetrators of “right-wing” violence despite the fact it was a personal vendetta with no apparent political motivation whatsoever.

Even more telling is what Nowrasteh’s study leaves out entirely. Notice how the data shows a convenient dip in 2020—the same year America witnessed the most destructive riots in its history. The George Floyd riots caused billions in property damage and at least nineteen deaths, yet somehow none of these deaths made it into his tally of political violence.

The Waukesha Christmas parade attacker, who drove his truck through a crowd in 2021 killing six people, also got left out. When you correct for these glaring omissions and misclassifications, the numbers between left-wing and right-wing violence become roughly equal—and that’s just examining the past decade.

But, the narrative that political violence is a right-wing problem took another hit this past week, when, Anibal Hernandez-Santana, a 64-year-old former legislative director for the California Federation of Teachers, decided to turn his politics into bullets with a drive-by shooting at the local ABC station. This wasn’t some random act—it happened just one day after protesters gathered there with their usual signs calling Trump “Hitler” and his supporters “fascist enablers.” Hernandez-Santana absorbed that mood of righteous fury, posted calls for Trump’s demise on social media, and then carried his left-wing politics into the realm of violence.

And that wasn’t all. Saturday night in Nashua, New Hampshire, 23-year-old Hunter Nadeau opened fire at the Sky Meadow Country Club, killing one and injuring at least two others while shouting “Free Palestine!”

The truth is unavoidable: the left doesn’t just tolerate political violence, it cultivates it. They spent the summer of 2020 making excuses for rioters while their media allies described burning buildings as “mostly peaceful protests.” They’ve created an atmosphere where their followers believe they have a moral obligation to commit violence against their political opponents.

We keep hearing lectures about “rising extremism on the right,” but the evidence keeps piling up showing exactly where the real threat is coming from. A popular conservative leader gets assassinated. A leftist union operative shoots up a television station. An anti-Israel radical sprays gunfire into a country club. And somehow the left still thinks it can wag its finger at conservatives?

Well, naturally. When you’re not merely comfortable with spewing brazen lies in the face of obvious truth but have actually come to prefer it that way, wagging a finger self-righteously at your hated enemies begins to look like pretty small beer.

Eyes always open, head on a swivel, total SA

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As I said in the comments at Insty’s place:

jubadoobai
10 minutes ago
I believe, quite firmly, Trump was to be assassinated today.

Annnnd BINGO! Nailed it in one. They were sending Trump–and the rest of us—a message: that he could still be gotten at, any time they wanted to do so. Hope his security personnel are paying attention.

That’s the long and the short of it, people.

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.

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