The Liberal Way of War

Drool, Britannia

Posted on April 18, 2022April 20, 2022 by Mike

I’m thinking Vera Lynn is probably doing some serious reconsideration of that old “There’ll always be an England” chestnut of hers right about now.

Women can be strip-searched by trans officers who were born male, say police

Guidelines issued to forces urge chief officers ‘to recognise status of transgender colleagues from the moment they transition’

The policy says it may be ‘advisable’ to replace officer carrying out search if detainee objects

But if ‘the refusal is based on discriminatory views’ it could be ‘recorded as a non-hate crime incident’

The guidance, quietly issued in December, was brought to light by retired Superintendent Cathy Larkman

Female suspects can be strip-searched by police officers who were born male but identify as women – and could be accused of a hate crime if they object, The Mail on Sunday can reveal.

New guidelines issued to forces around the country state: ‘Chief Officers are advised to recognise the status of Transgender colleagues from the moment they transition, considered to be, the point at which they present in the gender with which they identify.

‘Thus, once a Transgender colleague has transitioned, they will search persons of the same gender as their own lived gender.’

The controversial advice, issued by the National Police Chief’s Council (NPCC) — the body representing British police chiefs — says it may be ‘advisable’ to replace the person carrying out the search if the detainee objects, but adds: ‘If the refusal is based on discriminatory views, consideration should be given for the incident [to] be recorded as a non-crime hate incident unless the circumstances amount to a recordable crime.’

Fantastic, I love it. Andrea Widberg strongly disagrees with my tres cynical, serves-ya-right attitude on this delightfully preposterous story:

What this means is that fully intact male police officers who identify as “lesbians” can be in charge of strip-searching female suspects.

It’s no joke about them identifying as “lesbians.” After all, just yesterday, news broke about two women in an all-women’s prison getting impregnated by a fellow inmate. This was not a miracle. These pregnancies reflected the fact that this inmate was a fully intact man who finagled his way into a women’s prison (a place I’ve heard is cleaner and safer than a men’s prison) by announcing that he is a woman.

There are few things more misogynistic than the pretense that men who claim to be women actually are women, rather than being merely mentally ill or opportunistic men. If you want a comprehensive list of women who have been abused by these sick, often psychopathic men, check out the site Women Are Human.

What’s happening in England is disgraceful, but England is scarcely unique. Gender madness has infected America, too. This must stop. Men are men, and women are women, and that’s true regardless of how they feel. I’m not a religious person, truly, but I can’t help but feel the presence of a great evil behind this press to destroy the biological binary genders that have helped define the entire mammalian world since time immemorial.

As far as I’m concerned, the further we go off into the deep end with this nut-hatchery, the sooner Western Civ might possibly come to its senses, put a halt to it, and stop prostrating itself before a stastically-insignificant proportion of the population, one facet of whose mental disorder is a stubborn determination to be miserable no matter how humbly they’re kowtowed to. Personally, I won’t consider the battle to be truly won until cringeworthy desecrations of the English tongue like “their own lived gender” are stricken from the language, never, ever to be spoken again.

Oh, and y’all enjoy a pic of one of these fetching “transgender” English coppers. No need to thank me, I’m glad I could do it for ya.

Now just you TRY and convince me this delicately beautiful feminine confection is anything but all woman. Go on, I dares ya.

“AGAIN”?!?

Posted on April 18, 2022April 18, 2022 by Mike

Peters asks a silly question, which I will be happy to answer anon.

Will You Diaper Up, Again?

Nope, most assuredly not. After all, I didn’t last time, haven’t since then, and if anything have much less faith in the veracity of Official Authority™ (*spit*) NOW than I did THEN…and I had none at all THEN. That being so, and it is, then why in the ever-lovin’ blue-eyed world would I even dream of knuckling under to the same lousy bastards, on the same lousy issue, over the same overhyped, proven-nothingburger of a Scamdemic now, pray tell?

Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice – and the shame’s all mine.

As forced-wearing of the Face Diaper ramps up again, it is more important than ever to absolutely refuse to wear the loathsome things again. Unless you want to relive the past two-plus years again. Unless you want to let the people behind whatever’s left of “Joe Biden” steal another election, again.

Stop fretting the affronted feelings of mentally ill people – just as you would not stop wearing a gun for the sake of assuaging the feelings of those mentally ill people.

It is time to stop caring about the feelings of the mentally ill. Long past time. The time has come to resume caring – passionately – for facts and common sense and common decency. If you’ve already had enough, it is time to say – enough is enough.

Two-plus years ago, they fooled us with “two weeks to stop the spread” and all the rest of their lies.

Will they fool us, again?

Will you help them?

As I said: No, I most certainly will NOT. In fact, I think this time around, the craven Karens soothing their petit neuroses by shielding their wan visages behind a filthy, germ-sodden rag ought to be actively harrassed and ostracized, heckled and hooted at mercilessly until they’re literally too afraid to venture outside their homes at all anymore. Let mobs of jeering, fed-up Normals chase them down the streets or sidewalks, driving them like the bawling cattle they are in heart-racing terror. Let them be pelted brutally with rotten fruits and vegetables—the rank, stinking offal turning their designer outfits and expensive Italian suits into big piles of horribly-overpriced shop rags.

Let any atypically feisty Ken or Karen who, against all odds, scrapes up the wherewithal to show sign of resistance to the mockery and abuse be set upon by every nearby Normal to be beaten, stomped, and smacked around until he/she is bruised, bloody, and barely breathing. Commenter Raider Girl says it:

These freaking masks are going to get somebody shot!

I for one fucking well hope they DO, frankly; it’s a crying shame it didn’t happen back in the very earliest days of this simon-pure horseshit, thereby stopping the whole sorry mess in its fucking tracks. Sad as it is to have to say so, if a few governors, mayors, and certain other über-authoritarian dingleberries had been carted off to Boot Hill suffering from a terminal case of high-calibre lead poisoning THEN, I guar-on-gott-damn-TEE you we wouldn’t be talking about the Mask Of Shame and the sundry accompanying tommyrot NOW. It’s a pluperfect lesson in what always happens when you let some shit slide instead of nipping it in the fucking BUD like you oughta have. The descendants of Patrick Henry, Thomas Jefferson, John Paul Jones, John Hancock, and Nathanael Greene should never have needed to be reminded of that common-sense rule, or so I believe.

“Satanic vector of disgrace”

Posted on April 17, 2022April 17, 2022 by Mike

Wh-eeeelll DOGGIES, but I sure wish I’d come up with that one myself.

The go-to lever of concerted mind-fuckery has been the term-of-art misinformation, applied especially to things and propositions that are truthful — thereby confounding the public’s ability to discern truth in anything, or to discover how they are being misled in matters of life and death. We’ve allowed the worst in human nature to disgrace ourselves. Satan, Father of Lies, is Western Civ’s paragon of disgrace, and so American life appears more and more Satanic and disgraceful.

All this was epitomized in the operation of Twitter, the cheerful little bluebird of social messaging which evolved in a very few years into an instrument of coercion, punishment, deception, and lying, until it became clear that Twitter’s misinformation was misinformation itself. Half the nation doesn’t believe anything it is told by those in authority and the other half revels in its reckless abuse of authority.

And so, it’s refreshing to see one Elon Musk act to seize control of this Satanic vector of disgrace. Mr. Musk appears motivated to defeat the culture of lying by restoring open debate in the ubiquitous online public arena. It’s a heroic deed. But, you see, it’s not merely Twitter’s management or its biggest shareholders that Mr. Musk is messing with, but malign forces in the US government, which have surreptitiously taken control of Twitter and other social media to work its will on events. If you don’t know that Twitter, Facebook, and Google are proxies serving the US Intel Community, then you have not been paying attention.

Which only serves to underscore Musk’s most endearing trait: his devil-may-care nonchalance, his flat refusal to be intimidated by anything or anybody—even on those occasions when he probably should be. Musk is a man driven to spit in the eye of the Devil himself, then dare him to offer a single murmur of complaint. Even better, you can easily see that, far from being afraid, Elon is thoroughly enjoying himself. Love him or hate him, the man is a 100 percent, bona fide badass, of a stripe America used to be quite damned adept at churning out, but seems frightened half to death of now.

What the heck, having obliquely mentioned the Clampetts up yonder, here’s a clip Buddy Ebsen would probably rather everybody would forget about if he was still around. Take it, Jed:

Forget? Hell!

American bygones, American revival

Posted on April 15, 2022April 15, 2022 by Mike

America’s once-robust old stock has been diluted beyond all recognition, what had been a savory and nourishing stew watered down to thin, flavorless pap.

The point is, this USED to be America, where Americans didn’t take lies and false accusations from punks just because they wore a badge. I know there’s cops out there thinking that they’d thump and cuff anyone who tried that sort of thing, but that’s only because they haven’t had to deal with real Americans for a long, long time, if ever. While the cops used to be tougher, so were the Americans with whom they dealt.

The downside of mass immigration since the 1960s, is we’ve imported a lot of compliance-oriented people and watered down the original stock. People from other countries, who lived in lawless nations, who could be killed and dumped by any number of government goons, don’t understand a nation that relies on the rule of law, they only know how to comply and they’ve infected the American population and that’s influenced the American police force.

Real Americans are massively jealous of their freedom and real American cops respect the fact that the citizens have rights. Where that’s gone wrong is largely with the citizens themselves. When I’ve gotten a ticket for seat belts, or some imagined moving violation, I’ve taken the cops to court. Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose, but it’s the fight that matters. It’s the injustice that cannot be shrugged at and passed by. When the cops pull me over, I hand them the registration, proof of insurance and my driver’s license. I don’t talk, unless it’s to argue, but that argument is better done in court than the side of the road.

I understand that a lot of people are going to recall the cops in the 1960s being pretty brutal. Yes, of course, but not with regular citizens, unless they were known trouble-makers. One could be an upstanding member of the community and get something done by fighting back. If you were a known pedophile, they might just find your poor body beside the road, the victim of a hit and run. Today, we tolerate pedophiles in the Oval Office and the Supreme Court and I’m not necessarily talking about Ketanji Brown-Jackson.

I’m not trying to aggrandize myself, or my family, I’m just trying to give personal experiences so the reader will know that I’m not suggesting things to be done, that I wouldn’t or haven’t already done, or witnessed being done. When the cops were right, when I’d done something wrong, generally out of mischief, I owned up to it and took the beating, but when I was innocent, it was a different matter.

What I’m trying to point out is that we ALL used to be that way, everyone I knew. That was America to me, a whole nation of people whose first instinct was to demand freedom, demand justice, take a beating if it gave one the opportunity to tell them to pound sand. When I look at all that went on during the lockdowns, I just don’t understand it. In-N-Out Burger joints never caved, never made their customers wear masks and when California told them they had to ask for vaccination status, they told them to pound sand. That was an American act of hostility toward injustice. I believe a lot of Americans have forgotten what it means to be American, to be hostile toward authority when it’s doing some injustice, cooperative when they’re pursuing justice. Understanding the difference used to be common sense.

Our two nations are not compatible. For those who demonstrate and encourage sexual deviancy in children as young as three years old are not compatible with those who find it firstly criminal, but also offensive, cruel, sadistic and damaging can’t live together. They can’t share the same laws, the same schools, the same government or treasury. They can’t enjoy the same television programs or sports activities. The openness with which this sexual perversion of little more than toddlers takes place is already a national disgrace, but that disgrace belongs to the Americans who’ve forgotten how to be Americans. It’s a lost art. For heaven’s sake, revive it.

Heaven’s sake? No, for ALL of our sakes. Heaven will be the reward for having brought America back into the warm light of righteousness once more, should the struggle to restore our precious liberty end in success.

“A Handgun Against an Army”

Posted on April 14, 2022April 14, 2022 by Mike

This deathless Mike Vanderboegh essay still pops back up now and again; I’ve linked to it three or four times since it first appeared myself, and almost certainly will again.

A friend of mine owns an instructive piece of history. It is a small, crude pistol [see the image at the top of this post], made out of sheet-metal stampings by the U.S. during World War II. While it fits in the palm of your hand and is a slowly-operated, single-shot arm, its powerful .45 caliber projectile will kill a man with brutal efficiency. With a short, smooth-bore barrel it can reliably kill only at point blank ranges, so its use requires the will (brave or foolhardy) to get in close before firing. It is less a soldier’s weapon than an assassin’s tool. The U.S. manufactured them by the millions during the war, not for our own forces but rather to be air-dropped behind German lines to resistance units in occupied Europe and Asia. They cost exactly two dollars and ten cents to make.

Crude and slow (the fired case had to be knocked out of the breech by means of a little wooden dowel, a fresh round procured from the storage area in the grip and then manually reloaded and cocked. It was so wildly inaccurate it couldn’t hit the broad side of a French barn at 50 meters, but to the Resistance man or woman who had no firearm it still looked pretty darn good.

The theory and practice of it was this: First, you approach a German sentry with your little pistol hidden in your coat pocket and, with Academy-award sincerity, ask him for a light for your cigarette (or the time the train leaves for Paris, or if he wants to buy some non-army-issue food or a half-hour with your “sister”). When he smiles and casts a nervous glance down the street to see where his Sergeant is, you blow his brains out with your first and only shot, then take his rifle and ammunition. Your next few minutes are occupied with “getting out of Dodge,” for such critters generally go around in packs. After that (assuming you evade your late benefactor’s friends) you keep the rifle and hand your little pistol to a fellow Resistance fighter so he can go get his own rifle.

Or, maybe, you then use your rifle to get a submachine gun from the Sergeant when he comes running. Perhaps you get very lucky and pick up a light machine gun, two boxes of ammunition and a haversack of hand grenades. With two of the grenades and the expenditure of a half-a-box of ammunition at a hasty roadblock the next night, you and your friends get a truck full of arms and ammunition. (Some of the cargo is sticky with “Boche” blood, but you don’t mind, not terribly.)

Pretty soon you’ve got the best armed little maquis unit in your part of France, all from that cheap little pistol and the guts to use it. (One wonders if the current political elite’s opposition to so-called “Saturday Night Specials” doesn’t come from some adopted racial memory of previous failed tyrants. For even cheap little pistols are a threat to oppressive regimes.)

They called the pistol the “Liberator.” Not a bad name, all in all.

It’s a perfect name, actually. If you haven’t yet read this important work, be sure you don’t fail to now. One of Mike’s most stirring, poignant passages:

The tyrant must be met at the door when he appears. At your door, or mine, wherever he shows his bloody appetite. He must be met by the pistol which can defeat an army. He must be met at every door, for in truth we outnumber him and his henchmen.

It matters not whether they call themselves Communists or Nazis or something else. It matters not what flag they fly, nor what uniform they wear. It matters not what excuses they give for stealing your liberty, your property or your life. “By their works ye shall know them.” The time is late. Those who once had trouble reading the hour on their watches have no trouble seeing by the glare of the fire at Waco. Few of us realized at the time that the Constitution was burning right along with the Davidians.

Now we know better.

We have had the advantage of that horrible illumination for more than fifteen years now — fifteen years in which the rule of law and the battered old parchment of our beloved Constitution have been smashed, shredded and besmirched by the Clintonistas. In this process they have been aided and abetted by the cowardly incompetence and venal avarice of the Republican party. They have forgotten Daniel Webster’s warning: “Miracles do not cluster. Hold on to the Constitution of the United States of America and the Republic for which it stands — what has happened once in six thousand years may never happen again. Hold on to your Constitution, for if the American Constitution shall fail there will be anarchy throughout the world.”

Stirring, yes, although perhaps not in precisely the same way as when it was first published on Vanderboegh’s old site, Sipsey Street Irregulars, so many years ago; there’s a certain bitter flavor to it now as well, as we’ve been content to just sit idly back and watch so very much of what Mike warned us about come to pass, washing over us like the most dismal of tides. One final excerpt:

As a Christian, I cannot fear my own death, but rather I am commanded by my God to live in such a way as to make my death a homecoming. That this makes me incomprehensible and threatening to those who wish to be my masters is something I can do little about. I would suggest to them that they not poke their godless, tyrannical noses down my alley. As the coiled rattlesnake flag of the Revolution bluntly stated: “Don’t Tread on Me!” Or, as our state motto here in Alabama declares: “We Dare Defend Our Rights.”

But can a handgun defeat an army? Yes. It remains to be seen whether the struggle of our generation against the tyrants of our day in the first decade of the 21st Century will bring a restoration of liberty and the rule of law or a dark and bloody descent into chaos and slavery.

If it is to be the former, I will meet you at the new Yorktown.

If it is to be the latter, I will meet you at Masada.

But I will not be a slave.

Mike Vanderboegh died on his feet and not his knees—something that, as America That Was slips deeper into darkness and our time drip-drip-drips away, becomes more and more difficult to do. He was a skilled writer, and a passionate advocate for his nation, its proud history, and its Constitution. He was also a for-real, genuine Warrior, in all the best senses of the word. He left behind a mighty legacy for True Patriots and Freemen to profit from.

May you forever be at peace, my friend, bless your valiant soul.

(Via WRSA)

Trust them not

Posted on April 14, 2022April 14, 2022 by Mike

For they are unworthy of such—faithless, manipulative, and bereft of moral rectitude.

Over the years, this humble blog has railed against the flood of lies discharged by our woke masters in government, and in the media, both legacy and new. It has become something of an obsession with your humble blogger; at the risk of becoming a one-note Johnny bore, I shall continue to rail.

Sorry, but, hey, it’s free of charge.

Our masters tell us so many lies that it proves difficult to pick one, or two, or three, or…whatever, to discuss. I will give it a try.

As you can see from my writings over the years on Putin and Russia, I have not become a Putin Puppet. In my view, however, Putin’s Moscow ranks as a second- or even third-tier threat to the US and the West; it certainly comes well behind the number two threat Beijing, and WELL BEHIND, far, far behind, the number one threat to our civilization, the Wokesters within our societies busily destroying our institutions and the underpinnings of our national identity and culture.
Amen to that.

None of us, outside of the top-most circles of Ukraine and Russia, has any good idea of events in the Ukraine-Russia war. What we, John Q. Public, know know proves very basic, VERY basic, indeed.

We know Russia has invaded Ukraine. We think we know that the invasion did not seem well-planned or executed. We know that this invasion, as true with any other of which I can think, has caused suffering and death to the people invaded, and, yes, by the way, I include in my list of invasions that transpiring along our own southern border. In the Ukraine case, we simply don’t know how much suffering and death; we must take the media’s “massacre” accounts with a fistful of salt. Look. Face it. It’s Russia; it’s Ukraine; it’s Eastern Europe. History shows that warfare there, though, of course, not there only, does not adhere to the Marquess of Queensberry Rules, much less to the Geneva Convention. I have no trouble believing, knowing (?), that innocent civilians or surrendering soldiers can and do face harsh treatment and even death at the hands of that day’s victors–and that the next day’s victors will reciprocate. I have no problem knowing that Russians and Ukrainians can act in a brutal fashion. Read about the two world wars, the Russian civil war, the Soviet wars with Poland and Finland, the fate of Napoleon’s army in Russia, etc., and you can easily imagine brutality on the fields of battle and in the cities of that region. The Katyn Forrest massacre comes readily to mind.

On Ukraine, my big problem, and I assume (Right? Wrong?) that of many others, arises from the lack of objective reporting; the reports, for example, on Russian atrocities in Ukraine seem much like those in British, French, and American newspapers of German atrocities in Belgium during WWI. Just a little too convenient. The narrative from Ukraine appears calculated, edited, censored, and massaged to cause maximum outrage in the audience, and, of course, heighten US and international support for involvement in this war. This narrative looks like, well, a narrative, rarely a good thing.

I don’t like this manipulation, especially given the record of those doing it. We, for example, have a “leadership,” illegitimately occupying the White House, which has not come clean about the corrupt Biden family’s ties to Ukraine and China. We have a media, old and new, yet to apologize for its lies re Trump-Putin collusion, quid-pro-quo, Hunter’s laptop, Rittenhouse, January 6, the grifters of BLM, Kavenaugh, Covid-19, climate change, the 2020 elections, and on, and on, and on. I generally don’t believe what comes from these liars who wish ill on Western Civilization, and work to destroy it.

Nor should you, nor should any of us. No impartial, reasonably intelligent American who didn’t spend the last five-six years fathoms deep in Rip Van Winkle-like slumber could possibly be taken in by the utter nonsense we have shoveled at us all day, every day. Bad enough that our mass media has proven beyond all doubt that it can no longer be relied upon for honest, factual journalism; what moves the needle of our current situation from Unpleasant all the way into the Dangerous red zone is that the deceivers, multitudes of them, are also embedded at every level of government, rendering that wholly untrustworthy as well. Which leaves out entirely the GloboHomoCorp megaplex, consisting of pretty much every American business enterprise not owned and operated by the Ma and Pa Kettle types who first started the thing. Add it all up and what you end up with is big-D Danger well beyond the merely ordinary variety—Danger so extreme humanity has only rarely seen the like of it.

Diplomad closes his post thusly: Why trust anything these people say? Why indeed. In truth, none but an irredeemable fool would. Or could. Or, y’know, should. And that’s a big, big problem, for all of us.

A government so quick to deceive its own people—whose first impulse is never to come clean but to lie, obfuscate or conceal—is a government that’s well into the death throes, whether or not it’s aware of it. Such a government will not, can not, survive for much longer, for reasons that aren’t terribly difficult to discern. For one thing, the people will quickly come to regard it, its officers, and all its works with unbridled contempt. As government scrambles ever more frantically to exert ever more authority over its ever more casually scornful and restive subjects, ever more of those subjects will just ignore it to the greatest extent they possibly can: sidestepping whatever of its edicts and decrees is practicable, complying only grudgingly with those they can’t evade. None of these ratios—the gradual crumbling of governmental integrity, the number of people aware of it, the slow-burn radicalization from “mass dissatisfaction” to “mass resistance” to “mass civil disorder”—are static; all will only increase, until the government falls.

As a deceitful government’s “elected” officials, appointees, and hirelings try to wield ever greater authority over the peasantry, the government will ironically find that very authority trickling through its fingers and away like a fistful of water. The more fiercely the tyrant struggles to maintain his grip on power, the more speedily power will be lost to him. Such displays of government’s haplessness and ineffectuality will only heighten the people’s contempt—another deadly irony that portends the awful fate stalking the reeling, tottering system like a jungle predator does a field mouse.

A like irony attends the untrustworthy government’s attempts to hide its affairs and intentions from Da Peepul: the more corruption they try to conceal, the more they wind up revealing instead. A policy of openness and full disclosure, or at least as full as can reasonably be expected these days without exposing legitimate state secrets to the squinty scrutiny of foreign adversaries, would serve both the government and its people far better. Unfortunately, the deceitful government can’t see this, and its subjects no longer expect it, assuming they ever did.

Breaking faith with its people is a self-inflicted injury that, as the crisis spirals out of all control, will eventually reach a stage beyond which a government’s collapse can no longer be forestalled. Collapse and ruin are the ineluctable byproducts of societal depravity, decay, and dissipation, hastened along by narcissism and selfishness. All the factors feed off of one another, each helping to accelerate and intensify the rest. It’s difficult at best to determine from the inside how far one’s country has traveled along the path to destruction. One can only try to ride the whole process out, and hope he’ll survive the trip.

Abbott follows through

Posted on April 12, 2022April 12, 2022 by Mike

Guess the ancient question, “is that a threat or a promise,” has now been answered in at least one context.

Texas begins dispatching buses to the border to transport illegal immigrants to DC
The Texas Division of Emergency Management tells Fox News Digital each bus can ‘carry up to 40 migrants’
Texas has dispatched buses to the southern border to retrieve illegal immigrants after Gov. Greg Abbott said this week that he planned to send those released in his state to the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C.

Within the last 24 hours, the Texas Division of Emergency Management (TDEM) has dispatched an unspecified number of buses to small Texas communities that are said by officials to be overwhelmed by an influx of migrants placed there by the federal government.

“In the last 24 hours, TDEM has dispatched buses to areas where communities have expressed concerns about the federal government dropping off migrants and has the capability to send as many as is necessary to fulfill the requests from mayors and county judges,” Seth Christensen, chief of media and communications for TDEM, told Fox News Digital.

Sweet as all that undoubtedly is, it gets even sweeter.

Christensen also said the majority of areas in the state that expressed concern over the large numbers of illegal immigrants being placed in their communities now say the federal government has “stopped dropping migrants in their towns” since Abbott’s announcement.

“From the [Rio Grande Valley] to Terrell County, a large majority of the communities that originally reached out for support through this operation have now said that the federal government has stopped dropping migrants in their towns since the governor’s announcement on Wednesday,” he said.

Well, howzabout that: as with an unruly puppy, all FederalGovCo really needed to make it straighten up and fly right again was a good, firm smack on the nose. More hilarity from PJM.

Texas Gov. Greg Abbott wasn’t bluffing when he said he would bus illegal aliens dropped off by the federal government in small Texas communities to Washington, D.C. Apparently, DHS simply dropped the illegals off without warning and without asking permission. Many Texas towns were blindsided by Joe Biden’s “catch and release” policy and were begging Abbott for help.

White House press secretary Jen Psaki whined that Abbott’s voluntary bus rides were a “publicity stunt.” Well, duh. But immediately after Abbott’s announcement, the federal government stopped dropping illegal aliens in the towns that had been pleading for help.

Senator Ted Cruz thought Abbott’s idea was so good he introduced legislation to expand the illegal alien transport program to what he considered to be other rich, Democratic enclaves.

Those enclaves include Martha’s Vinyard, Palo Alto, CA, Greenwich, CT, Scarsdale, NY—all wretched hives of shitlib villainy, thus deserving of having a few busloads of illegal aliens dumped at their doorstep. The wrap-up:

Abbott feels backed into a corner by the Democratic president. His choice is to fight the government using the tools of insurrection — publicity stunts and economic disruption. It’s all he has left before the human tidal wave is upon his state.

Ahh, but see how easy it is? All it took was just a small dose of tit-for-tat to get the goobermint to back down. Not to say they won’t try to wait Abbott out a while, to later on resume their on-the-sneak skullduggery when they figure attention has waned and they can get away with it. At which point Abbott must get his Wetback Coach Express Lines on the road again right away, perhaps even double down and escalate things in some way. And then, should that fail, I can think of a few other, less subtle “tools of insurrection” that might be resorted to in a pinch.

Good on ya, Governor Abbott. Your move now, Gov DeSantis. Make us all proud.

They’re baaaack!!!

Posted on April 12, 2022April 12, 2022 by Mike

Told ya so.

Philadelphia Reinstating Indoor Mask Mandate After Moving Into Level 2 Of 4-Tiered COVID-19 Response System
PHILADELPHIA (CBS) — Philadelphia has become the first major U.S. city to reimpose an indoor mask mandate. The city said Monday it’s reached the Level 2: Mask Precautions stage of its four-tiered COVID-19 response system, and that it will reimpose the mask mandate on April 18.
Health Commissioner Dr. Cheryl Bettigole said the city will provide businesses with a one-week educational period before the mandate goes back into effect.

“We hope by having folks whenever they’re in public, indoor spaces we can get ahead of the wave and keep it from reaching a peak like we saw in January with the omicron variant,” Bettigole said. “If we can do that, we can literally save the lives of vulnerable Philadelphians. At this level of transmission, we do not believe that there is any reason to panic or enjoy any activities that we enjoy and are important to use. Our city remains open.”

Gee, things must be pretty damned bad in Philly, with the hospitals filling up again, corpses lying in the streets, and all that, right?

RIGHT?!?

Under the city’s four-tiered system, to qualify for the Level 2: Mask Precautions stage, the average new daily case levels must be under 225, hospitalizations under 100 and cases up more than 50% over the previous 10 days.

The city on Monday reported 142 new cases per day, which is more than 50% higher than 10 days ago, Bettigole said.

Remember, now, that Expert Medical Professionals™ have changed what the word “cases” means, from the old and passé “actually getting sick enough to see a doctor” to the much more helpful “has antibodies in their system.” Still, though, there would HAVE to be a valid reason to extend Mask Kabuki’s run into what, a third blockbuster season, right?

RIGHT?!?

Bettigole said the number of people hospitalized with COVID-19 remains low, at 46 people.

Oh. Hrm. Well, okay then. NotTheBee’s Joel Abbott nutshells it:

Yes, the 1.6 MILLION residents of Philly are being held hostage by 46 people hospitalized with Covid.

That’s about the size of it, yeah. At the beginning of his post, Abbott flatly states The only way this ends is if we stop listening. Sadly, at this late date I’m not sure even a truly massive show of defiance would do the trick. To get these miserable, contemptible pussyfarts out from underfoot for good is going to require some shooting, it appears.

Meanwhile, others who live and work in the city say they don’t mind having to put a mask back on.

“It should be mandatory, at least in the buildings,” said Aimerey Beisembay, of University City.

As COVID-19 cases rise, some people are glad to have an indoor mask requirement coming back to the city.

“Because not everyone got their boosters,” Mia Gabdilova, of University City, said.

The new mandate doesn’t change the mask policy at Terrace Street Bakery & Cafe in Roxborough.

“We’ve never stopped,” manager Faith Brachelli said.

The manager says the bakery has kept its mask mandate for almost two years, which many customers appreciate.

“They just feel comfortable that everybody has to wear masks,” Brachelli said. “We wear masks. Everybody wears a mask until they sit down.”

Where they sit enshrouded in their own personal cloud of Smug, secure in the knowledge that having shown up at the restaurant, walked inside, and being shown to their table swaddled in an unsanitary bacteria-trap will have intimidated THEVIRUSTHEVIRUSTHEVIRUS!!! into staying well away from them, I suppose. Fucking morons.

The city says inspectors will begin going out to enforce the mandate beginning on Monday.

Yep, lots and lots and LOTS of shooting.

As the frog boils

Posted on April 12, 2022April 12, 2022 by Mike

Government of the People, by the People, and for the People has now perished from this Earth, to be replaced by government by Imperial Decree.

BIDEN BYPASSES CONGRESS & CONSTITUTION – ISSUES NEW GUN CONTROL DICTATE WITH COMPLETE DISREGARD FOR 2ND AMENDMENT
On Monday, the White House announced a new crack down on American’s Second Amendment rights — entirely bypassing Congress — and ruling by executive decree instead. The new rule attacks individuals who build their own firearms at home.

In response to Biden’s new dictate, Congressman Thomas Massie of Kentucky lambasted the president’s decision to bypass Congress and attack one of the key components of the Second Amendment.

The Constitution does not authorize the federal government to prevent you from making your own firearm. This a fact that has been recognized for 200+ years. Also, Article 1, Section 1 (literally the first operative sentence in the Constitution) says Congress makes law, not POTUS!

According to the new dictate, “this final rule bans the business of manufacturing the most accessible ghost guns, such as unserialized “buy build shoot” kits that individuals can buy online or at a store without a background check and can readily assemble into a working firearm in as little as 30 minutes with equipment they have at home.”

The rule also dictates that gun stores can no longer destroy their records after 20 years. These stores must turn over lists to the ATF of every gun purchased at their store so the ATF can maintain a running database of American gun owners.

Second, the final rule requires federally licensed firearms dealers to retain key records until they shut down their business or licensed activity. At that time, these dealers must transfer the records to ATF, just as they are currently required to do at the end of licensed activity. Previously, these dealers were permitted to destroy most records after 20 years, making it harder for law enforcement to trace firearms found at crime scenes.

It is unclear how this administration will treat the millions of gun owners who currently have these custom firearms in their homes.

Think so? Because it sure seems obvious enough to me.

This blatantly unlawful arrogation of power by whoever has his hand up Biden’s shirt making his mouth move serves to underscore what I always say: If you have to apply to government for a license or permit in order to exercise some putative “right” or other, it isn’t a right at all; by definition, it is a privilege.

If it walks like one, and it talks like one…

Posted on April 8, 2022April 8, 2022 by Mike

Who gives three whoops in Hell for what they think, anyway?

Weirdos Who Want To Sexualize Your Children Should Absolutely Be Stigmatized As Groomers
What does it say about the pathetic state of the political right that instead of spending our energy advancing the ideas and institutions that promote human flourishing, we’re quibbling over whether “groomers” is the right word to refer to people who delight in sexualizing other people’s kids and hiding it from their parents?

The ranks of progressives and unmistakably pro-LGBT media — who spend their days throwing around insulting hyperbole like “Nazi,” “fascist,” and “silence is violence” — are being joined by so-called conservatives who’ve taken it upon themselves to lecture those to the right of them that ackshuuully it’s not appropriate to call the kids’ entertainment creators and state-sanctioned educators who insist on sexually indoctrinating 5-year-olds “groomers.”

It’s absolutely absurd. Conservatives aren’t abandoning their principles by abandoning needless throat-clearing about teachers’ alleged good faith and the left’s intentions.

Well, no, they really aren’t. Last I heard, grooming 5 year olds was NOT a conservative principle, although it might well have changed by now and I wasn’t informed. It could reasonably argued that they’re abandoning their politesse, maybe. Which, since I just shared my lack of concern for anything shitlibs might think, feel, or say only a few short paragraphs ago, can safely be tacked on to the ever-lengthening list of Things I Don’t Give Three Whoops In Hell About.

In fact, I’ll cheerfully put a little more meat on those bones for ya. MY SOLEMN PLEDGE TO ONE AND ALL: the day will never, EVER dawn when I start concerning myself with not offending or hurting the feelings of “people” who A) Abuse their positions of trust and authority as government-school “educators” to sexualize and recruit children young enough to still believe in Santa Claus; B) Strut and preen like the Church Lady in the full flush of a Dexedrine rush when their misdeeds are exposed, so suffused with pride are they over having done it; C) Say they have no intention of desisting, regardless of what parents, their superiors, and the law might threaten them with.

As I said the other day: if being (correctly) identified as a Groomer is the worst that happens to such foul, soulless reprobates, they shouldn’t be upset but profoundly grateful for it. Being called names is the absolute LEAST that such “people” deserve. The fiends are getting off way too light, if you ask me. I’d prefer a lengthen spell in/on the Brank, the Iron Maiden, or the Breaking Wheel, myself.

There’s a word for adults who build trust with children then condition them in sexual matters without their parents’ consent or knowledge in order to manipulate them for their own pleasure: It’s groomer.

Of course, the left-wing media, joined by the National Reviews and Trump-crazed of the world, will call this a “smear” and say that it’s an exaggeration that serves only to minimize the horrific experiences of victims of pedophiles. We’re “redefining grooming,” they say, “and slinging false accusations of sympathy for pedophilia.”

Hold on, let me check right quick here, annnnd…nope, sorry, still don’t give a tinker’s damn what ANY of these dung beetles think or feel, be they psycho shitlibs, deceitful no-ball “conservative” sellouts and collaborators, or braying NeverTrump jackasses.

Except we’re not. You don’t have to be a pedophile to be a sexual groomer of children. And the type of child sexualization and exploitation occurring in kindergartens through high schools across the country represents the hallmarks of grooming. It’s all right there.

Joel Barry, the managing editor of The Babylon Bee (which has been censored for truthful statements about sex and gender), put it correctly when he said, “Most teachers aren’t themselves pedophiles, but they are working in a pedophilic system designed to make kids more exploitable—both politically and sexually.” He continued:

They aren’t grooming kids for a specific pedophile, necessarily. They’re grooming them for a system of pedophilia — which in the long run will result in horrors we can’t comprehend. Find your courage and stop it.

“System of pedophilia” isn’t conspiratorial; it’s an apt way to describe a depraved culture that preys upon its children — in the womb, in entertainment, in the classroom, online, during global pandemics, and anywhere else self-serving adults can exploit children to accomplish their political, social, and sexual ends.

With that insightful “system of pedophilia” formulation of his, Barry has put his finger on a far larger problem than grooming, horrible though it is. As if hard-selling gender confusion, homosexuality, promiscuity, and the entire chaotic panoply of perversion, dysfunction, and fringe sexuality to our children wasn’t bad enough already, they’re simultaneously pushing the whole package of Leftist mental disease on them into the bargain, intentionally inflicting serious damage not just on our kids but on our country, and on Western Civilization itself. Gramsci, Alinski, and Croly can only stand up and applaud in awe and admiration, from the blackest pits of Hell, at such a grand realization of their demonic dreams.

Hidden truths

Posted on April 7, 2022April 7, 2022 by Mike

Wanna ban ICEs in preference for EVs? You got problems, pal.

The Environmental Downside of Electric Vehicles
At one time, “Saving the Environment” and “Fighting Climate Change” were synonymous. That is no longer true. The quest for Clean Energy through electric vehicles (EVs) epitomizes “the end justifies the means.”

According to the International Energy Agency (IEA), an electric vehicle requires six times the mineral inputs of a comparable internal combustion engine vehicle (ICE). EV batteries are very heavy and are made with some exotic, expensive, toxic, and flammable materials.

The primary metals in EV batteries include Nickel, Lithium, Cobalt, Copper and Rare Earth metals (Neodymium and Dysprosium). The mining of these materials, their use in manufacturing and their ultimate disposal all present significant environmental challenges. Ninety percent of the ICE lead-acid batteries are recycled while only five percent of the EV lithium-ion batteries are.

Oil has been so demonized that we tend to overlook some of its positive traits as a power source relative to the battery power of EVs. The power for an internal combustion engine, oil, is a homogeneous commodity found abundantly around the world (especially in our own backyard). In 2019, the four top oil producing nations were the United States, Russia, Saudi Arabia, and Canada. In contrast, the power for EVs is dependent on a mixture of diverse commodities from just a handful of third world countries.

In spite of the environmental hysteria about oil drilling, the surface area disturbed is relatively small since the oil is extracted from under the ground. In contrast, many of the materials prominent in the clean energy revolution are obtained through open-pit horizontal mining which is extremely damaging to wide areas of the environment.

Specific details follow, all of which add up to bad news for the Green-Weenie Left’s deception and coercion program. Heberling headlines his closing ‘graphs with another home truth the Envirotwits aren’t gonna like.

It’s Time to be Honest about Clean Energy
In December, President Biden issued an Executive Order saying the United States government will “provide a strong foundation for American businesses to compete and win globally in the clean energy economy while creating well paying, union jobs [except in mining] at home. Today’s executive action further reinforces the President’s directive to Buy American [except for clean energy raw materials] and ensure that equity [in the US, but not in Third World countries] and environmental justice [in the US, but nowhere else] are key considerations.”

For all the “happy talk” about Clean Energy, our actions simply show a superficial commitment. We don’t want to do the heavy lifting that it will take to make the transition to Clean Energy. Our role in the Clean Energy revolution will be limited to the final assembly of electric vehicles. But hey, that is good enough for our virtue signalling Earth First environmentalists and politicians.

What is needed, however, is an honest and comprehensive evaluation of the entire life cycle of clean energy from raw materials through disposition. There are pros and cons to all forms of energy. To date, all we have heard are the benefits of clean energy. It is now time to highlight the true costs of clean energy which must include the negative societal and environmental impact as well.

Fat chance. Leftists want what they want, all annoying obstacles like facts, fairness, or honest evaluation be damned. The decision has been made; their tiny minds are firmly closed to any further discussion, investigation, or newer data which refutes their premises. As they so childishly proclaim: The Science, She Is Settled™. Just never you mind that this Declaration of Ignorance directly contradicts the verymost fundamental of the concepts that define true science. Shut up, you. So We have spoken. So it shall be done.

Ecotards are bound and determined to save Gaia, even if they have to kill all of us to do it.

The Black Gate opens

Posted on April 7, 2022April 7, 2022 by Mike

As our esteemed compatriot JJ says, the flinging wide of the Morannon to free political prisoner Michael Martin is most welcome news no matter how cynical or distrustful of authority you might be. Nonetheless, we’d all do well to keep certain inconvenient truths firmly in mind going forward:

— Not one single protester/rally goer who was unlucky enough to have entered the Capitol Building was armed. Ergo by definition, they could not and cannot be construed as having an intent to riot, let alone overthrow the government with their bare hands or buffalo helmets.

— As we have known almost since day one, the protesters inside the Capitol Building—as has now been proven in a court of law—were allowed in by Capitol Police who, after unlocking the doors lectured those they were about to let in to behave, as if they were talking to a group on a guided tour.

— The only acts of vandalism and violence that occurred were committed by a) known BLM and Antifa plants and confederates dressed in MAGA gear, such as this John Sullivan character, who were loudly exhorting the crowd to riot or b) uniformed Capitol Police officers and undercover FBI/DOJ “glowies” resulting in the death of innocent, non-violent and unarmed protesters including Ashli Babbitr and Roseanne Boyland. The death of officer Brian Sicknick was not because a “MAGA insurrectionist” bashed him on the head with a fire extinguisher but because of a heart attack not induced by any physical contact with anyone. Whatever injuries may or may not have been sustained by law enforcement and other security forces were because of unarmed innocent people defending themselves from winding up like Babbitt and Boyland.

— The actual “Stop the Steal” protest rally which featured President Trump and other notable politicians and pundits was legal, peaceful and taking place many blocks away from the government-caused mayhem at the Capitol. Yet the rally itself, and its purpose which, again was peaceful and legal, is being painted as the worst attack on “our precious democracy” (*vomit) than the Civil War, Pearl Harbor and 9/11 combined.

The scores of flagrantly contra-constitutional arrests and indefinite detention-without-charges in connection with the J6 “riots”—which we’re constantly reminded by the usual suspects was a heinous crime of “deadly violence” perpetrated by bloody-minded “insurrectionists” determined to “undermine our Sacred Democracy”—were all comfirmation enough that Real Americans shouldn’t forget to bring the guns along for their next DC get-together, if any. But this acquittal—by a judge appointed by Trump, natch—has me mulling over a leeeetle detail.

Martin, a former government contractor from New Mexico, told US District Court Judge Trevor McFadden he thought police had waved him into the building and didn’t know he was breaking the law when he entered.

Based on video from the scene, McFadden said Martin’s claim was “plausible” and that prosecutors failed to prove his guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.

“People were streaming by and the officers made no attempt to stop the people,” the judge said.

Curious, no? This has been the testimony of more than a few other of those currently languishing in durance vile as modern refuseniks in the Amerikan Gulag, and there’s plenty of video evidence that backs them up, too. But the part that has me thinking I put in boldfaced above, which raises a crucial question: Were those Capital Stasi goons holding the doors open and waving the protesters inside simply reacting without thought or instruction, merely reflexively responding as they would on any other workday, to any other non-threatening gaggle of tourists or meandering day-trippers?

Or, as seems MUCH more likely, were they acting under orders—orders which were part of a larger plan to turn those non-violent, peaceful, and unarmed Americans into useful tools for TPTB to take firmly in hand and use as grist for the Deep State propaganda mill—grinding out “credible threats,” wild-eyed fanatics and revolutionaries for normal people to clutch the proverbial pearls over? By making a passel of hapless Joe Lunchbuckets into Big Scary Monsters™ to keep the rest of the nation frightened out of its collective wits (if any) after an endless summer of state-endorsed BLM/pAntiFa rioting, looting, and burning, plus the state-fomented Fauxvid subterfuge—our hidden masters showed how completely they grasp the Bedford Forrest maxim which says, “get ’em skeered and keep the skeer on ’em” I’ve quoted so many times before here.

When Swamp creatures need to gin up a threat to cow the weak, deceive the gullible, and advance the agenda, nothing does the trick like spreading some more FUD around. It’s easy, it’s painless, and, once they’d gotten the great majority of us saddle-broke and trained to the bit, it has never failed them yet.

Update! Snitches get stitches. Or damned well ought to, at least. Otherwise, you just end up with more snitches, and you don’t want to be encouraging that.

American Stasi: ‘Citizen Sleuths’ Are Ratting Out Jan. 6 Protestors Who Haven’t Been Arrested
The Left’s phony Jan. 6 “insurrection” witch hunt isn’t going to die down anytime soon. The Democrats still hope to use it to stigmatize and marginalize virtually all of their opposition as “insurrectionists” that all decent lovers of “our democracy” (that is, the Left’s hegemony) should shun. And although it is now almost a year and a half since the Terrible Event That Was Worse Than 9/11 and Pearl Harbor, there are more Jan. 6 prosecutions all the time, thanks to “citizen sleuths” who are ratting out protestors who were at the Capitol on the fateful day.

There are so many snitches that the system is being overwhelmed. NBC News reported Wednesday that “aided by citizen sleuths who keep identifying Jan. 6 rioters, the Justice Department is finding that it has more cases than lawyers to prosecute them.” Accordingly, “the Justice Department is asking Congress for additional funds to prosecute those cases — a list that keeps growing.” It’s growing because “multiple online sleuths in a network of ‘Sedition Hunters’ working’ to find Jan. 6 participants have told NBC News that they’ve successfully identified to the FBI hundreds of additional Jan. 6 rioters — including dozens who are pictured on the FBI’s Capitol Violence website.” And the feds, of course, are only too eager to act upon the information these rats feed them.

One snitch said nobly that he had plenty more work to do: “There are hundreds still to go,” he said, “speaking anonymously to avoid retaliation from supporters of the rioters.” Yeah, you know, he doesn’t want trouble from those dangerous traitors who were going to overthrow the government led by a few grandmothers and a guy with Viking horns. But however ridiculous it is, the narrative must be perpetuated, and so the “sleuth” remains anonymous.

There isn’t enough blue language in the Milky Way galaxy to express how completely this sewage-slurping shitweasel disgusts me—him, and all others like him. Sad to say, such vermin have plagued their betters since Lucy first stood erect, and probably always will. Still, I hope some stouter soul, possessed of a more finely-tuned sense of propriety and acceptable behavior, soon does mankind a solid by putting a bullet through this execrable coward’s head from a long ways off, bursting it like an overripe melon dropped from a 25th-floor window onto a city sidewalk in a July heatwave, thankfully erasing a malign influence from the gene pool forever.

Rats are close relations with their like-minded kindred, the Karens and Kens of recent notoriety. But the family tree of these loathsome arthropods is actually a lot older and deeper-rooted than their kissing-cousins relationship might suggest, to the shame of all humanity.

This “citizen sleuth” is a hallmark of totalitarian regimes. In the Soviet Union, anyone could be an ear for the state: your friends, your neighbors, even your own children. The rewards were great for those who turned in “enemies of the state,” and amid the omnipresence of the totalitarian state apparatus, no one was safe. In Communist East Germany, 2.5% of the population acted as informants for the Stasi, the brutal and repressive Ministry for State Security, and some estimate that one in every three people gave information to the Stasi at some point.

In September 1932, a thirteen-year-old boy, Pavlik Morozov, was found murdered in a Siberian forest; it turned out that he had denounced his father to the secret police, and authorities claimed that his own relatives had killed him. He was hailed as a hero of the Soviet Union. Before Pavlik was killed, he appeared at the trial of his father, Trofim Morozov, who called out to his son in the courtroom: “It’s me, your father!” Pavlik told the judge: “Yes; he used to be my father, but I no longer consider him my father. I am not acting as a son, but as a Pioneer,” that is, a member of the Soviet youth brigade.

Watch for the “citizen sleuths” to become heroes of the new woke order the Left is trying to build if they succeed. Maybe we’ll see statues of some of these slouching Internet nerds replacing the statues of Washington and Jefferson that Antifa and its allies have pulled down. Every civilization, even the most degenerate one, has its heroes.

Any civilization that makes heroes of its squealers, its cowards, and its rumpswabs and ass-lickers is indeed a degenerate one, and will collapse a lot sooner than later. As is only meet and just; its lapse into extremities of blasphemy, debauchery, and obssessive self-indulgence might provide some highful useful instruction to succeeding civilizations, should they be wise enough to pay attention to the lesson they offer.

Bye Bye Birdie Biden

Posted on April 6, 2022April 6, 2022 by Mike

Biden, bye bye.

Democrats Prepare Biden for Senocide
The end will be cold. Up the mountain, set adrift upon an ice flow, or shuttled away in silence, geronticide of The Big Man draws nigh. His days may count less than one hundred.

Prepare to say goodbye. His pack of hyenas have turned their backs.

Bye bye? Sorry, no. The self-serving, crooked scumbucket deserves a farewell nothing near as polite, especially not from the much put-upon American people he’s ridden like a rented mule for five decades. More like good riddance.

The Bidens hold no value for the party. The Bidens are white, and a liability.

As for “The Big Man,” the Japanese call it ubasute. To carry an old woman up a mountain and leave her to die.

Couldn’t happen to a nicer asshole; t’is a consummation devoutly to be wished, as far as I’m concerned. As Glenn said in the Coen brothers’ classic Raising Arizona, somebody oughta sell tickets.

(Via WRSA)

Popular as the cancer

Posted on April 6, 2022April 6, 2022 by Mike

Remember, folks: this is the guy who we’re supposed to believe got well over 81k votes in 2020, winning that election fair and square—no fraud, no cheating. The most votes in US history. More, even, than Ogabe did.

Yeah, right.

Watch these 13 seconds and tell me who Democrats think is President of the United States. pic.twitter.com/deRELUAsuV

— BDW (@BryanDeanWright) April 5, 2022

Ace closes his post with a little analysis, which you should certainly read. But really, that vid is enough to tell us all we need to know.

Are you are as impressed as I am?

Posted on April 6, 2022April 6, 2022 by Mike

No, not in the least.

800-Volt EV Charging: The Other Palliative for Range Anxiety
Taking 18 minutes to charge to 80 percent makes top-up pit stops suddenly more palatable

Not to anybody who remembers that the last time he gassed up his current ICE vehicle it didn’t take him even five minutes, it ain’t…and that was filling his tank completely, not stopping at 80% and then calling it a “top-up.” Not to even mention that said ICE vehicle cost him around thirty-forty grand to buy, considerably less than the hefty 56k-and-up tariff the little Green Weenie windup toys bring along for the ride.

“Range anxiety” has been a headline concern for electric vehicles. Some automakers keep trying to soothe it with ever-larger and heavier battery packs, so that consumers can go farther between charges.

The problem is that lithium-ion cells remain expensive, heavy, and in critically short supply around the world. And battery bulk alone, especially in monstrously powerful trucks, can be a short route to a relatively inefficient and prohibitively expensive EV.

The Hyundai Ioniq5 and Kia EV6 that I recently tested—a pair of wildly impressive, high-design EVs—take a different approach to solving range anxiety: an 800-volt battery architecture that delivers some of the fastest charging in the EV game, and unheard of at these price levels. These handsome crossover SUVs might not be able to cruise for 7 hours on the highway, like the 500-mile-range Lucid Air. But their ability to charge to 80 percent capacity in as little as 18 minutes shows how EVs might circumvent the problem of battery overkill and still be fully viable as interstate cruisers.

The Hyundai, especially, left fellow drivers doing double takes and whipping out phone cameras.

But not their checkbooks, one may have noticed. So far at least, the only proven way to move EVs off the showroom floor and into peoples’ garages is for goobermint to mitigate the heart-stopping sticker shock with a nice subsidy package—or, to put it more honestly, a bribe for swallowing the multitudinous downsides of these Loser Cruisers, at the government’s (taxpayer’s) expense. (HINT TO LIBTARDS: Having to resort to bribery to sell a products is NOT an indication of said product’s popularity with consumers. Quite the opposite, actually.) We won’t even go into the many other disincentives that add up to make EVs a very hard sell indeed. Like, say, the very real and serious risk that your shiny new EV strugglebuggy might explode and/or spontaneously burst into flames, taking down your house along with it.

TITLE BACKSTORY: Back in the middle/late 70s I had an interaction—an abbreviated one, for reasons which ought to soon be apparent—with the manager/salesman of one of CLT’s perennially cellar-dwelling music stores, the name of which I don’t remember. I had wandered in there out of sheer desperation in search of a pack of whatever semi-obscure guitar strings I was enamored of back then, kidding myself that I’d be more likely to find off-brand strings in an off-brand store—a hopeful hypothesis which the science would invalidate posthaste.

Music Store Dude’s idea about my quest for cheap but effective guitar strings did NOT concur with my own, oh no no. According to his professional Music Store Dude expertise, what I really wanted was a brand new, all-chipboard-no-tube, cheaply made, sounds like the worst cheap-beer-and-Indian-food morning-after diarrhea-dook you ever took smelled like, Peavey guitar amplifier. Having one of those crimes against rock and roll all plugged in and ready to befoul the air long before my entry into the shop had made the little bell hung over the door go “ding,” MSD leapt into Sell! Sell! Sell! mode, turned the offensive thing on, and began idly strumming the guitar he had been holding in his lap. After each chord, the guitar’s melodious tone curdled into a gnarly, muddy mess courtesy of that sorry-ass Peavey. Then Music Store Dude would beatifically roll his eyes Heavenward as he repeated the corny mantra that had clearly been drummed into him in the Salesmanship 101 course he had flunked out of in community college: Are you as impressed as I am? Are you as impressed as I am? ARE YOU AS IMPRESSED AS I AM?

There was but one answer to be made to this increasingly aggressive query, to which I immediately resorted in self-defense: I muttered, semi-sotto voce, something along the lines of Sorry, gotta go, I think I hear my friends at Reliable Music shouting for me. Which is where I kicked up my heels and hurried off to without further delay, and bought the stupid pack of strings that had so nearly brought a strange doom crashing down upon my head—Death by Shitty Guitar Tone. I should’ve just gone to Reliable in the first place. I don’t know why I hadn’t, but it was a mistake I would never make again. In every city I played in, I kept strictly to the music stores I was familiar with when I needed one, shunning all the weird-looking, down-at-heels ones as if they had leprosy.

Yeah, yeah, I know: Skynyrd used and endorsed Peavey amps, as did pretty much every other ’70s Southern rock hit factory you could name.

And so what? I’ve always been pretty sure the second part of “used and endorsed” explains the first adequately enough: those Southern rockers played ’em not so much because they liked ’em, but because they were being paid to look as if they did. Myself, I hated the damned shitburgers back then, and I still do now. But hey, if Peavey handed me a big enough wad of cash, I’d try my best to pretend I liked the useless boat anchors too.

Obligatory disclaimer/confession: I DID play a Peavey Bandit for a couple-three months in the earliest days of the BPs; it belonged to one of the guys I had originally conceptualized the band with, an old-school purist who just could not abide the Marshall JMP half-stack (ie, the King of Rock, long may he reign—one of the very best amps ever produced, by anybody) that was helping me work through my rage issues back then. I make no apology for my brief lapse into the Shame of the Peavey; after all, none of us is without his own skeletons in the closet, right?

The moral of the story? Never let yourself be taken in by a hustler (the gooberment) trying to pressure or swindle (or legislate) you into settling for an inferior solid-state counterfeit (EV) of the tube-driven (ICE) real deal. You’ll be throwing away your money (your money) in the end, it won’t work out as promised (your house will burn down), and the only one who will end up happy with the whole deal will be the salesman (goobermint).

Oh, one more point to be made: If your product is good enough you won’t even have to sell it, it will sell itself. In contrast to the Peavey band-endorsement hustle, do note that Jim Marshall kept strictly to his principle of not paying for artist endorsements, the lone exception—until 1991 and the release of Marshall’s JCM Slash signature-model amp—being Jimi Hendrix.

According to an old book I have chronicling the amazing history of James Marshall’s world-beating amps (Marshall, amusingly and ironically enough, was actually a drummer his own self, and had enjoyed some local fame playing jazz in London nightspots), their names partially explains the Hendrix exception. Jimi was introduced to Marshall at the small London music store and amp-repair shop James owned and ran—and where his iconic amps had originally been created, at the request of Pete Townsend, probably the most famous of several other shop hangarounds that would later become rock stars themselves—and was blown away by the coincidence of their names—James Marshall Hendrix, guitar god, and James NMI Marshall, immortal guitar-amp legend. The two became close friends, Jimi switched to Marshalls for good, and the rest is rock and roll history.

Some good stuff from the previously-linked article, for any gear-geeks that might be reading:

You’d think that a guitarist of Slash’s stature would have a warehouse full of amplifiers at his disposal. As it turns out, though, the Guns N’ Roses guitarist only has a handful of trusty heads, which were discontinued in 1989, and they’re all just about ready to be retired. “I’ve been using the same Marshall Jubilee heads at every gig and session since I got them in 1987,” says Slash. “A bunch of those got badly damaged at the riot we had in St. Louis in 1991. After that, I was really nervous about my amplifier situation because I knew that if anything happened to the Jubilees I had left, I would be totally screwed.”

It was in the aftermath of the riot (which was prompted by an abbreviated GNR set) that Slash and Marshall began discussions that would ultimately result in the limited-production JCM Slash. And while Marshall amps have been associated with many of rock’s legendary guitarists, this is the company’s first endorsement deal-not to mention its first signature model.

“I’m totally honored that Marshall is doing this,” says Slash. “I’m the first person ever to get a free amp from them-except for Jimi Hendrix. And from what I understand, the amps he had were just on loan.”

The new amplifier is an exact replica of the Silver Jubilee 2555. However, unlike the Jubilee, the JCM Slash boasts the guitarist’s “smoking snake” logo and comes complete with a pimpin’ snakeskin cover.

The all-tube, 100-watt head boasts a quartet of Russian EL34’s in its power section and a trio of ECC83’s driving its two-channel preamp. There’s also a handy, front-panel-mounted half-power switch that allows you to drop the amp down to a more manageable 50-watt triode mode perfect for smaller venues. Slash admits that even he runs his amps on half-power much of the time. “If you have a singer who’s sensitive to loud backlines like Axl is, having a half-power switch is a godsend. It’s the only I way I can get the power tubes to work as hard as I need them to.”

I got chills here. Honestly, reading stuff like this makes me miss playing more than just about anything else, it really does. Nothing sweeter or more satisfying than the spine-tingling yowl of a Model 1987 50-watt Plexi reissue firing a pair of Celestion G12T-75s, the rig I happily ran for many years. Never have I owned a setup I liked better than this one, and I’ve owned ’em all. I never liked GNR, but I do like Slash just fine. He’s an excellent player, and I envy him his guitar/amp setup.

Update! If you can’t bribe ’em, try extorting ’em.

Pete “Just Buy A Tesla” ~~Buttigieg~~ Buttplug (FIFY—M) Says To Get Used To Price Hikes Until We Have Energy Independence Based On Clean Energy
Just another reminder that the higher gas prices you are suffering under are intentional.

Ever since the Obama Administration, the left has made it their goal to make gas so unaffordable that the American people will dump the convenient and plentiful fossil fuels the entire global economy is based upon for “clean” energy sources.

Here’s Mayor Pete telling Americans that the beatings will continue until morale improves:

Here’s the thing to remember, even if all the oil we use in the USA were made in the USA, the price of it is still subject to powers and dynamics outside of the USA.

Which means, until we achieve a form of energy independence that is based on clean energy created here at home, American citizens will still be vulnerable to wild price hikes like we’re seeing right now.

Gay Mayor Pete and the Biden crew will never admit that gas prices were low under Trump and that it was because of his energy policy.

But now that Biden has made it impossible to drill in the US, then all of a sudden all the drilling in the world won’t help the United States. It’s a global market.

Forget the four years under Donald Trump, those never happened.

There’s nothing that can be done, except buying electric cars, building more windmills and solar panels, and keeping the serfs at home forever.

Never mind that Biden’s Energy Secretary even says that they are using the Ukraine crisis and rising oil prices to transition America off gas.

It’s all intentional. It’s meant to cause pain.

Yep, t’is. There must be some way we could return the favor and cause them some right back, don’tcha think? Gee, I wonder what it might be…

OBEY update! When bribery and extortion have failed, you might then try a little judicious legislation removing the serfs’ ability to choose for themselves.

Last week, the current Democrat Governor of Washington state, Jay Inslee, signed a bill into law that aims to ban the sale of most non-electric vehicles in the state by 2030.

This legislation follows the lead of other deep-blue states like California and New York that recently announced bans on gas-powered vehicles in a move to end sales of these vehicles no later by 2035.
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The Post Millennial reported that Inslee signed the “Move Ahead Washington” package into law stipulating that all publicly owned and privately owned “passenger and light duty vehicles 2030 model or later that are sold, purchased, or registered in the state” must be electric.

This legislation comes with a $16.9 billion price tag and will receive funds generated by taxes on gasoline.

Ummm, I believe I see a tiny little problem with this Supergenius!™ idea.

Inslee claimed that the package would help “combat climate change,” but the state of Washington will be reliant upon its residents and visitors continuing to fill their cars with gasoline in order to fund reach this green goal.

So here we are then, where every socialist tyranny eventually winds up: using the wealth only capitalism can create to fund their adolescent fantasies, feeding off the very host that sustains them until they’ve killed it.

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