GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

Let’s get this party STARTED, people!

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?

Inner workings

Of an administration that DIDN’T work, in any way, at any level.

Former White House Physician Drops Truth Bombs About Biden’s Health Cover-Up
During an appearance on Fox News’ “Sunday Morning Futures,” Rep. Dr. Ronny Jackson (R-Texas)—a man who served as White House physician for 14 years—dropped some major truth bombs that expose what may be the greatest constitutional crisis in modern American history.

Jackson is a doctor with 25 years of medical experience who witnessed the inner workings of multiple administrations firsthand. When he speaks about the cover-ups of Joe Biden’s cognitive decline, Americans should listen.

We’ve noted here at PJ Media that Biden brought Dr. Kevin O’Connor in as White House physician to help facilitate the cover-up of his cognitive decline, and Jackson believes this as well.

“Dr. O’Connor was his physician for eight years when he was vice president; he literally became part of the Biden family,” he said. But it gets worse. According to Jackson, O’Connor “was beloved by Jill Biden” and the Biden inner circle, developing such loyalty that “he would say or do anything that they ask him to do and cover up anything,” and that “they knew that they had somebody that could help cover up anything that might come up.”

This wasn’t about medical expertise—it was about ensuring silence.

Jackson warned that “we need to know, the American people need to know who was making decisions over those last four years. Who had access to that auto pen?”

The constitutional implications are staggering. As Jackson puts it, “If someone was running the country pretending to be the president of the United States and they weren’t, we need to know, and we need to make sure this never ever happens again.”

Best way to do that, of course, would be for Real Americans to hitch up their Big Boy britches, step up to the plate scaffold, and give their peers and like-minded colleagues most responsible for the Bribem Fiasco a real-time, up close and personal visual demonstration of what the phrase “pulling hemp” really, truly means. Failing that, we can only expect that this shit will go right on happening, again and again and again.

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The biggest lie

Steyn runs it all down for us.

Like I said, it’s lies all the way down, and ever more brazen. But there is no bigger lie than that Joe Biden has ever been head of the executive branch: FDR was, albeit wheelchair-bound; Woodrow Wilson was, pre-stroke. But Joe was installed precisely because he was, as certain “niche Canadians” observed in 2021, the dead husk of a moth-eaten sock-puppet. There are approximately 8.2 billion people on the planet. We cannot say which of them was running the executive branch of the United States from January 2021 to January 2025 – Barack Obama? George Soros? Chairman Xi? Mabel Scroggins of 27b Town Dump Road, Dead Moose Junction? All we know for certain is that the one man among those 8.2 billion it surely wasn’t is Joseph Robinette Biden Jr.

In the scheme of things it doesn’t matter whether they’re using his prostate to distract from his dementia or vice-versa, the people who did this to you committed a crime. It is, to coin a phrase, “unconstitutional” to put a dead husk in the Oval Office and usurp his powers.

If you want to go on cable TV and debate whether Joe Biden’s prostate should be removed and replaced by Jake Tapper, fine, knock yourself out. If you’re excited because Tim Walz is already two points up in Iowa, great.

But the only thing that matters is:

Who was running the US government these last four years?

And why isn’t he in prison?

Excellent questions, those. Unfortunately, I got a powerful intuition we’ll be waiting a VERY long time before we get any answers, assuming we ever actually get any at all.

Cherchez le (neurotic) femme

Ace has a look into a phenomenon we’ve all been familiar with for a goodish while now.

Shock Poll: The People Most Eager to “Disconnect” from Friends and Family Members Over Politics Are… Left-Wing Colleged “Educated” Women
Ace

Educated…? Let’s say “college-attending.”

Better yet, let’s just say “credentialed” and be done with it.

A poll finds that college-educated left-wing women, or AWFLs, are the group most eager to sever connections with friends or families due to their cultic “political” beliefs.

You don’t say.

You. Don’t. Say.

He goes on to cite Jordan Peterson—an exercise in futility if ever there was one, since the type of females under discussion here dismissed Peterson as a misogynistic, homophobic, Reich-wing Nazifascist crank a long time ago anyway. More and more, it begins to look as if the 19th Amendment has been every bit as disastrous for Constitutionally-correct governance in Amerika v2.0 as the 17th was. Not that it’s at all likely that anything will ever be done about correcting either of those monumental errors, natch.

Silly question asked, answered

Ace asks in his headline:

Is It Time to Outlaw NGOs?
Ace

A: Yes. Yes, it most certainly is. Quoting from a Glenn Reynolds piece in the NYP:

We thought of them as do-good organizations set up by people who really care — about the environment, or poor people, or children, or freedom.

We imagined they raise money, help the downtrodden, send out press releases and engage in other private activities to promote the causes they favor.

They’re not government entities, we thought — the very name says that — but a species of private charity whose good intentions deserve the benefit of any doubt.

Perhaps some NGOs do operate in that way.

But as we’ve learned recently, partly as the result of Department of Government Efficiency digging, many “non-governmental” entities are really just fronts for government activities that Americans would never stand for if Washington attempted them directly.

As with just about everything else in or involved with Mordor on the Potomac, as DOGE has so amply demonstrated, it’s all deception, trickery, and deflection, nothing more. NGOs that are in every meaningful sense GOs? The “non” in place strictly to provide a ruse which will hopefully keep the stupes, dupes, and slack-jawed yokels looking in the desired direction? Ho hum, quelle shocked over here.

What needs to happen, but won’t, is an in toto junking  of FederalGovCo: dismantle ALL government entities; fire every bureau-rat; dump every existing Department; raze the whole sorry, sordid, edifice right down to bare earth, and start over under Constitutionally-correct guidelines. There is no saving this soppy mess, no “restoring” or “reforming” the US governmental Leviathan. It must be killed, buried, the earth over its grave salted, and replaced entirely—by something a great deal less bloated, self-directing, overbearing, and generally monstrous.

See what I mean when I say “ain’t gonna happen”? I’ll let you calculate the odds for yourself, Dear Reader, but I will certainly not be laying any money down to bet myself. I’ll save it for the one-armed bandits in Vegas, thanks; I’ve seen people actually win on those things. In fact, my late wife covered our trip expenses entire that way—more than just once, in fact.

Muzzietown, TX: threat, or menace?

The slow, steady takeover everybody swore “could never happen here” continues apace. Thankfully, Greg Abbott seems committed to thwarting it.

Jihad, Texas Style
The Lone Star State braces for a new “Muslim community.”

It’s happened all over Western Europe. In Amsterdam, several neighborhoods, including the Oud-West, De Pijp, and De Baarsjes, are now heavily Muslim. So are Molenbeek, a Brussels suburb, and Gruddalen, the vast valley that forms much of the eastern half of Oslo. Four out of ten people in Tower Hamlets, London, are Muslims, as is nearly thirty-five percent of the population of Luton. Several of the banlieues, or suburbs, of Paris are no-go zones; Marseille is about one-third Islam. The Rinkeby district of Stockholm is heavily Muslim, as are parts of Malmö, not to mention the Nørrebro neighborhood of Copenhagen.

Yes, there are non-Muslim residents in these neighborhoods, but their numbers are steadily dwindling. They live in an ever-intensifying state of siege. It’s dangerous for them to come home at night. At school, their sons are beaten up and their daughters are sexually harassed. Every day, they’re reminded who’s in charge, and it’s definitely not them. More than many other people in Europe, they can see the continent’s future very clearly. Needless to say, it’s an Islamic future.

Which, obviously, is the reason those non-Moslem (former) residents’ numbers are “steadily dwindling.” Unfortunately, this ain’t the kind of problem from which one can just run away forever. Regardless of how fast, how far, or how long you run, the menacing Moslem hordes will catch up with you ere the end. The lesson here is stark, and likewise altogether obvious. Too bad, then, that most of Western Civ is so mulishly determined to ignore it. Such wilfull obliviousness will cost the West dearly at some point, probably sooner than later, and paying up is going to hurt.

Which is why we should all be worried about EPIC City, Texas. I’d never heard of it until just a few weeks ago. Since then, I’ve heard about it again and again. Maybe the word hasn’t gotten to you yet. If not, here you go. EPIC City, according to an April 3 report by Caroline Vandergriff of CBS News, is a proposed “Muslim community” that is a project of the East Plano Islamic Center (hence the name EPIC) in partnership with a real-estate firm called Community Capital Partners. The plan is to construct “a thousand homes, a mosque, apartments, a school and more” on 402 acres in Collin and Hunt counties near the town of Josephine, about an hour northeast of Dallas.

Since the initiative was announced last year, the leaders of the Islamic Center have hired Dan Cogdell, a leading Houston lawyer, “to help them navigate multiple state investigations” that were ordered by Governor Greg Abbott. In reaction to Abbott’s criticism of the EPIC City venture, Cogdell told Vandergraff that his clients “aren’t foreign adversaries” but “Texans.” “Americans.” “United States citizens.” And their only goal, he contended, “is to build a community that allows them to live together with people who value family and faith.”

Yes, that’s what they want to do – but it’s not all that they want to do. They want to do Molenbeek and Tower Hamlets and Groruddalen one better. They want the total Muslim experience: no kafirun (infidels) with their uncovered wives and daughters and haram puppy dogs. If you wanted to defend EPIC City, you might point to the way in which the Amish settled Lancaster, Pennsylvania, or the Mormons’ establishment of Utah. But neither the Amish nor the Mormons have a doctrine of jihadist conquest. They aren’t instructed to despise non-believers or throw homosexuals from rooftops. Their sexual politics may be old-fashioned, but they’re light-years more advanced than Islam’s.

At least one Texan realizes this. In addition to ordering investigations into the shadowy characters involved in the EPIC City venture, Abbott has demanded a construction halt, but has been ignored. Dismissing Abbott’s expressed concern about the possible imposition of sharia law in EPIC City, Cogdell told Vandergraff: “No one associated with that community follows sharia law or is in favor of sharia law.” Nonsense. One survey of Western Muslims after another has shown that an unsettling majority of them want to live under sharia law – and expect to be living under it before too long. The goal of broadening the ambit of sharia law, after all, is a major reason why millions of Muslims moved from their native lands to the West in the first place. It’s called expanding the umma. It’s called turning the Dar al Harb (House of War) into the Dar as Islam (House of Islam), one block at a time. And lying about it to infidels is called taqiyya.

Which last, according to the Koran (yes, I HAVE read it; more than once, actually), is not only pardonable but strongly, explicitly recommended. In fact, in practical terms it’s obligatory, a directive issued from the very mouth of Allah His Own Bad Self—never to be contradicted, never to be questioned, only to be reflexively, mindlessly obeyed, just as the Religion of Peace Submission demands of the pig-ignorant 10th-century throwbacks who hew to it.

Which just goes to show how much even rural Texans need to learn about Islam. Well, if the EPIC City initiative isn’t stopped in its tracks, they’ll be learning a great deal about it soon enough.

They most certainly will at that—more than they ever wanted to, to their everlasting sorrow and regret. You’d think they’d know better by now—you’d think we ALL would. And yet.

All this après-9/11/01 stuff and nonsense, mind, deep in the heart of the once-great Republic ofTEXAS, of all unlikely places? The sovereign State a great many of us ReichWingNaziDeathBeast types looked to as our last-ditch refuge when the fecal matter finally impacts the rotary impeller everyplace else? Jeez O PETE, man! That just might be the toughest, most bitter-tasting aspect of this ginormous shit-circus to wrap one’s head around.

For so long, so many of us have found it comforting to think of good ol’ Texizz as the last bastion of traditional American sanity, civic mores, and freedom—that, despite the slow, sinister purpling of major Texas cities like Dallas, Austin, Houston, and others, Real American Normals would always have Texas, come Hell or high water. Wouldn’t we? Of COURSE we would! Why, some of us even went so far as to buy great big ol’ belt buckles, Stetson hats, and uncomfortable, exorbitantly expensive cockroach-stomper boots to ready ourselves for the frabjous day we’d at last make that Last Big Move South’ards.

And then some shit like this happens.

Read the whole thing, I implore you. It’s about as disquieting a piece as I ever have seen, anyplace, at any time, on any topic. Uncomfortable reading though it surely is, it tells us that it is now imperative that the last remaining illusions be shattered, that the last remaining veils be lifted from the eyes which stubbornly refuse to look upon the situation as it really, truly exists: clearly, unblinkingly, honestly. If nothing else, we owe that much (at least!) to ourselves, to our Founding Fathers, to our posterity.

As for this sellout asshole Cogdell and his fellow slimery, slithery creatures who support this mind-boggling obscenity, every man Jack of them ought to be summarily strung up for high treason. Unless somebody out there comes up with something even worse to do to his/their sorry ass(es) in the interim, that is. I’m thinking something agonizing; permanently scarring both mentally and bodily; life-altering in the most negative way imaginable; profoundly, unforgettably humiliating; and, eventually—after interminable years of suffering so wrackingly intense that very few Normals who’ve never had to cope with…

  • A thunderous, all-day artillery barrage—no pause, no let-up, no lunch break, just honkin’ big shells that continuously droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven
  • A deep-jungle ambush set by a dedicated, skilled enemy which hopelessly, lopsidedly outnumbers him
  • A furiously chaotic company-level engagement at eyeball-to-eyeball range
  • Having a ship torpedoed, holed, and sunk out from under his very feet in a North Atlantic January
  • Saturation bombing from extreme-high altitude
  • Sniper fire from multiple positions, all undeterminable
  • Stomach cancer
  • Anaesthetic-free amateur dentistry

…could believe it was even possible—fatal.

Update! Apropos of nothing much a-tall, I just had to note that weird spelling, kafirun, from the excerpt. In all my many years of studying up on Mooselimbs and the Islamic pseudo-religion—beginning way back in college with two (2) semesters of Comparative Religion I took for no better reason than A) I found the subject interesting and B) I was a huge fan of the professor, who was an affable nut—I never did run across that one before. The more familiar-to-me rendition is kuffir, or khufir, or something else along roughly similar lines. Translation can often be a tricky thing, particularly from Arabic languages (as with Chinese, Greek, and Cyrillic, it’s a whole ’nother alphabet entirely, not even slightly congruent with English) but this’s a new one on me for sure.

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it eleventy bajillion times

This. This, right here.


Very simple, very easy, no? And yet somehow, all too damned many of us just can’t seem to get their cinderblock-heads around the concept. Guess certain Very Important Personages got too much to lose by jettisoning the present-day corrupt, fraudulent American “election” system in favor of something far more transparent, trustworthy, and commonsensical, which had served us so well for oh, a couple hundred years or thereabouts.

(Via Insty)

Sacre bleu!

Also, mon Dieu. And Jesus tapdancin’ Christ.

Toddler kicked out of nursery for being transphobic
A toddler was suspended from nursery after being accused of being transphobic or homophobic, The Telegraph can reveal.

Department for Education (DfE) data show the child, aged either three or four, was suspended from a state school in the 2022-23 academic year for “abuse against sexual orientation and gender identity”.

The school and further details of the case were not disclosed.

But statistics show that 94 pupils at state primary schools were suspended or permanently excluded for transphobia and homophobia in 2022-23.

These included 10 pupils from year one and three from year two, where the maximum age is seven.

One of these included a child of nursery age, the data show.

How sick, how depraved, how utterly batshit insane does a society have to be to allow shit like this to go on before its very eyes and do nothing whatever about it beyond maybe whining behiind closed doors to like-minded Normals? How much lower into the “transgender” muck and mire can once-great Britain sink?

Oh well, they’ll probably just chop the dicks off the male toddlers anyhow.

(Via Ace)

Update! I suppose in the long run, there IS something of a bright side: once the Mooselimbs have taken over the country altogether, I’d bet they’ll put a stop to this madness.

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No prescience necessary

Christopher Hitchens offered some anyway all the way back in 2009 (!), not that anybody in his country’s leadership (nor ours, for the matter of it) wanted to listen.


Every last word Hitch says above ought to be forcibly tattooed—in scarlet red ink using a #15 Magnum shader (YEEEOWTCH!!! Ask me how I know; I remember all too well when those bastards first came out)—across the forehead of every perfidious Western ProPol behind inflicting this plague of Moslem locusts on their respective polities, starting with the lying sellout flapping his vile yap immediately below.

Update! Regarding those 15-Mag torture devices: my dear departed friend Randy Herring adopted them straightaway, one of the first tattoo artists anywhere to start using ‘em, in keeping with his at best half-joking admission that he was only in the biz in the first place because, as he used to laugh, “I enjoy hurting people.”

God, I miss that boy. Guess I always will. Old school biker; devout Christian; near-fanatical league bowler; gifted artist both on paper and in human skin; beloved friend, husband, and father, Randy was truly one of a kind, I never met anyone remotely like him.

The 15-Magnum, see, is a stacked arrangement with two rows of the stabby little things sitting one atop the other inside a square needle-tube. Worse, they emitted this deep, gnarly BZZZ when the gun was in action that rattled your back teeth, no lie. Right up till those fifteen (15) sharp points hit flesh and took your attention off of any- and everything else for the duration, that is.

Granted, the Magnums DO pack the color in much more solid and even than the old 14-needle round shaders ever did. But still. After being hammered with a Magnum a time or two (available in 7, 11, 13, or 15-needle configurations), the sound alone is enough to instill dread in even the most stout-hearted of men. Oddly enough, the single-needle setup used exclusively for big, bold outlines still hurts more than any of the Magnums do. But it’s a near-run thing.

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There’ll always be an England Part the Second

In light of this revoltin’ development, the real question is: SHOULD there be?

The Biggest Peacetime Crime—and Cover-up—in British History

“Peacetime,” he says. Dumb fuck doesn’t realize he’s in a war that began a long, long time ago.

LONDON — The grooming and serial rape of thousands of English girls by men of mostly Pakistani Muslim background over several decades is the biggest peacetime crime in the history of modern Europe. It went on for many years. It is still going on. And there has been no justice for the vast majority of the victims.

British governments, both Conservative and Labour, hoped that they had buried the story after a few symbolic prosecutions in the 2010s. And it looked like they had succeeded—until Elon Musk read some of the court papers and tweeted his disgust and bafflement on X over the new year.

Britain now stands shamed before the world. The public’s suppressed wrath is bubbling to the surface in petitions, calls for a public inquiry, and demands for accountability.

The scandal is already reshaping British politics. It’s not just about the heinous nature of the crimes. It’s that every level of the British system is implicated in the cover-up.

Social workers were intimidated into silence. Local police ignored, excused, and even abetted pedophile rapists across dozens of cities. Senior police and Home Office officials deliberately avoided action in the name of maintaining what they called “community relations.” Local councilors and Members of Parliament rejected pleas for help from the parents of raped children. Charities, NGOs, and Labour MPs accused those who discussed the scandal of racism and Islamophobia. The media mostly ignored or downplayed the biggest story of their lifetimes. Zealous in their incuriosity, much of Britain’s media elite remained barnacled to the bubble of Westminster politics and its self-serving priorities.

They did this to defend a failed model of multiculturalism, and to avoid asking hard questions about failures of immigration policy and assimilation. They did this because they were afraid of being called racist or Islamophobic. They did this because Britain’s traditional class snobbery had fused with the new snobbery of political correctness.

All of which is why no one knows precisely how many thousands of young girls were raped in how many towns across Britain since the 1970s.

One of the most disgusting, vomit-inducing articles you’ll ever read, this one is. Gotta repeat this bit, because reasons.

Britain now stands shamed before the world.

Does it, though? Because I can’t honestly say I’m seeing a whole lot of shame, much as I wish it weren’t so. Plenty of ass-covering, excuse-making, and “but…but…but…” sack-scratching going around still, which to my way of thinking indicates not shame, but shamelessness.

The public’s suppressed wrath is bubbling to the surface in petitions, calls for a public inquiry, and demands for accountability.

Uh huh. Because petitions, inquiries, and toothless “demands” have always been effective before. Perhaps Englishters need to lay off suppressing their wholly-justified wrath and try expressing it for a change—explicitly, pointedly, and energetically, in the places where it can do the most good.

As has been true of politicians everywhere and everywhen, absent cash bribes they respond mainly to pressure, and, should that fail to move them in the desired direction, pain. High time they experienced some, then. The mistake people must never, ever make (but usually do) is to imagine that a single, brief application of pressure will suffice to do the trick, and that having done so it’s now safe to just walk away assuming the battle has been won and all is well again.

No, the thing to do is maintain continuous pressure until it causes them pain, never letting up until they’ve agreed to your terms and sworn to abide by them. Should the politicians renege on the deal, lather, rinse, repeat as needed. Sooner or later torches, pitchforks, white-hot branding irons, and nooses are likely to put in an appearance. If the scoundrels make hanging a few of them necessary until the rest come around, so be it. After all, they’d certainly do the same to you. Have done, in fact, and not back in long-forgotten antiquity either, but quite recently. It’s how you wound up in this awful fix in the first place.

PRO TIP FOR BRITISH SUBJECTS: Your government doesn’t give three whoops in Hell for what you like, don’t like, want, don’t want, or expect. It’s abundantly clear that the police, elected “representatives” at every level, the press, and various other institutions both public and private care far more about the welfare of the unassimilable Moslem hordes your authorities intentionally, wittingly inflicted on you (for whom “rape, pillage, burn” isn’t a pre-Medieval abstraction but an avocation) than they ever will about your wives, mothers, sisters, and/or daughters of whatever age being beaten, gang-raped, and/or murdered in broad daylight, without fear on the part of the lawless, slavering animals responsible for said serial brutality of official sanction, reprimand, or so much as a light slap on the wrist in punishment.

As Tommy Robinson could tell his fellow Britons, there’s no help coming; you are entirely on your own, like it or not. In Not-So-Great Britain sorely-beset Normals have no advocates, no right to defend themselves, and no legal recourse. There is no knight in shining armor on a big white charger galloping to the rescue in the very nick of time. Brave Sir Launcelot perished long ago, leaving no uncut but valiant young Percival as his successor-designate to carry on with the obligatory dragon-slaying, succouring of damsels in distress, Grail-seeking, Round Table mead-swilling, and miscellaneous errantry.

If it’s the squeaky wheel that gets the grease, as the old saw has it, then I reckon it’s time and well past time Brits did some serious squeaking. In stupidly allowing their tyrannical government to disarm them without dissent or demur, His Majesty’s subjects made a bed for themselves in which no decent, self-respecting person should complacently lie. The central issue confronting the West entire is no great secret; we all know what it is, what it portends for us. All self-deception, all equivocation, all pussyfooting around must cease posthaste. Assuming it’s not already too late, that is.

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There’ll always be an England?

Perhaps. Then again, perhaps not.

BrokenBritain 1.

BrokenBritain 2.

Lest any of us get to feeling smug from the cozy “couldn’t happen here” cope, may I remind you that, for the last five-six decades at least, the FUSA has tended to lag no more than five to ten years behind the Mother Country in such matters. As Bracken says, this is but the force-assembly phase of a thousand-year campaign of civilizational conquest and subjugation the decadent West can’t be arsed to concern itself about nowadays, much less prevent, still less reverse.

In the course of re-skimming through some of my favorite speculative-fiction works over lo, the past year or thereabouts—Peter Hamilton in particular, although there are others—I’ve noticed a thing that amuses me greatly. Namely, the unfounded assumption that Once-Great Britain will somehow project the cultural dominance it enjoyed several hundred years ago across the spacefaring worlds of the 30th-31st-32nd Century and beyond. Offhand references to obscure London neighborhoods, linguistic tics, architectural styles, even such prosaic artifacts as steak and kidney pie, bangers & mash, and baked beans for breakfast (?!?) get tossed around liberally, betraying the quaint, vanity-inspired notion that anybody in the far-distant future will even know what those things are…or, y’know, were.

For the matter of it, many of them are barely even remembered in present-day Londonistan, let alone Proxima Centauri in 3426; already, they are no longer traditions to be cherished and preserved, but irrelevant antiquities to be discarded. Will cookies still be known far and wide as “biscuits”? Will a yobbo still be a yobbo, a wog still a wog, a Frenchman still a Frog?

More to the point: will a Moslem-overrun England be capable of engineering and developing a wormhole drive, FTL communications, colony arkships, artificial-gravity generators? Will the Abdul-Abdel-Abdullahs, Saddiqs, and Achmeds in charge of the New British Caliphate be at all interested in undertaking such ambitious, multi-generational projects?

Not bloody likely, mate.

Not to beat up too much on Hamilton and his confreres, mind. Hey, nobody gets everything right every time; foresighted as he was, even Heinlein never saw touch screens coming, and his futuristic computer gizmos printed their output on actual paper, ferchrissakes—a long, laborious process which usually took not just hours but days. Also, Heinlein’s transtellar-flight helmsmen operated their ships’ version of “warp drive” via clunky levers, knobs, and pushbuttons; his navigators (astrogators?) plotted their course not with a holographic projection or main-viewscreen star chart, but boring old No 2 pencil and paper.

No energy weapons; no personal force-fields; no magnetized grav-boots for use in micro-gee environments or EVA. No antimatter propulsion; no mass-to-energy converters; no inertial dampeners; no starships capable of atmospheric flight and/or landing. No malmetal, glassteel, or plascrete. Heinlein and his fellow visionaries came up with lots of cool stuff in their day, sure, but their vision didn’t extend quite that far.

Rule of thumb which ought to be remembered but is too often forgotten: just because even our finest minds can’t see it on the horizon doesn’t mean it ain’t coming all the same.

(Via WRSA)

((((DEM JOOJOOJOOJOOOOOZ!!!)))) MURDER “AT LEAST 10,” WOUND 35 IN NOLA TERRORIST ATTACK

Oh no wait, hold on, that was actually…ummm…uhhh…uhhhhh….

*clears throat nervously*

*sound of paper shuffling, rattling*

*cough cough*

Never mind. As you were, Crackpot Rightists and shitlib idiots.

Merely meat

A short but pungent rip from our old chum Baron Bodissey.

Italian Women: Don’t Be Uncovered Meat
The late “Australian” imam Sheikh Hilaly became notorious for saying: “If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside on the street, or in the garden or in the park, or in the backyard without a cover, and the cats come and eat it…whose fault is it? The cats or the uncovered meat?” According to him, an unveiled woman is like “uncovered meat”, and deserves whatever might happen to her.

In the following video, a group of “Italian” culture-enrichers attempts to explain the uncovered meat principle to a young woman who catches their collective eye.

Said video manages to be several unpalatable things at once: sick-making, enraging, beggaring belief, chilling, blood-curdling, just for openers. Bitch all you like about (((Dem JooJooJooJOOOOZ!!!))); supposed “genocide” of Paleosimians; Israeli injustice and unwarranted aggression; the USS Liberty incident; the Pollard scandal; Netanyahu being worse than Literally Hitler©; who are/are not our “natural” MidEast allies, &c, I don’t give a fast, furious fuck; one of these things is still NOT like the other, period fucking DOT. Certainly, I cannot recall any Israelis—in any nation anywhere at any time, EVER—behaving like bestial troglodytes in so crude a fashion.

That such an obscene predation could transpire in contemporary times, in a public space, in a Western nation, in broad fucking daylight ferchrissakes, only makes matters worse. That it could be shrugged off as Just The Way Things Are, No Big Deal puts the cherry on the sundae.

Then again, it must be acknowledged that Italy has always been pretty rough sledding for comely, unchaperoned young signorinas.

Unpleasant as the situation must have been for that poor girl, this infamous 1951 photo nonetheless seems fairly tame, innocent almost, compared to what the Muzzrat thugs in the aforementioned vid do. Too, we know for sure and certain that the lead Muzzie antagonist is in no way joking, exaggerating, or just showing off for his likewise high-spirited co-religionists—not a bit of it. The proferred warnings-cum-threats (promises, more like) are real, credible, and in deadly earnest, down to the last syllable.

Disgusting as it may look to present-day eyes, with the 1951 pic it could safely be assumed that running a gauntlet of catcalls, wolf-whistles, loud teeth-sucking noises, and kissy-faces would be the worst it was gonna get for the woman, the absolute limit. Having her clothes ripped off, being thrown to the sidewalk on her back, held down and gangbanged by a succession of excessively cologned, fashionably attired, impeccably coiffed Italian guys, though? No way!

In that time, even in that place, a pinch on the ass or a swift titty-grope as she walked by would’ve been thought by most to be way over the line of decency, propriety, and acceptable behavior, richly deserving of stern rebuke. Once the gropee’s father, uncles, and/or brothers got wind of it, the culprit could expect a thorough, enthusiastic mass ass-whupping to quickly ensue, if they didn’t just kill him outright. Said perp would also be expected to shut up and take his beating like a man, lest such shameful complaining and/or whinging earn him an encore after he healed up from Round Uno.

However, as has been well-established across Europe by now, with the Moslem “youths” in the vid purely-verbal intimidation is but the opening gambit, a prelude to much darker things soon to come.

After all, should this woman decline to heed the kindly advice of young Abdul-Abdel-Abdullah and his devout crew, appearing again sans veil after being duly instructed in what the Koranic Dress Code requires of females, then the only conclusion to be drawn by the Righteous is that the obstinate infidel-whore is in fact ASKING for it—that she in fact WANTS to be gang-raped to death, no?

All this in fucking ITALY, I remind you. Not Yemen, not Saudi Arabia, not Mogadishu, not Tehran. ITALY, gawd help us all.

Over There and in Amerika v2.0 alike, the filthy blaggards responsible for inflicting this plague of unassimilable tenth-century wharf rats on us have a hell of a lot to answer for. We can but hope and pray that before very much longer, those fiends will be called to account for their monstrous perfidy.

Happy Pearl Harbor Day!

SO, here’s where we’re at 83 years on: “Great” Britain, France, and Germany have all been overrun by Mooselimbs, without ever bothering to put up a fight. The FUSA has been overrun by pretty much everybody, including the ChiComs, who already effectively owned it lock, stock, and barrel anyway. Japan, after looking for a few years there like they’d be the Far Eastern nation that was gonna end up owning everything and everybody, is now a floundering economic and military basket case whose young men have been so cowed, beaten down, and feminized they can’t even be bothered to chase pussy anymore.

The Dutch? Same-same. Spain is well on its way to becoming Andalusia v2.0, just another brick in the global-caliphate wall. The Eyeties? Who cares. Does that country still even exist?

Korea is still scarred by a fiercely-enforced DMZ separating its two (2) halves after the Chinks stepped in and dealt the Yanks a solid ass-whupping which ran them back across the Yalu and out of Korea altogether. After almost two (2) decades of pointless war Vietnam was reunified, which all involved parties seem to regret.

Russia is having tremendous difficulty kicking ass and taking names against an adjoining former-USSR shitrapy around one-sixteenth its size which has been saddled with a corrupt government led by a midget robbing both his own nation and the FUSA blind.

Meanwhile, the FUSAn central goobermint is under the iron-fisted control of a shadowy cabal of authoritarian incompetents whose identities We Duh Sheepul will never know, not that most of us seem to care all that much one way or the other as long as we still have Netflix and Super Bowl Sunday to placate us. Said cabal installed as its frontman “President” a hilariously inept, barely-ambulatory, shameless, astoundingly corrupt, unintelligent career conman so far advanced into the final stages of dementia he has repeatedly gotten confused about where he is, why he’s there, how he got there, who brought him, who he’s supposed to be talking to, why certain ex-people who died years ago aren’t there, etc etc.

Then his own criminal organization masquerading as a political party elbowed him out and anointed as his replacement a visibly drunk, embarrassingly inarticulate, cackling old whore that nobody but NOBODY liked at all. Thankfully, an irrepressible, rambunctious, fun-loving outsider promising vengeance against the Swamp critters who have tormented him and his family incessantly for nigh on a decade kicked the day-drinking whore’s ass so hard she ended up wearing it as a hat, crushing her well beyond the margin of fraud which had sufficed to install the previous two (2) “Presidents” at the very least.

Now tell me again who won WW2, please. Hell, for the matter of it, can anybody truthfully be said to have won it? From where I’m sitting, it’s beginning to look like EVERYBODY lost.

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