The Friday Substack post is here: Quick hits, an assemblage of intriguing subjects and developments that required no more from me than a couple of quick lines to dispense with. That being so, I figured it would make more sense to leave out the excerpt just this once, but be sure to go read it anyway. I promise you’ll be glad you did.
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1Yet another repurposed comment I thought enough of you CF Lifers would find interesting, informative, and/or arcane enough to be promoted up to main-page status. First, the conversation-starter, courtesy of hhluce.
I think most “classic rock” stations are simply the digital version of a 24 hour tape loop without any human intervention, utterly soulless and boring, you can tell what time it is by what song is playing, day after day.
That triggered my response, which quickly outgrew its comment-section knickers and right on into a pair of Big Boy pants, before I ever even thought of hitting the “Post comment” button.
Oh, that is definitely the case, HH, has been for years and years. Mr Bill—a dear friend of mine who plied his On-Air Personality trade in unforgettable fashion for many years at WRFX in Charlotte (99.7 FM), after which extended star-turn he made his escape to the Florida beaches—used to gripe to me about the new radio-station production process all the time; he positively HATES it, as do all the other DJs I know. There’s a very good reason for their disgruntlement, one I can readily understand and sympathize with completely.
These guys (and several gals, too), without exception, grew up listening obsessively to radio, moved so much by the spell cast over them by the sound of those disembodied voices—cracking wise, spinning records, unleashing ad lib and in-the-moment a rock-steady flow of frenzied, improvisational platter chatter without a single stutter, stumble, or moment’s uncertain pause to give the more reflective and organized side of his DJ brain a chance to catch up—that a sweet, sweet dream took form deep in their hearts.
For all those kids who, like Mr Bill, got swept away in radio’s powerful thrall, the more they heard of this fresh new necromancy, the more adamant and implacable their resolution to somehow, someday, some way become a part of it themselves, no matter how lowly, thankless, and unheralded their first paid position in the business might be.
Nothing under Heaven would prevent or dissuade them from working their way up the radio ladder to the one place they so desperately wanted to be: all alone at the console in a dimly lit late-night broadcast booth, headphones on, waiting for the red “ON AIR” sign to light up, cueing him to start his spiel. In those anticipatory moments, the fearful pressure of being The Man On The Spot suddenly felt less intimidating and more exciting to The Man In The Booth.
These DJs were passionate about broadcast radio, deeply proud of the essential role they played in its continuation and development. This bewitchment was a heady, intoxicating blend which, over time, gave birth to something we might think of as a beast with three heads: the Music Historian, the Raconteur, and the Keeper of the Rock and Roll Flame. In the form’s glorious heyday, the DJ was the life of the radio party.
In certain well-known cases—Alan Freed, Bill Randle, Murray the K, Mad Daddy Giggle, Jack Spector, to name but a few—the DJ’s impact on rock and roll history was as profound and meaningful as that of the artists themselves. The contributions of these gifted radio icons can’t be overstated, and ought never to be forgotten.
So naturally, when their once-exalted, multifaceted role was reduced by the empty suits at Corporate to the ignominious one of mere talking robots blessed with an unusually mellifluous speaking voice, it hurt. It hurt a LOT. After being admired for their unique and irreplaceable talent, the poor saps were suddenly no more than hired hands. The Suits hadn’t just taken a job, a piffling (if well-compensated) livelihood, from them; they had taken the love of their lives. No wonder they’re pissed off about it; far as I’m concerned, they damned well oughta be. Hell, who wouldn’t?
And from what Bill tells me, a talking robot is exactly what a DJ is nowadays. He goes into the studio— no longer a broadcast studio, but a recording studio—no more than one day each week to spend a few hours laying down his between-songs chatter, which the tech-heads will then splice into place alongside the ads, announcements, and other such. When that labor of (something well-removed from) love is done, the station will have an entire week’s worth of dreary, inanimate pap securely in the can, as the tech-heads like to say—”the product” (as the tech-heads also like to say) carefully primped, manicured, and emasculated, to then be pumped out to touch-screen automobile receivers. This manufacturing process concludes with “the product” droning at modest volume from factory-installed Blaupunkt speakers, to the benumbed disregard of zombified commuters stuck in freeway traffic everywhere.
Annnnd SUCCESS! WE DID IT! High fives all around! Don’t leave me hangin’, bra!!
Sadly, even tragically, rock and roll radio is no longer a creative enterprise or artistic endeavor. It’s a fucking soul-blighting assembly line. This is decidedly NOT an improvement. Y’know, in case you were wondering about that.
No spontaneity; no creativity; no nothin’, really. Provocatively clever witticisms, raucous innuendo, or off-the-cuff flights of rhetorical fancy will NOT be permitted. No wandering off-script; all lines are to be rigorously toed, all rules strictly obeyed. Anyone caught thinking for themselves or attempting honest, uncensored communication with the listening audience will be caned.
Having glommed total control over broad regional swaths of broadcast facilities, the besuited Grey Entities of Big Radio Consolidated Inc™ have surgically excised any sign of life, warmth, or humanity from the jivin’ and thrivin’ medium they so brutally murdered. Those passionate DJs who once soared untrammeled to gleeful heights of rock and roll glory are now permanently ground-bound—their once-mighty wings clipped, their voices effectively neutered, their freewheeling creativity leashed and chained.
They loved radio, but radio didn’t love them back. Which isn’t just their personal loss, it’s everybody’s.
And there you have it, folks. I just called my homeboy Bill, a solid CF fan of long standing, to let him know about this post, and will text him a link to it when he gets back to me (Bill keeps busy enough that the first call is usually just the opening gambit of the process; after a day or so’s wait, he’ll call back). Let’s see if he shows up here to enlighten us further on this whole mess, and perhaps correct any errors or clear up any misconceptions on my part, both of which are always a possibility. I do hope he will. Bill, your thoughts will be most welcome, buddy.
Update! Remarkably enough, there are exceptions to the above depressing rule still extant here and there. One such is Greenville’s The Planet, WTPT 93.3 on your FM dial. Their morning drive-time program, The Rise Guys show (“The Saviors Of Morning Radio” or, as the hosts sometimes refer to it in jocular self-deprecation, The Rise Guys Tragedy), is a stellar example of the sort of thing rock radio was once known for, and in a better, more just world would be still.
The Rise Guys show prominently features not one, not two, but four (4) hosts: three funny, smart-alecky redneck dudes, along with newsreader chick Page And Her Great Big Hoo-Ha’s, who occupies her own solo time-slot right after the other Rise Guys cease hostilities and go home for a nice, refreshing nap. The team members—yes, even Page and her justly-celebrated fun bags—all proudly flaunt deep Southern accents, in unapologetic traducement of the industry’s ubiquitous insistence on a flat, nondescript, lukewarm universality of on-air speech patterns—a carefully-considered calculation intended to soothe, never to agitate; to lull, never to arouse; to Seem, never to Be.
The Rise Guys team incautiously skates right up to the very edge of the censorship line, reveling in a riotous rejection of every dogmatic requirement of the PC/Wokester catechism. Their schtick—which is likely not schtick at all, but their own natural personalities, not something anybody could just put on and take off like a cloak, not easily anyway—revolves around defiant, brash individualism, free will, and an innate unwillingness to bend the knee to anybody, any time, for any reason. Southerners were once renowned for their doggedly inflexible pride in possessing these very qualities, habits of mind which have gradually been subsumed in most of us. But not all of us, by God.
The Rise Guys show-topic list (partial):
From the above sampling, one can readily discern that nothing whatsoever does this rowdy, blunt bunch consider off-limits or out of bounds: no controversy too red-hot; no subject too delicate or nuanced; no bridge too far; no cow too sacred; no personage too august to elude a well-deserved whacking with the bloody snow-seal club the Rise Guys wield with merry aplomb. Bless their blasphemous hearts, they’re willing, able, and eager to turn the Morning Tragedy blowtorch on all of ‘em.
The Rise Guys bunch don’t play a whole lot of music betwixt the raging torrent of ribaldry, lowbrow wit, and Dixie-fried brigandry, a nonstop cannonade that doesn’t leave time for much more than a bare minimum of tune-damage. Contra my usual aggravation with the cavalier approach of most modern DJs—particularly their egomaniacal penchant for mindlessly yapping over the instrumental intro of even the most hallowed classic-rock megahit, only shutting down the drivel-factory as the singer draws breath to sing the first syllable of the first verse—GOD, how that shit makes my fucking blood boil!—can this self-absorbed subgenius be so delusional that he seriously imagines that his disrespectful jackassery, his inane prattle, is what anybody not locked away in a lunatic asylum tuned in hoping to hear?—with the Rise Guys, you really don’t miss the music.
Even if you did, the rest of the day’s programming more than makes up for it, packing a knockout musical punch which intermingles several disparate R&R sub-genres: classic rock, early-2000 vintage grunge and hard rock, even a 1st-generation punk song from the Ramones now and then. At first glance, one might well be forgiven for thinking that those styles would go together about like oil and water do. For my money, though, the stylistic mix is downright ambrosial, balm to soothe the savage breast. I love it all to pieces, and am glad indeed that my ex-gf Wendy inadvertently* turned me on to The Planet a few years ago.
The Planet is Preset Numero Uno on my car-radio tuning buttons, my go-to radio choice whenever I’m forced to leave my shabby abode and get out and about, and with very good reason. Should you ever find yourself within range of WTPT 93.3’s broadcast signal and have a hankering for a solid dose of some harder-edged, guitar-driven rock—never have I heard any Beta-male, unreconstructed-hippie folksters; weepy, Men Without Chests© balladeers; headache-inducing dance-trance abominations; or testosterone-deficient MOR sneaked onto the playlist there, not one time—I simply can’t recommend The Planet highly enough.
*I was dropping her ride off at a shop I know for a few minor repairs and tweaks which required a computer-diagnostic machine I ain’t got, see, and her radio was tuned to WTPT; I listened enraptured all the way to the garage, checked the station ID numbers, and straightaway plugged ‘em into my own car radio once I got back to my pad. Been listening to ‘em ever since. And yes, I did thank Wendy, profusely, for that serendipitous main-vein strike later
32We used to convert our tranny’s from automatics or 3 speed manuals to 4 speed manuals.
Tucker is interviewing Chris Moritz and it ain’t about Hot Rod Chevy’s…
The Death penalty needs to be used way more often. Anyone involved in this butchery should be found guilty of child butchery and put to death. These are sick twisted people.
13]Welcome to this week’s installment of our Wednesday meme feature, folks. Links to the “found via” sources will be attached to the specific MiQ’s (Memes in Question) whenever I can remember them, which likely won’t be very often. Only the first two memes will appear above the fold to save on bandwidth usage, since I assume not everybody who shows up at this here websty will want to see all of them. This intro will appear at the top of each week’s Memezapoppin’! post. Enjoy, funny pitcher-lovers.
NOTE: Number Two meme is my own recreation of one I originally ran across over at WRSA, if I remember right. I thought the pic in the WRSA version was too grainy and unfocused, so I thought it might be a good thing to give it a refresh.
Continue reading “Memezapoppin’!“
1In a comment to this post, AWM helpfully reminded me of something I already knew:
That’s Billy Preston, not Buddy Miles. I know, they all look alike…..
To which I responded with this:
Heh. Yeah, I was just kidding around with that one, hence the big buildup before the vid. I’d just been listening to some Buddy Miles earlier, and the strong physical resemblance between the two–especially the classic 60s/70s Nee-grow coifs and cool threads, duuuuude–kinda struck me as funny. No racial slurs or anything intended (this time–AHEM), they’re both fine musicians and I love their stuff, which in the end is all that matters to me.
My thanks to AWM, whose good intentions provided me with an unassailable excuse to repost this:
Man, ain’t never the wrong time to rock out on that fat, butt-rocking-good groove, if you ask me. One of the very best rock ‘n’ soul/jazz/R&B crossover hits the era ever gave us, in my opinion.
Them Changes is an album by American artist Buddy Miles, released in June 1970. It reached number 8 on the 1970 Jazz Albums chart, number 35 on the Billboard 200 and number 14 on the 1971 R&B albums charts.
Reception
Writing for Allmusic, music critic Steve Kurutz called the album “quite simply, one of the great lost treasures of soul inspired rock music…definitely worth the extra effort to try to locate.” Conversely, Robert Christgau wrote “His singing is too thin to carry two consecutive cuts, his drumming has to be exploited by subtler musicians, and the title cut is the only decent song he ever wrote.”
Yeah, well, y’know, Robert fucking Christgau. He always was a consummate bitch-ass little prick, according to all I’ve heard from people in a position to know firsthand. Now the NYT’s longtime lead music crit, Jon Pareles, on the other hand…
A-HENH! That blurb was just one of the first of quite a few favorable reviews Parales went on to bestow on us, from which you can easily discern that here was a man who knew what the fuck he was talking about.
Anyway, to press ”ESC” on the self-congratulory digression and get back on-topic: It just kills me how, given the way classic-rock stations keep spinning the same well-worn old tunes over and over and over—many of which I do love, mind, but I mean really now, COME ON!—somehow you never, ever hear this one. It’s as if programmers, DJs, and/or station managers are completely unaware that these great artists actually recorded and released a helluva lot more material than just the five or six all-too-familiar songs they’ve boiled entire careers’ worth of output down to and are even now running into the fucking ground. I just don’t get it, I really don’t.
Update! What the hey, one golden musical memory from my childhood deserves another, right?
Buddy Miles, as I’m sure y’all know, filled the pounding-skins slot for Jimi Hendrix (among other notables) for a goodish while there. Preston, for his part, worked the 88s for pretty much everybody who was anybody in the classic-rock days. Wrote or co-wrote a fair few hit songs recorded by other artists, too; pretty much anyplace you looked on the Billboard Hot 100 in the late 60s/early 70s, there ol’ Billy Preston would be. God bless ‘em both, sayeth I.
4Seems there’s never a Fletcher Christian around when you really need one.
Elections used to be the means of turning the ship of state around, to go into a different and more beneficial direction. The people used to have some say, if not a great deal, often enough to let the natural inclination of the masses guide it away from the more disastrous of futures. It was this means that taught politicians how far they could go in any given direction, but the unwillingness to let the people speak through these elections means that there is no civilized way to change course.
That leaves only the uncivilized.
When the captain of a ship is clearly insane, or reckless, endangering the lives of the crew and indeed the ship they all need for survival, there are means of removing him from his position. There’s logic and reason, but when all else fails and the lives of the crew are at stake, only mutiny will suffice. It’s ugly and is fraught with danger, because, if unwarranted, it can lead to a death sentence, but someone has to utter the word, someone has to suggest the unthinkable to resolve a condition that is likewise unthinkable.
The trouble with America, right now, is that there is no more sane person to put in the captain’s chair. There is no way to effect a mutiny when the officers are as insane and reckless as the captain. It’s as if everyone in charge of anything significant is infected with the same suicidal, destructive disease.
And, it’s the people who will pay, not only in the immediate, but in the future as well.
We are facing the end of the United States of America no matter what we do, or don’t do. The financial situation just got worse with the passage of the Continuing Resolution (CR) and only more inflation can come of it. There is no political will to stop the disastrous spending put into every congressional bill. The BRICs nations will benefit from this act, more aid and comfort to those trying to destroy the US, but the competing nations are doing so because they recognize the insanity that has gripped the officers of our ship of state. Those nations see as well as most citizens that the United States is acting in increasingly irrational and self-harmful ways, taking their investments down with it, so they’ve stopped buying our debt and started liquidating our bonds as a defensive measure against our recklessness.
Americans can not just continue to use the means and methods that have always worked before, they no longer work. Elections, legal action, petitions, protests and revolts have been hijacked, turned into criminal activities instead of political expressions of disapproval. That ensures the United States can do nothing other than collapse, taking all of us down into the dark, cold sea.
Unless the common sailors stand up and challenge not only the officers, but any in authority, they will go down with the ship. In this scenario, they will try to kill us all before we can do that, but they’re doing that just to get to some enormously stupid Net-Zero. They are that evil.
They are undeniably that; the way our Masters and their pet-poodle media manufactory work in concert to conceal their motives and intent, deflect or misdirect any attempt to closely examine their actions, then flat-out lie about their results—all point unerringly towards that inescapable conclusion. I left TL’s final ‘graph out of the excerpt so as not to spoil anybody’s Christmas, but it states the underlying cause of this whole sordid, stinking mess flatly, concisely and with nary a flinch. The rest of the essay is every bit as well-written and direct, and you’ll probably never forgive yourself if you don’t go read the whole thing.
2First, JJ gets the train a-rolling with this, about drooling socialist shitwit and felonious Congresscritter Jamaal T’Qwon’ShiTaviousLa’VerlenDe’Etta Bowman:
In any case, what Bowman did was indeed the dictionary definition of what all of the innocent dupes who were caught up in the FBI/DOJ false flag sting operation on January 6th have been accused of – many of whom tried, convicted and sentenced to long stretches in federal prison. And what he did was worse as it could have led to actual physical harm. As opposed to the crime against humanity of walking around with a police escort dressed as Chief Wild Eagle or putting your feet up on Malig-Nancy Pelosi’s desk. The horror. The horror…
In a completely bizarre decision, Dem. Rep. Jamaal Bowman (NY) committed a misdemeanor and potential felony in order to stop the Constitutional function of government. I kid you not…
…We are talking breaking the law here, an act apparently performed with the goal of disrupting Constitutional congressional work. This is a Constitutional crisis because he intended to upend our Constitutional order and to topple our democracy. And stuff. Isn’t that how this works? I think so, according to the Democrats’ own rules, so this felony needs to be pursued and this man held accountable.
He won’t be held accountable, because Democrat. If he actually were held accountable, cities would burn.
Emphasis Bill’s, who responds thusly:
Wait. Is that supposed to be a threat? To me and the constitutionally governed republic I love?
Let it burn. Let them burn. The cities are all nests of America-hating negroes, illegal aliens, organized criminals, white female supremacists, and low self-restraint barbarian savages too stupid, ignorant, and violent to see a problem with burning down their own homes, let alone our society, culture, and politics. Except for a small minority, it’s not really their society in the first place. They didn’t create it, and, in fact, seem barely to know it exists, even as they rampage through the smoking rubble of its destruction.
“Burn, baby, burn!” you threaten?
I say, fine. Let it burn. Since the American body politic seems unable to defeat the cancer eating away at its heart, perhaps stronger, more traditional cures are needed.
Seconded, with all my heart and soul. Every word he just said is true, albeit disheartening as all hell. Regardless of what sane, peaceable folks might prefer, all signs and portents indicate that the time for painful, unpleasant remedies is nigh upon us. Harsh reality will reassert itself, dream castles come crashing down. Fantasies and delusions will blow away like tiny shreds of Kleenex in a stiff wind.
Consider: Normals have been lied to, laughed at, swindled, double-crossed—their guileless trust weaponized against them; their intelligence insulted; their values and beliefs belittled. Their jobs have been outsourced to hostile nations. Their independence and freedom of movement have been slowly but steadily eroded, their businesses gratuitously destroyed, their very lives ruined, all in the name of a fraudulent climate “crisis” and a Plandemic hoax. Their children have been indoctrinated, sexualized, surgically mutilated, and taught to despise their loving parents—all while being somberly cautioned that they must never, ever mention to their parents what Teacher has been doing to them in school, mind.
They pay punitive taxes to a Superstate Leviathan that disburses those funds to feral inner-city “youths” who express their gratitude for such kindly largesse by robbing them, mugging them, hijacking their cars, invading their homes, raping their wives and/or daughters, and remorselessly murdering them for no more reason than that they think it’s “fun.” That same Leviathan-state—bloated yet never sated by a steady diet of extravagantly-usurious taxation, licensing fees, permits, and “service” charges—denounces its Normal benefactors, upon whom its very existence depends, as unevolved, bigoted, (victim of the week)-phobic, and reflexively violent. It vilifies them as an ever-present threat to all things officially deemed Good, Decent, and Acceptable—a threat that must be suppressed, exiled, incarcerated, and/or eliminated without delay.
The money Normals earn much too little of by the sweat of their brow—paid with fiat currency backed by nothing more substantive than hot air and the forked-tongue promises of politicians—has been devalued into virtual worthlessness thanks to systemic fiscal irresponsibility, staggeringly profligate spending, and just plain waste. Meanwhile, expenses for food, rent, fuel, and all consumer goods rocket into the ionosphere even while untold billions are shoveled to a corrupt and intractably mendacious foreign dictator—ostensibly to sustain a pointless proxy war FederalGovCo cannot win, waged against an army its own weakened, numerically dwindling, and poorly trained armed forces cannot defeat, but in reality a quid pro quo payoff to buy the bent dictator’s continued omertà on the topic of the Biden Crime Familia‘s chronic bribe-chasing and influence peddling, a scheme pulled off in quiet collusion with said dictator.
Normals live in a lawless society under an illegitimate occupation government, ceaselessly reviled by an amoral arts-entertainment/education/sports/journalism monolith which cordially loathes them and all that they stand for, cherish, or revere. Their generosity and good will are taken for granted; their faith in institutions and authorities betrayed; their best interests, opinions, and preferences ignored. Their patience, tolerance, and forbearance are assumed to be without limit. Because they’ve never yet risen in righteously-furious revolt to liberate themselves from such cancerous oppression, their oppressors have convinced themselves that they never will.
Yeah, if the “Biden” junta, its lackwit ghetto dupes, and sundry overprivileged, epicene, Wokester pseudo-“elites” really DO want a fight, just let ’em keep all this up. Should they carry on as they have been, I strongly suspect they just might get themselves one before too very much longer—all they wanted of one, plus.
Update! Almost forgot to include the inspiration for my post title, dang it. Ladies and germs, for your dining and dancing pleasure, allow me to present to you the one, the only, the incomparable BUDDY! MIIIILES! *insert wild, uproarious applause HERE*
FYI, that odd-looking, pint-sized keyboard-whatchamadingy Buddy blows his solo into around midway through is called a Clavietta Melodica. Reason I know this is my dad had one of ’em just like the one at this h’yar link. Man, I used to just love playing that little sucker when I was but a wee tot. I ain’t claiming I was actually any good at it, but when I was eight years old, I sure thought I was.
3Oh, just about exactly like a lot of us predicted it would. Thankfully, though, Matt Gaetz just won a small victory—not just for himself, but for us all.
Kevin McCarthy ousted as House speaker, thrusting Congress into chaos
Well good, I’m glad to see it. As much chaos as CongressCreatchters (appropriated from the great Ernest T Bass, look it up) have wreaked on America That Was, they deserve to share in the experience.
Kevin McCarthy made the wrong kind of history Tuesday — becoming the first speaker of the House of Representatives to be ousted by a floor vote driven by members of his own party.
Eight Republicans — Andy Biggs of Arizona, Ken Buck of Colorado, Tim Burchett of Tennessee, Eli Crane of Arizona, Matt Gaetz of Florida, Bob Good of Virginia, Nancy Mace of South Carolina, and Matt Rosendale of Montana — banded together with a united Democrat conference to declare the office of speaker vacant by a vote of 216-210, removing McCarthy (R-Calif.) from power and plunging the chamber into uncertainty as it faces a grinding process to pick his replacement.
McCarthy, who made no comment to reporters as he left the House chamber following the vote, was booted from his job three days shy of the nine-month anniversary of his election as speaker on the 15th ballot this past January.
Now, lawmakers face a rerun of that marathon process, with House Majority Leader Steve Scalise (R-La.) and Majority Whip Tom Emmer (R-Minn.) considered the favorites to put themselves forward for the job — assuming McCarthy doesn’t want to try again.
Having proved out as just the kind of treacherous two-headed serpent we knew him to be, I can’t really see McCarthy trying again, and if he does I can’t see him regaining the position. But perhaps that’s naive of me; a few dirty, quiet deals, a little back-room conspiracizing, and some assiduous scratching of the right backs and hey presto! We’re saddled with Speaker McCarthy again.
Gaetz had dangled the prospect of a revolt against McCarthy almost from the moment the Californian took the gavel.
The 41-year-old finally went ahead with the motion to vacate Monday night, after a weekend of stewing over the now-former speaker’s decision to call up a stopgap spending bill to avoid a partial government shutdown — and rely on Democratic votes to get the measure through
“I’m confident I’ll hold on,” McCarthy told reporters Tuesday morning, but his political demise became a matter of time when a motion to block Gaetz’s effort failed 218-208. Reps. Warren Davidson (R-Ohio), Cory Mills (R-Fla.) and Victoria Spartz (R-Ind.) voted against the motion to table, but to keep McCarthy in place.
With only 426 House members casting votes, however, McCarthy needed 214 supporters to keep his speakership.
“We need a speaker who will fight for something, anything besides staying or becoming speaker,” declared (Virginia Rep Bob) Good, who assailed McCarthy for both the debt limit deal he reached with the Biden administration earlier this year and the maneuvering to avoid a shutdown.
“We need a speaker — ideally somebody who doesn’t want to be speaker and hasn’t pursued that at all costs for his entire adult life — who will meet the moment, and do everything possible to fight for the country.”
Boy, did you ever say a mouthful there, sir. Bold mine, and quite heartening. Always nice to see a DC denizen who seems to really get it, y’know? As I said, it’s but one small victory, and certainly won’t solve everything for us. But in times like these, you takes your victories where you finds em, be they large or small. Those small victories should properly be thought of as stepping stones to more significant wins. Stack up a big enough pile of those, and you’re on your way to more serious and impactful wins—that’s taking the long view, one of the primary reasons the Left has been consistently our asses for so damned long.
This is a process, not an event, as I’m so fond of saying. Kudos to Matt Gaetz for outlasting and outmaneuvering the shifty, scheming Vichy GOPe shitweasels, and slam-dunking this one on them in the end. Many happy returns, Rep Gaetz. Bravo, and encore.
Update! Multifarious backup for my “treacherous two-headed serpent” slam against FORMER (a-HENH!) Speaker McCarthy.
Eight Republican representatives, led by Rep. Matt Gaetz (R-FL), on Tuesday successfully carried a motion to vacate, meaning Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) is no longer speaker of the House. Several of the representatives have spoken out to explain why they ousted McCarthy.
There was a running theme in the comments criticizing McCarthy, who cut deals on spending with Democrats despite the fact that America cannot afford continued high spending, for his financial irresponsibility.
Gaetz posted multiple videos of himself on X (Twitter), including a fiery denunciation of the corruption of our government. “I’ll make this argument at any desk in this building. I’ll make it on every street corner in this country, that Washington must change,” he said.
Rep. Andy Biggs (R-AZ) tweeted his opinion before the vote happened. “Speaker McCarthy has failed to demonstrate himself as an effective leader who will change the status quo,” he said. “He has gone against many of the promises he made in January and can no longer be trusted at the helm.” Biggs also posted a clip of himself on Steve Bannon’s “War Room,” highlighting McCarthy’s uninspiring record.
Rep. Eli Crane (R-AZ) posted after the vote that he wants to ensure “We the People” aren’t “steamrolled by the status quo.”
More at the link. I’ll leave you with Catherine Salgado’s summation:
Finally, I’d like to add my own personal opinion. “Infighting is bad for the GOP,” we are told, but spineless politicians who consistently cave to the Democrats are helping destroy our nation. The U.S. debt is “unsustainable,” according to experts, and yet McCarthy even reportedly made a deal with Joe Biden for Ukraine funding we can’t afford! We need people in charge who work for American citizens, not people who assist our disastrous careen toward national bankruptcy and collapse. Republicans lose partly because we have a defeatist mentality; we assume we’re going to lose before we even start fighting, and we choose to act based on how we think Democrats will respond. That’s unacceptable. Thank God the Founders didn’t think the same way. The Democrats sure as heck don’t, which is probably how they took over all our institutions and normalized ideologies that a few decades ago were considered blatant insanity.
I must beg to differ, Cath: Republicans “lose” mainly because that’s their assigned role in this elaborate kabuki production currently misnomered as *gag choke puke spit* “democracy.” Although your point about the debilitating plague of “defeatist” malaise afflicting the hoodwinked Republican Party rank and file is certainly well-taken. The sad fact is that, for far too many years now, conservatives have been content to play defense only, when every winning coach would tell you that the time-tested path to victory is offense.
In military terms, although it’s eminently possible to forestall defeat via a tenacious, determined defense of a position or region, wars aren’t usually won that way. In warfare, the initiative is everything; forever responding to enemy actions is folly, a sure-fire recipe for defeat. Forcing the enemy to respond to you—bringing him to battle on ground of your choosing, not his; forcing his soldiers to cower in hastily-dug foxholes and improvised entrenchments under an aggressive artillery barrage; neutering his own artillery with counterbattery fire; leaving his aircraft aflame in their revetments, the pilots and ground crews fleeing for their lives to the shelters, instead of taking to the air to attack your planes and airfields—is always the way to go, if you can manage it.
3VDH, while not an enthusiastic Trump supporter in the beginning, was never a neverTrumper and expressed cautious support early on in spite of often writing for the neverTrump National Review. An association that ended, in part, over the NR’s support of the marxist left. From his mouth in an earlier interview with Tucker is the following transcript, a good short read: VDH, why I left NR
1Matt Gaetz has formally filed a motion to vacate the chair and remove speaker McCarthy.
Speaking to reporters Gaetz lays it out and states the headline words.
UPDATE:
Gaetz is successful and McCarthy is out as speaker!
Out of all the republicans only 8 voted to remove swampy kevin McCarthy: Gaetz, Burchett, Buck, Biggs, Crane, Good, Mace, Rosendale.
Only 8.
12When vigilantism is all that’s left, then vigilantism it shall damned well be.
A 26-year-old taxi driver from the Middle East was reported for rape against a 14-year-old girl – and then found hanged in a nature reserve. Now the girl, her boyfriend and three of his brothers are suspected of the very troublesome murder, which according to the prosecutor had the character of “an execution”.
The events began in February this year when the then 15-year-old girl reported that the taxi driver had raped her when she was 14.
On March 26, a taxi was found abandoned, overflowing and with the taximeter in progress on a parking at Hjälstaviken nature reserve in Enköping municipality north of Stockholm.
On April 1, the taxi driver – was found hung in a tree 500 meters from the car.
Aww, what a shame. Bayou Peter says:
That’s what happens when the authorities can’t or won’t act against criminals, particularly unwanted alien intruders (of which Sweden has an outsize proportion among its population). It’s not limited to Sweden by any means. Friends, acquaintances and contacts of mine in law enforcement around these parts, ranging from Oklahoma City to Dallas/Fort Worth and from Amarillo to Texarkana, have all reported “unintended consequences” of crimes, sometimes fatal for the criminals, other times just very, very painful and/or impoverishing. I’d say I’ve heard of at least a couple of dozen occurrences over the past year or two, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
When police will no longer respond to a crime because it’s too “minor” for them to bother about, or because they’re too busy elsewhere, or because it’s politically incorrect to make a fuss about certain crimes and/or perpetrators…people will take it upon themselves to act. The authorities don’t like that, and will doubtless threaten dire consequences, but it’s already happening and it’s going to go on happening. After all, if those same authorities ignore the rule of law and the provisions of our constitution by encouraging (and even paying for) massive alien invasion, they shouldn’t be surprised when the crimes committed by those aliens (an increasing proportion of them, I’m told) attract consequences that also ignore the law and the constitution. One good (?) turn deserves another, and all that sort of thing.
BP unequivocally avows that he disapproves of such, but at this late date I can’t honestly say the same myself; far as I’m concerned, the bestial thug got exactly what he had coming to him, no more nor less. The Proper Authorities having consciously abjured their sworn duty to protect their citizenry in favor of political correctness, “diversity,” and multi-culti virtue signalling, I’m not exactly distraught at seeing the prey turn predator.
Ultimately, blame rests squarely on those in positions of trust and authority—both in Sweden, the US, and across most of Western Civ, sadly—who foolishly decided that importing Third World wolves en masse to have at the First World sheep without so much as a token nod towards assimilation and acculturation was a good idea. Left to their own devices, there’s only so much predation ordinary people will put up with, which is only meet and just.
The true immorality here lies neither with those finally forced to take action in their own defense, nor even with the wolves simply doing the things wolves will do. Rather, it rests with those who, having voluntarily taken solemn oaths to secure their nation’s borders and protect those within them, conspire to fling open the gates to the marauding hordes and allow them—hell, encourage them, in fact—to run completely amok. Such circumstances make vigilante reprisal inevitable; it not only will happen, it damned well ought to. Peter sums it up:
It’s very telling that many governments and their agencies are coming down more and more in favor of evil, and against good, in defiance of their citizens. It’s not just about crime – it’s about every aspect of our lives.
Precisely so. Bad as it is, what we have here is more than just defiance of said citizens, and worse as well. It’s active, open betrayal of them. Intolerable conditions will not forever be tolerated—not whilst the most tatterdemalion scrap of honor and self-respect remains among those put-upon souls subjected to them, it won’t. Every society has its breaking point, just as the individuals who created it do. Thus the day must surely dawn when the betrayed will rise up to repay their abusers in full measure, to the last bitter dregs. To expect otherwise is daylight barking madness.
Predator-class blaggards, note ye well. Their Ruling Class enablers: same-same, perhaps even moreso. We see you.
Update! Note, also, this unforgettable scene from The Watchmen.
“All the whores and politicians will look up and shout, ‘Save us!’ And I’ll whisper: NO.”
3Another shitlib gets herself a painful schooling in the stark home-truth that a nation without borders, by definition, cannot be said to be a nation at all.
New York’s Democrat Governor Kathy Hochul ranted about failing immigration policies saying the southern border is ‘too open’ and demanded a limit on how many people can stream over into the US.
During a Sunday appearance on CBS’ ‘Face the Nation,’ Hochul said she feels the country’s border is currently too much of a free-for-all.
‘We want [Congress] to have a limit on who can come across the border,’ said Hochul.
‘People coming from all over the world are finding their way through, simply saying they need asylum, and the majority of them seem to be ending up in the streets of New York, and that is a real problem for New York City,’ she added, echoing what Mayor Eric Adams has been saying for months.
‘It’s in our DNA to welcome immigrants. But there has to be some limits in place.’
How delightfully ironic—that’s precisely what beleaguered border towns have been telling open-borders D卐M☭CRATs like yourself for years and years now, you miserable bint. Compounding the irony is this (bold mine):
‘Congress has to put more controls at the border,’ she said, noting that some lawmakers have called for a reduction in the number of Border Patrol officers stationed down south.
‘Talk about eliminating positions for Border Patrol, well, we actually need to double or quadruple those numbers,’ she said.
Within the last 18-months, more than 110,000 migrants have arrived in New York City.
OOOOOOHHHHH, you poor pitiful Sanctuary State/City pearls! Over a hundred thou, is it? How very awful for you all! May I remind you that a lowball-estimated 20 fucking MILLION immivaders have crossed our (former) borders the last few years, the majority of them blitzing tiny Texas towns who hadn’t smarmily declared themselves to be “Sanctuary” anything.
Officials have been scrambling to house and provide basic accommodations for the massive number, and the attention of the city’s government has been diverted, often at the expense of the legal population of the Big Apple.
“Massive number,” my wrinkled, baggy scrotum. You asked for it, you got it. Now deal.
More at the link, which I didn’t bother reading because of a sudden onset of intense ennui and lack of concern.
Backupdate! Not as bad as all that then, huh Kath?
Sunday, Gov. Hochul delivered a spot-on explanation for New York’s current dilemma — for how it came to be stuffed full of penniless border-hoppers.
The problem, she said, is the border itself: As in, “It’s too open right now.”
Which it obviously is. The consequences — societal, fiscal and cultural — also are obvious, and becoming more so.
But Hochul’s candor — aimed squarely at Washington, and at Joe Biden in particular — clearly has had consequences too.
On Monday, she was warbling a different — far more deferential — tune. To wit:
“With respect to what was said about the border, I have called for a more thoughtful, balanced national immigration — federal — immigration policy.”
Translation: “Oops, I sure stepped in it this time. Please don’t hurt me.”
Ah, but Gov. Flippity-Flop needn’t worry. She’s too compliant to be of concern, especially after re-embracing the orthodoxy — and, in the process, making sure that nobody ever again takes seriously a word she says.
It’s not hard to imagine the blowback Hochul’s impertinence generated; the phone calls doubtless came fast and furious — the message being clear: “Nice incumbency you got there, guv. Be a pity if something happened to it.”
To which Hochul might have replied: “Go to hell. This is my state, and I’m going to do what I can — what I must — to protect it.”
What a glorious, liberating moment that would have been – both for Hochul and for the Empire State itself.
But she said no such thing.
She groveled – and now she, and New York, can expect more of the same: More disrespect, for sure, but also many, many more budget-crushing economic wanderers masquerading as political refugees.
Tough noogies, sez I. You can be sure that, whoever New York’s governor ends up being, he/she/it will be another of their patented cookie-cutter D卐M☭CRAT shitlibs, who will put political intrigue, corruption, and personal privilege over the best interests of the people they misrule, as always. I know there are a fair few saner sorts in the less-citified corners upstate; they’re so lopsidedly outnumbered, one can’t help but feel kinda bad for them, really.
That said, in NY as in Europe “conservative” doesn’t mean anything close to what Real Americans understand by the word. That’s something that should always be borne closely in mind. Even Rudy Giuliani, contra his hardass right-winger image in The City itself, was always a Big Government guy—a lot more liberal than Flyover folks might assume. Mind you, he did a fine job as mayor and prosecutor both, no denying that. Rudy really did save NYC from itself; I lived there then, and watched him do it. What fun it was for a guy like me to behold, too. Take him out of the Five Boroughs and plonk him down in Alabama or Oklahoma or Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, though, and he’s just another “moderate” at best.
21Monday’s Substackin’ About is posted as of now. Titled “A tale of two obstructions of Congressional proceedings,” this one is a smelting-cauldron-temperature blast of dudgeon most high regarding the ugly disparity betwixt how several hundred J6 “rioters” have been handled, as opposed to how loathsome Congresscreature Jamaal Bowman almost certainly will be, for the exact same gott-damned crime. Dig if you will:
I repeat: let’s not anybody be holding etc. Because we all already know only too well what’s going to happen to this wretched, over-entitled asswipe: Zip. Zero. Nada. Not one blessed thing. This, like so many other news stories which happen to be inconvenient for D卐M☭CRATs, is already being meticulously swept under the rug; in looking around for something—anything—on it just now, I had to dig pretty deep at my usual haunts to come up with anything beyond the days-old initial mentions.
The travesty of justice inflicted on the J6 defendants will be doubled and redoubled when Bowman waltzes away without even an obligatory slap on the wrist; if his fellow Congresscritters, Republicrat and Demican alike, bother with so much as a toothless censure of their distinguished and “honorable” colleague, I will be very surprised.
Prison time? It is to laugh, most bitterly. Trump Jr’s justly-outraged demand for equal treatment before the law is well taken, but it’s no more than pissing in the wind; rest assured, his father will be rockin’ orange WAY before Jamaal Bowman is required to answer for his felonious actions.
Read the rest; if it doesn’t infuriate you, please have someone nearby check you for a pulse. Because you probably ain’t got one.
What a maroon update! Via Ace, Bowman pukes forth a retraction of his earlier confession, of sorts.
Democratic Rep. Jamaal Bowman sent out a list of talking points for his colleagues Monday blaming Republican “Nazi[s]” after he set off a fire alarm as the House of Representatives was in the process of approving a spending bill to avoid a government shutdown, according to a memo.
Republicans called for Bowman’s impeachment after he was caught on camera hitting a fire alarm during a crucial vote on a funding package Saturday, despite his claims that it was an accident. Bowman’s office distributed a memo to fellow Democrats, with suggested talking points on the “extreme reach” of “MAGA Republicans” and the “Nazi members” of the GOP, according to the document.
“I believe Congressman Bowman when he says this was an accident,” one of the prompts reads. “Republicans need to instead focus their energy on the Nazi members of their party before anything else.”
Another talking point claimed that there are “multiple insurrectionist supporters in Congress” and that focus on Bowman was designed to “minimize January 6th,” according to the memo. Several points blamed the GOP for trying to “distract from the fact” that they almost “shut down the federal government for no reason.”
Bowman argued in a statement Saturday that the signs for the doors leading to the House floor had confused him, leading to him flipping the wrong switch. The signs in question read “Emergency Exit Only” and “Push Until Alarm Sounds.”
SO, is he a bald-faced lying shitweasel, or just a complete and total dumbass? Another case for embracing the healing power of “and,” looks like to me. Every day, in every way, I’m liking Will Rogers’ idea more and more.
There ought to be one day – just one – when there is open season on senators.
As I said first time around: One day, per year, and by no means restricted to Senators alone, either. The Bee headline Ace includes at the end of his post is priceless too. This update is exclusively available here at the CF Muthaship, by the by; I didn’t attach it to the Eyrie post, because what the heck.
11Actually, that’s not quite right either; it isn’t going to end at all, at least not until it’s officially legal for “people” to marry animals. Yes, that will mean that Christian churches (but not mosques; NEVER mosques) will be forced to perform marriage ceremonies for them, after which all congregants will have to rise to their feet and cheer in jubilation as the happy couple (almost certainly both males, or pseudo-“males” who have had their tits sliced off) lies down on the altar to consummate their holy matrimonial union by enthusiastically butt-fucking each other half to death in front of their appalled, coerced audience.
Think I’m being hyperbolic, do ya? Give it another five to ten years. At MOST.
Hundreds of people who identify as dogs gather in city center: ‘Call animal control’
They’ve got a bone to pick.A pack of dog-identifying humans has prompted calls for “animal control” after footage of their Berlin meet-up went viral.
An estimated 1,000 people who prefer to be recognized as not humans, but canines, organized a gathering at the Berlin Potsamer Platz railroad station in Germany, communicating only by howling or barking at one another.
Online, critics jeered at the trans-species folk, some offering to put the herd’s “canine instincts” to the test:
“Just abandon them in the Siberian tundra and let them survive with their canine instincts.”
“I don’t see anyone smelling the tail of others.”
“Call animal control and give them their rabies doses.”
“Can you imagine when they all have to defecate?”
“But if they identify as dogs, why do they put on masks?”
“When I wear my costume I feel I’m no longer human,” Ueda, 32, previously told the UK Times. “I’m free of human relationships. All kinds of troubles, related to work and other things — I can forget about them.”
But animal-like behavior has been fetishized as a BDSM kink known as “puppy play,” where participants, usually men, are equipped with muzzles, collars or leashes and behave like a dog.
Some OnlyFans models have become mutts to rake in the big bucks, finding that the canine behavior is especially lucrative.
In 2020, adult content creator Jenna Phillips revealed she raked in $10,000 per month just for acting like a pooch — collar and all.
“It’s insane,” she said at the time. “I never thought my weird dog kink would be looked at by a broad audience, or that so many people would like/care about it. It still blows my mind.”
Emphasis mine, because she’s perfectly correct: insane is EXACTLY what it is. The difference now is that used to be, we locked up the demonstrably insane in lunatic asylums to prevent the harm they might cause to others, themselves, and/or society at large. Today, we’re required to declare “Pride” months for them, attend their parades, allow them to proselytize our children, and not just tolerate them but stand up and applaud them as courageous “heroes.” DM has questions:
Can they be prohibited from restaurants? Will they be required to get rabies vaccines? Will I have to walk them on a leash? Scoop their poop?
A: Yes. Yes, you most certainly will. The last bit, anyway. That, and much, much more—and worse. The other two three, absolutely not. That would be WRONG, see.
Most importantly, if I kill someone and can prove that the person identified as a dog, I can’t be charged with murder, right? At most, animal cruelty…
Of COURSE you can. In fact, as J6 shows, you won’t even have to sardonically suggest it for them to toss you right into the Amerikan Goolag indefinitely.
31Listening just now to one of the best OTR shows, Gunsmoke, Doc Adams was opining to Marshall Dillon:
ADAMS: Y’know, Matthew, in Europe they don’t allow people to just walk around with guns like this…
DILLON: Yeah, but Doc, this ain’t Europe, we’re in Dodge City.
ADAMS: That’s true, I guess. At least here, we can still drink.
Heh. Turns out, some truths really ARE eternal.
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