Tuesday, 31 January 2017

So much winning I can't even

My folks and I got an email from my sister this morning which contained an article arguing that the God-Emperor's executive orders and actions to date represented some sort of preparations for a coup against the beloved American Republic... or some such nonsense.

Liberaltards always start weeping crocodile tears about "MUH CONSTITUTION" or "MUH DEMOCRACY" the moment we start using their own tactics against them, after all.

Now, I know my sister is a liberal and a feminist and therefore a bit of an airhead. As I have said of her in the past, if her head was not in fact bolted onto her neck, it would simply float away. So, being the righteous man of manly manliness that I am, and her older brother to boot, I suspect I might have to set her straight about a few things.

After all, if The Donald were truly serious about becoming a dictator, why stop at simply banning Muslims (which he actually didn't do)?

Indeed, I don't think Donald Trump can honestly and truthfully refer to himself as THE God-Emperor until he does ALL of the following:

  • Declare unrelenting and ruthless war on all xenos who dare to infiltrate the borders of the Imperium- by building a great border wall with Mexico, expelling all Orks illegal aliens, and giving orders to the CBP to shoot on sight anyone attempting to cross American borders without permission;
  • Ban ALL Muslims, from ALL Islamic nations- including Indonesia, Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, and all the rest- from entering the United States, and give those Muslims currently resident within the United States the ability to stay only if they formally renounce, on pain of life imprisonment and/or deportation, all violence in the name of their "prophet", with special preference given to those who convert immediately to Christianity*;
  • Grant immediate permission for the Left Coast of California to secede, then do precisely what LTC Kratman suggested and "recognize it, mobilize against it, invade it, conquer it, crush it, and then restructure as a territory sin suffragio en perpetua";
  • Bulldoze the headquarters of the United Nations straight into the East River, with orders to use the rubble left over to build a new bridge across Turtle Bay over to Brooklyn, because driving through Manhattan into Long Island via Canal Street is a prospect only slightly more palatable than eternal damnation;
  • Order all branches of Federal law enforcement to arrest fat shrieking short-haired tattooed pierced feminists on sight for being offensive to the sight of all decent men- with arrests preferably carried out using harpoons and tow cables;
  • Sign an executive order cutting, now and forever, all Department of Education funding for ALL liberal arts programs at universities- no more MAs in Underwater Basket Weaving!!!;
  • Get Defence Secretary James "Mad Dog" Mattis to decree that, if women have to serve in the military, they need to have 34-24-32 dimensions and at least a C-cup, rate a minimum of an 8 on the classic 1-10 hotness scale, and be prepared to form an elite unit of quite stunning bodyguards known as the Brides of the Emperor- women with previous modeling experience will of course be preferred;

I mean, look, if you're going to be a dictator, and act like LITERALLY HITLER as the Left keeps screaming, why not have some real fun while doing it?!?

There might be a few tears and some anger and more than a few hurt and broken feelz as I point these things out to my kid sister, but it's all in the name of the greater good, dontcha know. Sometimes a big brother just needs to manfully deal with stupid shit in his family right good and properly.

Anyway, the point is that the last week has brought so much good news for the alt-Right, and for most of non-loony-leftist America, that it is actually getting difficult to keep up with the God-Emperor's actions.

Just consider the long list of #WINNINGness that has happened so far.

Item #1: The Moose-Limb (Not) Ban

That ban didn't go nearly far enough, but it's a healthy start.

President Donald Trump fired acting Attorney General Sally Yates, after she refused to defend his executive order to restrict immigration and refugees from six high-risk countries in the Middle East. 
White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer issued a statement saying that Yates, an Obama administration appointee, had “betrayed the Department of Justice” by refusing to enforce Trump’s order. 
"Ms. Yates is an Obama Administration appointee who is weak on borders and very weak on illegal immigration,” the statement read.
And yet more winning in the same vein:
A statement from the Department of Homeland Security gave no explanation why Trump has sacked acting director Ragsdale. 
It simply confirmed that Homan, the executive associate director of ICE Enforcement and Removal Operations, had been appointed in his place. Homan is a former New York cop who has worked in immigration enforcement for the past thirty years. 
'I am confident that he will continue to serve as a strong, effective leader for the men and women of ICE. I look forward to working alongside him to ensure that we enforce our immigration laws in the interior of the United States consistent with the national interest,' the statement said.
The occasion was a press conference hosted by the Global Warming Policy Foundation for Myron Ebell, head of the Trump administration’s Environmental Protection Agency transition team. Satan’s Emissary, as liberals prefer to think of him. 
Ebell had come to tell them about Trump’s plans for the environment and energy, which I won’t repeat here because you know them already. (It’s going to be beautiful, that’s all you need to remember.) 
No, the reason I went wasn’t to hear what Ebell had to say but to watch how his audience reacted. 
You know that scene in The Omen when Damien’s parents try to take him into a church? It was a bit like that. Or maybe the one in The Exorcist, where Regan’s head does a 360 degree spin. 
They hated it. (Especially the bit where Ebell told them that Trump would definitely be pulling the U.S. out of the Paris climate treaty) They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. They curled their lips. They laced their questions with the bitterest scorn. But they didn’t really tune into Ebell’s measured, silken, soft-spoken answers because, hell, they knew what he was saying just had to be wrong and they didn’t really understand what he meant anyway.
President Donald Trump’s clash with Silicon Valley over immigration is about to become even more contentious. 
After the new president banned refugees and travelers from seven predominantly Muslim countries, Google, Facebook, Salesforce, Microsoft and others railed against the move, saying it violated the country’s principles and risked disrupting its engine of innovation. Trump’s next steps could strike even closer to home: His administration has drafted an executive order aimed at overhauling the work-visa programs technology companies depend on to hire tens of thousands of employees each year. 
If implemented, the reforms could shift the way American companies like Microsoft Corp., Amazon.com Inc. and Apple Inc. recruit talent and force wholesale changes at Indian companies such as Infosys Ltd. and Wipro Ltd. Businesses would have to try to hire American first and if they recruit foreign workers, priority would be given to the most highly paid. 
“Our country’s immigration policies should be designed and implemented to serve, first and foremost, the U.S. national interest,” the draft proposal reads, according to a copy reviewed by Bloomberg. “Visa programs for foreign workers … should be administered in a manner that protects the civil rights of American workers and current lawful residents, and that prioritizes the protection of American workers -- our forgotten working people -- and the jobs they hold.” 
The foreign work visas were originally established to help U.S. companies recruit from abroad when they couldn’t find qualified local workers. In many cases, the companies are hiring for highly technical positions in the fields of science, technology, engineering and math, or STEM. But in recent years, there have been allegations the programs have been abused to bring in cheaper workers from overseas to fill jobs that otherwise may go to Americans. The top recipients of the H-1B visas are outsourcers, primarily from India, who run the technology departments of large corporations with largely imported staff.
Note that this one strikes particularly close to home. I am here on an H-1B visa, waiting in the very long line for my green card to come through at some point. I am, in fact, one of those "little brown brothers" that liberals love to claim they care about ever so much.

So you would think that I'd be up in arms about this, spitting venom and staring daggers right at a portrait of the God-Emperor.

And you would be wrong. I completely support this- not least because, as it happens, my company is using my H-1B the way it was intended to be used. (Let's just say I make a good living.)

The exploitation of this visa category as a way to outsource American jobs has got to stop. It is outrageous to expect American workers to simply live with losing their jobs to be replaced by cheaper, less skilled foreigners- many of whom, by the way, are my countrymen- and then get treated like dirt by the very companies that they worked for with loyalty and skill.

Call me old-fashioned, but I do not believe in treating people who work for me like that.

The Great Crusade Rages On

All of these things indicate that the next few weeks and months will be filled with yet more action on the part of the God-Emperor in the name of the American people- and yet more extreme and violent reactions from the loony Left, who have long since abandoned reasoned debate in favour of hysterics and conspiracy theories.

The same Left that mocked and derided the more extreme elements of the Right for coming up with all manner of conspiracy theories about Obarmy's character, background, and motivations, is now so deranged as to argue that President Donald Trump is LITERALLY HITLER. In their haste to tar us all with the usual, worn-out, threadbare Nazi brush, they forget, of course, that Hitler was one of them.

But let that be. Facts have not been the Left's strong suit for a very long time- if ever.

In the meantime, brothers, let me ask you, once again:


*I'm not theologian enough to argue in favour of a particular sect or denomination, but it needs to be pointed out that Muslims who convert to the True Faith are immediately denounced as apostates in their homelands, and are therefore eligible for the death penalty- which is the prescribed outcome for apostates within Islam, of course. By converting, such people make it clear that they value Western civilisation, at least in some form, over their own safety. It's a useful litmus test if nothing else.

Seems fitting

In light of all of the #WINNING that has occurred thus far under the barely-begun reign of the God-Emperor, I thought it appropriate to bring up a couple of my favourite TESTAMENT songs.

Let's start with "True American Hate":

All those who follow,
All those with faith,
Show us your colours
American hate!

Damn straight, Skippy.

And of course, there is the titanic, monumental, venom-spitting, neck-snapping, throat-shredding magnum opus, "The Formation of Damnation":

We live in interesting times, indeed. The #Alt-Right is ascendant, and our fight for Western civilisation has only just begun. We will win because we fight for what is right, because our values make sense, because the West is indeed best, and because God is on our side, as He has proven repeatedly.

And, of course, because our music is just so much better. None of that limp-wristed hippity-hoppity bullshit here, just straight-up manly metal.

It's harder to think of a better way to march off to war than by listening to IRON MAIDEN, or TESTAMENT- except maybe by listening to, say, Heather Alexander's "March of Cambreadth":

Sunday, 29 January 2017

"The crownless again shall be king"

I hardly ever watch tennis anymore after I "cut the cord" back in 2013, but if you had asked me three weeks ago who would win the Australian Open tennis championships in 2017, the words, "Roger Federer" would have been outside of the top 5 on my list of possibilities.

Roger Federer is 35 years old. Even in his twilight years, he has elevated the game of tennis to heights never seen before in its entire history. His skill, movement, precision, power, and incredible shot-making were beyond anything that we had ever seen before- not even the greats of eras past could compare with the sheer sublime spectacle that was Roger Federer in full flow on Centre Court at Wimbledon.

Yet it was clear over the last five years that his best days were long past him. At the height of his powers, ten or eleven years ago, his opponents were usually defeated the moment that he walked onto the court- with precisely one exception, Rafael Nadal, who had the guts and the tenacity to take the fight straight to Federer and win.

Younger, fitter, faster, stronger men were closing in fast on Federer's incredible legacy. For a while there, it looked like Novak Djokovic might just eclipse Federer as the front-runner in the endless debates about which player is the true Greatest Of All Time (GOAT).

And I had just come back to the US after watching Roger Federer playing in the Hopman Cup- where I saw that, despite the clear benefits that he had reaped from the extended break, despite the clear flashes of his old brilliance, he still wasn't able to hang with young guns like Alexander Zverev. Indeed, in the doubles match between Switzerland and Germany, he pretty much blew the entire thing for his country- and it was the girl he was partnered with, Belinda Bencic, that pulled out the victory and allowed the Swiss to move to the next stage.

But somehow, somewhere, things turned in Federer's favour.

The younger modern rivals who have beaten him consistently, and often quite badly, over the past few years, flamed out in spectacular fashion in the early rounds. Novak Djokovic has recently been unable to summon up the same mental fortitude that made him nearly impossible to beat for about three years on the trot*. Andy Murray appears to be having a hard time handling the pressure that comes with being World No. 1- and the inevitable transition that one has to make from hunter to hunted.

And, after a tentative start in the first two rounds where he made meals out of matches that he should have easily won, Federer started putting on the kinds of tennis master-classes that made all of his fans realise that the king had, in fact, returned.

He utterly destroyed one of his most dangerous past opponents, Tomas Berdych, in the third round. He struggled mightily, and prevailed, against a younger, tougher, fitter Kei Nishikori in the fourth. He blitzed Sascha Zverev's brother Mischa in the quarters. And he pulled out a nail-biting victory against his old friend and rival Stan Wawrinka in the semis.

But, when I went to bed on Saturday night, knowing that he would be facing Rafael Nadal in the final, I figured that I would wake up to find the Spaniard hoisting up his 15th Grand Slam trophy. Knowing Federer's patchy record against his greatest rival, and his history of simply collapsing at critical points against him, I did not think he would win.

"O ye of little faith"- boy, was I ever wrong. (It doesn't happen that often, but when I do get things wrong, I get them spectacularly wrong.)

I woke up this morning to find that Roger Federer had taken his improbable record to even more impossible heights. He has almost certainly ensured that none of his present rivals will ever meet, never mind exceed, his achievements.

He has proven, yet again, that he is the greatest. To me, that particular debate ended that summer day in 2009 when he clinched his 15th Grand Slam title in that legendary match against Andy Roddick at Wimbledon, winning the fifth set 16-14 when his opponent shanked a backhand forehand way out.

And now, I see that the king has returned.

We shall see whether he can continue his momentum into the later part of the season. I doubt very much whether the GOAT can win the French Open this year; clay courts have never been his greatest strength, and even with his resurgence and his highly precise game, he is still most vulnerable to baseline sluggers on that surface.

But if he carries on this kind of form into Wimbledon, and if fortune smiles upon him again, we might just see Roger Federer hoisting up his 19th, and then his 20th, Grand Slam crown before he hangs up his racquets for good.

The day that Roger Federer, the greatest tennis player of all time (note the deliberate omission of sex here- Serena Williams is nowhere near the player that he is), calls it quits will be the day that the entire sport of tennis will be irreversibly diminished. He has done more to elevate the sport to its current position than anyone else. His love of the sport transcends those of all of the greats of previous eras; it is what keeps this ageing lion in the hunt for yet more trophies, more glory, more achievements.

But the day will inevitably come when we will wake up and find that Roger Federer has retired. And from that day onward, the entire game will never again reach the level that Federer almost single-handedly took it to.

For now, though, he and his family, and all of his fans (like me), can celebrate with gleeful abandon.

The king has returned. Long may he reign.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. 
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
*I have heard from at least one source close to a couple of players on the ATP World Tour that the reason behind Djokovic's rather inexplicable mental collapse of late has to do with him getting caught cheating on his wife.

At least two versions of this rumour exist: one says that he cheated on Jelena with a minor Bollywood luminary called Deepika Padukone, the other says that he made the beast with two backs with his son's nanny.

There appears to be precious little evidence for this, so I am not inclined to argue that this is what happened- but it wouldn't surprise me if this is, in fact, the reason for Djokovic's lack of staying power in 2016.

Friday, 27 January 2017

Friday T&A: Quello Che Un Bel Sorriso Edition

A little over ten years ago, the first in the current series of darker, grittier, more "realistic" (read: less fun) James Bond films starring Daniel Craig was released. Most of you will remember Casino Royale.

Now, the thing is, I actually really rather liked that first film. (I also quite liked the one after it, which simply shows that while my taste in music is unquestionably SUPERB, my taste in films is probably a bit less so.)

A big part of the reason why I liked that first film had to do with the appearance of a woman who was credited as "Solange Dimitrios", and who was played by a certain Italian actress by the name of Caterina Murino.

This is what she looked like in that film:

I pretty much stopped paying attention to the movie itself for a few minutes after I saw her, because I couldn't hear the dialogue over the sound of my jaw hitting the floor.

Turns out, she's actually managed to keep (most of) her looks in the ten years since. And, as the title of this post implies, it's her smile that keeps her radiant and lovely.

Her amazing figure doesn't hurt either.

Carpet-bomb Turtle Bay

I have to admit that, my deep-seated cynicism about American politics aside, the God-Emperor of Mankind has proven to be even more energetic and effective over the last few days than I had thought possible.

The Mayor of Tampa has already bowed to Trump's executive order demanding an end to so-called "sanctuary cities". President Trump is, quite sensibly, looking into bringing back waterboarding as a form of interrogation. The Great Wall of Trumpmerica is very much on. The Ordo Hereticus of the Inquisition Department of Homeland Security looks like it's going to be given the teeth, and the claws, required to actually, y'know, enforce the damn LAW and deport invading law-breakers.

And now- amid a true torrent of good news- we hear that the God-Emperor could very well be looking into ways to cut funding for the United Abominations:
WASHINGTON — The Trump administration is preparing executive orders that would clear the way to drastically reduce the United States’ role in the United Nations and other international organizations, as well as begin a process to review and potentially abrogate certain forms of multilateral treaties. 
The first of the two draft orders, titled “Auditing and Reducing U.S. Funding of International Organizations” and obtained by The New York Times, calls for terminating funding for any United Nations agency or other international body that meets any one of several criteria. 
Those criteria include organizations that give full membership to the Palestinian Authority or Palestine Liberation Organization, or support programs that fund abortion or any activity that circumvents sanctions against Iran or North Korea. The draft order also calls for terminating funding for any organization that “is controlled or substantially influenced by any state that sponsors terrorism” or is blamed for the persecution of marginalized groups or any other systematic violation of human rights. 
The order calls for then enacting “at least a 40 percent overall decrease” in remaining United States funding toward international organizations.
I could barely contain my glee upon seeing this news. I have been waiting for years for an American President with balls the size of Imperator-class Titans to cut funding and eventually exile the United Nations from American shores.

And now, we might just see this useless, stupid, corrupt, inept, decrepit, vile, horrible, miserable, incompetent, [insert another 15 pejoratives of your choice here] organisation sent to the ash-heap of history, where it belongs.

As my alt-Right brethren are greeting each other with huge grins across our faces these days: ARE YOU TIRED OF WINNING YET?!

Now, to be as resolutely fair as possible, there are actually some good reasons to have a global organisation like the UN. It can be, and has been, argued that the reason why WWII erupted twenty years after the fatally flawed Treaty of Versailles is because the League of Nations was not backed by the two major global powers at the time, the USA and the USSR. It can also be argued that because the League lacked any serious teeth, it was unable to present a serious threat to the rise of Nazi Germany.

But this is, in my opinion, a highly simplistic and deeply flawed reading of history. In fact, when Hitler was expanding the Third Reich by sending the Wehrmacht into both the Saarland in 1935 and then the Rhineland in 1936, his grip on power was still actually fairly weak. At that time, Hitler's generals were deeply wary of their new Fuhrer and were terrified of the possibility that the other Great Powers- specifically, Britain and France- would intervene.

When Hitler gave the order to occupy the DMZ of the Rhineland, in direct violation of the terms of the Treaty of Versailles and other pacts, his generals were seething and close to open revolt.

We now know, thanks to various documents unearthed since the end of WWII, that if Britain or France had posted so much as a single marching band on the bridges to the Rhineland, it is highly likely that the Germans would have simply turned right around and slunk straight back to Berlin- and that if this had happened, a coup led by the generals would almost surely have taken place to depose Hitler.

That would not be the last time that a simple show of strength by Germany's enemies would have stopped Hitler and resulted in his overthrow, by the way. With the benefit of hindsight, it is clear to any reasonably impartial observer that there were multiple points along the road to WWII on which Hitler could have been slowed down and even stopped cold.

And the League of Nations, which had by that time devolved into little more than a glorified talk shop, stood by and did nothing as Europe's worst mass-murderer* pushed the world inexorably toward the most horrific war that humanity has ever fought.

The point is that the League of Nations failed not because the USA and USSR weren't part of it- but because its most powerful members lacked the nerve to stand up for themselves. They were weak and frightened and they let themselves be exploited by a man who knew perfectly well how to deal with cowards.

Just as was true of our present time until fairly recently, back then "internationalism" was the order of the day; multilateral treaties between powers were thought to be the way forward to an era of everlasting peace.

Then, as now, free trade and dialogue between entrenched elites were thought to be the best safeguards against the horrors of total war.

And then, just as now, the serious structural problems of such a worldview were papered over and ignored until they simply became too great to ignore, and could no longer cope with the stresses to which they were subjected.

Global organisations like the UN have been able to ignore certain fundamental realities of the human condition because, up until now, they were given the full support of the American establishment. Without America, there wouldn't be a UN- the entire organisation depends on the USA for nearly a quarter of its budget.

Without those contributions, the United Abominations will have to find some other nation to leech off of. Maybe they can find sympathetic hosts in Sweden; after all, the Swedes don't seem to be terribly interested in self-preservation at the moment.

And just think of all of that lovely overpriced real estate in midtown Manhattan that would suddenly drop in value if the UN were to go away. Living in Manhattan- which in my opinion you'd have to be a few cards short of a full deck to want to do- might actually become tolerable.

As far as I'm concerned, this is a no-lose strategy. Right, that's it- President Trump, give the order, let the Imperial Fists march upon Turtle Bay, take it over, and throw out the UN!

*I don't count Stalin, who was actually worse, because he was Russian- technically, Georgian- and therefore not exactly European.

Thursday, 26 January 2017

Mood music

Given the events of the last couple of months, and the resulting upending of the "established order", I think it's well past time that we introduced some classic GAMMA RAY songs that suit the times just perfectly, don't you?

First up: "Rebellion in Dreamland" from Land of the Free

The acoustic version from Skeletons & Majesties is also superb:

And so too is the live version:

Next up: the title track from the same album (the lyrics of which are a little ironic given the God-Emperor's wonderful slogan, "BUILD THAT WALL!!!")

And then there is the "sequel" of sorts to "Rebellion in Dreamland", appropriately titled "Insurrection" from Land of the Free Pt. 2:

And of course, from the Powerplant album- one of the best albums ever recorded, by the way- we have "Gardens of the Sinner:

And finally, "Dethrone Tyranny" from No World Order!:

As should be self-evident by now, I do in fact have exquisite taste in music- especially when it comes to songs directly suited to celebrating the way that the God-Emperor has set about utterly destroying the legacy of his predecessor!

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

The end of an error

I know it's a few days late, but can I just say HOW GOOD it is to be able to note the fact that Barack Hussein Obama- or, as I variously call him, Odoofuss, Odumbass, Obarmy, and Obummer- is no longer President of the United States of America?

Of course, coming up with a full catalogue of Obarmy's many, epic, and repeated failures of character and quality as President would be impossible to do in a compressed blog article. If you want a rundown of just how dreadful a President he was, Stefan Molyneux's summary- which is still an hour long- is not a bad place to start:

I remember perfectly well where I was on that cold and windy November night when Barack Obama won the 2008 election. I was sitting in a hotel bar in downtown Vancouver that night, enjoying a bit of superb Macallan 12-year single-malt by myself and watching the Clinton News Network on TV as Obarmy gave his victory speech, and John McCain conceded the contest.

The memory stands out in my mind because at the time I was reading Amity Shlaes's superb history of the Great Depression, The Forgotten Man. Reading through it was like viewing the massive credit crash, which would affect me personally just as it would tens of millions of people in the country in the coming months, through a distant and dark mirror.

In both 1932 and 2008, a messianic, charismatic leader promising action on a massive scale came to power on a platform preaching unity and deliverance from the afflictions of the land. Like Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Obama was long on rhetoric and rather short on sensible specifics. Like FDR, what specifics Obama did propose amounted to heavy spending offset, somehow, by big tax increases which would, again somehow, magically fix the economy, all while proposing a raft of heavy new regulations. Like FDR, Obama was voted in on a surge of extremely favourable, even fawning, press coverage.

And like FDR, Odumbass has turned out to be a truly epic disaster for the country, and in many ways the rest of the world.

At least in Roosevelt's case, much of his hallowed reputation rests on the fact that he provided firm and strong leadership during WWII. President Obama, on the other hand, was merely a thin-skinned, largely talent-free narcissist who did his absolute damnedest to involve the United States in as many shooting wars as he could- after castigating the interventionist policies of his predecessor, no less- but had nowhere near the leadership skills required to actually carry the nation through those wars.

It needs to be said that, like many on the Right at the time, I did not bear President Obama any particular ill will back in 2008. Shortly after his election I sent out an essay of sorts to family and friends, in which I stated my hopes that he would govern wisely and prudently, even as I expressed strong reservations about his lack of experience, his alarming big-government platform, and his temperamental suitability for the highest office in the land.

As I recall, at the time most of my family's friends- many of them foreigners living in the US, and many of them being very liberal politically- brushed off those concerns and stated confidently that of course Obama would be a great President! How could he not be?! He was so cool and calm during the election, such a great orator with such a wonderful vision!

Fast forward eight long and terrible years, and look at how he leaves office: scandal-plagued in disgrace, a shell of his former self, his most cherished programs and initiatives now being inexorably rolled back by the God-Emperor on his Golden Throne.

Odumbass leaves behind a nation tearing itself apart at the seams- thanks in no small part to his own elevation of social justice from a lunatic-fringe ideology to the cornerstone of his governing philosophy- and a world that is rapidly becoming less secure, less stable, and less certain by the day.

Obarmy spent over a year publicly trashing Donald Trump's candidacy for President as a joke so ridiculous that it could not possibly be taken seriously by anyone with more than two brain cells to rub together. He never once had the humility or self-awareness to realise that he, Barack Hussein Obama, was directly responsible for creating the movement and the phenomenon that became Donald Trump's campaign and victory.

Indeed, in a very real way, Obama created the alt-Right, just as he created Trump- or at least, the movement that President Trump represents. He is not solely responsible for us, obviously; we exist because the mainstream Right in America simply refused to put up a fight and insisted on ceding ground at every opportunity, preferring to go down to Noble Defeat every single time that they were forced to the battlefield. But it was Obarmy's insistence on forcing a combination of social justice lunacy, big-government recklessness, and globalist stupidity down our throats that caused us to react.

And, as he and his allies have already learned to their deep regret, we are not particularly interested in compromise, and we sure as hell aren't interested in being defeated all the time in return for lucrative media appearances and think-tank gigs.

He now leaves office having been weighed, measured, and found severely wanting by the American people. His successor is methodically and ruthlessly shredding his signature policy, uh, "achievements" (read: debacles) with a Lightning Claw.

In fact, I am willing to wager that he will go down in history regarded as a worse President than his predecessor, George W. Bush.

I realise that this is quite a bold claim to make, but think about it carefully and you will see why.

President Bush (43) was certainly a flawed man in a very great many ways. His "mental model" of the world, steeped as it was in a sort of woolly-headed "compassionate conservatism", was really nothing more than Wilsonian idealism devoid of much by way of pragmatic tempering. It was his hubris, his lack of historical understanding, and his overoptimistic reading of facts on the ground that caused him to commit America to multiple disastrously failed wars which will probably be remembered as this nation's "Syracuse Expedition". He presided over an economic collapse that he, himself, did much to engender.

Yet he also had his good points. He was, in my personal opinion, a flawed but basically good man trying very hard to do the righteous and decent thing in an unholy and indecent time. His failures of judgement were severe and hundreds of thousands of people paid a truly appalling price for them, and for these he must rightly be judged extremely harshly. But for all of that, he comported himself both within and beyond his office with dignity, grace, and a high degree of respect for his office.

His successor took all of President Bush's worst mistakes, and then proceeded to quadruple down on them. By the end of Odumbass's two terms, the Middle East had been severely destabilised, the national debt had shot past 100% of GDP, race relations in the USA were worse than they have been in at least fifty years, and America's once-strong military had been turned into a giant social justice experiment.

That is what we are faced with today: a country tearing itself apart, an unsafe and deeply unstable world, and an America that is quite unsure of its own identity.

That is the world that Barack Obama directly created, because he was perhaps the first affirmative-action President this country has ever had.

Thank God Almighty that he is, at long bloody last, finally gone.

Tuesday, 24 January 2017

And the problem is...?

Leftists of an overly literal nature are advised to lookup the definition of "satire" before proceeding. I've got a copy of the Oxford English Dictionary handy if you want to borrow it. Just kindly return it in the state you found it- I do NOT want filthy hippy fingerprints all over the pages.

It would appear that roughly a third of Californians want to secede from the rest of the United States of America:
A new Reuters/Ipsos poll shows that 32% of Californians back “Calexit” — the movement to secede from the Union and form an independent country. 
The Business Insider notes:
The 32 percent support rate is sharply higher than the last time the poll asked Californians about secession, in 2014, when one-in-five or 20 percent favored it around the time Scotland held its independence referendum and voted to remain in the United Kingdom. 
California also far surpasses the national average favoring secession, which stood at 22 percent, down from 24 percent in 2014. 
The poll surveyed 500 Californians among more than 14,000 adults nationwide from Dec. 6 to Jan. 19 and has a credibility interval, a measure of accuracy, of one percentage point nationally and five percentage points in California.
The secession movement has been boosted by consternation with the surprising election of Donald Trump as the 45th President of the United States. California voters overwhelmingly favored the Democrat favorite, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. The Golden State is entirely responsible for Clinton’s victory in the popular vote nationwide. 

California Democrats have openly acknowledged the movement to secede, though mostly to discourage it. Kevin de Léon (D-Los Angeles), who leads the California State Senate, told legislators at the start of the new session: “Many Californians – some tongue-in-cheek, some hand-to-heart – have advocated withdrawal. But, in America, no state ever succeeds by seceding.” 
While much of the rest of the country might be happy to see California go, the state would probably face constitutional obstacles to secession. The Supreme Court held in Texas v. White (1869) that states could not secede unilaterally.
I dunno about the rest of y'all, but as far as I'm concerned, if the Commies on the Left Coast want to secede... why the hell not?!

Indeed, all I can say to that is: what's stopping you loonies on the from doing exactly what you so fondly wish for, then?

I am reminded, of course, of LTC Kratman's really rather excellent Thanksgiving prayer from last year, in which the Grand Strategikon of our little Evil Legion of Evil said:
We could in our vanity and arrogance ask for more, O Lord, that the four most left-leaning members of the Supreme Court go down in the same fiery plane crash, that California secede so that we can recognize it, mobilize against it, invade it, conquer it, crush it, and then restructure as a territory sin suffragio en perpetua, but that would be terribly presumptuous of us. 
Besides, that’s what Christmas is for.
I've never visited California, personally. I'd like to go someday but I really, REALLY hate flying domestically within the United States. (I had thought that international air travel was miserable. Then I tried flying within the US on Continental and United. Boy was that a shock.)

I hear California is really quite pretty, once you get out of Los Angeles and San Francisco. San Diego is supposedly, from what I've heard, one of the saner cities- because it's the main port for the entire US Pacific Fleet, and because USMC Camp Pendleton is right next door (by American standards, at least).

There are also some nice vineyards out there- again, so I've heard, I only really drink Aussie wines myself- and I hear that the Pacific Coast Highway is perfect for driving along in a proper convertible American muscle car with the top down on a sunny day.

Unfortunately, almost ALL of the charms of the once-Golden State appear to be completely offset by the fact that, out of all of the loony left-wing states in the Union, this one has to be the looniest, by far.

This was the state that was once governed by none other than President BAMF himself, Ronald Wilson Reagan*. It went from that, to the liberal wasteland it is today- with one of the most anti-business, anti-freedom, dyscivic political atmospheres in the entire Western world.

I cannot be sure how most Americans feel about the state, but I suspect that if most of at least Southern California were to disappear into the sea tomorrow, the rest of the country would be rather chuffed to bits. That is largely conjecture on my part, of course, but judging by how fast the country is tearing itself apart along socioeconomic, racial, and political lines, I think it close to the truth.

There are, undoubtedly, good, sensible, decent people all over California who just want to be left alone to live their lives. To them, I say: get the hell out and go to less hostile states. Just remember not to vote in such a way that you end up turning Colorado and Arizona and Texas back into the liberal wasteland you just left. (Not, of course, that anyone is going to actually listen to that advice.)

Unfortunately those folk are quite outnumbered by the nutters.

So, really, what's stopping California from seceding?

Jokes aside, I do actually have a theory about that. And it can be summed up in one word: "cowardice".

You remember how, back when the God-Emperor was locked in his Great Crusade and was facing down the Dark Eldar wytch queen, the foul and dreadful Hilldebeast, a whole bunch of Hollywood luvvies**, quite a host of them in fact, issued forth passionate declarations from frothing, spittle-flecked lips about how they would immediately move to Canada the day that Donald Trump won the election?

And do you remember how, come November 9th, not a single one of them actually packed up and moved?

They didn't carry out their threats because they were cowards.

They didn't truly believe that The Donald could win- and when it became plain that they, and pretty much everyone else who thought like them, were horribly wrong, they simply threw a colossal temper tantrum instead of sitting back, analysing their mistakes, and accepting that they were wrong.

Nor did they have the courage of their convictions- because that would require them to actually keep their word. This is, I suspect, colossally difficult for actors and musicians to do- after all, these are people who are paid not exactly small sums of money by their fans to put on a front, a show, a facade, for the rest of us to enjoy as entertainment.

Ultimately, the people of California are not going to carry out their threat either- even though the actual breakup of the heterogeneous United States of America into homogeneous, racially and socioeconomically divided individual polities is guaranteed at this point. They know full well that they are better off in the United States than out of it- even though the rest of the country might very well be better off with the latter outcome.

(Some might complain that we would no longer have Californian Merlot and Cabernet to, er, "enjoy" in such a situation; I am not one of them, be it noted.)

The people of California- I should say, more precisely and far more charitably, the liberals of California- will not secede (sadly) because to do so would be to give up their power over the rest of us. And if there is one thing that cowards cannot abide, it is to surrender what little power they do have to make the lives of others miserable.

More's the pity, really. I have to admit, I was at least somewhat looking forward to seeing SecDef James "Mad Dog" Mattis ordering the Army, Navy, and Marine resources currently stationed in the State to mobilise and bring the leftmost state in the Union to heel...

*There are, by the way, several dirty little secrets from President Reagan's time as governor- such as the fact that he signed into law a huge tax hike, the legalisation of abortion in the state, and was the first Governor to permit no-fault divorce in the Union. My immense personal reverence for The Gipper aside, the fact remains that he was not always the rock-ribbed conservative hero that Republicans remember him to be.

**This is the English slang used to refer to the right-on leftoid celebrity elite that is so intensely irritating on both sides of The Pond. (And "The Pond" is known to you as "The Atlantic Ocean". Do try to keep up with the English vernacular, I know it's not a language you Americans speak, but still...)

Monday, 23 January 2017

Guess who wins

I had intended to get around to posting something useful yesterday, but I was hampered by a combination of severe sleep deprivation (no idea how that happened), exhaustion from a hard workout (because being a pussy is not an excuse, even when you're running on less than 4 hours of sleep), and the strain of recovering from what feels like (but probably isn't) some kind of bird flu.

Now that I'm somewhat conscious and coherent after getting a decent night's sleep, and my sinuses have unblocked themselves a little, it's back to the grind of posting random and sometimes useful shit aimed squarely at manly men. To whit:

I have to say, this is definitely one of Mat's better epic rap battles- not because the rhymes are particularly good (they aren't), but because mocking anti-gun liberal douchenozzles never stops being fun.

It's also not difficult to figure out which of the two makes better points. All you have to do is look at the "men" who support the liberal agenda- not just in the video, but in real life. Most of them look like complete manginas- effete little Millennial crybullies who look like they'd faint the moment you so much as clench your fist in their presence.

There are exceptions to this rule, by the way. Sylvester Stallone, for instance, is a strong advocate of gun control, despite his very obviously masculine personality, both in film and in real life. Henry Rollins- who wrote a very eloquent and quite influential article about the virtues of lifting heavy things and beasting out as a result- is very liberal and very anti-gun even though he is quite strong.

But people like that are very much the exceptions.

Most of the anti-gun types that I've met are not exactly the kind of men that you could rely on in a fight. Of the women among them, many are soft city-dwellers who have no real familiarity with violence and the ways to deter it, and/or are deeply ugly people physically, mentally, and spiritually.

By contrast, the men and women of my acquaintance who are in favour of firearms, and of weapons in general, understand that their safety is their responsibility, and theirs alone. After all, when shit goes down, the only person you can truly rely upon, every single time, is yourself- and if you don't understand that your physical well-being is one of the very few things in this world that you can actually control, then you're going to be in real trouble when the inevitable happens.

Ultimately the argument over guns is really an argument over personal responsibility. Liberals don't hate guns- they hate the idea of you and me owning them. They hate that idea because it pushes responsibility away from government and back down to the individual- which makes the individual far harder to control, therefore far more difficult to mold into the "ideal man" that the entire progressive philosophy is dedicated to creating.

The problem with that philosophy has always been apparent: perfection is impossible because Mankind is Fallen. We are all of us flawed and broken creations that nonetheless have the chance to return, via tremendous personal effort and spiritual sacrifice, to a loving and just Creator. We cannot become as gods; we can only attempt to return to God.

But to do so, we have to embrace the pain and the responsibilities that come with the joys of freedom.

The liberal psychology is not well suited to handling pain- it actively shies away from such a thing. Is it any wonder, then, that liberals have a difficult time accepting the right to, and the concomitant burden of, self-defence?

The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy - willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

Friday, 20 January 2017

Friday T&A: Daughters of the Emperor Edition

Lads, it seems to me that, with the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension having been concluded and the God-Emperor having assumed his rightful and proper station as President of the United States of America, all is right and good with the world- at least for today.

In fact, let me give you an idea of just how good today was.

Heading out from work around 6.20pm today, I found that one of the main roads that I usually take to get home was completely blocked off- because there was a huge march of anti-Trump protesters bitching and whining at the tops of their high-pitched voices that Trump was "not my President!!!".

All well and good- being boneheaded whiny liberals is their God-given right, after all.

The problem with their little stunt was that the Almighty wasn't best pleased about it. Which is why they were marching in the rain, the wind, and the cold.

The Lord Himself is on our side- which is why He pissed all over the whiny butthurt Left's little parade. It just doesn't get much better than that, which is precisely why I simply dissolved into laughter watching them rant and rage while raindrops plopped straight into their faces and all over their signs.

It didn't help matters much that they mostly smelled like wet dogs, and that the "men" in the crowd looked like low-T douchenozzles who were only there to see if they could score phone numbers from the shrieking harpies who, if you squinted really hard, might possibly qualify as women.

God is, I repeat, on our side, which is why He helped ensure the God-Emperor's ascension to the Golden Throne of Terra. And I have no doubt that that, if Donald Trump lets us- and Him- down, then He will be the first to deliver a proper ass-kicking designed to teach America a little lesson in the value of a man's given word.

With that in mind- let us take a moment to appreciate the two most wonderful things in life: the beauty of the female form, while presented in the everlasting colours of the Red, White, and Blue:

All pictures courtesy of Radass.com.

Note: I normally only post 7 pictures for these weekly segments, but it's a very special day today, so... here are a couple of bonuses featuring everybody's favourite models with good airbags...

Bonus 1: Kate Upton - double-shot, no less

Bonus 2: Lucy Pinder- who is technically a Brit, so one could legitimately question her patriotism here, but honestly I have a hard time questioning her sincerity. And, yes, a double-shot- which I suppose amounts to a 4-shot latte at this point?

Happy Friday, my fellow deplorables.