Made up of the most barmy of comments, the most foozled of troll attempts, and the most hilarious of insane muttering, all culled from the newly-instituted (and I?¢Ç¨Ñ¢m thanking heaven for it already, I must say) CF moderation queue
Riley Gaines pWnZ an exceptionally clueless fucking chump.
Can someone point me in the direction of the MAGA people freaking out about Michelle Obama not attending Trump’s inauguration because I’ve yet to see that https://t.co/6IOndwz3nA
— Riley Gaines (@Riley_Gaines_)
And, y’know, NOT.
No, you aren’t
So I saw a dude (and yes, it had the adam’s apple, so a dude) wearing a skirt with leggings (and really nice heels) and a shirt that said “Everyone is entitled to their own view of reality” I couldn’t help but tell him: “No, reality is what it is, denying it makes you a fool and an idiot.” He got mad and pouted. No matter, he’s still a man, in a skirt. Not a chick. “Don’t call me Stupid!” say he. “Then don’t act stupid or say stupid shit, says I”…He flounced off in a huff. I laughed out loud at his back.Just because a woman wants to think “Big is Beautiful” doesn’t mean that fat girls are as pretty or attractive as women who take care of themselves. Shy’s lying to herself or to her fat friend. Trans people (I.E. Men that pretend to be women or women who pretend to be men) are not the opposite sex just because they put on a skirt or pants. To believe otherwise is stupid. Trans men can’t have babies or nurse, and trans women are not strong men, even with supplements of Testosterone. Saying otherwise is stupid.
I can believe I can fly all I want, right up ’til I step off that cliff. Being upset when reality (and the ground) smacks me in the face is stupid….Stepping off the cliff is stupid. Don’t like the truth? Reality and the world just don’t care. Being upset that you can’t fly is also stupid.
Man or woman (and those are the only choices), to deny reality is stupid and it really is stupid to think otherwise. Reality is what it is. Deal with it. Stop being foolish.
We, as a society, need to stop pandering to people, be they straight or trans or gay, men or women, old or young, that feel that their alternate view of reality is just as valid.
Seems simple enough, no? Obvious; beyond argument; plain for all with eyes to see; as fair as fair ever gets in this life—none but a fool, a madman, or a stubborn, spoiled child would think to object. So readily apparent is it, in fact, that it shouldn’t have to be said at all; even the most rudimentary powers of observation will confirm that to contend otherwise is a pointless waste of time and/or energy.
And yet, somehow…well, here we all are nonetheless.
Via Bayou Peter, who adds:
This blatant falsehood manifests itself particularly in the “You can’t criticize me! You can’t judge me! You can’t say I’m wrong!” crowd. Look, if what you’re believing, or preaching, or doing, flies in the face of objective fact and natural reality, I can judge you (your actions, at any rate – not your soul, that’s God’s business) and I can say you’re wrong. I will. Loudly and frequently. To indulge your false fantasy would make me as guilty of ignoring reality as you are!
I saw this particularly as a prison chaplain. We had psychologists on staff whose job was to help inmates figure out where they’d gone wrong, and help them to change. The problem is that far too many of those psychologists tried to lead the inmate to come to the right conclusions on his or her own, without actually telling them they were wrong. In many cases, those inmates had never been taught how to think, and had none of the normal frame of reference (morality, civics, etc.) used in our society. To expect them to come to the “right” conclusions when they were filled with the “wrong” personal history, information (or the lack thereof), relationships, etc. was nonsensical – yet those psychologists persisted in that approach. They had to. That’s what the “system” demanded – and that’s why we have a 70%+ recidivism rate among US prison inmates over the first five years after they’re released.
Plenty more at both links, all of it well worth reading.
I’m with John Ringo.
Unpopular take:
I really don’t give a shit how many people lose homes or die in CA wildfires.
90% voted for it.
I’ll care when they start prioritizing competence and not all the rest of the commie shit.
Until then, I don’t care.
Eat of it.
— John Ringo SF Author (@Jringo1508)
Eat of it indeed. Via Ragin’ Dave, who adds:
Just for the record, I agree with this 100%. I do not care how many people lose homes in Los Angeles. Especially in Pacific Palisades, or Malibu, or Santa Monica. Because I’ve lived in LA, I’ve been to those areas, and I know without a single doubt that damn near every single person living there, with a few exceptions here and there, voted for Gavin Newsom and Karen Bass. They voted for the people who defunded the fire department. They voted for the people who fired the firefighters who refused to get the jab. They voted for the governor and his cronies who refused to fill the reservoirs. They voted for DEI instead of competence, they voted for Marxism instead of something that actually works, they voted for all of this. They voted for the regulations that prevented the fire base from being cut back. They voted for the empty fire hydrants.
They voted for everything that is now afflicting them.
Yep, that’s about the size of it. Read the rest. I say again: some of us live and learn. Others just live, and never learn.
In light of this revoltin’ development, the real question is: SHOULD there be?
“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.
Our pal Diogenes Sarcastica sums it up better than I’ve ever seen it done yet.
Being Woke is like watching Schindler’s List, Sophie’s Choice and the ending to Old Yeller twice a week and listening to the song Strange Fruit and a mix of Robert Johnson in your car everyday. No one can function with that kind of concentrated depression floating around in their head.
Suffering is an inevitable part of life. Maybe a necessary part. Suffering inspires artists, and it makes philosophers strive for Truth. But Wokeism is a kind of self-destructive despair. There’s no wholesome hug at the end of that pride rainbow. Wokeism is an empty despair that can’t build anything.
By George, I think she’s got it.
No comment needed
Beauty in Australia
She spells it right out, and it’s funnier’n all hell.
That appears to be noted video game expert, ReichWingNaziDeathBeastXtian raconteur, self-proclaimed Carnivore, and all-round troublemaker Melonie Mac, a pulchritudinous young lass who—at least from the looks of her X/Twitter feed—pulls no punches, not one, not ever. Via our friend Phil, who says:
Saying out loud what everybody else has been thinking for the last 5 years.
Pretty much, yup. FULL DISCLOSURE: As I keep insisting re ((((Dem pesky JooJooJooJOOOOOZ!!!))), I have no problem whatever with gays qua gays, never have had. My problem is exclusively and entirely with the strident, in-your-face shitlib variety, for whom I have no use at all.
I assume that, towards the end of Melonie’s rant when she mentions “homos buying children,” she’s referring to this godawful news item.
Gay couple who showed off picture-perfect family gets 100 years in prison for horrific rape of adopted sons
A gay Georgia couple convicted of sickening sexually abuse of their two adopted sons will spend the rest of the lives behind bars.William and Zachary Zulock, 34 and 36, were each sentenced last week to 100 years in prison without the possibility of parole, the Walton County District Attorney’s office announced.
“These two Defendants truly created a house of horrors and put their extremely dark desires above everything and everyone else,” said District Attorney Randy McGinley, according to WSB-TV.
The couple raised them under the guise of a happy home in an affluent Atlanta suburb.
But their supposedly picture-perfect life — Zachary worked in banking and William was a government employee — held a dark secret.
The couple were regularly forcing the boys to have sex with them, and would film the abuse to make pedophilic pornography.
Evidence showed they even bragged about the abuse to twisted friends, with one telling police Zachary once sent a Snapchat message reading “I’m going to f–k my son tonight. Stand by,” along with images of the boy being abused.
And they allegedly used social media to pimp the boys out to at least two men in a depraved local pedophile sex ring.
Sick fucks. Good luck in prison, freaks, God knows you’re gonna need plenty and to spare of it. From what various hardcore recidivist bikers have given me to understand over the years, you Short Eyes types tend to have it extremely rough on the inside.
Yet another of those occasions when we must embrace the healing power of “and,” I’m afraid.
US Congresswoman Missing For Six Months Found At Dementia Care Home
Local paper Dallas Express recently launched an investigation into the whereabouts of Republican Congresswoman Kay Granger, who has represented Texas’s 12th Congressional District since 1997. The investigation followed reports that she had been absent from office for months.Dallas Express found out from a local resident that Granger was not missing but instead residing at an assisted living facility specializing in memory care.
Here’s more from the reporting:
We then received a tip from a Granger constituent who shared that the Congresswoman has been residing at a local memory care and assisted living home for some time after having been found wandering lost and confused in her former Cultural District/West 7th neighborhood.
The Dallas Express team visited the facility to confirm whether Granger was residing there and to inquire about how she planned to vote on the spending bill. Upon arrival, two employees confirmed that Granger is indeed living at the facility. However, we were not permitted to conduct an interview regarding the current spending debate in the House of Representatives and how or if Ms. Granger planned to vote.
Taylor Manziel who is the Assistant Executive Director for the senior living facility acknowledged to The Dallas Express that “This is her home.”
It remains unclear why Granger’s staff declined to disclose her condition to the public, especially given the lack of representation during a crucial voting period in Congress.
And, of course, the term limits conversation on X reignited…
As well it might’ve, and should. Yes, yes, I am aware of the shopworn argument against term limits: we don’t need ‘em, they’re already baked into the cake, all’s we have to do is vote the bastards out. Sorry, but as with so many other failed Constitutionally-set “protections,” those built-in “term limits” no longer work as intended. ZH includes a video that hits all too close to home.
This art installation depicts world leaders as they have aged, yet I feel this is our current government. Old, feeble, unable to move, and possibly brain dead. pic.twitter.com/afdrkJgy1T
— Dr. Jebra Faushay (@JebraFaushay)
Hey, I may not know art, but I know what I like. Another telling aspect: this Congresscritter fell off the map completely for six fucking months…and not a soul noticed, in goobermint or out.
Two terms and OUT, sayeth I—if not voluntary, then by force of law, since they refuse to go voluntarily into that good night.
An intriguing idea, one I hadn’t ever thought of myself before. From the NYT, of all unlikely places.
The Unabomber’s Influence Is Deeper and More Dangerous Than We Know
I published a novel about the Unabomber this year, and during a book tour stop in Seattle, a high school teacher raised his hand and asked me what he could tell his students about Ted Kaczynski, because he was a hero to so many of them. The question stopped me cold, reminding me that Mr. Kaczynski’s influence is deeper and more widespread than most people realize.The same feeling of cold unease returned this week when I read news reports that Luigi Mangione, the suspect charged in the killing of UnitedHealthcare’s chief executive, Brian Thompson, had posted a favorable review of the Unabomber’s manifesto online. The similarities didn’t end there. The meticulous planning and use of symbolism in the crime reminded me of Mr. Kaczynski, who spent years choosing his targets, designing disguises (even gluing false soles to the bottoms of his shoes) and leaving messages for investigators. The words “deny,” “defend” and “depose” written on the bullet casings found by Mr. Thompson’s body were an eerie echo of the “FC” for Freedom Club that Mr. Kaczynski carved into his bombs. The fact that Mr. Mangione allegedly made his own gun and carried a copy of his own manifesto reinforced the similarities.
There is, of course, still much we don’t know about Mr. Mangione: a full picture of who he is, and what factors shaped him and motivated him. But the teacher’s suggestion that the Unabomber was a hero to some of his students pointed to a larger truth. To many young people living in a system of extreme economic disparity, in a world they believe is on the verge of ecological collapse, the Unabomber represents a dark, growing ideological desperation. To them, his ruthlessly intellectualized turn to violence can seem justified.
At some point before much more time has passed, Our Side will have to get over its girlish squeamishness regarding this purported “ruthlessly intellectualized turn to violence” being utterly unthinkable, amoral, and completely out of bounds, I’m afraid. That’s owing to one very simple reason which ought to be obvious: if we don’t rise to the challenge and match the Leftist enemy blow for blow and then some, then we must inevitably lose to them. And as all of us should know full well by now, losing to the Left means losing absolutely everything.
You definitely want to read all of this one, it’s quite good. Never thought I’d hear myself say that about a NYT article, but there you are. Strange days indeed, sure to get stranger still as time marches ever on.
Oh yeah, almost forgot: the “Luigi Babe” reference in the post title hails from my own voluminous memory archive—just another of my ceaseless attempts to amuse myself which constitute one of the primary reasons this h’yar blog exists in the first place. Hey, even if none of y’all get a laugh out of it, I do. As is said of the Hokey Pokey, that’s what it’s all about.
See, Luigi Babe (as he insisted everyone call him) was this irritatingly ubiquitious show promoter, self-styled raconteur, and all-around hipster douchebag back in my NYC days. He was unfailingly chatty, touchy-feely, faux friendly, cloying, and utterly oblivious as to how vanishingly few, if any, of his fellow scenesters actually liked him even just a little bit.
When I was host/DJ/barman of a popular weekly rockabilly night* at what was bona fide Downtown scene-maker Deb Parker’s arguably least-successful venture, Babyland, Luigi Babe would show up every Thursday night, to everyone else’s profound chagrin.
If I’m lying, I’m flying: the minute Luigi Babe made his Grande Entrance into Babyland (or anyplace else, really)—clad in his trademark vintage gabardine suit with matching fedora and ascot, an immaculately-drawn pencil-thin moustache adorning his upper lip, flourishing his affected cigarette-holder in one hand like a scepter, carrying himself as if he were the dashing reincarnation of Clark Gable and/or Errol Flynn, the fleshly exemplar of what people mean by the word smarm—you’d see ten or twenty other regulars get up from their booths and beat feet for the exit with alacrity, often as not abandoning a table-full of overly pricy cocktails untouched in the urgency of making good their post-haste escape. Jackets, handsome cardigan sweaters, gloves, purses, you name it, who cares? These were but material objects, no more; unlike the precious time lost enduring the dread Luigi Babe’s presence, they could be replaced.
No shit, the dust cloud those fleeing bar patrons left in their wake would’ve shamed even the Roadrunner speeding away from Wile E Coyote. MEEP MEEP!
* Yclept the Chicken Shack, which moniker would go on to earn me a subtly cheeky nod from no less august a personage than the great Max Weinberg, at a Conan O’Brien show taping—yet another of those incredible stories I really gotta tell y’all sometime
Did someone say “dysfunctional” just a moment ago? Why yes, I believe someone did at that.
Payton McNabb had dreams of becoming a college athlete, until a volleyball spiked by a transgender competitor came within inches of killing her when she was 17 and forever changed the trajectory of her life.
Now, in the hopes of preventing history from repeating itself, she’s sharing her story in the new documentary “Kill Shot: How Payton McNabb Turned Tragedy Into Triumph,” created by the Independent Women’s Forum.
“If my story can in any way help prevent this from happening to at least just one woman or girl, then it was all worth it,” McNabb, now 19, told The Post.
Payton McNabb’s story is being featured in a new documentary from the Independent Women’s Forum.
Before that fateful game in 2022, McNabb and her teammates at Hiwassee Dam High School in Murphy, NC, were aware of a transgender player on the opposing team but afraid to speak their concerns.
“We never thought we would ever be put in this position to begin with,” she said. “I didn’t know one person who agreed with [a transgender athlete competing against us] on my team, but we didn’t know what to do.”
The match was relatively uneventful until that player spiked the ball directly into McNabb’s head, knocking her unconscious for 30 seconds and sending the whole gym into a shocked silence.
Everyone else — including the trans player — ultimately finished the game, while McNabb was rushed off the court with a concussion, neck injury and two black eyes.
“It was 100% avoidable, if only my rights as a female athlete had been more important than a man’s feelings,” she said.
The full extent of her injury unfolded over weeks, as McNabb was diagnosed with a traumatic brain injury, a brain bleed, partial paralysis and loss of peripheral vision on her right side. She also suffered ongoing memory loss, confusion and severe headaches.
Bold mine. There will be more of it going forward, on this you can rely. But hey, as long as the “transgender” community “feels seen,” and is kowtowed to by those genocidal “”binaries,” then that’s all that really matters, and justice has been served. In a manner of speaking.
Update! Sick.
The latest bit of insanity–no doubt funded by the pay-for-play climate coverage grant that ensures that the Associate Press keeps pumping out climate change propaganda day and night–is this profile of Kamala Harris’ favorite drag queen, Pattie Gonia.
Patti, you see, is on a mission to save the earth by looking fabulous while spouting nonsense.
And the Associated Press is convinced enough that Pattie Gonia will help save the world that they devote a profile including a lot of video time to ensuring that the world follows his efforts to save humanity–at least save humanity until civilization collapses from cultural rot.
Pattie is now touring to bring his message of Queer environmentalism to the world, and I gather that this is supposed to be inspiring a new generation of degenerates to love Gaia and fight the heteronormative racist sexist homophobic capitalist pigs who are destroying Mother Nature.
NEW YORK (AP) — Dressed in a sequin-laced, sleeveless top and puffy pink skirt, drag queen Pattie Gonia strides around the stage in white high-heeled boots that come up to the knees, telling the crowd that nature must be a woman.
“She is trying to kill us in the most passive-aggressive way possible,” joked Gonia, lip-syncing audio from a routine by comedian Michelle Wolf. “It’s not some sort of immediate fire or flood or a cool explosion. She’s just like, ‘What? I raised the temperature a little.’”
“Are you uncomfortable?” continued Gonia, who has a neatly trimmed mustache, long black eyelashes and a wig of long and flowing red hair. “Maybe I wouldn’t have (raised the temperature) if you had taken out the recycling, like I asked!
Indeedy. Recycling rates–recycling, outside of perhaps aluminum and a few other products, is actually worthless and occasionally destruct–will undoubtedly rise because the people drawn to Pattie Gonia were indifferent to these issues prior to his Queer lectures.
Un-huh. Got it.
Yes, there’s video and pix both of this cavorting dementoid at the link, which must be seen to be believed.
I don’t usually write about these events, but in this latest case I will make an exception by way of making a broader point.
Natalie “Samantha” Rupnow, who died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound after the deadly mass shooting at Abundant Life Christian School in Madison on Monday, was at times yanked between her parents’ homes every two or three days when they were separated, according to records obtained by the Washington Post.
Her mother and father, Mellissa and Jeff Rupnow, first married in 2011, two years after they had Natalie, who had recently started using the first name Samantha.
They divorced in 2014 and shared custody of Natalie, who they agreed would live primarily with her mother.
The couple then remarried three years later in 2017 — just to get divorced for a second time another three years after that, in 2020.
This time, they more evenly split custody of their daughter, with Natalie spending two days with her father, then two days with her mother, followed by three days with her father again in a schedule that would alternate weekly, the DC paper reported.
They married for a third time shortly thereafter — but by April 2021 were splitting up again.
A judge granted the divorce a month later but noted that “parties [were] admonished concerning remarriage,” according to court documents.
In July 2022, a mediator ruled that the couple would again share custody of Natalie but she would live primarily with her father.
By that time, Natalie, just 12 years old, was going to therapy sessions that were meant to help determine which parent she would spend her weeks with, according to court records.
There’s more awfulness yet, all of it as dysfunctional as dysfunctional gets, but the above ought to make for a good enough start. With an upbringing as unstable as that, and as common as such familial instability has come to be nowadays, the real wonder is that more of these poor waifs aren’t picking up a piece and going all “I Don’t Like Mondays” on the rest of the world. The closer is about as stinging a wry jab as I think I’ve ever seen.
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?
In the words of the renowned Ben Grimm: It’s clobberin’ time.
I was physically accosted at the Capitol tonight by a pro-tr*ns man. One new brace for my wrist and some ice for my arm and it’ll heal just fine.
The Capitol police arrested the guy.
Your tr*ns violence and threats on my life will only make me double down. FAFO. #HoldTheLine
— Nancy Mace (@NancyMace)
These psychotic freaks must be stopped, using any and every means necessary. By no later than yesterday, preferably.
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.
The shitlib retaining walls are cracking, creaking, and crumbling. It’s a joy and a wonder to behold.
This is why we’re so divided
The publishing industry isn’t exactly one that donated a lot of money to Donald Trump. They lean incredibly leftist and it colors just about everything they do. It’s part of why so much fiction today is absolute crap.Admittedly, there’s enough blame to go around on that point, but it doesn’t help.
Yet the results of the election earlier this month make it pretty clear that most of the nation supported Donald Trump despite years of people like the publishing industry trying to shut down the man.
Hachette Book Group, though, seems to have understood what was going on. They announced a new imprint that would focus on conservative writers called Basic Liberty.
And, of course, the usual suspects are losing their minds.
But HBG has an opportunity here. If all these folks are leaving because the company is no longer kowtowing to the most obsessive and oppressive people on the planet, then they can hire people who understand that people from all walks of life actually read..or at least would if anything was appealing to them in the bookstore.
Since there are apparently openings, fill them with people who don’t see their jobs as the opportunity to advance their politics but as an opportunity to advance the joy of reading and sharing knowledge with the entire world.
In the meantime, I have no sympathy for these people.
These are the same people who have hounded literally anyone who dares disagree with them on anything for years.
They should get used to disappointment.
In the process, though, we should remember that people like this are why we’re so divided as a nation. While the right can’t help but see what the left thinks via their virtual monopoly on things like book publishing, as well as other aspects of the information and entertainment media, they haven’t a clue what anyone on this side of the fence thinks.
What’s happening at HBG is just a microcosm of what we’ve seen elsewhere. The primary difference is that these folks don’t have the power they think they do, apparently, which is just going to make them worse.
Disagree, if only slightly. Particularly when it comes to cultural institutions such as the entertainment/media/creative arts megalith, the Goosesteppin’ Left has practically ALL the power, and despite the recent spastic orgy of frothing hysteria, lip-quivering, head-shaving, juvenile hissy fit-pitching, and public dementia, they still do.
No, the primary difference is that now, for the first time in at least six (6) decades if not longer, Real Americans have at long last r’ared up on their hind legs, wheeled on their tormenters, snarling and with fangs bared, and begun to fight back against the rotten bastards—and lo, they have learned 1) that they are in fact strong, much stronger than they knew; 2) that by fighting back they can in fact prevail; 3) that, provided We The People set our hearts, our minds, our spirits, and our bodies to it, the Dismal Tide in fact CAN be turned; and 4) that making worthless, contemptible shitlib brats weep and wail like little Suzie Schoolgirl after she’s fallen into a mudhole wearing her newest, prettiest dress is in fact an extraordinarily easy thing to do. Supremely gratifying too, as an added bonus.
In defiance of all odds, appearances, and expectations, #4 very well may wind up being the most important, the most appurtenant, and the most effectual in both tactical AND strategic terms of them all. Whither, then, the visionary so gifted, so prodigiously farsighted, as to permit him to foretell such an unlikely turn of events: that, after numberless years spent placidly accepting that the metaphorical Brass Ring was and would forever remain well beyond the Real American grasp—an immutable Fact Of Life, in essence—the bleedin’ thing might in actuality turn out to be no more difficult to lay hands on than the TeeWee remote control device lying atop the cheap, ugly, bandy-legged old Rooms 2 Go coffee table a mere hand’s breadth distant from his slipper-shod feet, eh?
And so we arrive yet again at the inescapable conclusion: If you fight them, you may win. Then again, you may NOT. There is but one certainty, which affords no comfort whatever, cold or otherwise. To wit: If for whatever reason you DON’T fight them, you must surely LOSE. As has been said many times, in many places: the Goosesteppin’ Left is like the Terminator; you can’t reason with him, negotiate with him, or bargain with him. He’ll never compromise; he can’t be injured, he doesn’t bleed, bruise, or feel pain. He never tires, never sleeps, never takes a break. He is relentless, he is ruthless, he will never show mercy or regret. He just keeps right on coming at you, again and again and again, until one of you is DEAD.
OBLIGATORY MEA CULPA: No, the above passage is not an exact word-for-word excerpt of dialogue culled from the Terminator script, nor did I intend for it to be taken as such. Rather, it’s a from-memory approximation, with a few ad-lib embellishments of my own thrown in for spice.
But still. If it doesn’t sound familiar to you at this late date, then either you 1) are an imbecilic REE-tardt, B) a shitlib your own damned self (BIRM), or IV) simply haven’t been paying attention. In any event, there’s probably no hope for you; as such, all sane, aware, and even nominally-sentient beings should shun yore pig-ign’ant ass like a fucking Plague rat.
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