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"?"

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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.

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