Monday, 31 October 2016

Happy HELLOWEEN 2016

It's that traditional time of year again, when ghouls, goblins, skeletons, werewolves, vampires, and assorted other adorable little beasties will be wandering the streets tonight in search of deliciously sugary candy human souls to take home. With that in mind, here is the ONLY song you need to listen to today in order to set the mood:


A word on traditions, like Hell- er, HALLoween:

I love old-school Western traditions like this. According to at least one story that I've heard, Halloween was created by the Emperor Constantine to allow the Celts of his eastern empire a chance to let off some steam and enjoy their tradition of Samhain, even as he expanded the influence and power of Christendom.

If that story is true, then Constantine was indeed a very wise ruler. He knew that the fastest and surest way to inspire a violent reaction from his pagan subjects was to suppress their most ancient traditions. He knew that tradition is the bedrock of a culture.

It doesn't matter which culture you are talking about. This rule is universal, and we ignore it at our own great and terrible peril.

Without its traditions, American culture would be reduced to nothing more than driving along freeways from the home to the shopping mall to indulge in mindless consumerism. It already is well on its way to being precisely that, if it isn't there already.

With its traditions, American culture becomes something worthy of admiration.

There are few things that I love more than the Nativity Scene at Christmas, or the carving of the turkey at the family Thanksgiving feast, or the Veteran's Day parades.

These are not necessarily exclusively American traditions, but Americans have taken the core values and ideas behind them, and made them fresh and unique and relevant to the American experience of the world.

These traditions remind us of who we are, of what our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed for us, and of how great Western culture can be if only we would stop being such complete spanners as we destroy the very society that gave us these wonderful things.

I don't have kids, but I can think of nothing more wonderful than to be woken up at 6am on Christmas Day by the happy shrieks and laughter of little children, discovering presents under the tree. When I was little, spending Christmas at my grandparents' house was my favourite time of year.

My grandparents are long gone now, but I continue to love spending Christmas with my family at my parents' house. Out of one tradition has grown another, organically created by the same values that our forefathers passed on to us.

Traditions might appear utterly irrational to outside observers. To most Asians, for instance, the notion of a little kid decked out in a ridiculous outfit walking up to a stranger's house, knocking on the door, and asking for candy, is flatly absurd. We don't get it. We don't really have a similar tradition back in the old country.

Conversely, most Westerners look upon the Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival as more than a little ridiculous- not to mention, deeply unhygienic.

And just about no Westerner that I've ever met "gets" the concept of holi, in which Indians throw coloured powder at each other and generally create an almighty mess before stuffing their faces full of spicy food.

Similarly, diwali, the Festival of Lights, makes little sense to most Westerners. There are multiple origin stories behind diwali, each one more outlandish and silly than the last- one of them involves a monkey-god jumping over the sea separating Ceylon (Sri Lanka) and Bharat (India). Most Indians don't pay terribly much attention to the origin stories and instead use the occasion as a (really very fun) excuse to detonate lots of firecrackers and sparklers on the night of a new moon.

Westerners don't quite get that, either.

Hell, I don't get it. And I'd lived in Asia for most of my childhood.

Yet, as irrational as they can be, they serve as important cultural touchstones, to remind us of our heritage and of all that we owe to it.

And of course, these traditions exist to be passed down through generations. One of the things I most admire about American culture- real American culture, to be found in the heartland of this country of wonders and riches, not the toxic swamp of SWPL stupidity that you find in the big cities- is that the rural folk of America keep their traditions alive, to be passed down to their children by example.

That is how cultures survive, and thrive. That is how it should be. Our traditions define us and give us a base upon which to build our lives, so that we can then create new, living, breathing traditions of our own.

So on this All Hallow's Eve, take your little banshee or warlock out, fill your child's bag full of tooth-rotting candy, exchange a wearily amused knowing glance with your adult neighbours, and enjoy this wonderful tradition of yours.

You might be exhausted in the evening, but it'll be worth it to see your child's face light up in a big goofy smile.

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Trollary

In my last post on the Hilldebeast, I pointed out that there is an image floating around teh InterWebz that takes the Bitch's stupidity to its logical conclusion. As troll jobs go, it was a damned good one. In the comments I got a request from Laguna Beach Fogey to post a few more. Since this blog belongs to you lot of crazy lovable bastards as much as it does to me, it gives me great pleasure to oblige.

So, 'ere we go, lads. Time for us shitlords to troll like it's 2000 again.

(First one is courtesy of Badger Brigadon)







That last one has got to be my favourite. Yes, by all means, let us end the massive disparity in combat deaths! It's high time we had equality on the battlefield, boys and girls! Are you with her or not?!?


#DraftOurDaughters
#StrongerTogether
#HomeInTimeForBrunch
#ToppestOfKeks

If you're MGTOW and you know it...

Actually, this episode of Redonkulas is for the guys who are "red pill" and maybe don't know it- but all of you will find yourselves nodding along to the points that Popp makes here:


The most critically important point that Popp makes is that, the moment you start accepting the truth, you can never look at the world the same way again. You cannot go back. You cannot avoid it. You can only move forward, knowing that much of what you once believed to be true is simply wrong, and that you must now figure out how to deal with the world as it is, not how it ought to be.

The results can be jarring, to say the least.

You will quickly find that your tolerance for bullshit drops to zero in a very big hurry. You cannot stand being around idiots and you have no interest in dealing with their nonsense.

You won't be able to stand the banal conversations that excite everyone else. Talking to people at work can become sheer torture; while they're all nattering on about the latest episode of Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead or- in the case of the women- Keeping up with the Kardashians (dear God, just kill me now...), you're frantically looking for the nearest fire alarm to pull, just so you can get out of having to deal with such insipid nonsense.

You won't care about politics very much. This blog didn't exist back in 2012, but I can tell you that my interest in who became President could reasonably have been described as: ZFG. It just did not matter. They were both horrible candidates and it became increasingly difficult to tell one apart from the other.

(That, by the way, is what makes 2016 so unusual. For the first time in literally an entire generation, we have an actual choice available. It isn't necessarily a great choice, but I've seen far worse.)

You can't care much anymore about the same things that distract most people. Fantasy football leagues become completely stupid to you, because you start caring only about doing things that actually matter to you, that are real and interesting for you.

And as a result, you're going to begin to cut people out of your life who exhibit the traits that you once did.

Accepting the truth comes at a terrible cost. It means simply walking away from people and things that were once very dear to you- because you have changed, but they have not.

At some point, you'll be hit in the gut by this horrible feeling that you are alone, and that you will spend the rest of your life that way. And you will be tempted to save those around you so that they, too, can join you on your journey.

In reality, you cannot save anyone. You can only show them the way. That is when you realise that, actually, being alone isn't that terrible after all.

And then, eventually, you find others like you, who have embraced the same truths that you have, and paid the same price. That is when you realise that what you went through was worth all of the agony, the doubt, and the sorrow.

It was worth the price, because now you are free- to live your own life, on your own terms, the way God Almighty intended you to do. And nothing and no one can stop you from doing what makes you happy.

That is why the Manosphere is so important. It is literally saving lives, every day. That is why we matter, and why we are not going away.

Friday, 28 October 2016

Friday T&A: Благодарю Бога за русских девушек Edition

Google Translate tells me that the bit of gobbledegook that's in the title translates into "Thank God for Russian girls". For the, like, two Slavic-speaking people who read this tumbleweed-infested blog of alcohol-fuelled nonsense and know how to read Cyrillic, don't blame me if that's not accurate, technically it ain't my fault.

If I did, in fact, use the wrong phrase (which is a virtual certainty), anyone who speaks actual Russian- without a Georgian accent, thank you very much- is free to correct me in the comments below.

Assuming, of course, you get past the ladies.

Note: I had to do a fair bit of arduous (read: really good fun) research to find all of these, so I hope you guys appreciate it.

(It also occurred to me while I was putting this together that there might be a bit more A than T this week. That wasn't intentional. I intend to correct that egregious oversight next week.)

Enjoy your weekend, all you lovable bastards.






Mum's Army

Somewhere in the Kremlin, Vladimir Putin is laughing his arse off:


(h/t Vox Day @ Alpha Game)

Before anyone says anything, I suspect it's a likely troll job. If so, it's a damn good one.

Problem is, I can just see the Bitch being willing to do something precisely this stupid.

I swear, if this comes to pass, it will be time to pack up and head for the hills because the next thing that is going to happen is the Annihilation of Sodom 2.0. I can think of no clearer indication that the US government has completely lost the plot than if it were suddenly to require women to be drafted.

Quite aside from the havoc that such a policy would wreak on the actual fighting power of the US armed forces from having yet more estrogen introduced into the art of war- that manliest (in the best and worst possible sense of the word) of all occupations- one has to wonder how stupid the government would have to be in sending women to die on the front lines.

As I and others have very coldly pointed out, the fact remains that if you want to have enough cannon-fodder available to win a war, you need to have the means to produce that cannon-fodder. That means that you need the ability to produce fighting men. And for that, you need women to get knocked up and give birth to sons who can then go get shot and blown up and maimed and burned and horribly wounded for God and King and Country.

That is the reality of war. And that is what the Hilldebeast apparently wants to force women to experience. (Again, it's highly likely that some clever wag decided to do the internet equivalent of pantsing the Rottenmuncher and her non-stop banshee-like shrieking.)

I cannot think of a more obvious sign of a decadent and stupid civilisation that richly deserves destruction from On High.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

That puckering feeling in the rectum...

That's the feeling that the Hilldebeast is undoubtedly experiencing right now- because the polls, which have been all over the place during this election cycle, are now tightening, and that spells very big trouble for the Rottenmuncher:
Donald Trump holds a narrow two-point lead over Hillary Clinton in battleground Florida, as the two camps fight over a state that both are calling a big prize. 
Trump leads Clinton by 45 to 43 in the latest Bloomberg News poll in a race where third party candidates are included. 
In a hypothetical two-way match up between the two main contenders, Trump's lead falls to just one point, 46 to 45 per cent. 
Among critical independent voters, Trump is holding a narrow lead of 43 to 41 per cent.
It's not just Florida. It's becoming a national phenomenon:
Polls are tightening in the presidential race with less than two weeks to go before Election Day. 
Some new surveys show Democrat Hillary Clinton’s national polling edge narrowing and Republican Donald Trump performing more strongly in the swing state of Florida. 
Trump still faces a steep uphill climb, and the Electoral College map is extremely challenging for him. But the movement in the poll numbers gives his campaign hope after perhaps the worst phase of his campaign. 
A new Bloomberg poll in Florida gave Trump a 2-point edge on Wednesday. In the RealClearPolitics (RCP) polling average in the Sunshine State, Clinton’s edge has been eroded from 4 percentage points on Oct. 21 to 1.6 points now. 
In the RCP national average, Clinton’s lead has softened from 7.1 points on Oct. 17 to 5.1 points now. 
If the polls froze in their current position, Clinton would win the White House comfortably. But the fluidity is causing even some Democrats to warn against complacency. 
“I think we have to wait and see where we are a week from now,” said one Democratic strategist who asked for anonymity to speak candidly. “But races aren’t over 13 days out. Races are over on Election Day.”
Let's not get our hopes up just yet. There is still a very real likelihood that The Bitch will be sworn in as President of the United States of America next January- at which point, it's game over. Stick a fork in America, the country is done.

And let's be real about one thing. President Trump is not going to save the country. I may call him the God-Emperor, but that nickname is half-ironic because, in the Warhammer 40K universe, the God-Emperor of Mankind saw his glorious dream for his race shattered by the climactic battle against evil incarnate.

(Sometimes reality imitates fiction, and not the other way around.)

But the signs are in Mr. Trump's favour. I, for one, am very much hoping that I can go to my aunt's place for Thanksgiving this year- she lives in a ridiculously deep-blue county and is herself the flightiest of airheaded liberals- to find everyone else in a deep funk about the fact that The Bitch lost.

That would be an epic moment. I would get through my list of thanks- I know I'm going to be the only one at the table who will thank the Lord of Creation, and that's even with supposed Christians sitting there- and then, right at the end, I'll be able to say:
And I'm thankful for one more thing. I thank God for the fact that I can say these words- which at one point I thought I would never, ever be able to say in public: thank You, Lord, for PRESIDENT Donald J. Trump!!!
I would be lucky to walk out of there without being pelted with food- at minimum. (Actually, at a table of effete liberals, I'd probably be the only one who has ever formed an actual fist, so I would likely be fine. Not to mention that I am always armed with some form of weapon.)

But it would be totally worth it.


Tuesday, 25 October 2016

War and culture, Pt. 1: Why the West keeps losing

A long time ago, in a township far, far away- which is to say, probably sometime around early 2009 or thereabouts, in what I'm guessing was probably a semi-remote part of Virginia- a certain retired ex-Army Ranger and infantry battalion commander sat down to write a certain novel that eventually became Book 12 of John Ringo's Legacy of the Aldenata series.

That book was, of course, The Tuloriad. Quite aside from being a really rather good work of science fiction- it made my top-5 list of fiction books that I read in 2015- it also does a very good job of making a serious philosophical point.

And the basic point that this certain retired Lieutenant Colonel- who was, and judging by his recent writing, still is, in his own words, deeply interested in the "militantly and violently aggressive anti-communism market"- wanted to make in writing that book was pretty simple: don't bring a knife to a gunfight, especially a gunfight that involves defending your culture, your faith, and your very way of life.

Now obviously, I have no right whatsoever to speak for LTC Tom Kratman- for many reasons, including and not limited to the fact that he actually reads what I write from time to time. (And not just the posts involving girls with titanic tits either.)

Nevertheless, I think it's fair to say that the essential point that LTC Kratman was trying to make in that book was this: there are certain things about our way of life that are worth fighting for, worth dying for, and if you're going to die for something, then it damned well helps to believe in the values that caused you to take a stand in the first place.

This is advice that is well worth bearing in mind these days, as what is left of Western culture slides ever deeper and faster into the abyss.

My friends, the simple fact is that the West is dying.

Its people have ceased to breed. Its greatest cities are being flooded with hordes of immigrants, legal and illegal. Entire neighbourhoods of London and New York and Paris are no longer recognisable as being distinctly "English" or "American" or "French"; the people who inhabit these locales speak every language on Earth except for the one known as the mother tongue of their host nation. The most glorious ancient cathedrals of nations that were once proudly Christian are empty; I have personally seen, not far from where I live, a former church building now being used as a mosque.

The Men of the West no longer have the will to fight for their civilisation. They have forgotten all the good that it brought to them. They have failed to learn the lessons of the recent past.

Whether we like it or not, it is distinctly possible that you and I will live to see the final destruction of Western civilisation as we know it today.

The reasons behind the decline and fall of Western civilisation are many and varied. To paraphrase that rather good line from Isaac Asimov's first Foundation novel, somewhere in the past fifty years, historians will draw a line and say, "this marks the Fall of the West". They will argue about the causes at great length, and first one point of view and then another will hold sway, just as has been the case throughout the history of, well, history.

Some will argue that it was the very success of Western civilisation that caused its destruction. Others will state that the West allowed itself to be given a lethal dose of an extraordinarily virulent and rapidly mutating virus called cultural Marxism. Still others will argue that specific historical forces that follow relatively predictable patterns and cycles were at play. And yet more will argue that the Men of the West destroyed themselves the moment that they were stupid enough to permit the barbarians of the world to invade them under the guise of peace and in the name of sharing out the prosperity.

All of these things are actually true to greater or lesser degrees, depending on your point of view. But none of these arguments, or any similar arguments, can address the reason as to why the West is simply folding up without (so far) much by way of a fight.

The reason is simple: the Men of the West have ceased to believe that they have anything left to fight for.

And that will get them killed.

We are up against enemies of a kind that the Western world has not seen or fought against for over three hundred years, such has been the utter dominance and supremacy of the Western ways of both war and peace.

It has been said before, correctly, that civilisations are destroyed from within long before they are ever conquered from without. The Anglosphere's internal enemies are, of course, the cultural Marxists, the progressives, and the suicidally stupid "social justice" types. Its external enemies are primarily worshippers of the Mohammedan heresy of Christianity that we know as Islam.

If it were not for the presence of Western civilisation to provide a common enemy, these two forces would normally be busily and happily invested in attempting to destroy each other.

Godless progressives see the ambiguous, amorphous goal of "social justice", whatever that means in any given context, as their ultimate objective, and brook no opposition to enforcing a rigid uniformity of thought and action.

Islamists seek the totally unambiguous and absolutely straightforward establishment of a monolithic theocratic state in which even the possibility of questioning the purpose of their "god" is met with instant and brutal retaliation.

Both enemies seek different ends that look startlingly similar, at least at a superficial level. But they achieve those ends in largely identical fashion.

They start by identifying a civilisation that has, essentially, run out of serious problems to solve- as the West has. In Western civilisation, most of the problems that have plagued Mankind since the dawn of history have largely disappeared. Poverty, disease, war, famine, and even death have all been mostly conquered within the West, such has been the transformative power of the West's hard-won prosperity.

They exaggerate or invent injustices that exist in the host society, reaching outward to convert, then inward to destroy. Once they have achieved a significant enough critical mass of new converts, they begin enforcing their ideology through the power of the State, which is the first target for their subversive activities.

They achieve this by exploiting the very results of the successes that have made their hosts great. The Western world has been the pinnacle of civilisation for well over three hundred years- no other way of life has come even close in the centuries before or since the Enlightenment in attaining material prosperity, security, or freedom. The result of this success has inevitably been complacency, laxity, and sloth.

After all, if you live in a society where even the poorest 20% of the population possesses material wealth that rivals the richest 20% in many of the world's less successful cultures, you might be forgiven for thinking that life really cannot get any better, and that there really is not any point in trying to maintain and enhance the ancient virtues and traditions that got your culture to where it is.

And that, unfortunately, is where the West is today. Its people have lost faith and reason at precisely the moment when it is needed the most. There is a deep crisis of confidence within America and its European allies, a sense that the values and traditions that created the West are no longer relevant or are dying out.

Which brings us back to the reason why the West simply is not capable of winning against its current enemies, both foreign and domestic.

SJWs, for all of their vileness, at least believe in something- however ridiculous, irrational, and unrealistic. Try talking to a radical feminist or a "transgender rights activist" and you'll quickly realise that you're dealing with an ideologue, a man (or woman- though honestly with these crazies it's hard to tell the sexes apart) who cannot be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with into a different point of view.

You're dealing with someone who just wants to watch the world burn.

The same is true, even more so, of Islamists. They believe in a cause far greater than themselves. They believe that an eternal reward awaits them for their sacrifices on this Earth. And they will not tolerate any opposition to their beliefs.

Against belief like that, the increasingly godless, hedonistic, consumerist West simply will not stand a chance.

Without belief in something worth fighting for, and without men and women willing to fight and die to protect those values and traditions that gave birth to the greatest, freest, most advanced nations the world has ever known, the West will die, and all of the great good that it has done will die with it.

Monday, 24 October 2016

Guess the ethnicity, Philly Cheese Steak Edition


So it turns out that a young white girl, among others, was beaten up by a "flash mob" of assailants in Philadelphia.

OK, well, tragic as that is, why is that news? After all, this seems to be happening every other day in America's most "diverse" cities.

Well, read through the article and see what it says about the attackers- or, to be more precise, what it DOES NOT say:
Four teenagers have been arrested after a series of flash mob style attacks around Temple University campus in which students were beaten by gangs of juveniles. 
Police said that in a spate of attacks on Friday night, students were surrounded, then punched, kicked, robbed and in some cases knocked to the ground by groups of teens. 
Groups of between 20 and 100 young people roved the university campus in northern Philadelphia for nearly two hours from 8pm and picked on people at random. 
Six students were injured and a university police officer who was knocked to the ground. A police horse was punched in the face by a 15-year-old boy. 
In a separate incident a young woman was held down and stomped repeatedly before employees from a nearby pizza place intervened, her father said. 
Another junior posted pictures of her black eye. She says the attackers punched her in the face as she walked back to her apartment with her boyfriend. 
Temple spokesman Ray Betzner told television station NBC 10 that the mobs of teenagers played a 'cat-and-mouse game' with police. 
Joe Lauletta wrote on Facebook on Saturday that that his daughter Christina Lauletta was a victim of one of the groups. 
His post, in which he claims she was held down and kicked and stomped until every part of her body was bruised, has been shared 4,000 times. 
He wrote: 'I find out that her and her 2 male friends where badly beaten by a group of 30-40 black teenagers on their way home from the Temple football game. 
'This happened after they got off the subway at Broad and Cecil B Moore. These sick animals held her down and kicked and stomped on her repeatedly. 
'Thank god, the people from the pizza place intervened. They arrested 2 people at the scene.' 
'I have not let Christina out of my sight, she is resting. Every part of her body is badly bruised, it makes me cry just thinking about it. No broken bones. 
'If you have children at Temple, tell them to be careful. Please keep Christina Lauletta in your thoughts.' 
Two people face aggravated assault, criminal conspiracy and robbery charges over the attack, Philly.com reported. 
In a different incident that led to an arrest, a boy threw a Temple officer to the ground.

The 15-year-old boy has been charged with aggravated assault and resisting arrest, according to Philly.com. 
In another incident, police said a 15-year-old boy punched a police horse twice in the face as mounted officers were trying to break up a crowd at a street corner. 
Authorities have charged him with assaulting a police service animal, Philly.com reported. 
In all, 50 juveniles were taken into custody.
Well now. Ain't that interesting. Multiple paragraphs describing the incidents that occurred in Philly, yet not one word given about the identities or the ethnicities of the attackers. I wonder why that is...

Does anybody remember the Duke University lacrosse rape scandal from about ten years back? Remember how, within about ten minutes of the story breaking, we had a pretty good idea that all of the supposed perpetrators of what was apparently a truly horrific crime were privileged white university frat boys?

And remember how the mainstream (((media))) constantly threw the race card in people's faces when covering this story, right up to and including the day on which the boys involved were completely exonerated in court?

How very interesting that, in this case, not a whisper is to be heard about the race and nature of the attackers. Could this be perhaps because Philadelphia is 44.1% black?

Ah. Perhaps we are on to something here. After all, as Colin Flaherty has documented in not one but two books by this point, cities with large black populations are the most likely to play host to episodes of racial violence- inflicted by blacks, upon everyone else.

The basic rule of the mainstream (((media))) these days is simple: they lie. They serve no interest but their own. They are not interested in reporting facts anymore, if they ever were. They are not concerned with telling you what you need to know; they only care that you believe what they tell you to, like an obedient little consuming economic animal.

If you ever question their narrative, if you ever step out of line and attempt to see beyond the painted veil, they will do their utmost to destroy you.

The problem is, of course, that they won't be able to hide the truth for much longer. The nice thing about the truth is that it eventually wins out in the end- because it is true and therefore needs no other reason or support for its existence, while lies require ever greater lies in order to sustain themselves.

Sooner or later, the truth will out about exactly who the suspects were behind these assaults. And sooner, rather than later, white America is going to discover that it has precious little in common with, and much to fear from, black America.

Hold on to your hats and your guns and ammo, folks. When that day comes, it's going to be a wild ride- and a deeply unpleasant one at that.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

Please shoot the Bieber-clone in the face

LastRedoubt pointed me toward the trailer for the next John Wick film, and I have to say, it looks BADASS:



I didn't get around to watching the first John Wick until, I think, April this year. This was despite the fact that reader Carey had emphatically told me how good it was back in March- LAST year.

In my defence, I can be somewhat dense sometimes and I have (admittedly) terrible taste in movies.

Hey, I didn't say it was a good defence.

Anyway, so I finally sat my ass down and watched John Wick. I was hooked within the first ten minutes.

I did not think that Keanu Reeves had that kind of acting depth to him. I've always thought of him as this sort of emotionless robot who can only speak in one tone of voice and is best suited to either big-budget action films like The Matrix (I do not consider the "sequels" to be worthy of mentioning by name), or more offbeat comedies like The Replacements.

Don't get me wrong, he's actually a great actor. It just doesn't seem like he would be given his CV.

And then I watched John Wick. Hoo boy, was I ever wrong.

This new film looks like it's going to take all of the best stuff from the first movie and then crank the speakers all the way up to 11. Which is great. But the thing I like the most, potentially, about this new movie is the fact that one of the main antagonists appears to look an AWFUL lot like Justin Bieber.

Given the pattern established by the previous film, and looking at what happens in the trailer, it would appear that he, too, will get shot in the face by our anti-hero.

To which I say: do we REALLY have to wait through TWO HOURS OF MOVIE to see that happen?!?!?

How your dog REALLY sees you

So I was watching a comedy special starring Iliza Schlesinger the other day, who turns out to be a very funny young lady. Some of her stuff is a bit hit-or-miss, but other parts of her routines are side-splitting. The special in question was, I think, War Paint on Netflix- or something else that sounds exactly like the title of a great RUSH song.

Anyway, this "young" lady (she's actually a couple of years older than me, which means she ain't no spring chicken) had a moment in her routine where she dragged her dog out onto the stage and held her up, hugged close to her chest, about four feet off the ground, in order to create her own Sarah McLachlan-esque SPCA commercial.


The skit itself was funny enough, I suppose, but what really knocked me over was the expression on the dog's face.


You will not recreate this look on a human no matter how hard you try. The specific look was something that combined pants-wetting terror with the kind of face you make when your mother starts trying to use hipster vernacular in order to make herself sound... er... what's the modern phrase... "hip to the jive", I guess??? (Don't look at me, I have no idea how a hipster speaks. Mostly because, when a hipster opens his mouth, my first instinct is to punch him, hard.)

It was a look that said, "Put me down THIS INSTANT you stupid vapid blonde woman, or I swear before Dog Almighty that I will shit all over your pants."

It turns out, of course, that this is exactly what a dog thinks when you're doing something as galactically stupid as lifting up said pooch into an airborne hug:


And if you're really interested in learning how your dog thinks, see more of this sort of thing at Text From Dog.

Friday, 21 October 2016

The unsurprising return of apartheid


It is a basic law of nature that, if you insist on persecuting a minority, stealing from them, mistreating them, and chasing them out of your country through intimidation and brutality and outright murder, then that minority will react to preserve its culture and identity and way of life.

It doesn't matter where you look in human history. This has almost always been the case; it's difficult to think of a single race or tribe that simply rolled over and accepted its inevitable destruction.

Whether you look at the conquest of the American West and the often savage resistance of the American aborigines, the wars waged by the Norse pagans against their eventual Christian conquerors, the last stand of the samurai at Shiroyama, the ferocious fight that the Zulus and the Boers put up against the British, or any of the countless other examples you can think of, the fundamental human instinct for survival has always and everywhere dictated that a tribe will fight for its survival to the very end.

Evidently, though, this is complete news to the mainstream (((media))), at least as far as white people are concerned:
A sprawling 'whites-only' settlement dubbed 'Project Eden' is being set up on the edge of the South African desert by 'pioneers' who claim they are the victims of 'apartheid in reverse'. 
The controversial community will house up to 30,000 residents and is modelled on the 'Orania' enclave where Afrikaaners live apart from black people and even have their own currency. 
Jacqui Gradwell, leader of the chilling new area under construction [er... what's "chilling" about it?] cites 'the murder of 88,000 white people' since the first free vote of 1994 as evidence of 'a genocide against our people'. 
A return to the old way – when whites and non-white South Africans lived apart - 'is the only way to preserve our culture', he insists. 
'It is not a racist project, it is based on fact. We have the right to that.' 
The married father-of-six, whose beard is styled on those worn by his early settler ancestors, claims to receive 'multiple' calls every day from white 'pioneers' seeking refuge from South Africa's political volatility, endemic corruption and high rates of violent crime. 
He is convinced that the current level of violence will soon bring the 'Rainbow Nation' to the brink of civil war. 
In an unnerving example of how deep racial divisions remain in South Africa more than two decades after the end of apartheid, Gradwell is unapologetic that the qualification to be part of Die Eden Projek – the Eden Project in Afrikaans – is based on race. 
'They must be white because all the murders and all the violence in this country is perpetrated by black people,' the 55-year-old farmer says firmly without apology. 
'They must also be Christians and we intend to stick to that principle, we want to bring safety back to our own people.'
Right, lads, say it with me. All together now: "DIVERSITY + PROXIMITY = WAR".

Interestingly, I don't find anything even slightly objectionable about the idea of setting up a whites-only enclave in Africa. It doesn't bother me in the least.

Why? After all, I am not white. I am not American. I am not even a Westerner by birth. Yet I live in a majority-white nation (for now, anyway), live peaceably with my white neighbours and coworkers, and have adopted many of their customs and mannerisms as my own. My experience with white people has been almost universally positive, aside from certain harsh exceptions from during my time in Australia.

Yet I have absolutely no problem with the idea of whites wanting to live apart from blacks, when they are the minority instead of the other way around. And that is because white and black cultures are fundamentally very different and deeply incompatible.

The reality of white civilisation, as I have pointed out before, is that whites have generally created culture, order, stability, peace, and prosperity pretty much wherever they have gone. The reality of black "civilisation" is anarchy, violence, brutality, and civic dysfunction.

Anyone who disagrees is welcome to take a drive from the, very white, suburbs of Detroit into the, very black, inner city. You will experience the extreme shock of going from a prosperous and flourishing community largely made up of happy and stable individuals, to what looks like the aftermath of a direct strike by a fusion bomb.

Or just visit inner Chicago- mind that you bring body armour with you, though, it's called "Chiraq" for a reason.

Or visit Camden, NJ. Or Newark, NJ. Or large parts of the Bronx. Or...

Well, you get the idea.

The author of the Daily Mail article- who is very clearly and evidently female- has an extremely hard time understanding that white people are just like any other tribe. And tribes respond to external threats by banding together and fighting for survival.

What she further fails to understand is that the very system of oppression and separation that she condemns- which we know as apartheid- was a similar survival mechanism.

She would do well to read Ilana Mercer's superb book, Into the Cannibal's Pot. Mrs. Mercer makes no apologies whatsoever for the excesses of apartheid, which has rightly and repeatedly been castigated for its oppression of blacks and its treatment of the majority-black population as somewhat less than human in many ways. Yet, as she points out in that book, apartheid was about the clearest expression of xenophobia as a survival instinct as you will ever see.

The Boers of South Africa who created the regime of apartheid were not fools. They were pragmatists. They knew that whites in sub-Saharan Africa were a distinct minority. They knew that, in order to survive in a plainly highly hostile environment, they needed a system of government that made a very clear distinction between whites and blacks. And that is precisely what they implemented.

You can call it racist- which it was. You can call it bigoted- which it often was. You can argue that its enforcement was extremely heavy-handed- which, at times, it was. And you can argue that there was little moral backing for it other than the usual doctrine of "might makes right", since the whites had a monopoly on force that they used to keep blacks down.

What you cannot argue, not anymore, is that blacks would not do even worse to whites if given the opportunity- because that is precisely what they have done in Zimbabwe and, increasingly, in South Africa itself.

South African whites comprise less than 10% of the entire population. Blacks form about 80% of the population. The mathematics are coldly determinate. Given that blacks have, on average, far higher time preferences than whites and have demonstrated a markedly lower willingness to build out the institutions and social capital needed to create functioning, orderly, and stable societies, it should come as no surprise whatsoever that the only rational reaction from the white minority was to segregate themselves away from "the others" who were not part of their tribe.

Now we are simply witnessing the exact same thing, happening in reverse. Instead of the white ruling class taking steps to ensure the survival of its tribe, we are seeing the white persecuted class doing what is necessary to preserve its own posterity for itself and its descendants.

I note parenthetically that apartheid is far from the worst evil that has ever afflicted the dark continent. The last time I checked, the Rwandan Genocide was something that blacks inflicted among and between themselves, which incidentally put paid rather thoroughly to the ridiculous myth of black solidarity. Blacks are just as tribal as anyone else- don't ever be fooled into thinking otherwise.

There is nothing objectionable or remarkable about "Project Eden", contrary to whatever the politically correct right-on editors of the Daily Mail would like to believe. It is the natural state of humans to gravitate toward those who are most like them and to protect those who are part of their "tribe".

The lesson for the rest of us is clear. Identify your tribe- and do it quickly. Understand that your "tribe" will be the group for whom you would willingly fight for- even perhaps die for, if necessary. Realise that sooner or later, it will be you and yours against the rest of the world. And don't ever let any halfwit graduate from a "journalism school" to the left of Lenin tell you that you are wrong for doing what is natural and correct.

Friday T&A: Random hot Asian girl edition

No idea who they are. Couldn't care less when they're this hot.

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Thursday, 20 October 2016

Honey-badger-crazy

Tom Cruise might be completely batshit insane. But damn the man can act.

I mean, OK, fine, we'd have to throw Top Gun out as a mulligan, I suppose- it's the gayest non-gay movie ever made, it's ridiculous beyond words, and the acting in it is... well, the less said about that, the better.

Still, his CV is quite spectacular. The Last Samurai remains one of my favourite period-piece dramas ever, and Edge of Tomorrow was criminally underrated, while the first Jack Reacher was one of the few films where Tom Cruise was able to show that, for all that he is an ultra-extroverted alpha male, he can in fact play highly introverted Sigmas with consummate ease.

On top of all of that acting talent, though, he also evidently has a terrifically funny sense of humour. Witness what happens when he acts out his own film career in under 7 minutes:


It's a real shame that he's still madder than a honey badger with a firecracker up its arse, though.

How crazy is Tom Cruise- or should I say, Tom Crooze? This crazy:

The Green Hills of Earth by Robert A. Heinlein

This poem is contained in one of Mr. Heinlein's best short stories, "The Green Hills of Earth", which I remember reading when I was, like, 16 years old- and which has remained vivid in my memory ever since. It's a superb story by a true grandmaster of science fiction, and one of the best parts of that story was the poem it contained that gave that work its name.

Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me
As they rove around the girth
Of our lovely mother planet
Of the cool, green hills of Earth.

We rot in the moulds of Venus,
We retch at her tainted breath.
Foul are her flooded jungles,
Crawling with unclean death.

[ --- the harsh bright soil of Luna ---
--- Saturn's rainbow rings ---
--- the frozen night of Titan --- ]

We've tried each spinning space mote
And reckoned its true worth:
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.

The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade.
ALL HANDS! STAND BY! FREE FALLING!
And the lights below us fade.

Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thundering jet,
Up leaps a race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet ---

We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on the friendly skies
And the cool, green hills of Earth.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

DO. NOT. WANT.

There is a certain crazy dingbat who goes by the name of "Madonna"- you may have heard of her, especially if you grew up during the 1980s- who racked up a fair few pop hits back in her day. One or two of them are actually kind of fun to listen to, if you're in a mood to drive a drumstick through at least one of your eardrums.

Also, back when she was considered by most teenage boys to be really hot, she looked like, well, this:


Not exactly a disaster, all told. Personally I never really saw what the fuss was all about, but then by the time I got around to puberty, Madonna was about 40, so that's not really surprising.

Nowadays, however, Madonna looks a bit more like... erm... this:


Now, I'm a metalhead. Normally I could not care less what some jumped-up popstar has-been, who is clearly about twenty years past her "best-by" date, looks like or does. The only female musical personalities I care about can actually sing- see e.g. Charlotte Wessels or Floor Jansen.

Recently, however, Madonna came to my attention thanks to her comments while introducing fellow old, fat, ugly blonde girl Amy Schumer in New York City last night- those of you with weak constitutions might want to swallow a Dramamine or three before reading the rest, by the way:
Pop star Madonna got raunchy while introducing comedian Amy Schumer at a performance in New York City Tuesday night, promising the crowd sexual favors in exchange for their support of Democratic presidential candidate Hillary Clinton. 
“If you vote for Hillary Clinton, I will give you a blowjob. OK?” the 58-year-old Rebel Heart singer told an audience at New York’s Madison Square Garden Tuesday night. “I’m really good. I’m not a douche, and I’m not a tool. I take my time, I have a lot of eye contact, and I do swallow.” [SAYS WHO, lady?!?! Your ex-husband?! He's your ex, remember?!!!]
Oh hell, there goes my lunch. I knew I shouldn't have read this just after eating Mexican food...

So let's get this straight: a crazy, used-up old hag wants to suck-start your engine in order to get you to vote for another crazy, used-up, seriously evil old hag who wants to take all of your money and cut off your balls.

Does anyone else see anything seriously messed up in that proposition?

I don't know how you lot feel about voting for the Hilldebeast- probably similar to the way I do, I suspect- but I'm not sure there is a woman alive who could convince me to vote for the Rottenmuncher, no matter how many sexual favours she were to trade.

I don't care if I got home tonight and found that somehow Lauren Bacall back in her prime had been magically transported into my bed and was lying there naked as a baby- if she were to say to me, "I'm going to stay looking like this for the rest of your life and I'm yours to command, for as long as you live- but ONLY if you vote for Hillary Clinton", I'd have to boot her out on her (perfectly formed) arse.

(I'm not saying I'd like having to do that, mind you. Fortunately I would be spared the pain that such a decision would cause, since I am not allowed to vote in American elections.)

That is how unpalatable the Hilldebeast is as a candidate for President. She is quite simply the most venal, corrupt, mendacious, duplicitous, and downright dangerous person- never mind distinguishing between man or woman- that has run for the office of the Presidency in recent memory.

In fact, the only thing that should terrify you more than the idea of another "President Clinton" is the idea of letting a certain aging pop star anywhere near your junk with those teeth of hers.