RAYCISS!!!

GIVE TIL IT HURTS!

Oh, for the love of…

Posted on November 15, 2025November 16, 2025 by Mike 2 Comments

Just put a sock in it already, whiny-ass nigger bitch.

Would you believe that in the entirety of human history, no one has been oppressed as much as Michelle Obama? It’s true. Whenever she gets in front of a microphone, she can’t help but complain about how unfairly she’s been treated, how terrible white people are, or how racist our country is. She paints herself as chronically oppressed, endlessly scrutinized, and forever burdened by a country that never treated her fairly. I know it must not be easy having fame, fortune, a bunch of multimillion-dollar homes, and all that. It must be really, really brutal. The routine has become predictable, and her latest appearances only reinforce the sense that she carries a deep resentment toward white America, while insisting she’s the one who never got a fair shake.

Last month, in an interview with ABC’s Robin Roberts to promote her new book, she literally had the gall to claim that people unfairly scrutinized her while she was in the White House. Roberts began by quoting Michelle’s own words.

“You said, ‘We were all too aware that as the first black couple, we couldn’t afford any missteps.’ And you also say that as a black woman, ‘I was under a particularly white hot glare.’ Did you feel that?”

“For sure,” Michelle replied. “You can’t afford to get anything wrong because you didn’t get the, and at least until the country got to know us, we didn’t get the grace that I think some other families have gotten.”

Anyone who lived through the Obama years remembers the media environment. The media swooned over Barack’s speeches and treated Michelle like a cross between a fashion icon and a national therapist. Editors placed them on magazine covers every time they could justify it. Journalists fawned over Barack’s wardrobe, his aura, and even the crease in his pants, all while ignoring scandal after scandal after scandal. But, yeah, sure, let’s talk about how they were held to some fantasy standard that no first couple ever had to meet before or since.

Michelle Obama doesn’t know what unfair scrutiny is. She wouldn’t be able to tolerate a fraction of the scrutiny that the Trump family had to endure daily. Reporters attacked Melania for everything from her shoes to her accent. They smeared Trump’s children for no reason beyond their last name. Even the Bush family took heat, including the teenage daughters who never sought public attention. Those families took incoming fire every hour of every day.

Yet Michelle keeps insisting she lived through hardship that no other first family could possibly understand. Cry me a river. That narrative has become her brand.

Matt’s closing ‘graph is a killer.

Here’s a reality check, Michelle: You’re not a victim. You never were. The left canonized you the second you hit the national stage, and you’ve spent every moment since trashing America and demonizing white people — enough with the performative oppression routine. You’ve built an obscenely lucrative post-White House empire selling a completely fabricated narrative of “constant struggle” while swimming in wealth, worshipful media coverage, and cultural influence that 99.9% of Americans will never experience. Your sycophantic media allies breathlessly amplify every manufactured grievance as gospel, but your own venomous words keep exposing what this really is: barely concealed contempt and racism wrapped in designer victimhood.

So let’s tot it all up, then:

Not just one but three (3) palatial mansions in tony, exclusive locales;
A no-show job back in Chicago, arranged for her by her “husband” the Senator, which paid 350k/year;
24/7 Secret Service protection for the rest of her useless life;
More money than she can ever possibly spend even if she just started lighting handfuls of it on fire and throwing it into the street to burn;
Anything and everything she could want, hers merely for the asking;
A large staff of hairdressers, makeup artists, chefs, maids, chauffeurs, personal attendants, and miscellaneous go-fers, knob-polishers, and rumpswabs for whom her every word is their command

This is a woman who, for most of her adult life, has never wanted for anything whatsoever, has never known need or hunger or poverty or lack. A spacious, lovely home, designer clothes, shoes, jewelry, and purses—all hers, without her ever even having to go fetch any of it—she has “people” to send out on such lowly, menial tasks, see. She travels in the most rarified circles, keeps the most exalted company, rubs elbows with the rich and famous..

The fanciest restaurants, the finest wines, the best seats in the theater, the concert hall, or the arena…and all she has to do to get them is simply nod her head at the right time, in the right place, to the right person. Nothing more taxing or obsequious than that. The people in charge of these amenities WANT her to have them, for no more complex or justifiable reason than that she is who she is, knows who she knows, and hangs out with all the right people. Her taste, in everything from sports cars to cashmere sweaters, is beyond reproach; an approving word for a product, a service, or a facility murmured into the right ears can keep a business humming busily along for a year…as a negative assessment can shut one down forever.

All this finery, this pampering, this sycophancy, flattery, and preferential treatment, this carefree, luxurious lifestyle—no part of it either earned or, really, deserved, but all of it hers nonetheless, most of it free of charge—yet STILL this ingrate bitches, she whines, she moans, she kvetches about how terribly, terribly HARRRUD De Wite Mayne has made life for her.

Meanwhile, for all her claimed victimization by Rayciss!© White Debbil oppressors, she could search arduously every minute of the rest of her life and never find one single ghetto-blighted soul who wouldn’t jump at the chance to exchange places with her, the blind, self-obsessed cretin.

What must life be like with one so bitter, so unswervingly determined to be unhappy always, so intently focused on the black storm clouds in the far distance that she’s totally incapable of seeing the silver lining right in front of her nose? How could ANY normal, sane person live with such a bleak, cheerless sort? For that matter, how does such a morose person live with herself?

I never imagined it could be so, but it would seem that Big Mike is an even more annoying, insufferable twatwaffle than his/her/its light-in-the-loafers “husband” is.

To make her shit at all worth putting up with, she’d have to be funnier than Dave Chappelle; smarter and more eloquent than Thomas Sowell; more talented than Wynton Marsalis; more graceful than the Nicholas brothers; better-looking than Billy Dee Williams at 32; and more personable than Louis Armstrong. Alas for poor Moochelle, she comes up way, WAY short in every category.

Just once, just ONE. FUCKING. TIME in her miserable, oxygen-thieving existence, I wish I could see some burly, ill-tempered, and yes, WHITE project foreman hand her a shovel, direct her precious ass into a deep, muddy ditch, and command her to start digging and to go on digging until he specifically tells her to STOP. OH, what a beautiful sight that would be.

Violence: ENDORSED, wholeheartedly

Posted on November 5, 2025November 5, 2025 by Mike 2 Comments

For most D卐M☭CRATs, be they candidates, officeholders, Party officials, or voters, murdering their politicl opponents isn’t objectionable anymore, being more along the lines of SOP at this late date. As i said last night: OPEN. SEASON. Ace pretty much says it all in his post hed and lede:

By Electing Child-Murder Fantasist and Cop-Murder Enthusiast Jay Jones, Democrats Have Chosen Violence
—Ace

At some point, they will succeed in convincing us that the path to political victory runs through rivers of blood, and won’t that be fun.

A barrel o’ laughs, brother, a barrel o’ laughs. Now on to the article Ace cites.

Virginia voters just handed the state’s top law enforcement job to a man who fantasizes about shooting Republicans in the head. Democrat Jay Jones, a former state delegate with a history of unhinged remarks, narrowly defeated Republican incumbent Jason Miyares on Tuesday, winning 51.6% of the vote with 80% of precincts reporting, according to the Associated Press. His victory marks a stunning comeback for a candidate who spent the final stretch of the campaign explaining away violent threats and a sketchy community service arrangement tied to a reckless driving case.

Jones’s troubles began when 2022 text messages surfaced in which he told then–Republican colleague Carrie Coyner he’d give former House Speaker Todd Gilbert “two bullets to the head” and “piss on his grave.” Coyner also recalled Jones remarking in 2020 that “the deaths of a few police officers could save other lives.”

Just two days before those texts leaked, court records revealed that Jones had satisfied a reckless driving sentence — after being caught going 116 mph in a 70 — by logging half of his required 1,000 hours of community service with his own political action committee, Meet Our Moment. Prosecutors later appointed a special investigator to look into whether Jones misrepresented those hours. The deal spared him jail time and left him with only a $1,500 fine.

Miyares, whose mother escaped communist Cuba and who made history in 2021 as Virginia’s first Hispanic attorney general, ran on law and order. But Democrats rallied around Jones despite the violent rhetoric and ethics questions, proving once again that partisan loyalty trumps basic decency. Virginians may have voted for change — but what they got is an attorney general who once said the quiet part out loud: he dreams about killing his political opponents.

The piece closes with a bitterly factual quote from Johnny MAGA: “Political violence is officially a mainstream position in the Democrat Party.” Yep, it is at that, and no two ways about it. Time and well past time, then, that people on Our Side started acting as if they believed it.

Nig-O-Ween?

Posted on October 29, 2025October 29, 2025 by Mike

Oh for cripe’s sake.

Black influencer says Halloween is when white people cut off slaves heads and put candles in them (outright lie)

“White mans holiday — pumpkins are a symbol of what they did to our people”

“I’m gonna need y’all to be careful with how y’all celebrate Halloween because pumpkins… pic.twitter.com/WdFHJfS2rJ

— Wall Street Apes (@WallStreetApes)

October 27, 2025

If they couldn’t whine, they’d have nothing to say at all.

A big part of the reason why I find the JewJewJewJEEEEW-haters schtick so annoying is the way they blame Dem Pesky JOOOZ for absolutely every bad thing that’s ever happened, going all the way back to the crucifixion of Christ (sorry, imbeciles, that’s actually down to the Romans). Sounds exactly like the Nig-Nogs blaming De Wite Man for all their troubles to me. You’d think that at least SOME of them would find that near-equivalence embarrassing. You’d be dead wrong about that, too.

“Dear Americans. The British Aren’t Cowards, You Are”

Posted on August 30, 2025August 30, 2025 by Mike

That title alone alerts you that this one’s gonna be very provocative indeed.

Americans don’t realize how screwed their own country is or why Brits aren’t pussies for only responding now… So I’ll explain.

In Britain you’re broke and can’t afford a house and the government’s flooding you with migrants… but you can still walk down the street to a bar where everyone’s white and knows your name, see your dad and granddad talking with the old guys inside, hang with your friends from school, everyone cheers during the game, and then go back to your miserable little apartment with a girl you had a crush on in grade 10.

Maybe 1 in 10,000 Americans could imagine something like that ever happening to them on the best night of their life. This is just a good weekend out of the year in any English town.

Likewise in America its nightmarish to imagine a little white girl would be harassed by brown and black foreigners… Because Americans already fled that in the 1960s and every subsequent decade and every hour of work of the average white American is so they can afford to avoid brown and black people.

What we are seeing in the UK is Britain becoming 20% as bad as America was just getting in 1961.

And the Brits are on the brink of Civil war over it.

What’s your excuse Yankee?

White Americans suffered 10,000x worse to be done to their children, daughters and communities… And then agreed that their friends should lose their job for being racist, that their kids should be back of the line for school admissions, and that Bill Cosby was an authority on fatherhood.

You don’t get to call Scots and English “cucks” when America has had grooming gangs and mass rape since THE 1960s, and you all are such buck-broken cowards that you will watch the NFL and cheer for all the black guys out on the field. Or insist that Will Smith is your favorite actor, or you voted for Barack Obama over a white Vietnam Veteran because you didn’t see color.

Rishi Sunak never won a single British general election… Obama won Twice.

Ouch! Dude, no need to be cruel about it, y’know.

Update! Point, meet counterpoint.

Requiem for a Dying Realm: Us Bastards Are Your One and Only Fucking Chance
You are perched on a precipice of your own making. The British Isles tremble, not from some external foe, but from the internal rot of a nobility that has forgotten what strength looks like. You have traded your swords for scepters of straw, your honor for hollow treaties, and your birthright for the approving murmur of your equally enfeebled continental cousins. And now the bill has come due.

Look at what you have wrought. Your cities seethe with the consequences of your weakness. You imported your own destruction, then handed it a pamphlet on human rights and a council flat. The native spirit—the one that once carved out an empire under men of iron—is now prosecuted by the state you let fester. You jail the men who would stand for you and coddle the barbarians who dream of your subjugation. You are a kingdom policing its own funeral.

And who leads you? An establishment softened by decades of peace they did not earn, and have not paid for, led by instincts of surrender, not command. They prattle of NATO and global obligations—chains that bind a lion to a tree while the hyenas close in. Do not look across the Atlantic for salvation. America will watch, she will perhaps arm you, but she will not bleed for a people who have forgotten the taste of their own blood. You must be broken on the wheel of your own folly before you can be remade.

And who, pray tell, will remake you? Not your precious legitimate sons. Those polished, entitled scions clutch their silver spoons like daggers, terrified to get blood on their waistcoats. Look at how they already prepare to run. They’re nothing more than mere spectators of decline, not masters of resurgence.

No. The only steel left in the spine of this crumbling realm is the steel you cast out. That you choose to ignore. For we frighten you. Though you can never admit it and hate us the more for this cowardice. Us.

The bastards.

The pattern is older than your crumbling castles. When the legitimate line grows weak and inbred, chins too softened to take a blow, you summon the bastard stock from the provinces to restore the walls. You grant us the titles you left to molder in dusty ledgers—the viscountcies of barren moors, the earldoms of neglected highlands, the baronies of windswept isles. You give us lands choked with thorns and memory, and we will make them flourish again, because we understand that land is not an asset—it’s a charge. We are no threats to your crown, to your lofty titles; we’re their only conceivable bulwark. Oh, we’ll do the brutal, ruthless necessaries your polite society hasn’t the stomach for. We’ve the chins and scars on our dark souls for the rough bits.

This is not a request. Neither is it a threat. It’s an indictment and your final offer. Swallow your pride and summon us. Grant us the right to defend what you cannot. Or will not. Or do not.

Methinks the bastard just might be onto something here.

Crooked cop brought down HARD

Posted on August 9, 2025August 9, 2025 by Mike

Bondi has been a bit of a let-down so far, at least to me. Happily though, along with Our Tulsi, Kash Patel is really delivering the goods. To date I have yet to be disappointed by the way both of them interpret their job responsibilities. Nor can I find fault with their work ethic; their embrace of the underlying principles which define the uniquely American concept of public service; their obvious competence; their likewise obvious disinclination to pull their rhetorical punches; their eagerness to attack, attack, and attack again, keeping the skeer on his/our/America’s adversaries until the enemy’s fighting spirit, as well as his will to resist, have been well and truly crushed.

Kash Patel slams ‘corrupt’ sanctuary sheriff indicted for cannabis company extortion
Tompkins faces up to 20 years in prison on each count after allegedly exploiting dispensary partnership for personal gain

Boston’s sanctuary sheriff was arrested Friday on federal charges after allegedly leveraging his elected position to extort $50,000 from a cannabis executive who was seeking state approval to open a dispensary—a scheme FBI Director Kash Patel called a betrayal of public trust.

Suffolk County Sheriff Steven Tompkins, 67, who oversees more than 1,000 employees in the Boston-area, was handcuffed Friday morning in the Southern District of Florida after a federal grand jury indicted him on two counts of extortion under color of official right, according to a statement from the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Massachusetts.

“When someone entrusted with enforcing the law is accused of breaking it for personal gain, it undermines the public’s trust in every honest officer who wears the badge,” Patel told Fox News Digital. “The FBI will pursue corruption at every level, because no one is above the law. The people of Suffolk County, and the country, deserve leaders who serve them, not themselves.”

Tompkins was appointed sheriff of the Suffolk County Sheriff’s Department (SCSD) in 2013, elected in a 2014 special election, and later re-elected to serve successive six-year terms.

He made headlines in 2019 after booting Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agents out of the county jail, signing an eviction notice that required hundreds of illegal immigrant detainees to be moved out within 60 days, according to a report from the Boston Herald.

This grifting, grafting shitlick looks about like you’d probably expect he would. Exhibit A for the prosecution:

Gee whiz, color me shocked…NOT. Color him, y’know, colored. Or blaque, on the dark(ie) side, melanin-enhanced, whatevs. Below the fold, I’ll tuck some highly offensive song lyrics from USDA certified odd duck Johnny Rebel, from a CD resto of an early/mid-60s single. The CD, titled For Segregationists Only, was given me by one of my closest NYC friends—an outside the lines catch so far underground nobody would suspect a hipster Manhattanite to know about it, much less own a copy himself.

If blue-collar racist slurs make your skin crawl, your gorge rise, and your blood boil, you’ll definitely want to shine this one on and act as if it doesn’t exist—which, in practical terms, for you it doesn’t. Trust me, we’ll all be better off for it. For less sensitive scoundrels, scalawags, and scapegraces who are made of sterner stuff, y’all reprobates will probably find this as rib-tickling as I do.

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RIP John C Zander

Posted on June 29, 2025June 30, 2025 by Mike

More familiar to denizens of the blogosphere as ZMan, dead far too young (not even 60 years old? Dooood, SRSLY?!?) from what is said to be “natural causes.” Our bosom blog-buddy The Tactical Hermit mourns the loss, and makes the proverbial silk purse out of a sow’s ear by drawing inspiration therefrom.

One of the great minds of the Dissident Right has left us. Although I am sad I know what question Z would pose to all of us: Which one of you is going to pick up the standard and carry on the fight? My answer: Count me in Z. Here I am. Send Me.

Well reasoned and/or -spoken, TH. The Hermit then steers us, bless his coal-black heart, over to Sido’s impassioned obit.

The Dissident Right will miss him. His real name was John Christopher Zander and his was a powerful, sober voice and a needed contrast to the multitude of silly fools and/or degenerates that often dominate the conversation in the medium of social media that rewards the loud and obnoxious at the expense of the serious and thoughtful.

He was a pretty private person. I know he still had a regular job and it sounded to me like he did consulting of some sort. Whatever it was, I got the impression that he was good enough at it that he could move from Baltimore, a city he lived in for many years and referred to Lagos, to West Virginia. He was apparently doxxed by the anti-White hate group that calls itself “The Southern Poverty Law Center” but I didn’t even realize it as he didn’t mention it to my recollection and it didn’t appear to impact him professionally but it does reinforce that the SPLC, ADL and other anti-White hate groups are made up of the very worst people in America. There is a great deal of freedom in finding a way to make a living that is insulated from Their shenanigans.

His writing was usually lucid and thoughtful although he did have an amusing tendency toward typos and misspelling that he didn’t seem to care about. He lived alone for as long as I can remember reading him, and it has been a long time, probably at least 10 years as his was one of the websites I frequented before starting my new blog.

Plenty more at Arthur’s joint, including remembrances from such notable quotables as AmRen’s Jared Taylor; the excommunicated but nonetheless highly esteemed John Derbyshire*; and this Peter Brimelow character—who, for many years, was one of the reclusive ZMan’s very few close personal friends. Thus:

The Zman was a somewhat solitary creature. He had recently moved to West Virginia and had two cats but as far as I know he wasn’t married, perhaps was divorced?, didn’t have a girlfriend nor close family. While I don’t know who found him, the local sheriff contacted the Brimelows who managed to track down a relative. Like I said, he was a solitary guy but seemed mostly comfortable with that. He was getting into gardening, bought an older truck to fix up, was working on a badly needed update to his blog and generally seemed to be enjoying life. He struck me as someone that it would have been a lot of fun to hang out with in his garage enjoying a cold beverage.

I didn’t agree with The Zman on every issue or position, the only person I agree with 100% of the time is the handsome devil looking back at me in the mirror, but I agreed with him almost all of the time. He epitomized the Dissident Right, being someone focused on what really is and not what we wish would be.

Ditto, Arthur. I’ve long since forgotten who it was, but years back somebody or other made a brilliant observation regarding political figures: If you find yourself in agreement with such a personage one hundred percent of the time, you badly need to reflect on the situation, and carefully—because at least one of you, quite possibly both, is literally insane.

Time was, I excerpted/linked almost every one of ZMan’s essays after each successive one had been published. Similarly, I never failed to at least read each one, regardless of whether I felt the topic was suitable for discussion at CF—which potential for becoming blog-fodder is always lurking in my mind with every blog post, op-ed piece, or mainstream think-piece I read. Over the past cpl-three years, however, I gradually lost interest in ZMan’s stuff—feeling, fairly or unfairly, that it had become somewhat repetitive, stale, even. Whether my assessment was at all accurate I’ll leave for others to judge. Whatever the case may be, my visits to the Z Blog gradually tapered off until finally, they’d stopped altogether.

No matter; rest ye well, ZMan. From its inception, the Z-Blog was one of those rarely-seen blogospheric phenomena which wash over the world of socio-political commentary like a tsunami, sweeping the somnambulant intellectual convention, overwrought juvenilia, and monochromatic groupthink of the moment away before it as if they were of no more lasting significance than any other flotsam of leaves, dust, and random lightweight debris tossed hither and yon by a pre-storm gust front. The impact your insight, analysis, and most especially your artful writing—uncorrected “amusing typos” notwithstanding—had on our community was so high, wide, deep, and powerful as to be beyond estimation.

* NOTE: After wading through paywall after paywall looking for an unbowdlerized version to link to above, I downloaded the full version of Derbyshire’s world-renowned, explosively controversial, widely misunderstood and/or misrepresented “The Talk” article, which I plan to post on its own separate page here at CF, if only just to make the shitlibs cry and for no other reason.

Update! There, we’re all set! John Derbyshire’s “The Talk” Pts 1 and 2, unexpurgated and in their entirety, have found their Forever Home right here at Ye Aulde Colde Furye Blogge (check the Navbar directly below our Angry Guy header image, scrunched all the way over on the right-hand side). I’m pleased and proud to be in a position to see to it that, from now on, none of y’all RAYCISS!!© reprobates will need to wastefully expend time and energy hunting all over Hell and half of Georgia looking for them. Better yet, y’know, neither will I.

High speed low drag update! Asked myself what the hey, why not simplify things around here a mite? I mean, no way a single page of mainly text could ever be so damned bloated as to make the server gag on it, right? Neither is the aforementioned file likely to be so achingly slooooow to load that you Patient Readers will nod off, leaving y’all slumped semi-conscious over your desk, your energy sapped, your eyeballs red, burning, and itchy after you’d spent the last twenty, twenty-five minutes being mesmerized by the Spinning Beach Ball of Death while you just waited…and waited…and waited for the infernal page to finally, FINALLY come up in your browser tab.

Having been smacked square in the gob by these gladsome realizations made it clear as crystal that the decision had been made for me already. That in turn meant there was but one option available to me at this point, so I went ahead on and consolidated Parts One and Two into one fat, lengthy, bodaciously streamlined package.

Let’s get this party STARTED, people!

Posted on June 12, 2025June 12, 2025 by Mike

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.

President of the Mexican Senate (TODAY):

“We’ll build the wall and pay for it. But we’ll do it according to the 1830 map of Mexico… Mexicans were settled in these territories before the U.S. The Mexicans living there are in what has always been their homeland.” pic.twitter.com/dvN6efNiSr

— COMBATE |🇵🇷 (@upholdreality)

June 9, 2025

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?

Racism, straight up

Posted on May 21, 2025May 21, 2025 by Mike

Sick-making, that’s what.

Episcopal Church Refuses To Resettle White South African Refugees, Citing ‘Racial Justice’ Commitment
Episcopal Migration Ministries has long resettled refugees in the United States, but is now refusing to resettle white South Africans.

Presiding Bishop Sean Rowe announced the decision on behalf of Episcopal Migration Ministries on Monday, just a day after 49 South Africans began their journey to the United States.

Rowe went on to say that the organization, which has a long history of receiving federal grants to resettle refugees, will terminate their agreements with the government. “We have determined that, by the end of the federal fiscal year, we will conclude our refugee resettlement grant agreements with the U.S. federal government.”

President Donald Trump extended refugee status to white South Africans amid concerns that the minority group is being subjected to racial discrimination and has been scapegoated by politicians who’ve called for violence against them.

“South Africa is confiscating land, and treating certain classes of people VERY BADLY,” Trump said in a post on Truth Social in February. “It is a bad situation that the Radical Left Media doesn’t want to so much as mention. A massive Human Rights VIOLATION, at a minimum, is happening for all to see.”

The Trump administration announced an executive order just days later, offering white South Africans refugee status in the United States. The administration cited “hateful rhetoric and government actions fueling disproportionate violence against racially disfavored landowners,” as well as a new law that will “enable the government of South Africa to seize ethnic minority Afrikaners’ agricultural property without compensation.”

Controversy erupted after Julius Malema, a member of the National Assembly of South Africa, chanted “shoot to kill” and “kill the boer” at a political rally in reference to the Dutch South African population.

Funny, innit, how when it’s Whypeepuh being systematically stripped of their fundamental rights, possessions, and property; brutally beaten, raped, and murdered in job lots because reasons; and literally genocided by a vengeful, lawless government and the savage mobs it incites, Amerikan shitlibs seem to be either willfully blind to it, blandly indifferent, or actively in favor of it. Funny, but not in a “ha ha” kind of way.

But hey, at least those poor, unjustly oppressed Nee-grows now have the opportunity to prove themselves every bit as competent, deserving, and sensible as their deposed former masters, right? All they ever needed was the freedom to succeed, Oppressor! Now that de White Debbil’s boot has been removed from de Black Man’s neck at last, just watch dose Darkies soar!!

Ummmm. Well. About all that…

South Africa black-owned farms ‘failing’
Some 90% of farms redistributed to South Africa’s black population from white farmers are not productive, the government has said.

Land reform minister Gugile Nkwinti warned the land might be repossessed if the farms continued to fail.

Almost 60,000 sq km (23,000 sq miles) have been redistributed under policies aimed at benefiting black people who were left impoverished by apartheid.

The BBC’s Pumza Fihlani in Johannesburg says some black farmers are likely to argue that they have been struggling to get the resources and skills to develop their land.

No worries; the global Handwringer Left sob-sisters will see to it they get their “resources” sure enough—completely free of charge, obligation, or expectation, again and again and again. Skills, on the other hand, will be another story altogether, or so I suspect. A sense of personal responsibility, duty, and the requisite “work ethic,” all left curiously unmentioned in the Beeb piece? Sorry, ain’t happening, not in a million bajillion years it ain’t. At least, it hasn’t over the last million bajillion years, at any rate; no reason to think that’s gonna change now just because certain Wokester idjits so desperately need for it to, so’s their cherished PC shibboleths don’t crash and burn right before their swollen, teary eyes, right?

Kipling saw the whole sorry mess coming long, long ago.

Take up the White Man’s burden—
And reap his old reward,
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard—
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah slowly!) toward the light—
“Why brought ye us from bondage,
“Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden—
Ye dare not stoop to less—
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden—
Have done with childish days—
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgement of your peers.

Huh. That ain’t gonna make the aforementioned teary-eyed Wokester idjits feel any better either, I shouldn’t think. Worse, if anything—particularly that sinister “judgement of your peers” implication.

In Amerika v2.0, it’s the same old same old

Posted on April 16, 2025April 16, 2025 by Mike

WELL, that certainly didn’t take long.

The ‘Victim’ Saga of Karmelo Anthony Gets Better As Details Emerge About the ‘Minister’ Backing Him
Earlier this month, I reported the story of 17-year-old Austin Metcalf. Metcalf, a star standout football player in Texas, was attending a track meet that involved several area high schools competing. When 17-year-old Karmelo Anthony, a student from another school, came to sit in the area reserved for Metcalf’s school, Metcalf told him he was sitting in the wrong place. Anthony reached into a bag he was carrying and threatened Metcalf. Metcalf then pushed him to get him to leave. That was when Anthony pulled a knife out of the bag and fatally stabbed Metcalf. But now, as the story is being spun to portray Anthony as the victim, new information is coming out about one of his most ardent backers.

That supporter is Dominique Alexander. He is a self-proclaimed “minister” and activist. But for a supposed man of the cloth, he has a pretty sketchy and violent past that may throw a wrench into the “Anthony as the victim” narrative. The first incident involving Alexander took place in 2009 when he was arrested for causing serious bodily injury to a two-year-old child. He admitted to shaking the child but claimed the injuries were accidental. For that offense, he faced first-degree felony charges, but through a series of plea deals and probation, he did not serve any jail time.

Fuck Anthony, fuck Alexander, and fuck any and every other dad-blamed idjit who dares to claim “victim” status for this murdering nigger thug.

But when the race industry grifters smell an opportunity, you had better get out of the way. Almost immediately after the story came out, it took a sadly predictable turn. Supporters of Karmelo Anthony emerged, insisting that he was the true victim and there was even a wild story about how Austin Metcalf had bullied Anthony, who then acted in self-defense.

Also maybe more than a bit predictable in a post-Black Lives Matter culture are not only the pictures of Karmelo Anthony in a suit and tie, putting a clean-cut face on the “victim” narrative, but also what the Anthony family did with the roughly $400,000 that has been raised on a GiveSendGo fundraiser page, presumably for “legal fees.” My colleague Bonchie reported that those fees were, in fact, not used for legal fees, but instead, the family has moved into a $900,000 home in a gated community. The next logical question has to be, does the good “Pastor” Alexander smell a big payday as the donations mount up?

Of COURSE he does. He’ll probably get himself a nice taste too, although maybe not as nice a one as he’d wish. Which reminds me of one I left out earlier: FUCK each and every dumbfuck, White or Black, who kicked in on this appalling, grotesque fundraiser.

So let’s review, shall we? 1) Worthless nigger shanks decent White kid with no real provocation, primarily due to the oft-seen, reliably deadly combination in Amerikan Neegrows of a) piss-poor impulse control, and b) innate tendencies to violence and/or mayhem; 2) Decent White Kid dies from injuries inflicted publicly, before numerous witnesses, for no good reason; 3) Mouthbreathing morons stampede to hit the Give Send Go fundie, leaving WN richer than his most avaricious dreams could’ve ever imagined; 3) Dr Right Reverend Minister Dom’i’niq’ue Sh’Kwanzelle Alexander smells what’s cooking, elbows his way in for a big ol’ slice of dat cash-money pie; 4) Kamelo “T-bone” Ant’ny and fam “move on up,” a la George and Weezy, to “a dee-luxe apaaahkmint” in a gated community, live happily ever after; 5) Austin Metcalf remains dead, and unavenged.

Ugh. Totally, totally sickening, that’s what. Then again, this is one sick, sick society we live in today; even a cursory look at the details of this story tells ya that much.

SOS

Posted on January 30, 2025 by Mike

Say it with me, people: they won’t stop. They will never stop. They will have to BE stopped.

The Mean Girls of liberal media
A New York magazine hit-piece on the alleged ‘cruelty’ of Trump supporters has backfired spectacularly.

Since Donald Trump’s inauguration last week, there has been much coping and seething in progressive media outlets, and among the smattering of people who still pay attention to them.

New York magazine really took the biscuit with an article this week entitled, ‘The Cruel Kids’ Table’, illustrated by a cover photo of young revellers at an exclusive Trump inauguration party in Washington, DC. The people in the photo are dressed to the nines in tuxedos and evening gowns, with glowy tanned skin and big smiles. Also, everyone in the picture is white.

The title and the photo together are clearly meant to invoke horrible memories in readers of being stuffed into lockers by the high-school jock because you – a pathetic loser – looked at his pretty, blonde, cheerleader girlfriend. The implication is crystal clear: look at these horrible, white bullies! Look how cruel they are, celebrating this new racist, homophobic regime!

Notably, the article twice references a supposed lack of non-white guests at different pro-Trump parties. However, it has since transpired that the magazine cropped out several black party-goers from the cover photograph. Black Republican CJ Pearson posted on X that he actually hosted the event in the photo. He says that New York magazine ‘intentionally left me out of their story because it would have undermined [its] narrative that MAGA is some racist cult’.

Even more damning, Pearson said that the New York article purposefully neglects to mention some of the party’s high-profile black attendees. Waka Flocka Flame, a black rapper with almost two million followers on X, gets only a fleeting mention. Gervonta Davis, a black professional boxer with eight million Instagram followers, isn’t mentioned at all. These oversights were not simply careless. This is bad faith.

Which of course is exactly what it was, and is. I repeat: who they are, what they do. I refer you yet again to Mike’s Iron Laws for further details, specifically #’s 873 and 4296-54E, addendum 67. Also #462, just for good measure. The genuinely hilarious part is, having gotten away with their shit scot-free for so very long now, Jurassic Media shitlibs think it a given that they’re always gonna. Hence the look of stunned amazement on their smug faces when that unfounded assumption whirls around and bites ’em on the ass. UNEXPECTED!!!©

Note: the above link is to Instapundit, where you’ll find a link to the excerpted article; it’s paywalled, but 12Ft.io worked nicely for me. For whatever reason, as time has gone by 12Ft has become unreliable enough that it’s slipped from being my go-to option to being replaced by Internet Archive’s Wayback Machine. In this particular instance, though, it was vice the versa: Internet Archive shit the bed, but 12Ft came through like a champ. I haven’t the vaguest clue why that might be, but…well, there it is.

The race thing

Posted on December 17, 2024December 17, 2024 by Mike

Scott Pinsker kicks it around a bit, most of which I agree with, some of which I do not.

Very Respectfully, ‘White Privilege’ Is a Steaming Load of Crap

DING! First disagreement, however piddling: “Respectfully’s” ass; Leftist cretins who constantlty howl about “White privilege” get no respect whatever from me. Onwards.

Not too long ago, it was considered taboo to draw unnecessary attention to someone’s ethnicity, skin color, or racial identity. Black, white, brown — whatever: Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. made such a compelling argument about judging each other on the “content of our character” instead of the color of our flesh that he thoroughly discredited his opponents.

This was one of the less-publicized legacies of King: He made racism sound pretty stupid. (Of course, it is.)

Collectively, we judged Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. by the content of his character and wished we could be more like him. Being a racist was just about the worst thing you could be!

So if you’re over the age of 40, you’ve had friends, teammates, acquaintances, dates, classmates, and colleagues of all kinds of different ethnicities. Most of the time, your conversations never pertained to skin color; it was irrelevant. It’s not that you were unaware of racial distinctions; after all, noting that white and black people look different doesn’t make you racist — it makes you minimally observant. But why bring it up?

Let’s face it, if the most interesting thing about someone is their ethnicity, they’re probably a boring person. And who wants to be friends with someone boring?

This MLK approach to race led to impressive results within an astonishingly short period of time: Just a few decades after “colored” restrooms, segregation, and other examples of actual systemic racism, America changed.

We even elected a black president!

Yeah, THERE’S something to really be proud of. Tell me, how’d putting Bathhouse Barry in the Oval Office work out for ya in the end? For America? For pretty much everybody on the whole goddamned planet?!?

I’m fine with King’s “content of character, not color of skin” argument, for whatever that’s worth. That said, anyone, black OR white, who tries to contend that, in the US at least, there aren’t fundamental differences between Blacks and Whites is gonna end up falling flat on his face…a face that has egg all over it, just to play my favorite game of mixing a few metaphors here.

During my first trip across the Pond (England, to be specfic), I noticed that European Nee-grows were not at ALL like our homegrown variety. Without exception, they talked like the Whypeepuh around them, dressed like them, walked like them, behaved like them. At Heathrow airport; riding the Tube; in the streets and shops of London; way out on the North Sea Coast near Great Yarmouth, even, I was astonished to observe that, despite plenty of Pyrsynzz of Chocolate all around me, I never saw a single nigger anywhere I went. Same-same in Helsinki, Pori, Aitoo, Amsterdam, Maastricht, any- and everywhere. Black people, sure; niggers, emphatically NO.

Curious, innit? Why, one might almost conclude that what we’re looking at here is less a racial phenomenon and more a cultural one.

Beginning with Clarence Burch, Fritz Moore, Reggie Graham, and Harry T McDowell in elementary school—all of whom had standing play-date invites from my parents, over which I’m sure said parents would’ve caught heat from at least a couple of the neighbors—I’ve had Black friends my entire life. I have plenty of ’em still—male and female, young, old, and in-between—and though I’ve never broached the topic of racial distinctions in America with any of them, sooner or later most of THEM have. Those conversations reveal a strong concensus opinion amongst my Black friends, expressed bluntly by my good friend of many years’ standing Mel: “If some White yuppie girl you know ever tries to tell you there ain’t no such thing as a nigger, you tell her from me she don’t know enough Black people yet.”

Now, Mel just happens to be one of the hardest working, most industrious and enterprising dudes I ever have known, of any race or ethnicity: a handsome, natty-dressing family-man type who prides himself on taking good care of his five children, although he HAS been known to step out on his wife once in a rare while—momentary lapses he owned up to fully with the wife, and tried to make amends for as best he could. Good thing, too; Mel’s ol’ lady, a wonderful woman I also know well (HELLA good cook, too; she and Mel both are, actually), just ain’t nobody to mess around with like that, she simply won’t stand for such.

Not wishing to hurt Mel’s feelings or insult him in any way, I eschew the N-word around him, although he’ll blithely throw it in now and again himself when he deems it appropriate. Which, y’know, he sometimes does; he’s usually right about it, too. As CF Lifers already know, I don’t hold back on deploying the word ‘round here, if only to shock, horrify, and antagonize any shitlibs who may have wandered in by mistake. Because, y’know, FUCK them, that’s why.

There are indeed distinctions to be made between American Whites and Nee-grows, a great many of ‘em, and vive la différence, I say. It’s always been my opinion that those distinctions ought not be denied but actively, enthusiastically celebrated, having brought us such worthwhile things as jazz, back-porch blues, and rock and roll; top-notch athletes in every sport; gifted stage and/or screen actors; even some damned excellent writers like, say, the awesome Chester Hymes, among others.

Yep, there are many differences, both subtle and profound, between Blacks and Whites in this country; may it ever be thus. As the saying goes, variety is the spice of life; right straight to hell, then, with the uninteresting, insipid café au lait-colored admixtures the shitlibs work so assiduously to cram down our throats.

Did someone say “shithole” just now?

Posted on December 12, 2024December 12, 2024 by Mike

Why yes, I believe someone did.

It turns out that Haiti is indeed a shithole
One of my MP buddies had been in Haiti after a hurricane. Disaster relief and all that. Some of the locals had decided to steal a 55-gallon drum of something or other. Just tipped it over and rolled it away, all the way to their shack. Now, this being Haiti, a lot of the roads are dirt roads, which means that my MP buddy and his squad simply had to follow the tracks that are left when one is rolling a 55 gallon drum. And so the did. Just following the tracks for about 500 yards, whereupon they found the 55 gallon drum “hidden” under a pile of garbage, and when my buddy and his squad went to retrieve that drum, they were met with accusations of theft and thuggery. And when my buddy pointed out that they were simply retrieving an item that the locals had stolen, every single person there swore on a stack of bibles that they didn’t steal anything.

Despite the evidence. The blatant, obvious evidence that they had stolen the 55 gallon drum, clearly marked as US property, with the tracks still fresh and clean in the dirt road.

Haiti is a shithole. It’s always been a shithole. The Dominican Republic knows this, which is why they built a fence along their border with Haiti and they refuse to let Haitians into the DR. There is absolutely no reason that we should be letting Haitians into the USA, as the chance of them acculturating and integrating is pretty damn small. If you want to help Haiti, do it in Haiti, but you’re going to have to bring guns, a strong stomach, and the will to be ruthless to the gangs that currently control Haiti. And I don’t see many Americans willing to do that. In order to help Haiti, you have to be willing to kill the cannibalistic gangs. Let me say that louder for the people in the back: In order to help Haiti, you have to be willing to shoot the gangs that are killing and eating people. I don’t see the American public being willing to (do) that.

I don’t see the American sheepul being willing to do much of anything that would inconvenience themselves in even the smallest way. Best thing to do for Haiti is to get the hell out of the nightmarish hellhole altogether, stay the hell out, and studiously ignore its very existence henceforth. Let the feral CHIDs (Cannibalistic Humanoid Island Dwellers) burn their own country to the ground if that’s what they want to do, and to hell with every man Jack of them. The DR obviously understands the proper way to deal with Haiti, which doesn’t involve “helping” in any way, shape, or form. And after all, having been forced by an accident of geography to live next door to these irredeemable animals, who would know better than they?

Justice, for once, is served

Posted on December 9, 2024December 9, 2024 by Mike

I’m stunned.

Daniel Penny acquitted in subway chokehold death of Jordan Neely, sparking applause, uproar in NYC courtroom
A Manhattan jury has cleared Daniel Penny of criminal wrongdoing in the chokehold death of Jordan Neely on a crowded subway — a caught-on-video killing that sparked fierce debate over the city’s mental health system and crime underground.

The courtroom erupted in applause as the panelists acquitted Penny of criminally negligent homicide — which could have put him behind bars for up to four years — in Neely’s chokehold death aboard a crowded uptown F train in May 2023.

The part I bolded is probably the most stunning of all. Oh, and by the way, NYP: it was NOT a “chokehold death” as you so manipulatively claim. More on that later.

Penny immediately broke out a huge smile and turned to hug defense attorney Thomas Kenniff — even as Neely’s father, Andre Zachary, was escorted from the courtroom.

“Racist f—ing country,” one Black Lives Matter supporter yelled as she left the room. Another Neely supporter, turning to Penney, screamed, “It’s a small world, buddy,” before leaving the room.

If Penny and his family aren’t already halfway to their new FLA home by now, they’re nuts. One of Penny’s lawyers asks the most pertinent question of them all.

Jurors sided with Penny’s defense attorneys, who had argued that the Marine veteran was justified in rushing to protect his fellow subway straphangers when he subdued the erratic homeless man. The lawyers had also questioned whether there was sufficient evidence that the chokehold caused Neely’s death.

“Who do you want on the next train ride with you?” one of his lawyers, Steven Raiser, in his closing statement in Manhattan Supreme Court.

“The guy with the earbuds minding his own business who you know would be there for you if something happened? Or perhaps you just hope that someone like Jordan Neely does not enter that train when you are all alone, all alone in a crowd of others frozen with fear?”

Or, perhaps, this fine, upstanding New Yorker:

This is what Democrats have let New York City become. Absolutely revolting. I hope Daniel Penny is found innocent and gets the hell out of that shithole. pic.twitter.com/jhHfifwHKw

— Jaimee Michell (@thegaywhostrayd)

December 7, 2024

Now for that “chokehold death” horseshit.

Twilight of the Race Hustle
“There is nothing more fake than when the libs pretend to have an emotional outpouring over some dead loser they didn’t give a f**k about while they were living.” — Aimee Terese

Were you thinking of Daniel Penny this weekend? A year and a half ago, the US marine veteran, age 26, subdued one Jordan Neely, 30, a homeless schizophrenic with a record of 42 arrests who was menacing riders on a New York City subway car. Neely was, at the time, a fugitive on an arrest warrant for felony assault on a sixty-seven-year-old woman. Penny applied a choke hold after Neely declared he was of a mind to kill somebody on the train. Neely was still alive when the cops came, but they declined to give him CPR because he was filthy and an apparent drug-user, and they feared getting AIDS or hepatitis from giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. . . so Neely died there in the subway.

Again: bold mine, and entirely dispositive. Meanwhile, via Ace, NYC’s rational, eminently fair minded Nee-grow community is reacting to the verdict with all the sober, judicious moderation we’ve come to expect from them—ie, by declaring a total chimp-out.

BLM leader Hawk Newsome calls for “black vigilantes” to get active following Daniel Penny’s acquittal pic.twitter.com/yRtqDHecIX

— Amit Shah (Parody) (@Motabhai012)

December 9, 2024

You got a mighty big mouth on ya for somebody who represents 13-14% of the total population, I’d say. Whyn’tcha shag your sorry ass down here to South Cackalacky with that shit, see how that works out for ya.

Got a cpl-three more links on this story waiting for attention, but I wanted to go ahead and get this much up quick as I could, so expect updates later on.

No pressure

Posted on December 7, 2024 by Mike

Is the misbegotten Daniel Penny trial coming apart at the seams? Or is the biased, rabidly anti-White “judge” attempting a little kangaroo court jiggery-pokery in hopes of teasing out a guilty verdict somehow, some way, on ANY charge at ALL?

Daniel Penny trial judge agrees to drop top manslaughter count after jury deadlocks twice
A Manhattan judge on Friday agreed to drop the top charge against Daniel Penny in the subway chokehold death of Jordan Neely.

“We move to dismiss the top count of manslaughter in the second degree,” Assistant District Attorney Dafna Yoran told the court at around 3:30 p.m.

The judge then signed off on the request — which came after jurors twice said Friday they couldn’t come to a verdict on the manslaughter rap.

The 12-person panel will continue deliberating Monday on the lesser charge of criminally negligent homicide, which Penny, 26, faces in the fatal May 2023 encounter aboard an uptown F train.

He has pleaded not guilty.

Which, of course, he is. In truth, the man is a bona fide hero—and in a sane, righteous city (if any still exist in Amerika v2.0) he’d be hailed as one for such an exemplary display of selflessness, initiative, physical courage, and derring-do in defense of a subway-car load of total strangers. Instead of this revolting abomination of a politically driven witch-hunt stunt of a show-trial of a shit circus, NYC ought to’ve expressed appreciation and humble gratitude via a tickertape parade down Broadway in Penny’s honor for stepping up like he did to protect his fellow straphangers from an aggressive, proven-dangerous predator with an extensive record of mental illness, serious health issues, substance abuse, chronic hallucination, and random violence.

Poor Perry Mason must be spinning in his grave on an 800-horsepower rotisserie rack at this vile molestation of the very concept of justice.

It’s a lead-pipe cinch that every other passenger riding the train that day (hell, any day, EVERY day) would’ve sat timidly back, kept quiet, and pretended not to see a thing, hoping and praying that said maniac would just pass them by and go threaten, harass, and assault somebody else. How sad it is that, in the topsy-turvy, Bearded Spock universe NYC clearly prefers, any valiant soul who unhesitatingly puts his own safety—his very life, even—on the line for the sake of others will inevitably wind up being the victim of 1) Überstadt malifecence, and 2) the cowardice, complacency, and ignoble self-absorption of his fellow New Yorkers ere the end.

Being New York

Posted on November 26, 2024November 26, 2024 by Mike

Not a hell of a lot of fun in it these days, I’m afraid.

Straphanger slugged by irate seatmate wrestles attacker to floor — but then fellow passengers helped HIM after he ‘turned into a little b—-h’
A straphanger was slugged in the face by an irate seatmate on a Manhattan-bound subway, but he managed to wrestle the “little b–ch” to the floor — but that’s when fellow passengers jumped in to help his attacker.

Alexander Rakitin, 42, was riding the N train to his Manhattan finance job Monday morning when he sat down next to 34-year-old Timothy Barbee.

As the train took off, the car jolted, causing Rakitin’s knee to jostle Barbee’s — which set the alleged assailant off.

“Apparently my knee touched his knee. That triggered him,” Rakitin told The Post.

“He was just very aggressive. I’m like, saying, ‘Dude, just chill, it’s like 8:30 in the morning. Like, who needs this s–t? Just chill.’”

Footage taken by another straphanger captured the two staring each other down, before Barbee yelled “It’s f–king done, stop staring at me” — and proceeded to tell the protesting Rakitin to “Make me chill” and “Shut the f–k up.”

Their verbal exchange quieted for a moment while they continued to stare each other down, before Barbee said, “I ain’t got time to go to jail today.”

Then he smacked Rakitin across the face — sending his glasses flying — before the camera cut out.

“I was able to wrestle him to the ground after that, and just kind of hold him,” Rakitin said. “And the craziest part was that — and this is literally upsetting, like I’m actually emotional about it — people on the train were trying to help him. Like, that was the most insane thing.

“It was also remarkable — he went from acting like such a thug. And then he turned into a little b—h right away. He’s like, ‘I can’t breathe. Please, let me go. Please, let me go. I can’t breathe. Somebody give me some water. I can’t breathe.’ And people started giving him water. That was so insane.”

Gotta give the candy-ass nigger credit for one thing: he seems to have taken fully aboard the things he needs to say so as to get him off the hook for being an obstreperous, mouthy, violent subway-shitbird, what with all that “I cain’ breeve, I cain’ breeve ’n’ sheeit” horsepuckey.

Rakitin’s stunned assessment is mostly on target in re his fellow B&T straphangers who jumped in to render aid to his attacker, except that “insane” doesn’t even begin to meet the case here. What they of right ought to have been doing was getting in some good, stiff kicks to the ribs and head while Rakitin had the PoS pinned for ‘em. That’s a world’s-record instance of squandered opportunity, if you ask me, a true teachable moment flushed right down the toilet. You can bet your sweet bippy that it’d be a long, long while before this Barbee cunt-fart tried cutting up rough on the subway again if they had.

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