This story comes from Beritbart.com
It seems a hotel tower in Dubai has become a raging inferno. According to the 9/11 model, this building should collapse into its own footprint approximately 90 minutes after the start of the fire. Or, it should collapse at any time in the future when the lease holder says, "Pull it."
My favorite quote from the comments, a fellow named Pissdoff says,
"OK then, according to NIST and their "Laws" of physics, this will collapse in 90 minutes in a pancake footprint, with all steel being already in 32ft sections for ez totin for salvage to China. Has it collapsed yet???...."
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Friday, December 25, 2015
The Meaning of This Day
Christ is born! A miracle has happened. God has been born in the flesh. He has come to sanctify the Faithful. He has come to call home those who are his. He has come to evangelize the world, to offer a path to the blind and ultimately to offer himself in sacrifice.
[26] And in the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God into a city of Galilee, called Nazareth, [27] To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin' s name was Mary. [28] And the angel being come in, said unto her: Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. [29] Who having heard, was troubled at his saying, and thought with herself what manner of salutation this should be. [30] And the angel said to her: Fear not, Mary, for thou hast found grace with God.
[31] Behold thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and shalt bring forth a son; and thou shalt call his name Jesus. [32] He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the most High; and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of David his father; and he shall reign in the house of Jacob for ever. [33] And of his kingdom there shall be no end. [34] And Mary said to the angel: How shall this be done, because I know not man? [35] And the angel answering, said to her: The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the most High shall overshadow thee. And therefore also the Holy which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.
[36] And behold thy cousin Elizabeth, she also hath conceived a son in her old age; and this is the sixth month with her that is called barren: [37] Because no word shall be impossible with God. [38] And Mary said: Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done to me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her. [39] And Mary rising up in those days, went into the hill country with haste into a city of Juda. [40] And she entered into the house of Zachary, and saluted Elizabeth.
[41] And it came to pass, that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost: [42] And she cried out with a loud voice, and said: Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. [43] And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? [44] For behold as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy. [45] And blessed art thou that hast believed, because those things shall be accomplished that were spoken to thee by the Lord.
[46] And Mary said: My soul doth magnify the Lord. [47] And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. [48] Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid; for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. [49] Because he that is mighty, hath done great things to me; and holy is his name. [50] And his mercy is from generation unto generations, to them that fear him.
[26] And in the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God into a city of Galilee, called Nazareth, [27] To a virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David; and the virgin' s name was Mary. [28] And the angel being come in, said unto her: Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. [29] Who having heard, was troubled at his saying, and thought with herself what manner of salutation this should be. [30] And the angel said to her: Fear not, Mary, for thou hast found grace with God.
[31] Behold thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and shalt bring forth a son; and thou shalt call his name Jesus. [32] He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the most High; and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of David his father; and he shall reign in the house of Jacob for ever. [33] And of his kingdom there shall be no end. [34] And Mary said to the angel: How shall this be done, because I know not man? [35] And the angel answering, said to her: The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the most High shall overshadow thee. And therefore also the Holy which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.
[36] And behold thy cousin Elizabeth, she also hath conceived a son in her old age; and this is the sixth month with her that is called barren: [37] Because no word shall be impossible with God. [38] And Mary said: Behold the handmaid of the Lord; be it done to me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her. [39] And Mary rising up in those days, went into the hill country with haste into a city of Juda. [40] And she entered into the house of Zachary, and saluted Elizabeth.
[41] And it came to pass, that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost: [42] And she cried out with a loud voice, and said: Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. [43] And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? [44] For behold as soon as the voice of thy salutation sounded in my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy. [45] And blessed art thou that hast believed, because those things shall be accomplished that were spoken to thee by the Lord.
[46] And Mary said: My soul doth magnify the Lord. [47] And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. [48] Because he hath regarded the humility of his handmaid; for behold from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. [49] Because he that is mighty, hath done great things to me; and holy is his name. [50] And his mercy is from generation unto generations, to them that fear him.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Structural Failure Due To Red Hot Steel? Ok Then, Shut The Fuck Up!
This video has been posted all over the net. Many people are pointing to this as the last word on the argument. Hot steel will fail structurally, so there! This video is presented to you by Sparky the Metallurgist.
Note, please, that Sparky pulls the second piece of steel out of a red hot forge. How long was that steel in that forge in order to heat it to its core? What amount of time does it take for that piece of steel, exposed to very high temperatures, to finally become malleable?
My question would be, and yours should be also, was the World Trade Center a red hot forge? Was the temperature inside the core of the WTC at 1500 degrees for an extended period of time? Or, was the WTC fire in reality a flash fire caused by an eruption of jet fuel, which burned itself out in seconds leaving a smoldering oxygen starved office fire, which could be, according the firefighters' recorded radio traffic, knocked down by a couple of lines?
Hey Sparky! I have an analogous experiment for you. Take another piece of bar stock. Place it in a shallow pan with an inch or so of JP-8, or Kerosene if you will. Throw a lit match in it. Let it flame on. Let it burn itself out until you have only dark smokey smolder left. Then, pick up the bar stock with a gloved had (I wouldn't want you to be injured) and attempt to tilt the anvil as you did with the first piece of room temperature bar stock. Then, when it doesn't bend easily, attempt to bend it. Bend it deliberately. Measure how much force is required to make it fail integrally. Then calculate and extrapolate the force required to cause giant structural steel I-Beams to fail, after having been exposed to a brief flash fire.
Or, just take the Red pill and go back into the Matrix.
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Cop Shoots A Man For DUI
Actionnewsnow.com has the story. The video can be seen here, http://www.actionnewsnow.com/news/da-paradise-officer-will-not-be-charged-in-accidental-shooting/?sdfdasdasda
You should probably go view it now, the video will not be up forever.
The prosecutor says, {...the evidence in this case shows the shooting to be accidental, and possibly negligent, but not criminally so. “This shooting is not justified, but also not criminal."}
Oh Yeah? Take a look and tell me what you see.
First money quote:
"Ramsey said Feaster drew his gun when Thomas “popped” out of the car, believing he would flee. As Officer Feaster moved towards Thomas, the gun discharged and struck Thomas in the neck. The shot hit Thomas in the C7 and T1 vertebrae and could lead to him being paralyzed for life."
...and then:
"When backup arrived on the scene, Feaster did not mention anything about having fired his weapon. According to Ramsey, Feaster notified his commanding officer about the discharge only after Thomas’ gunshot wound was found."
...it gets better:
You should probably go view it now, the video will not be up forever.
The prosecutor says, {...the evidence in this case shows the shooting to be accidental, and possibly negligent, but not criminally so. “This shooting is not justified, but also not criminal."}
Oh Yeah? Take a look and tell me what you see.
First money quote:
"Ramsey said Feaster drew his gun when Thomas “popped” out of the car, believing he would flee. As Officer Feaster moved towards Thomas, the gun discharged and struck Thomas in the neck. The shot hit Thomas in the C7 and T1 vertebrae and could lead to him being paralyzed for life."
...and then:
"When backup arrived on the scene, Feaster did not mention anything about having fired his weapon. According to Ramsey, Feaster notified his commanding officer about the discharge only after Thomas’ gunshot wound was found."
...it gets better:
"As the commanding officer suggested an investigator return to Canteena and try to find out if Thomas had been shot at the bar, Feaster revealed that he may have shot Thomas.
Ramsey said nearly 11 minutes passed before any other officers, medics or firefighters learned Thomas had been shot."
The policeman simply forgot to tell anyone he had shot a man.
Accidental? Does the shooting look accidental to you? Did the policeman have his weapon pointed at the victim? Did he have his booger hook on the trigger? What if you came upon a DUI crash, and instead of rendering aid, you draw your weapon and attempt to kill the driver? Do you believe for a second the DA or local prosecutor would stretch the benefit of the doubt so far as to call it "accidental", thus all but exonerating you?
Friday, December 11, 2015
Noooooo. They Wouldn't Do That!
Just go read the story. It should turn your stomach. Good guys all around.
http://sputniknews.com/us/20151210/1031505866/cops-shoot-men-falsely-charge-murder.html
http://sputniknews.com/us/20151210/1031505866/cops-shoot-men-falsely-charge-murder.html
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Hillary Clinton For President!
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Here is her most effective campaign website. Go and learn what she is about and show your support!
Former ATF Agent Makes His Pitiful Argument
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Goon: Webster's definition.
A tip o'the hat to Gun Free Zone for pointing us to this. The Washington Post has put up this op-ed piece from a "firearms expert". What makes this guy an expert? Was he a member of the gun culture? No. Was he ever a gun dealer? No. Was he ever a gunsmith or a firearms designer? No. Was he a firearms collector or historian? No. So, what makes him an expert? Well, he had a official looking laminated I.D. and a shiny badge! He held a job with a Federal Agency! That makes him an expert.
Remember folks, this guy is not the exception to the rule at ATF.
Remember how we keep hearing that the "vast majority" are good guys who mean well and just want to do the right thing? Remember how we are told that they are honorable men who just want to pursue hardcore criminals? If that is true, do you think the "vast majority" of those "really good guys" just don't know that the agency which employs them is run by guys who think like this?
One commenter, Calbeck, said what I was thinking.
"So you tell me: is the BATF just stupid when it comes to firearms, or are they just a pack of politically-motivated liars with a budget and bureaucracy to protect?"
I believe it is both.
Most of the comments are not particularly friendly.
Oh, and speaking of the above, It didn't occur to ATF agent John Dodson to openly oppose Fast and Furious until after Brian Terry, a fellow federal agent, was killed.
His money quote:
"I'm boots on the ground in Phoenix, telling you we've been doing it every day since I've been here," he said. "Here I am. Tell me I didn't do the things that I did. Tell me you didn't order me to do the things I did. Tell me it didn't happen. Now you have a name on it. You have a face to put with it. Here I am. Someone now, tell me it didn't happen."
Look here for more.
Wednesday, December 09, 2015
A Link To A Good Read
Why do we have boys in skinny pants?
Go and read this piece.
http://www.commonsenseevaluation.com/2013/08/21/the-pussification-of-the-western-male/#sthash.mBERnFsM.dpbs
Tip o'the hat the The Feral Irishman for the link.
Go and read this piece.
http://www.commonsenseevaluation.com/2013/08/21/the-pussification-of-the-western-male/#sthash.mBERnFsM.dpbs
Tip o'the hat the The Feral Irishman for the link.
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
Forcing the NY SAFE Act
David Codrea and Mike Vanderboegh have both covered this story.
http://www.oneidadispatch.com/general-news/20151007/safe-act-opponents-say-state-police-enforcement-of-gun-law-on-the-rise
More info here.
https://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1815187_New_York_State_Police_have_launched_SAFE_Act_investigation_and_have_4473_that_they_are_using.html
http://www.oneidadispatch.com/general-news/20151007/safe-act-opponents-say-state-police-enforcement-of-gun-law-on-the-rise
More info here.
https://www.ar15.com/forums/t_1_5/1815187_New_York_State_Police_have_launched_SAFE_Act_investigation_and_have_4473_that_they_are_using.html
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First, the New Yorkers in the photo above deserve a thank you for standing up and saying no. Now, why aren't there hundreds of Law Imposement officers in their ranks?
This is the comment I left on Sipsey Street Irregulars:
Hey! I just had a thought. Maybe now is the time for all those "really good guy" Law Imposement officers to show themselves. Maybe now the "vast majority" who would "never do such a thing" will stand up and say,
"No, Boss! I ain't doin' it!".
Maybe now, just now, individually and through their professional organizations, those "good guys" who are in the "vast majority" will make themselves known. Maybe now they will make it clear that they will honor their oath and defend the natural rights of the people who employ them.
Hell, in NewYork City alone there are thirty-four thousand policemen. If just fifty-one percent, which is a simple majority, are those "really good guys", there should be more than seventeen-thousand policemen saying... nay, shouting from the roof tops,
"All free men have the right to arms! That right is natural and inherent. The NY SAFE Act is a massive infringement on that right! It is an abomination! We will not enforce it! We will not betray the people! We will honor our oath!".
Just think of how many others there are all over New York State. Their benevolence is going to erupt any minute now!
What's that? Don't hold my breath? What do you mean...?
Hey! I just had a thought. Maybe now is the time for all those "really good guy" Law Imposement officers to show themselves. Maybe now the "vast majority" who would "never do such a thing" will stand up and say,
"No, Boss! I ain't doin' it!".
Maybe now, just now, individually and through their professional organizations, those "good guys" who are in the "vast majority" will make themselves known. Maybe now they will make it clear that they will honor their oath and defend the natural rights of the people who employ them.
Hell, in NewYork City alone there are thirty-four thousand policemen. If just fifty-one percent, which is a simple majority, are those "really good guys", there should be more than seventeen-thousand policemen saying... nay, shouting from the roof tops,
"All free men have the right to arms! That right is natural and inherent. The NY SAFE Act is a massive infringement on that right! It is an abomination! We will not enforce it! We will not betray the people! We will honor our oath!".
Just think of how many others there are all over New York State. Their benevolence is going to erupt any minute now!
What's that? Don't hold my breath? What do you mean...?
Monday, December 07, 2015
Western Man, It Is Your Heritage. Embrace it!
Watch the entire series. Rediscover your heritage. Own it!
These days, it is the fighting carbine and pistol, as well as unarmed combative skills. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Watch this Jim West series also. I know Jim from the old days at Ft Bragg. He is the real deal. He makes a salient point toward the end of the first segment. "You have to be willing to hurt people."
These days, it is the fighting carbine and pistol, as well as unarmed combative skills. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Watch this Jim West series also. I know Jim from the old days at Ft Bragg. He is the real deal. He makes a salient point toward the end of the first segment. "You have to be willing to hurt people."
Sunday, December 06, 2015
This Is The Fearsome Islamic State Army?
If they are so Mean and vicious, why are they all wearing dresses? Pretty blue ones at that.
Now, isn't that sweet? Hey, didn't the U.S. military just go completely gender integrated? Maybe our Army will begin wearing dresses too!
Wait a minute? Does this mean all cross-dressers are muslim terrorists?
OMG! Does this mean Bruce Jenner is a muslim terrorist?
Now, isn't that sweet? Hey, didn't the U.S. military just go completely gender integrated? Maybe our Army will begin wearing dresses too!
Wait a minute? Does this mean all cross-dressers are muslim terrorists?
OMG! Does this mean Bruce Jenner is a muslim terrorist?
Repost And Comment, Choose The Slower Cancer?
Townhall.com has published this opinion piece by Derek Hunter.
It is entitled, The Democratic Party Is A Death Cult. Mr. Hunter does a fairly good job making his argument until he begins to condemn those who didn't vote for John McCain.
Then he says this, "It’s awful that our choice might be between someone who isn’t great and someone who is awful, but you dance with the girl who brung ya. I’d not only vote for Lindsey Graham, I’d work tirelessly to elect him if he wins the nomination. So when I read stories of moneyed insiders threatening to sit on the sidelines if their candidate isn’t the nominee I have to wonder how these people benefit from a Hillary Clinton presidency."
First, "Dance with the one who brung ya." is a notion to which liberal and moderate "Republicans" do not believe they are obligated to subscribe. They stab us in the back again and again. Do you remember George W. Bush saying repeatedly he would sign a re-authorization of the assault weapons ban if Congress passed it? Do you think he really didn't mean it? Or do you say to yourself, yeah but Congress wasn't about to pass it, so it doesn't mater... Democrats and moderate Republicans had been working together to get it passed. If those allies had been able to buy or coerce enough votes the bill would have been signed. It would have been Law today. Do you remember George W. Bush signing an expanded Medicare prescription drug law? Do you pull your blindfold tightly around your eyes and tell yourself that it wasn't an expansion of the welfare state by a "conservative"?
Hunter then goes on to tell us he would vote for Lindsey Graham, as an alternative to voting for an avowed (or closet) Marxist. His prescription for you is to vote for the Fabian Socialist, because he will do less damage that the Leninist.
I propose that a vote for any brand of Socialism is a vote for Socialism. A vote in favor of a slowly metastasizing cancer is not a vote against a more malignant form. They are both votes for self destruction.
In short, I propose to you that the Republican Party is wholly owned by the statist, progressive, Fabian Socialists. They are NOT the alternative to the Democrat Party. They are the flip side of the same coin. They both roll the same direction, always to the left.
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It is entitled, The Democratic Party Is A Death Cult. Mr. Hunter does a fairly good job making his argument until he begins to condemn those who didn't vote for John McCain.
Then he says this, "It’s awful that our choice might be between someone who isn’t great and someone who is awful, but you dance with the girl who brung ya. I’d not only vote for Lindsey Graham, I’d work tirelessly to elect him if he wins the nomination. So when I read stories of moneyed insiders threatening to sit on the sidelines if their candidate isn’t the nominee I have to wonder how these people benefit from a Hillary Clinton presidency."
First, "Dance with the one who brung ya." is a notion to which liberal and moderate "Republicans" do not believe they are obligated to subscribe. They stab us in the back again and again. Do you remember George W. Bush saying repeatedly he would sign a re-authorization of the assault weapons ban if Congress passed it? Do you think he really didn't mean it? Or do you say to yourself, yeah but Congress wasn't about to pass it, so it doesn't mater... Democrats and moderate Republicans had been working together to get it passed. If those allies had been able to buy or coerce enough votes the bill would have been signed. It would have been Law today. Do you remember George W. Bush signing an expanded Medicare prescription drug law? Do you pull your blindfold tightly around your eyes and tell yourself that it wasn't an expansion of the welfare state by a "conservative"?
Hunter then goes on to tell us he would vote for Lindsey Graham, as an alternative to voting for an avowed (or closet) Marxist. His prescription for you is to vote for the Fabian Socialist, because he will do less damage that the Leninist.
I propose that a vote for any brand of Socialism is a vote for Socialism. A vote in favor of a slowly metastasizing cancer is not a vote against a more malignant form. They are both votes for self destruction.
In short, I propose to you that the Republican Party is wholly owned by the statist, progressive, Fabian Socialists. They are NOT the alternative to the Democrat Party. They are the flip side of the same coin. They both roll the same direction, always to the left.
Thursday, December 03, 2015
Arguing With Leftists Is Nonsense
On The Feral Irishman's Blog, a commenter asked this question:
" Has it ever occurred to such idiots that these types of shootings almost always take place in "gun-free zones"?"
The answer is, yes it has. They don't care. Their agenda is about controlling YOU, not about controlling "crime". They don't give half a fuck about crime and crime rates. They want to control you and prevent you from living your life as a free man.
STOP participating in THEIR argument. It is a distraction. It is mental masturbation. STOP saying to yourself, "Why do they keep proposing policies that just don't work? Are they that stupid?"
They are not stupid. They have a strategy. They keep proposing policies which have the opposite effect from what they claim to want, because they are LYING to you about what they want! They are at war with YOU. Keep that in mind and everything they do will make perfect sense.
Edit: After posting the above, I looked a Sipsey Stret Irregulars blog and Mike had posted a link to America's First Freedom where I found the following quote. This taken from the Clinton Administration archives. It is VERY worthwhile reading.
"Reviewing Clinton administration internal memos made it clear that gun control was a priority virtually from day one. But one thing was strangely absent. Not a single memo or document dealt with whether any of the proposed measures would affect crime. That was a non-issue in the Clinton White House."
I say again. They hate you. They are at war with you. ANY tactic which advances their strategy will be used against you. If "A" didn't work last week, they will use "B" this week. "C" is on the agenda next week. It will never end. They are at war. Get it through your head. They will NEVER leave you alone. They can't. They are at war. You are the enemy. You have not been subdued. You are an enemy standing, armed, in defiance of their plan to dominate you. They are not nice people, well meaning but misguided. They are evil. They want absolute dominion over you. You stand firm in your Christian faith and they spew venom at you. They hate you and they hate your beliefs. You had best be ready and willing to reciprocate.
The words of Rudyard Kipling in the Wrath of the Awakened Saxon are at the front of my mind these days. I keep thinking of what is remaining of America and their mindset:
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.
I am also reminded of the germanic berzerkers of fable and legend. The following is from one of John Norman's Gor novels:
" “Loosen your weapons,” said Svein Blue Tooth. The men shifted. Swords were withdrawn from scabbards; arrows were fitted to the string, spears more firmly gripped.
It seemed strange to me that men, only men, would dare to pit themselves against Kurii. I did not know then, of course, about the fury.
Svein Blue Tooth had his head down. I sensed it first in the giant, Rollo. It was not a human noise. It was a snarl, a growl, like the sound of a larl, a-wakening from its sleep. The hair on my neck stood on end. I
turned. The giant head was slowly lifting itself, and turn-ing. Its eyes were closed. I could see blood beginning to move through the veins of its forehead. Then the eyes opened, and no longer were they vacant, but deep within them, as though beginning from far away, there seemed the glint of some terrible light. I saw his fists close and open. His shoulders were hunched down. He half crouched, as though waiting, tense, while the thing, the frenzy, the madness, began to burn within him.
“It is beginning,” said Ivar Forkbeard to me.
“I do not understand,” I said.
“Be quiet,” said he. “It is beginning.”
I saw then Svein Blue Tooth, the mighty jarl of Torvalds-land, lift his own head, but it did not seem, then, to be him.
It seemed rather a face I had not seen before. The eyes did not seem those of the noble Blue Tooth, but of something else, unaccountable, not understood. I saw him suddenly thrust his left forearm against the broad blade of his spear. To my horror I saw him sucking at his own blood.
I saw a man, fighting the frenzy, tear handfuls of his own hair from his head. But it was coming upon him, and he could not subdue it.
Other men were restless. Some dug at the earth with their boots. Others looked about themselves, frightened. The eyes of one man began to roll in his head; his body seemed shaken, trembling; he muttered incoherently.
Another man threw aside his shield and jerked open the shirt at his chest, looking into the valley. I heard others moan, and then the moans give way to the sounds of beasts, utterances of incontinent rage."
Go here and read the rest.
Western Christian Man MUST awaken. Western Christian Man must face his enemies with such fury.
" Has it ever occurred to such idiots that these types of shootings almost always take place in "gun-free zones"?"
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The answer is, yes it has. They don't care. Their agenda is about controlling YOU, not about controlling "crime". They don't give half a fuck about crime and crime rates. They want to control you and prevent you from living your life as a free man.
STOP participating in THEIR argument. It is a distraction. It is mental masturbation. STOP saying to yourself, "Why do they keep proposing policies that just don't work? Are they that stupid?"
They are not stupid. They have a strategy. They keep proposing policies which have the opposite effect from what they claim to want, because they are LYING to you about what they want! They are at war with YOU. Keep that in mind and everything they do will make perfect sense.
Edit: After posting the above, I looked a Sipsey Stret Irregulars blog and Mike had posted a link to America's First Freedom where I found the following quote. This taken from the Clinton Administration archives. It is VERY worthwhile reading.
"Reviewing Clinton administration internal memos made it clear that gun control was a priority virtually from day one. But one thing was strangely absent. Not a single memo or document dealt with whether any of the proposed measures would affect crime. That was a non-issue in the Clinton White House."
I say again. They hate you. They are at war with you. ANY tactic which advances their strategy will be used against you. If "A" didn't work last week, they will use "B" this week. "C" is on the agenda next week. It will never end. They are at war. Get it through your head. They will NEVER leave you alone. They can't. They are at war. You are the enemy. You have not been subdued. You are an enemy standing, armed, in defiance of their plan to dominate you. They are not nice people, well meaning but misguided. They are evil. They want absolute dominion over you. You stand firm in your Christian faith and they spew venom at you. They hate you and they hate your beliefs. You had best be ready and willing to reciprocate.
The words of Rudyard Kipling in the Wrath of the Awakened Saxon are at the front of my mind these days. I keep thinking of what is remaining of America and their mindset:
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.
I am also reminded of the germanic berzerkers of fable and legend. The following is from one of John Norman's Gor novels:
" “Loosen your weapons,” said Svein Blue Tooth. The men shifted. Swords were withdrawn from scabbards; arrows were fitted to the string, spears more firmly gripped.
It seemed strange to me that men, only men, would dare to pit themselves against Kurii. I did not know then, of course, about the fury.
Svein Blue Tooth had his head down. I sensed it first in the giant, Rollo. It was not a human noise. It was a snarl, a growl, like the sound of a larl, a-wakening from its sleep. The hair on my neck stood on end. I
turned. The giant head was slowly lifting itself, and turn-ing. Its eyes were closed. I could see blood beginning to move through the veins of its forehead. Then the eyes opened, and no longer were they vacant, but deep within them, as though beginning from far away, there seemed the glint of some terrible light. I saw his fists close and open. His shoulders were hunched down. He half crouched, as though waiting, tense, while the thing, the frenzy, the madness, began to burn within him.
“It is beginning,” said Ivar Forkbeard to me.
“I do not understand,” I said.
“Be quiet,” said he. “It is beginning.”
I saw then Svein Blue Tooth, the mighty jarl of Torvalds-land, lift his own head, but it did not seem, then, to be him.
It seemed rather a face I had not seen before. The eyes did not seem those of the noble Blue Tooth, but of something else, unaccountable, not understood. I saw him suddenly thrust his left forearm against the broad blade of his spear. To my horror I saw him sucking at his own blood.
I saw a man, fighting the frenzy, tear handfuls of his own hair from his head. But it was coming upon him, and he could not subdue it.
Other men were restless. Some dug at the earth with their boots. Others looked about themselves, frightened. The eyes of one man began to roll in his head; his body seemed shaken, trembling; he muttered incoherently.
Another man threw aside his shield and jerked open the shirt at his chest, looking into the valley. I heard others moan, and then the moans give way to the sounds of beasts, utterances of incontinent rage."
Go here and read the rest.
Western Christian Man MUST awaken. Western Christian Man must face his enemies with such fury.
Tuesday, December 01, 2015
Why Does The Islamic State aka Daesh Exist? Who IS Funding It? Why, The United States of America!
Mike at Sipsey Street Irregulars posted this on his blog. He linked to this Breitbart piece on the Benghazi special committe and what conclusions they have drawn.
Money quote:
“The Obama administration effectively switched sides in what used to be called the Global War on Terror [GWOT] when it decided to overthrow the sovereign government of our Libyan ally, Muammar Qaddafi, who’d been helping in the fight against al-Qaeda, by actually teaming up with and facilitating gun-running to Libyan al-Qaeda and Muslim Brotherhood [MB] elements there in 2011,” explained Lopez. “This U.S. gun-running policy in 2011 during the Libyan revolution was directed by [then] Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and [the late Libya Ambassador] Christopher Stevens, who was her official envoy to the Libyan AQ rebels.”
And:
“In 2012, the gun-running into Libya turned around and began to flow outward, from Benghazi to the AQ-and-MB-dominated rebels in Syria,” Lopez added. “This time, it was the CIA Base of Operations that was in charge of collecting up and shipping out [surface-to-air missiles] SAMs from Libya on Libyan ships to Turkey for overland delivery to a variety of jihadist militias, some of whose members later coalesced into groups like Jabhat al-Nusra and ISIS [also known as IS]. . .”
Go. Read.
Money quote:
“The Obama administration effectively switched sides in what used to be called the Global War on Terror [GWOT] when it decided to overthrow the sovereign government of our Libyan ally, Muammar Qaddafi, who’d been helping in the fight against al-Qaeda, by actually teaming up with and facilitating gun-running to Libyan al-Qaeda and Muslim Brotherhood [MB] elements there in 2011,” explained Lopez. “This U.S. gun-running policy in 2011 during the Libyan revolution was directed by [then] Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and [the late Libya Ambassador] Christopher Stevens, who was her official envoy to the Libyan AQ rebels.”
And:
“In 2012, the gun-running into Libya turned around and began to flow outward, from Benghazi to the AQ-and-MB-dominated rebels in Syria,” Lopez added. “This time, it was the CIA Base of Operations that was in charge of collecting up and shipping out [surface-to-air missiles] SAMs from Libya on Libyan ships to Turkey for overland delivery to a variety of jihadist militias, some of whose members later coalesced into groups like Jabhat al-Nusra and ISIS [also known as IS]. . .”
Go. Read.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
You Don't Say... I Just Don't Want To Believe That!
Police erase surveilance video which would tend to creat Brady material? Noooooooooo... They would never do that! Especially in a case like Laquan McDonald.
Well, lookie there!
Oh! That reminds me of another incident.
Shucks by golly, lookie there!
Well.... Hell there's another one...
I mean, what am I supposed to think when I read this?
And this...?
I mean, come on, really really? Aren't the vast majority of cops good guys who just want to do the right thing?
Well, lookie there!
Oh! That reminds me of another incident.
Shucks by golly, lookie there!
Well.... Hell there's another one...
I mean, what am I supposed to think when I read this?
And this...?
I mean, come on, really really? Aren't the vast majority of cops good guys who just want to do the right thing?
Saturday, November 28, 2015
So Why Does Angela Merkel Hate Her Own Country?
Jeepers, what do ya mean, Longbow?
I saw a link on Rense Dot Com.
Well, Angela Merkel is a Communist from way back. She thought had everyone fooled, posing as a moderate leftist democrat. She was a Communist Party member in her youth in East Germany. Back then she was known as Angela Kasner (Jewish). She celebrated the brave new world they were creating. She wore the uniform and hobnobbed with the bigwigs. She cried like a baby the night the wall fell.
Want proof? Look here. There is more information out there. We just have to look for it. Evil people will tell you exactly what they intend to do to you if you will listen. Good and decent people don't want to believe they are looking evil in the eye, so they make excuses for it... "Oh, I'm sure she didn't mean it that way!" Oh yes she did.
Now, look at what she is doing to Germany demographically. She is flooding in people who are not German, who do not wish to become German, who want to occupy the land and make it into greater Arabia. All available evidence indicates she hates Germany and Germans (Oh, she doesn't really mean that...).
The American President, re-elected, has the same view of these United States. He hates America and Americans. He hates out Christian (at least nominally) culture. He hates free enterprise and the right to property. He hates and wishes to destroy the last thread of what once was a great country. He wants to "Fundamentally transform the United States of America." (Oh, he didn't really mean that!) He is flooding the country with foreigners who have no love for our culture, no intention of learning our language and no intention of becoming Americans. They want to turn our country into greater Mexico, or Aztlan as they call it.
Barack Hussein Obama, like his philosophical sister in Germany, was steeped in Marxism from his youth. In his own book, Dreams From My Father, he says,
"To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structured feminists and punk-rock performance poets. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets. At night in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Franz Fanon, Eurocentrism and patriarchy. When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpets or set our stereos so loud the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society's stifling conventions. "
So when he said he wanted to fundamentally transform the United States of America, he meant it. Just as Angela (Kasner) Merkel intends to do to her host country.
Friday, November 27, 2015
Israel Supports the Islamic State? Ya Don't Say...
This comes from Oath Keepers. It seems the Israelis are supporting IS in order o facilitate the over throw of Bashar Al Asad.
Not only that, but an Israeli Colonel from the IDF was captured in Iraq while advising the IS.
There is more information here and here.
Not only that, but an Israeli Colonel from the IDF was captured in Iraq while advising the IS.
There is more information here and here.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
More Thuggery. Compliant Citizen Treated Like A Compliant Citizen
File this one under, Guns For Me But None For Thee,
or,
You're Not A Member of My Gang... How Dare You!
I originally saw this one The Blaze dot com.
Watch the video.
Never mind, the video link. Youtube has killed it. Go to The Blaze dot com at the link above and watch the video.
The law in Texas requires a Handgun Carry License holder to inform an officer if he is carrying at the beginning of the interaction. The driver did that.
The cop, seeing a peaceable citizen demonstrate his compliance, took it to mean his life was in danger. He called for back up. When back up arrived one of the officers approached with weapon drawn. They asked nicely for the driver to exit the car, which he did, then they twisted his arm and arrested him for a very minor traffic infraction.
So let us recap, The "Perp", after going through mandatory training, submitting finger prints and a mug shot, submitting to a background check, having his application notarized, and paid some of his hard earned money to the State of Texas, begged for and received (benevolent endowment) a permission slip to do something he has a natural right to to, which is to carry on or about his person short range defensive weaponry. Then after he has complied with the law which grants him permission to exercise his natural right, the exercise of which has been illegal in Texas since Reconstruction, he has a minor interaction with local Policemen. In accordance with Texas Law, he informs the Policemen his is carrying his sidearm.
The Policemen then treat his as though they believe he is a threat to their safety and arrest him for... wait for it... failure to use a turn signal.
Lets cut to the chase here. The Rosenberg Police, as demonstrated by the two in this video, have the attitude that anyone who is not a member of their gang, is a threat to themselves. If someone who is not a member of their gang is carrying a weapon, he should be arrested, even if he would be released without being charged later, if for nothing else, his inconvenience.
These policemen will say they do not know what they face in a traffic stop. The person stopped could very well try to kill them. They must be hyper vigilant! Stomp on 'em until you know for sure!
I ask you, since their attitude is, "every one I meet is going to try to kill me and I should treat everyone I meet as such". Shouldn't I think when I see a Policeman, that:
1. He is a member of a gang which has official State sanction.
2. He is empowered to kill me if he experiences a certain emotions.
3. No matter how egregious his fuck-up, his fellow gang members, as well as his professional organizations will cover for him. They will hide or destroy exculpatory evidence. They will make false statements in court and in writing. They will manufacture or plant evidence when it suits them to do so.
4. The State presumes everything he did to be in accordance with law and policy.
I am presumed guilty. The news media will get their talking points directly from the police report. They will duly report as instructed.
5. I don't know what kind of day he has had. He might still be enraged from his previous field contact. He might have had a spat with his wife before his shift. He might be 'roid raging.
6. When he approaches me, he could kill me and get away with it and might be looking for an excuse to do just that. I should be hyper-vigilant. I should have my hand on my sidearm and take up a defensive posture. I should require him to prove his intentions before anything else happens. When I see a "furtive movement" I should presume he is making a play for his weapon and attempting to kill me. I should act, logically, in defense of my own life.
Now, does that sound preposterous? Why? Because the Policeman in question is a State employee and the State is Daddy and Daddy can't be wrong?
Cops all over the country have the point of view that they are at war with you. They believe themselves to be patrolling in enemy occupied territory.
Wait... No?
The vast majority are good guys who mean well? Then why don't they police their own to such an extent that there are no bad cops? Vast majority, huh? Bullshit.
or,
You're Not A Member of My Gang... How Dare You!
I originally saw this one The Blaze dot com.
Watch the video.
from youtube
Never mind, the video link. Youtube has killed it. Go to The Blaze dot com at the link above and watch the video.
The law in Texas requires a Handgun Carry License holder to inform an officer if he is carrying at the beginning of the interaction. The driver did that.
The cop, seeing a peaceable citizen demonstrate his compliance, took it to mean his life was in danger. He called for back up. When back up arrived one of the officers approached with weapon drawn. They asked nicely for the driver to exit the car, which he did, then they twisted his arm and arrested him for a very minor traffic infraction.
So let us recap, The "Perp", after going through mandatory training, submitting finger prints and a mug shot, submitting to a background check, having his application notarized, and paid some of his hard earned money to the State of Texas, begged for and received (benevolent endowment) a permission slip to do something he has a natural right to to, which is to carry on or about his person short range defensive weaponry. Then after he has complied with the law which grants him permission to exercise his natural right, the exercise of which has been illegal in Texas since Reconstruction, he has a minor interaction with local Policemen. In accordance with Texas Law, he informs the Policemen his is carrying his sidearm.
The Policemen then treat his as though they believe he is a threat to their safety and arrest him for... wait for it... failure to use a turn signal.
Lets cut to the chase here. The Rosenberg Police, as demonstrated by the two in this video, have the attitude that anyone who is not a member of their gang, is a threat to themselves. If someone who is not a member of their gang is carrying a weapon, he should be arrested, even if he would be released without being charged later, if for nothing else, his inconvenience.
These policemen will say they do not know what they face in a traffic stop. The person stopped could very well try to kill them. They must be hyper vigilant! Stomp on 'em until you know for sure!
I ask you, since their attitude is, "every one I meet is going to try to kill me and I should treat everyone I meet as such". Shouldn't I think when I see a Policeman, that:
1. He is a member of a gang which has official State sanction.
2. He is empowered to kill me if he experiences a certain emotions.
3. No matter how egregious his fuck-up, his fellow gang members, as well as his professional organizations will cover for him. They will hide or destroy exculpatory evidence. They will make false statements in court and in writing. They will manufacture or plant evidence when it suits them to do so.
4. The State presumes everything he did to be in accordance with law and policy.
I am presumed guilty. The news media will get their talking points directly from the police report. They will duly report as instructed.
5. I don't know what kind of day he has had. He might still be enraged from his previous field contact. He might have had a spat with his wife before his shift. He might be 'roid raging.
6. When he approaches me, he could kill me and get away with it and might be looking for an excuse to do just that. I should be hyper-vigilant. I should have my hand on my sidearm and take up a defensive posture. I should require him to prove his intentions before anything else happens. When I see a "furtive movement" I should presume he is making a play for his weapon and attempting to kill me. I should act, logically, in defense of my own life.
Now, does that sound preposterous? Why? Because the Policeman in question is a State employee and the State is Daddy and Daddy can't be wrong?
Cops all over the country have the point of view that they are at war with you. They believe themselves to be patrolling in enemy occupied territory.
Wait... No?
The vast majority are good guys who mean well? Then why don't they police their own to such an extent that there are no bad cops? Vast majority, huh? Bullshit.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Of Sociopaths and Barack Obama
This piece from Wolrdnet Daily tells of several analysts who believe Barack Obamas a Sociopath. Is Obama a Psychopath or at least a Sociopath? Read the story, look at the evidence and you decide.
I have said before, to a sociopath, there is no "Right" or "Wrong". There is only "What I Want" and everything which is in the way of "Me getting what I want".
A good video from Infowars.com is embedded below. You should take a couple of minutes to watch and listen.
I have said before, to a sociopath, there is no "Right" or "Wrong". There is only "What I Want" and everything which is in the way of "Me getting what I want".
A good video from Infowars.com is embedded below. You should take a couple of minutes to watch and listen.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Corporal John William James, A Short Story
The man left the hotel early. Rising early was his custom, but this day he wanted to be underway before the city was fully awakened. He knew the people would want to talk, and remember. Soon after crowds would gather and he hadn't the energy these days for long appearances nor was he inclined to make any speeches. He had a desire to see his beloved Annie again before he was no longer able to.
The sun was not fully up and the dew was still settled, though light was breaking on the horizon. He made his way slowly down the street to the stable where he signed for a horse, a well built mare of middle age. The wrangler said she was even tempered and would be happy to have the opportunity to stretch her legs.
He mounted up and headed east out of the city.
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John finished his biscuit by sopping the gravy and stuffing it into his mouth. He grunted as he rose and reached for his crutch. It had been six years and though getting used to the idea had come with time, the soreness and stiffness seemed to get worse. He stepped off the porch and picked up his hoe and rake. Time to work the potatoes. Using his crutch in place of his missing leg and holding tightly to his tools, he walked until he reached the spot down the slope where he had ceased work the evening before. Betsy would be out in a while to bring him some water. Of that he was sure. That woman was as loyal and true to him as the day they had wed. He loved her for it more deeply every day. She was his other crutch, the one he needed for the other parts of him which were missing.
With his crutch under his arm the worked quietly for a half hour, taking pleasure in the simple task, listening to the birds and being thankful for the gentle spring breeze which gave evaporative comfort to his sweaty skin. In a moment he thought he heard the sound of a horse and rider. He looked up. The sun was at his back so the rider was perfectly visible at two hundred yards. It looked like a painting, he thought to himself. The rider, sitting regal in his saddle, the North Carolina country side framing him, the sunlight illuminating it all, made a perfect picture.
Suddenly the hair on his neck and arms stood up. He hadn't felt this way in years. Sensations and emotions stirred in his gut. He knew the man who approached, but he didn't know how to greet him. The rider slowed his horse just a bit as he came abreast of him. Just down the slope and across the split rails, John knew well upon whom he gazed and who it was who gazed at him.
Throwing his crutch away, he straightened his body, lifted and arched his chest, drew in his chin and rendered a perfect hand salute.
"General Lee! Good morning, sir!"
The older man stopped his horse and beheld the sight before him. He had spotted the man working his field as he approached, not knowing if he would encounter a greeting, a wave of the hand or just be ignored as another passerby. But now the one legged man stood ramrod straight. He hadn't so much as swayed since giving his greeting. Lee knew. He knew because he had had this encounter a hundred times since he took his position as head of the college. These scenes had happened less over time as folks had grown accustomed to seeing him ride through the Lexington Virginia countryside. But this was different. People in other parts of the former confederacy hadn't seen him since the end of the war. To most, he had become a legend and a ghost. But this man was different. He was different than those who came rushing up, wanted to touch him and shake his hand, wanted to question and talk. There was something in the way he carried his weight, in how he stood tall now, and in his voice, which had all the surety of a disciplined and professional soldier.
"Who are you, Soldier?" asked Lee.
"Corporal John William James, Sir... 18th North Carolina Infantry!" he replied
"And where did you serve?' Lee inquired, knowing the 18th was with the Army of Northern Virginia though many campaigns, General Lane's brigade.
"After I joined the Regiment, at Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville, and at... well, the excursion into Pennsylvania, Sir! But I lost my leg at Cold Harbor... I tried to... They wouldn't let me stay in the Army... I..." John William James choked on his words. Try as he might, he couldn't say anything more.
General Lee regarded the man before him, still holding his salute. He spoke the finest words John William James had ever heard him say.
"You served honorably and well, Soldier. Carry on!"
Lee returned his salute. John dropped his hand to his side only after Lee had done so. Lee nudged his horse on. John stood straight until Lee was well underway.
Betsy had seen the brief conversation after hearing John's greeting of General Lee. She watched from the porch as horse carried rider away. She saw her beloved husband collapse in a heap. She ran from the house to find her man sobbing in the dirt. She knelt beside him, wrapped her arms around him as he shuddered. His tears flowed freely. His anguished cries came from deep within him, reminding her of a helpless wounded animal.
"I tried... I tried so hard..." He said.
"I know you did Darling. I know you did your best. All of you did." she tried to reassure him, but she was not seeing the scenes in his head.
"I promised Timmy I would get him through... then there was just pieces..." He sobbed. "I was with Jim and Sam and they both got killed... Jim was shot and Sam took a bayonet. They were on either side of me..."
"That's not your fault, Honey! I know you did your best for your friends. I know you did! All you boys did!", she said, trying to understand, knowing she couldn't fully.
"Then when I lost my leg... they wouldn't let me soldier no more. I wanted to stay. To try to help, but they said I had to go home. I felt so lost! I feel so lost!" he cried.
Betsy didn't know what to say then. She held him. His body convulsed with the pain of a thousand memories. Happy ones alternated with terror and sadness he had never allowed himself to feel. All of it came rushing forth now. His shirt and her dress were soaked with tears earned in a hundred locations, tears held back by a dam of stoicism, denial and discipline. The dam had burst and John felt the pain of all of his loss, all of his suffering, all of the injuries, all of the death.
After a quarter hour, Betsy felt him relax some. He was no longer a trembling clenched fist but a sad and wounded man. An injured man who needed her support. He began to straighten himself. In a few moments he asked her to help him stand. He hugged her tightly to him and kissed her cheek.
"I'm alright now." he assured her. "Go on back to the house, I've got work to do. She handed him his crutch, then his hoe. He placed the crutch under his arm and took the tool in both hands. He resumed his work.
Betsy watched him as she walked backward to the house. John never looked up from his work. Soon he was humming a tune to himself. It was as if the past half hour hadn't happened. She knew he would need her even more now. She knew he would relive these moments again soon. He would have to. He now had begun to heal.
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General Lee rode up to the grave. It was marked by an obelisk eleven feet tall. Lee dismounted, walked up, unlatched the simple gate and stood still. He strode nearby picking some wildflowers before approaching again. He placed the flowers, along with a letter he ad written at the foot of the stone.
"Annie," he said, "I am so sorry that I haven't visited more often. I am also sorry that this may be the last time before I meet you in God's glory, if I may be so presumptuous." At this he chuckled quietly. "I know I missed many things a father should share with his daughter. Duty had called and I hope you have forgiven me. God willing, I will see you on the other side."
After a moment, Lee remounted and turned back toward Charlotte. He would take an alternate route, as was his habit, enjoying the country air and a leisurely ride. He thought he should be back in the city by noon.
As he entered the city, people began to recognize him. A small crowd began tod gather around him, ask to shake his hand, express their gratitude or just gawk. He politely replied, "Thank you, Sir." or "Thank you, Ma'am.", "Good day, Sir... Good day, Ma'am".
Thomas Woodleigh looked on in confusion, not understanding what all the fuss was about. The scene reminded him of the story from the bible he'd heard in Sunday School, where people tried to touch Jesus as he rode into Jerusalem. He asked his Mother, as many a child would do, "Momma, why are all those people trying to touch that man? Who is he?"
She replied, "Tommy, THAT is General Robert E. Lee. He commanded all of our troops in the war."
With all the innocence a six year old could muster, Thomas asked, "But why is he crying? Is he sad because he lost the war?"
Tommy's backside instantly stung from a swat expertly delivered by his mother. "Now you just hush that and run along home. You go home. You hear me?"
The sun was not fully up and the dew was still settled, though light was breaking on the horizon. He made his way slowly down the street to the stable where he signed for a horse, a well built mare of middle age. The wrangler said she was even tempered and would be happy to have the opportunity to stretch her legs.
He mounted up and headed east out of the city.
..................................................................................................................................................................
John finished his biscuit by sopping the gravy and stuffing it into his mouth. He grunted as he rose and reached for his crutch. It had been six years and though getting used to the idea had come with time, the soreness and stiffness seemed to get worse. He stepped off the porch and picked up his hoe and rake. Time to work the potatoes. Using his crutch in place of his missing leg and holding tightly to his tools, he walked until he reached the spot down the slope where he had ceased work the evening before. Betsy would be out in a while to bring him some water. Of that he was sure. That woman was as loyal and true to him as the day they had wed. He loved her for it more deeply every day. She was his other crutch, the one he needed for the other parts of him which were missing.
With his crutch under his arm the worked quietly for a half hour, taking pleasure in the simple task, listening to the birds and being thankful for the gentle spring breeze which gave evaporative comfort to his sweaty skin. In a moment he thought he heard the sound of a horse and rider. He looked up. The sun was at his back so the rider was perfectly visible at two hundred yards. It looked like a painting, he thought to himself. The rider, sitting regal in his saddle, the North Carolina country side framing him, the sunlight illuminating it all, made a perfect picture.
Suddenly the hair on his neck and arms stood up. He hadn't felt this way in years. Sensations and emotions stirred in his gut. He knew the man who approached, but he didn't know how to greet him. The rider slowed his horse just a bit as he came abreast of him. Just down the slope and across the split rails, John knew well upon whom he gazed and who it was who gazed at him.
Throwing his crutch away, he straightened his body, lifted and arched his chest, drew in his chin and rendered a perfect hand salute.
"General Lee! Good morning, sir!"
The older man stopped his horse and beheld the sight before him. He had spotted the man working his field as he approached, not knowing if he would encounter a greeting, a wave of the hand or just be ignored as another passerby. But now the one legged man stood ramrod straight. He hadn't so much as swayed since giving his greeting. Lee knew. He knew because he had had this encounter a hundred times since he took his position as head of the college. These scenes had happened less over time as folks had grown accustomed to seeing him ride through the Lexington Virginia countryside. But this was different. People in other parts of the former confederacy hadn't seen him since the end of the war. To most, he had become a legend and a ghost. But this man was different. He was different than those who came rushing up, wanted to touch him and shake his hand, wanted to question and talk. There was something in the way he carried his weight, in how he stood tall now, and in his voice, which had all the surety of a disciplined and professional soldier.
"Who are you, Soldier?" asked Lee.
"Corporal John William James, Sir... 18th North Carolina Infantry!" he replied
"And where did you serve?' Lee inquired, knowing the 18th was with the Army of Northern Virginia though many campaigns, General Lane's brigade.
"After I joined the Regiment, at Fredericksburg and Chancellorsville, and at... well, the excursion into Pennsylvania, Sir! But I lost my leg at Cold Harbor... I tried to... They wouldn't let me stay in the Army... I..." John William James choked on his words. Try as he might, he couldn't say anything more.
General Lee regarded the man before him, still holding his salute. He spoke the finest words John William James had ever heard him say.
"You served honorably and well, Soldier. Carry on!"
Lee returned his salute. John dropped his hand to his side only after Lee had done so. Lee nudged his horse on. John stood straight until Lee was well underway.
Betsy had seen the brief conversation after hearing John's greeting of General Lee. She watched from the porch as horse carried rider away. She saw her beloved husband collapse in a heap. She ran from the house to find her man sobbing in the dirt. She knelt beside him, wrapped her arms around him as he shuddered. His tears flowed freely. His anguished cries came from deep within him, reminding her of a helpless wounded animal.
"I tried... I tried so hard..." He said.
"I know you did Darling. I know you did your best. All of you did." she tried to reassure him, but she was not seeing the scenes in his head.
"I promised Timmy I would get him through... then there was just pieces..." He sobbed. "I was with Jim and Sam and they both got killed... Jim was shot and Sam took a bayonet. They were on either side of me..."
"That's not your fault, Honey! I know you did your best for your friends. I know you did! All you boys did!", she said, trying to understand, knowing she couldn't fully.
"Then when I lost my leg... they wouldn't let me soldier no more. I wanted to stay. To try to help, but they said I had to go home. I felt so lost! I feel so lost!" he cried.
Betsy didn't know what to say then. She held him. His body convulsed with the pain of a thousand memories. Happy ones alternated with terror and sadness he had never allowed himself to feel. All of it came rushing forth now. His shirt and her dress were soaked with tears earned in a hundred locations, tears held back by a dam of stoicism, denial and discipline. The dam had burst and John felt the pain of all of his loss, all of his suffering, all of the injuries, all of the death.
After a quarter hour, Betsy felt him relax some. He was no longer a trembling clenched fist but a sad and wounded man. An injured man who needed her support. He began to straighten himself. In a few moments he asked her to help him stand. He hugged her tightly to him and kissed her cheek.
"I'm alright now." he assured her. "Go on back to the house, I've got work to do. She handed him his crutch, then his hoe. He placed the crutch under his arm and took the tool in both hands. He resumed his work.
Betsy watched him as she walked backward to the house. John never looked up from his work. Soon he was humming a tune to himself. It was as if the past half hour hadn't happened. She knew he would need her even more now. She knew he would relive these moments again soon. He would have to. He now had begun to heal.
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General Lee rode up to the grave. It was marked by an obelisk eleven feet tall. Lee dismounted, walked up, unlatched the simple gate and stood still. He strode nearby picking some wildflowers before approaching again. He placed the flowers, along with a letter he ad written at the foot of the stone.
"Annie," he said, "I am so sorry that I haven't visited more often. I am also sorry that this may be the last time before I meet you in God's glory, if I may be so presumptuous." At this he chuckled quietly. "I know I missed many things a father should share with his daughter. Duty had called and I hope you have forgiven me. God willing, I will see you on the other side."
After a moment, Lee remounted and turned back toward Charlotte. He would take an alternate route, as was his habit, enjoying the country air and a leisurely ride. He thought he should be back in the city by noon.
As he entered the city, people began to recognize him. A small crowd began tod gather around him, ask to shake his hand, express their gratitude or just gawk. He politely replied, "Thank you, Sir." or "Thank you, Ma'am.", "Good day, Sir... Good day, Ma'am".
Thomas Woodleigh looked on in confusion, not understanding what all the fuss was about. The scene reminded him of the story from the bible he'd heard in Sunday School, where people tried to touch Jesus as he rode into Jerusalem. He asked his Mother, as many a child would do, "Momma, why are all those people trying to touch that man? Who is he?"
She replied, "Tommy, THAT is General Robert E. Lee. He commanded all of our troops in the war."
With all the innocence a six year old could muster, Thomas asked, "But why is he crying? Is he sad because he lost the war?"
Tommy's backside instantly stung from a swat expertly delivered by his mother. "Now you just hush that and run along home. You go home. You hear me?"
Sunday, November 08, 2015
Idaho Statesman Tells Us About Jack Yantis' Murder
This piece is from the Idaho Statesman. The headline reads:
Witnesses to the killing are now speaking about what they saw. The two deputies who shot and killed Yantis are on paid leave. The exoneration of the two deputies is still pending the Idaho State Police exhaustive investigation. This should enrage the people of Idaho. All the people that is, except those in Law Imposement. If you wear the Super hero Costume and bear the Magic Shield, you cannot be wrong, so there's nothing to se here. Two members of The Gang murdered a mere mortal. So what? It's the cost of doing business.
The line from First Blood comes to mind, Sheriff Teasle reminds us, "People go fucking around with the Law, and all hell breaks loose!"
The Waingro line from HEAT comes to mind also, "I had to get it on, man! He was makin' a move! I had to get it on!"
I don't believe this will go anywhere. Perhaps there will be a law suit. Perhaps the Yantis family will prevail and be awarded some money from the County. Perhaps the two deputies will eventually find Law Imposement jobs somewhere else. Will there be justice? Not in this lifetime.
Money quotes from the Idaho Statesman piece:
"The rifle’s barrel was about 2 feet from the bull, and Jack Yantis’ finger was on the trigger.
Read more here: http://www.idahostatesman.com/news/local/article43654638.html#storylink=cpy
‘I saw them murder my husband’
Witnesses to the killing are now speaking about what they saw. The two deputies who shot and killed Yantis are on paid leave. The exoneration of the two deputies is still pending the Idaho State Police exhaustive investigation. This should enrage the people of Idaho. All the people that is, except those in Law Imposement. If you wear the Super hero Costume and bear the Magic Shield, you cannot be wrong, so there's nothing to se here. Two members of The Gang murdered a mere mortal. So what? It's the cost of doing business.
The line from First Blood comes to mind, Sheriff Teasle reminds us, "People go fucking around with the Law, and all hell breaks loose!"
The Waingro line from HEAT comes to mind also, "I had to get it on, man! He was makin' a move! I had to get it on!"
I don't believe this will go anywhere. Perhaps there will be a law suit. Perhaps the Yantis family will prevail and be awarded some money from the County. Perhaps the two deputies will eventually find Law Imposement jobs somewhere else. Will there be justice? Not in this lifetime.
Money quotes from the Idaho Statesman piece:
"The rifle’s barrel was about 2 feet from the bull, and Jack Yantis’ finger was on the trigger.
“Everything was going as planned. … I did not notice any conversation at all” between Jack Yantis and the deputies, Paradis said. “Then the one cop turned around and grabbed his shoulder and jerked him backwards.”
The deputy came from behind, spun Yantis around and grabbed the rifle’s scope, Paradis said.
The deputy pushed Yantis. The rifle was still in Yantis’ hands, its barrel pointed at the ground. Yantis was trying to regain his footing.
Paradis said he does not know whether the rifle fired, but he thinks it might have discharged accidentally when the deputy grabbed Yantis and spun him, or when one of the deputy’s bullets pierced Yantis’ hand holding the rifle, hitting the gun and damaging it.
One deputy began shooting at Yantis, then the other deputy started shooting."
And:
"Donna Yantis said she and Paradis screamed at the deputies to stop.
Shot in the chest and abdomen, Jack Yantis fell to the ground. Neither deputy went to check on him. Paradis and Donna Yantis started running toward him.
“And then they threatened me and my nephew ... threw us on the middle of Highway 95, searched us and handcuffed us, and wouldn’t let us go take care of Jack,” Donna Yantis said.
Paradis said one deputy pointed his gun at Paradis’ head.
Donna Yantis had a heart attack. Some time later, she was taken by ambulance to Midvale and then by helicopter to Saint Alphonsus Regional Medical Center in Boise, where she remained hospitalized Saturday."
Read more here: http://www.idahostatesman.com/news/local/article43654638.html#storylink=cpy
Read more here: http://www.idahostatesman.com/news/local/article43654638.html#storylink=cpy
Thursday, September 24, 2015
The MRAP Proves Who Big Daddy Is
MRAP's: All the Cool Cop Shops are getting them!
I saw this link from David Codrea's waronguns.blogspot.com. If you don't read David Codrea's blog every day, you should.
It seems the Salt Lake City police have a new MRAP vehicle. Why, you ask? To protect themselves from all those heavily armed "civilians" they believe will be shooting at them, of course! Why do they believe "civilians" will be shooting at policemen? Uhhhmmmmm... they'll not answer that just now, thank you.
But, I will. The policemen see themselves as at war with the community they "serve". They see YOU as the enemy. They are actively taught that each and every time they approach a mere mortal "civilian", he will most likely try to kill them. They have that mindset about YOU.
You don't believe that? See this video:
Do you have that mindset about them? No? Why not? Because you don't see yourself as being at war with your own community. The difference is, THEY sought out a job where they could go around wielding power over their neighbors. You did not. They look for reasons to use force against their neighbors. You do not.
The press' sycophantic relationship with all things Government is sickening. Which leads me to the piece linked from WarOnGuns.
Money quote:
“I think people should be aware that in the Salt Lake Valley there are hundreds, if not thousands, of 50-caliber rifles in the possession of civilians," Winder said."
Dear Lord! Mere mortals possess these fifty caliber rifles? Now if they were restricted to .499 caliber rifles I could feel better about this, but what would a mere mortal "civilian" NEED with a fifty? Who do they think they are? Free men or something?
"With the proper permit, these big guns are legal to own."
Oh, so you beg permission from Big Daddy first. And Big Daddy gets to decide who gets to play and who doesn't. I get it. So you kiss Big Daddy's ass first, (and everybody knows Big Daddy deserves to have his ass kissed, after all he's Big Daddy). Then beg permission. Then Big Daddy tells you Yea or Nay depending on how he feels at the moment, or more likely, how he feels about YOU. Then you pay big daddy something, you know, like an offering to appease a god. Then, if all is well for you that day, Big Daddy issues a permission slip which you get to keep for a period of time. When the permission period expires, you can go back and beg again!
Who is Big Daddy? He's the one driving that shiny new MRAP! You know the one. It is tall and scary looking, has all the armor plate and can't be penetrated by any of those FIFTY caliber rifles he has benevolently permitted the mere mortal population to possess.
image found on Google
I saw this link from David Codrea's waronguns.blogspot.com. If you don't read David Codrea's blog every day, you should.
It seems the Salt Lake City police have a new MRAP vehicle. Why, you ask? To protect themselves from all those heavily armed "civilians" they believe will be shooting at them, of course! Why do they believe "civilians" will be shooting at policemen? Uhhhmmmmm... they'll not answer that just now, thank you.
But, I will. The policemen see themselves as at war with the community they "serve". They see YOU as the enemy. They are actively taught that each and every time they approach a mere mortal "civilian", he will most likely try to kill them. They have that mindset about YOU.
You don't believe that? See this video:
Do you have that mindset about them? No? Why not? Because you don't see yourself as being at war with your own community. The difference is, THEY sought out a job where they could go around wielding power over their neighbors. You did not. They look for reasons to use force against their neighbors. You do not.
The press' sycophantic relationship with all things Government is sickening. Which leads me to the piece linked from WarOnGuns.
Money quote:
“I think people should be aware that in the Salt Lake Valley there are hundreds, if not thousands, of 50-caliber rifles in the possession of civilians," Winder said."
Dear Lord! Mere mortals possess these fifty caliber rifles? Now if they were restricted to .499 caliber rifles I could feel better about this, but what would a mere mortal "civilian" NEED with a fifty? Who do they think they are? Free men or something?
"With the proper permit, these big guns are legal to own."
Oh, so you beg permission from Big Daddy first. And Big Daddy gets to decide who gets to play and who doesn't. I get it. So you kiss Big Daddy's ass first, (and everybody knows Big Daddy deserves to have his ass kissed, after all he's Big Daddy). Then beg permission. Then Big Daddy tells you Yea or Nay depending on how he feels at the moment, or more likely, how he feels about YOU. Then you pay big daddy something, you know, like an offering to appease a god. Then, if all is well for you that day, Big Daddy issues a permission slip which you get to keep for a period of time. When the permission period expires, you can go back and beg again!
Who is Big Daddy? He's the one driving that shiny new MRAP! You know the one. It is tall and scary looking, has all the armor plate and can't be penetrated by any of those FIFTY caliber rifles he has benevolently permitted the mere mortal population to possess.
Tuesday, August 04, 2015
Abortion Is Murder! They're Discussing The MURDER of Human Babys.
They coldly discuss the harvesting of "intact cadavers" then proudly display their wares. Human baby body parts are displayed in a tray. They are talking about killing a Baby, then dissecting it, then calling the parts "specimens". The truth is they KILL an unborn baby in its natural environment, then they cut it up like cattle in a slaughter house. If the baby cadaver doesn't come out whole, they can still sell what parts are recoverable. Like a whole Brain or a whole Liver, etc...
Look closely. Then watch the video a second time.
Edit: found this picture at Sipsey Street (thanks Mike.)
They are proud of this.
Evil does not come in a more fundamental form.
As my God Father told me, the hardest part and what we MUST do, PRAY for them!
Look closely. Then watch the video a second time.
video found on youtube
Edit: found this picture at Sipsey Street (thanks Mike.)
They are proud of this.
Evil does not come in a more fundamental form.
As my God Father told me, the hardest part and what we MUST do, PRAY for them!
Sunday, August 02, 2015
Operation Fast and Furious Rears Its Head again
Remember, folks, Obama, Clinton, Holder et al. wanted this.
And this...
But then they got this...
Their first response was a quote from Bart Simpson, "Uh, uh... I didn't do it!"
Their next response was, "Uh... it was a field operation! Rogue Agents... I didn't know!"
Thier last pathetic attempt at an excuse was, "Well, yeah, we did it... but we didn't do anything wrong and we won't do it again! Besides, Bush did it too! So there!
This comes from NY Daily News Dot Com.
It seems that the weapon used by the Rag Head to shoot up the Rag Head Ridiculing Contest was acquired from one of the batches which were smuggled during the DOJ's Fast and Furious gun smuggling operation.
The news media, all of them including the highly respected Fox News, keep calling this a "botched sting" or "an investigation gone out of control" or some other such nonsense. Fast and Furious was a smuggling operation. It was criminal facilitation. There was a plan, a strategy and a desired outcome. It was NOT for the purpose of tracking weapons and breaking up cartels. Its purpose was to advance the Gun Prohibitionist narrative that "crime guns in Mexico originate in American gun shops and there must be severe restrictions on the rights of American Citizens because Mexicans are behaving badly".
Remember, folks, the only reason Fast and Furious was exposed is because a Federal Agent was killed. If only mere mortals, be they Mexicano or Estado Unidiense, were being killed the narrative would continue to be, "Ninty percent of all guns traced at Mexican crime scenes are traced back to U.S. gun shops. We must have Reasonable Restritions. (How about I put some reasonable restrictions on your right to breath? Oh, and I will be the one to decide what is "reasonable". You like that idea, shit-head?)
Again, the only thing "botched" was the cover up. The only thing they regret is being exposed. But then, they'll never be held to account for it in this life time. They aren't well meaning but misguided. They are evil.
And this...
But then they got this...
( images found on google)
Their next response was, "Uh... it was a field operation! Rogue Agents... I didn't know!"
Thier last pathetic attempt at an excuse was, "Well, yeah, we did it... but we didn't do anything wrong and we won't do it again! Besides, Bush did it too! So there!
This comes from NY Daily News Dot Com.
It seems that the weapon used by the Rag Head to shoot up the Rag Head Ridiculing Contest was acquired from one of the batches which were smuggled during the DOJ's Fast and Furious gun smuggling operation.
The news media, all of them including the highly respected Fox News, keep calling this a "botched sting" or "an investigation gone out of control" or some other such nonsense. Fast and Furious was a smuggling operation. It was criminal facilitation. There was a plan, a strategy and a desired outcome. It was NOT for the purpose of tracking weapons and breaking up cartels. Its purpose was to advance the Gun Prohibitionist narrative that "crime guns in Mexico originate in American gun shops and there must be severe restrictions on the rights of American Citizens because Mexicans are behaving badly".
Remember, folks, the only reason Fast and Furious was exposed is because a Federal Agent was killed. If only mere mortals, be they Mexicano or Estado Unidiense, were being killed the narrative would continue to be, "Ninty percent of all guns traced at Mexican crime scenes are traced back to U.S. gun shops. We must have Reasonable Restritions. (How about I put some reasonable restrictions on your right to breath? Oh, and I will be the one to decide what is "reasonable". You like that idea, shit-head?)
Again, the only thing "botched" was the cover up. The only thing they regret is being exposed. But then, they'll never be held to account for it in this life time. They aren't well meaning but misguided. They are evil.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Other States Available - Line In The Sand - Molon Labe
Go to the Etsy store and order. Each is embroydered on the left breast of the shirt and will have the Molon Labe with the Spartan Helmet below it.
1911 Lovers - A New Embroydered T Shirt Design Available
Go to the Wife's Site at THIS LINK and see what is available.
It will look like the other shirts, embroydery on the left breast.
It will look like the other shirts, embroydery on the left breast.
Monday, July 20, 2015
This is My Line in The Sand T-Shirts for Sale
My wife makes these. The T-Shirts are 100% cotton. The emblem is embroydered on the left breast.
Montana and Texas are available right now. North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Alaska are all in the works. If there is enough demand, she'll design one for your state also.
Montana and Texas are available right now. North Carolina, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Alaska are all in the works. If there is enough demand, she'll design one for your state also.
(No, that is NOT my torso in the picture!)
To order, go here and tell her I sent you.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Grdena's Police Kill an Unarmed Man
Remember, they are proud of themselves. They think they did the right thing. Everyone in their chain of command was saying, "Don't worry, Bud. We got yer back..."
Go here to read the story.
Or go here to watch the Video.
They sleep well at night confident in the idea they cannot be wrong, or at least will never be held responsible. Yes there are sociopaths among us. Some of them choose to be policemen.
File this one under "Failure to Grovel".
Go here to read the story.
Or go here to watch the Video.
They sleep well at night confident in the idea they cannot be wrong, or at least will never be held responsible. Yes there are sociopaths among us. Some of them choose to be policemen.
File this one under "Failure to Grovel".
Words Fail me, Excpet... "Its California"
An entire neighborhood evacuated because firearms and ammunition were found in a deceased person's home?
From CBS L:cal Los Angeles:
Guns? Oh my goodness me!
The statement about the panicked discoverer (quote from the piece):
"Officials said it is the same home where a death investigation was conducted on Friday. The person died from natural causes. However, when going through the home, someone uncovered the firearms and called the police."
The action by heroic local authorities (again quoting from the CBSlocal piece):
"LAPD and a bomb squad were sent to the Pacific Palisades for most of the night, forcing dozens of residents to stay out of their homes for more than eight hours."
and,
"The neighborhood remained evacuated while the bomb squad secured the scene until authorities let people return to the neighborhood at 9 pm."
Will the Benevolent Heroes of the local bomb squad be able save the residents of Pacific Palisades from those icky thingies?
"Save us! Oh save us Mighty Mouse! I saw a firearm and it made me feel bad when I looked at it!"
From CBS L:cal Los Angeles:
Guns? Oh my goodness me!
The statement about the panicked discoverer (quote from the piece):
"Officials said it is the same home where a death investigation was conducted on Friday. The person died from natural causes. However, when going through the home, someone uncovered the firearms and called the police."
The action by heroic local authorities (again quoting from the CBSlocal piece):
"LAPD and a bomb squad were sent to the Pacific Palisades for most of the night, forcing dozens of residents to stay out of their homes for more than eight hours."
and,
"The neighborhood remained evacuated while the bomb squad secured the scene until authorities let people return to the neighborhood at 9 pm."
Will the Benevolent Heroes of the local bomb squad be able save the residents of Pacific Palisades from those icky thingies?
"Save us! Oh save us Mighty Mouse! I saw a firearm and it made me feel bad when I looked at it!"
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