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Friday, October 31, 2014

To Copsucker Shepherd Smith

During last night's interruption in Bret Baier's Special Report, I heard you breathlessly reading the news that Eric Frein had been captured, emoting how "good" that news was and parroting the PSP's claim (spurious as it likely is) that he'd planned mass killings.

While you're pulling on your Junior Pennsylvania State Police jumpsuit (the one with the padded knees and zipper in the back), watch this video and read about some of the dead trooper's fellow thugs.  Not saying that dead trooper had it coming, but when the LEO "community" in PA and its abetting-after-the-fact court system is this monstrous, including trooper intimidation of nurse and jurors, one can hardly imagine any recourse but to repay such thuggery in kind.

This video is by a former PA police officer.



H/T Bracken via twitter.

And the worst manifestation of the police state is its complicit state media.  That's you, Shep.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Thwack!

That's the sound that James O'Keefe's 2x4 makes hitting Kay Hagan's, Irwin Carmichael's, Carla Cunningham's, Yolanda Trotman's, and other campaign officials (who urge non-citizens to vote in the upcoming elections) right smack in their felonious mouths.

Let's say that I'm not too enamored with the "R" gang party.  But which gang of miscreants stands most likely to benefit from Class I felonious voter fraud?  Nota Bene how none of these campaign officials so much as flinch at hearing, "I'm illegal, and want to vote."

Curious: if the campaign official (at 4:15) working for "Republican" Chris Hailey, is also lauding the character of Kay Hagan, how much does that say for/against Hailey?



With a record of nothing besides being an Obama sycophant, what else might explain a Hagan victory than widespread fraud?

Thanks again, James and Project Veritas.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

From Col. Allen West

Via Twitter...


Gee, Kay Hagan, Thanks

As one who has withdrawn his consent to BE governed by you clowns, I won't be helping to legitimize your system next Tuesday.  But, that doesn't mean I don't recognize better policies when I hear them, and hope for small victories along the way.
 
Your recent ad criticizes Thom Tillis for favoring self-defense over violent gang thugs and their thuggery.  Who knew you sided with the thugs?!
 
I think you're about as loathsome a creature as Tolkien's Gollum, but I didn't really have anything to specifically like about Thom Tillis until hearing your ad, except for his not being you.  Until now, that is...thanks!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammo

If you choose to put your faith and trust in an institution made up, almost entirely, of politicians, lawyers, and bureaucrats, then you're dumb.  And that's disappointing.

If, on the other hand, you choose to shun (or worse, ostracize) me for standing opposed to all the king's men, then you're not just dumb, but wicked.  And that's infuriating.

Just to bring you up to speed, this guy, appointed "Ebola Czar" was quoted as having said, “I think the top leadership challenge issue in our world today is how to deal with the continuing, growing population in the world..."  There's video of this very statement at the link.
 
(photo pilfered from WRSA)
 
Not just a challenge, but the challenge.  If population control was not their perceived benefit, they'd certainly behave much differently than they are.  The regime's choice of Klipboard Klain is a feature of their intentions, not a bug.  And their intentions are wicked, beyond your worst imagining...beyond your imagination, that is, unless you're as wicked as they are.  And, absent your embrace, I can hardly help but recognize that as the ever-more-likely possibility.
 
Per Bracken's advice, I'm reading Camus' The Plague.  3/5 of the way through, the overriding sentiment is widespread anguish over the isolation and loneliness amongst those quarantined in Oran.  I don't like my own loneliness and exile any more than they did theirs, but you folks, "family" and "friends", have helped condition me for that over these last several years.  A hardened heart; thanks for that, at least.
 
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The recent dearth of bloggage, here at the ST&L, has mostly been due to the fact that I can't read and process all the info I'm after fast enough to sate my own appetite, much less chew it thoroughly and regurgitate it for anyone else concerned.  And the predictable trend is for that to continue.
 
If you came here looking for insight, get ye otherwise to WRSA and Aesop.  If there's a headquarters for the freedom movement, CA's place is it.  And if there's a more astute, prolifically-ongoing breakdown of all things Obola-related, than the Raconteur Report (of special worth: this), then I wanna know about it.
 
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Sam at Guerrillamerica recently advised color-coding the results of the recon you've made vis-à-vis your AO.  I think that's a fine idea, and one more thing that needs doing, right in the Livermush Redoubt.  There are houses that easily get assigned red stickers, but blue ones are in dreadfully short supply.  Please, please, please raise your hand if you think you qualify.
 
Time is of the essence.
 
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  1. There is no certainty that Ebola cannot be spread through the air.
  2. Persons have presented, and will do so again, without fever.  That is, they're sick and otherwise symptomatic, but don't have a high (passed the 101.5? threshold) fever.
  3. The 21-day contagiousness/incubation window is not an absolute.
 
Last, I fear that those 4,000 soldiers being sent to the worst areas of the epidemic are not a genuine humanitarian mission.  That their 4-hours of "training" and zero effective PPE indicate something, instead, absolutely sinister.  This administration fully expects them to contract Ebola, and then come home for treatment.  Then, it's game on and game over.
 
I hope I'm wrong, but I doubt it.

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Setting the Stage

And, I might add, the stooge.

Is it just me, or does anyone else out there get a sense that the recent spate of Secret Service "blunders" allowing armed or otherwise threatening persons near to the pResident is a bit too theatric?

If you subscribe to Ann Barnhardt's characterization of Ogabe as nothing but an expendable faggot, how much of a stretch is it to imagine that his handlers are grooming him for Commie martyrdom?

Stooge candidates are probably sitting on a casting couch this very minute: white, southern, Christian, ex-military, home-schooled, with long-term food stores and a pickup truck.  Probably all bought AR15's from Eric Holder, too.
 
UPDATE...This just in: Secret Service chief falls on sword.  Theatrical.  Very.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Going to Brock's

Gonna camp this trip, and spend more time hanging out.  Introduce yourselves to the guy with a bonefish fly in his hat-band.  Maybe I'll return the favor and introduce you to some livermush.
 
Can't hardly wait...
 
 
III.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

I Only Wish We'd Won

I hate this yankee nation, too.

From Bill Buppert in his comments at ZG:


 
I don't think it's Rev-War One, we'll be fighting again, so much as this one I prefer to call Rev-War II.  And, I just hope we're hard enough to win this time.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Castigo Cay: Free Kindle Download

Along with Bracken's Anthology, free to download through tomorrow night...See Resister In The Rockies for more.
 
 

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Neither Dog

One of my favorite people asked me the other day what I thought of that situation in Ferguson.  I told her that while it's indisputable that one guy is dead, there's some gray area as to whether he had it coming.  "For me, though," I said, "there are two gangs out there that I do not care for.  If Ferguson was a ball-game, I wouldn't cheer for either of them."  And I said that what's happening there, now, will likely be spreading everywhere before long, because both gangs want things that are not theirs to take.

There are no good guys in Ferguson. The liberty movement doesn’t have to side with anyone in order to maintain the position that criminals should be prosecuted and the police shouldn’t be militarized. It’s possible to walk and chew gum at the same time. Aligning with the criminals is a bad move not only from the perspective of optics, but also from the perspective of morals. I am not a criminal, and I have no sympathy for criminals.
There probably are good people in Ferguson.  Neither gang is likely to be of much use to you, if that's where you live and/or work.  Hunker down and defend yourself and your property, or get out.  Videotape everything.
 
That favorite person of mine also said, "Well, I guess we couldn't do without the Law (enforcement)."  I paused to let that simmer, and then told her that I'm becoming less and less convinced that absence of lawmen means absence of law.  I reinforced that point by asking her if she knew anyone (from her 80+ years on this earth) who would be a criminal if there was no opposing threat of getting caught.  Then, I said that even when there are such folks, there are at least as many folks like me who'd gladly eliminate them.
 
This is what's coming.  It's Rightful Liberty meets Individual Sovereignty.  Leave me and mine alone, or pay a dear price.  Matters not a whit which gang's colors you wear.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Neighbor Vern and the State

I'm going to tell y'all a true story.  It involves my neighbor, and we're going to call him "Vern".

Last week, in our neighborhood, a crew of some guys ostensibly doing some contract work for the state, showed up with a fleet of 3 or 4 tractors equipped with side-arm mowing attachments, like big bush-hogs on sideways-reaching backhoe booms.  These contraptions are safe for their operators, because they can drive along on the pavement and reach well afield to trim back banks and brush.  They are not safe, however, for people and property (as we shall see) beyond the business end of the bush-hog.

The safety factor deteriorates markedly when the operators run the bush-hogs in a vertical position, not to mow over the ground, but to mow back the limbs of trees from the road's "right-of-way."  I put "right-of-way" in quotation marks to illustrate scorn for how much "way" the State consistently expresses ownership rights thereof.  Anyways...in addition to the 3 or so tractors, the contractor had a crew-cab truck and a couple fellows acting as flagmen.

Vern could hear the activity slowly progressing down the road, I am sure: Rrrrr-urrr-rrrrr-urrr-GGGRRRINDDCHHHH!...Rrrr-urrr-rrrararr-urrrh-GGGGRRRRIND-GGGGRRUNCHHHH-CHUH-CHUH!...like a chain-saw some of the time, and a massive wood-chipper the rest of the time.  I didn't see Vern during most of this, and I suspect he was working inside his place.  At least, he wasn't immediately in the yard.  I was half-studying the work and its progress and half-studying some weeds in my garden, when the lead tractor pulled what we'll call "the exploding tree trick."  I watched that tree literally blow apart, sending chunks of limb and trunk 75' into the sky.  And, it was close enough to Vern's house, that many of those chunks (20 or more, perhaps...most of them about the size of an empty paper towel roll) found their way onto the top of one of Vern's outbuildings and into his front yard.  I have every reason to believe that Vern saw it, too.  He was outside in a matter of seconds and picked up a chunk the size of a Louisville Slugger from within 20' of his front porch.

I remember thinking immediately that if that slung chunk hit a fellow in the head, it might knock him out cold.  I bet Vern swinging that chunk upside a moron's head might effect the same result, and that possibility became readily apparent.  Vern strode deliberately around his outbuilding and into the road, shaking the stick at Mr. Tractor Guy.  Tractor Guy set his parking brake and stepped out of the cab, and it looked for just a second like he was thinking about coming on down the ladder.  But he didn't.  I heard the entire exchange.

Vern yelled at Tractor guy that he'd slung his debris all over the buildings and yard, and that if there'd been a child or small animal in the area, one of them could've gotten dead by the flying shrapnel.  And Vern shook the bat-sized stick of wood at Tractor Guy for emphasis, as he spoke.  Tractor Guy said, rather smarmily, that he didn't mean to, and that he was sorry.  But, Vern said "Sorry doesn't work here.  You're either doing something the right way, or the wrong way, and sorry doesn't fix or excuse the wrong way.  Don't do it again!"  And Vern turned away from the tractor and threw the stick in the ditch...about as hard as he could throw, but away from the tractor and Tractor Guy.  Again, I suppose, just for emphasis.

He pointed his finger at Tractor Guy and said "Be careful."  Tractor Guy didn't hear him (or pretended to not hear).  And Vern stepped closer again and shouted, "Be! Careful!"  And, he walked away with steam coming out his ears.  Nobody in his right mind would think about being anything but "careful" after that advice from Vern, especially given his rather imposing presence with or without a stick.

A few minutes later, with Vern gone back inside, the entire crew of tractors seemed to decide that that particular area of brush cutting was close enough for government work, I suppose, and rambled on down the road, around the bend and out of sight.

That certainly could have been the end of it, and should've been in my opinion.  Au contraire, mon frère...

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Titty Tats & Truth

Good stuff from Josie Outlaw...

 
 
 
Hope the ink is the temporary/wash-off variety.  But that's just me.
 
Also referencing the Milgram experiments, this from Resources for Independent Thinking via WRSA: Not Everyone Obeys.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Jason Lewis Quits On Air?

H/T to NC Renegade-

 
I love it.
 
I've always liked Jason, even though I've disagreed with him a couple of times.  In a world of media folks (on our side) who fail to live up to their rhetoric, Jason proves willing to cast off his "brand" to the moochers in favor of his independence.  Let the parasites have it.  See how long they survive with the blood-flow cut off.  Good for him.
 
Go to the Jason Lewis Show website, and you'll be directed to Galt.IO, where you can join him.  There, you can also watch a 15min video about his decision to quit and about Galt.IO, which I won't embed immediately because I think he'd prefer you watch it there.  You don't have to join to watch the video.  Worth your 15 minutes and then some.
 
See you in the Gulch.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Crashed & Sinking: The Ship You're On

Or perhaps, the Oliphaunt...
 
The goal of the administration is for the local and state governments to demand federal dollars, but with federal dollars comes federal control. The ultimate aim of Obamacare wasn’t to work or function, it was to fail, thus driving America to a single-payer system. Unless one understand everything this administration does within the framework of Cloward-Piven, you cannot understand them at all.
And it's not just the "costs cascading down to the local level", as Herschel says, but also the very strategy.  The collectivists in your neighborhood and mine actively and passionately embrace the destruction of the traditional American way of life.
 
I know how bad it can be, because I am Whittaker Chambers, and I can't swing a dead cat without hitting an Alger Hiss.
 
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And there's this from Ol' Remus and the Woodpile Report:
 
"You Can't Know Which Exit is the Last Exit"

Great line for those of you who think everything's probably going to be just fine.
The market isn't the economy, true enough, but a couple dozen trillion dollars isn't exactly budget-dust. The citizenry would see a yawning crater where their 401ks and IRAs used to be. They'd notice when their checking account is gone but their debt isn't, and when the ATM doesn't recognize their account number, or when their bank is an empty storefront and their car loan has been sold to Vinnie, or when their insurance company doesn't answer the phone. As always, people don't go nuclear until reality invites itself into their living room and defecates on the carpet. That's when things get interesting—when people notice, when they have to face what was formerly unthinkable and their only fallback is what good people they are. 
Those who drove the financial bus off a cliff know the controls still work fine—the brakes and accelerator and steering wheel, all of 'em, but when the rubber isn't on the road the effect just ain't the same. But all that "driving" stuff keeps the passengers from panicking. We've seen the grandest larceny in all history. Now, after we've been cleaned out, we know the wacko conspiracy guys were right. In fact we're worse than cleaned out, the place has been turned into a debtor's prison from sea to shining sea.
What might happen, if we get a stroke of luck and God sees fit to Bless us in this coming excitement?  We'll ride Leviathan's downward crash like Legolas on one of those battle-elephants, ripping arrow after arrow from our quivers and darting them into the eyeballs of every last Orc in sight...
 
"93, 94, ..."
 

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

A Little Perspective

Show of hands, how many folks on hearing about about the "VA scandal" immediately concluded: we need to throw a bunch of money at this?
 
Personally, I figured the VA was just an exponentially enlarged version of your everyday DMV, such that if there's not an official action box in which to file such-and-such document (of which there are a thousand varieties), the document gets filed in a does-not-compute box.  Dead end for you, and your tag/title application, and your ruptured spleen, you miserable plebe.
 
By my thinking, a single dime that goes anywhere near the VA bureaucracy is pissed away.  On the other hand, I might be persuaded to accept that there's a shortage of actual professionals.  But that said, 17 Billion Dollars could get you 17,000 doctors and nurses and radiation techs and anesthetists at 1 million apiece.
 
Reminds me of, what?...
 

Friday, July 25, 2014

Then Sings My Soul (NSFW)

I don't know why I'd never seen this before, but mighty glad I stumbled on it yesterday.  My eyeballs were like a golf-course sprinkler system, each of six times that I watched it.

I showed it to Princess Nagsalot and dared her to watch it without weeping.  She tried and failed.  Miserably.

Elvis' version was great.  As was Johnny Cash's.  This was better.

Awesomer even than the Statler Brothers.  Yeah, I just made up that word.

If there's an officially licensed version of this video, I'm sorry that I didn't link it directly.  This is probably just the one with the most hits (24+million).  Apparently from a CBS production called Girl's Night Out.

To, I suppose, the one person out there who hadn't (like me and the Princess) already seen it...Not. Safe. For. Work.  Not safe, that is, if you overvalue your esteem.  Expand the video full screen, and crank up the volume.  I dare you.




"The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea." -Isak Dinesen

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

New Firewall 14-0723

The Case For Israel
 

 
I stand with Israel, and hope they pulverize their enemies.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Welcome to Whomville, Peon

From Kevin D. Williamson, National Review Online
The foundation of classical liberalism, and of the American order, is not the rule of law, a written constitution, freedom of speech and worship, one-man/one-vote democracy, or the Christian moral tradition — necessary as those things are. The irreplaceable basis for a prosperous, decent, liberal, stable society is property. Forget Thomas Jefferson’s epicurean flourish — John Locke and the First Continental Congress had it right on the first go-round: “Life, liberty, and property.” Despite the presence of the serial commas in that formulation, these are not really three different things: Perhaps we should render the concept “lifelibertyproperty” the way the physicists write about “spacetime.”
If you'd like, dear friends, a brief essay this Sunday morning that clearly defines the anguish many of us feel over our government, then spend 10 minutes reading and 20 minutes contemplating this from Mr. Williamson.

I'm going to leave early for church...see if I can get a seat on the back row.