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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.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

The Penman

I love stories that cast those rascals in more accurate, but less-favorable light than what my public indoctrination officials preached years ago.  Case in point, this from Tom Daniel and the Abbeville Institute:
That night, right there in that dark and cold cemetery, I launched into a fiery performance for the reasonable sensibility of state’s rights and the necessity of secession. I mean I brought that man up from the grave, walked him around, and pounced on each group that stopped by. Nearby, at another part of the cemetery, they were playing “Dixie” at the site of a mass grave for brave Texas volunteers who died in an Auburn hospital and never made it home, and it was the perfect surreal accompaniment for the temporary resurrection of The Penman of the Secession. I rapidly got pretty good at timing my remarks to the phrases of “Dixie.”
But by far, the best part of each performance came when I recited Samford’s original words of “government of the people, by the people, and for the people,” and concluded by telling each group that my words were stolen by that “skunk Abraham Lincoln.” The shocked gasps that erupted from each group was well worth it.
Where are today's fire-eaters and penmen of Secession, I wonder?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Dust Radio

A Film About Chris Whitley


Sunday, July 13, 2014

Bracken Wants You

...To put the Enemies trilogy in front of "libs".  He says that he wants his books to be noticed by the other side, rather than just those of us in the choir.  So, please alert everyone you know:
 
 
Matt's prophetic fiction warned Americans about those dangers that were just ahead, and has proven, unfortunately, to be terrifyingly accurate.  If you asked him, he'd say that it's not rocket-science, that all he's done is applied the exact same historical trends to our current political and cultural climate.  He's an avid student of history, and he just plainly knows what to expect from "D", when A, B, and C all line themselves up.
 
I've read each of these twice, now, and I can't think of any work that I'd more enthusiastically recommend to any person who looks at our world and sees chaos or dysfunction.
 
Or, how about this: Let's say you don't have a Kindle or other E-reader, but you'd like to know why I keep praising Bracken and his work.  For the first five persons commenting below who haven't read EFAD, I'll arrange to deliver you an autographed paperback copy.  100% free to you.
 
That goes for those of you who consider yourselves "lib", or otherwise.  Matter of fact, if you're Charles Krauthammer, Andrew Klavan, or anyone at Faux News who tend to be shocked(!) at the news you're reporting on or analyzing, or you believe there'll be a favorable natural correction looming just down the road, or you believe there's a snowball's chance of our voting our way out of this mess, I will buy you the first book.
 
Starting tomorrow, free on Kindle.  Starting today, free on the Livermush Guy.  Go.
 

Friday, July 11, 2014

Abe's Legacy Wasn't Freedom, But Slavery

And, it was the Southern man's freedom they sought to abolish, not the institution of chattel slavery.  For the South, there was no choice but secession.  They were already being treated as 2nd class citizens and effectively had no voice in the growing central government.

Brock does a great service for North Carolinians interested in the real history of our state and the real history of the War for Southern Independence, by frequently posting excerpts from "The Official Website of the North Carolina WBTS Sesquicentennial".
 
An excerpt from a recent excerpt, highlights the contrast between an honorable President Jefferson Davis, and the scoundrel "Honest" Abe Lincoln...
 
By this cunning device and the unscrupulous employment of deception and falsehood in his interviews with the commissioners, Mr. Seward accomplished the double purpose of successful imposition upon the credulity of the commissioners and evasion of official recognition of the Confederate embassy. 
In the meantime . . . the Lincoln administration was secretly preparing hostile measures, and, as was clearly demonstrated by subsequent revelations, had never seriously entertained any of the propositions submitted by the Confederate Government. Resolved not to evacuate Fort Sumter, the Federal Government, while amusing the Confederate commissioners with cunning dalliance, had for weeks been meditating the feasibility of reinforcing it.
 
Mr. Anonymous, hope you're still following along.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

We Can Has Mellow?

No.  You cannot have mellow.  Because Mike sees it as his job to harsh it.
 
 
And harsh it he does.  A clip:
 
Insofar as he’s the first American president since Wilson who swore an oath to protect and defend a document he despised and had every intention of tearing to pieces from the git-go, Obama is damned near unique. I don’t think even Clinton bore as much hostility to the Constitution as this fraudulent Constitutional “scholar” does–not even close, really. I guess what we have to hope for now is that, in his historical distinction as a truly insidious Oval Office radical, he’s more of an anomaly than a portent. I regret to admit that I’m not Pollyanna enough to place any bets on that one; I’m gonna have to leave that department to Klavan and Krauthammer, and keep my money on rebellion and resistance instead.

 
I don't know how we'll ever convince our friends and neighbors how serious and perilous things really are, if folks like Klavan and Krauthammer, and others who are actually looking at the world through educated scrutinizing eyeballs, fail to acknowledge the sinister for what it is.
 
I'm glad Mike can, and does, though.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Comedy & Tragedy

I'd prefer to focus on the light-hearted and fun.  So, this post started as an effort to entertain.  A little moonbat mockery for your Sunday morning...
 
 
 
A sample:
They're depressed. Defeated. And dying on account of being deprived. 
Newspapers from the day, back in July through November 2014, report sightings of bereft young women howling in the streets, desperate for some way to ameliorate their Supreme Court-mandated deprivation in that 0.25% of national companies whose provenance is religious Christian, such as that dastardly and uncompromising Hobby Lobby, which began the mysterious pestilence that felled so many millions of entertaining, enterprising, highly educated women of child-bearing and unbearable age.
"Woe is us!" mewled a toned customer coming out of Lululemon with stretchy pale pastel yoga workout clothing. "I am terrified I might suddenly find myself pregnant! Where can I go? My company offered only 16 varieties of birth control, not the four I particularly need for my blood type and afflicted mental status."

Pretty entertaining, if that's what you'd like for a Sunday.  Check it out.

But, my disposition keeps getting a gravitational pull more toward the tragic...From Kenny the Knuckle-Dragger, posted in its entirety, as requested at WRSA:

My Fourth of July Post - by Wirecutter
 
The Fourth has always been a special day for me. Anybody that knows me knows I’m not big on holidays. Christmas and Thanksgiving are a pain as far as preparations go and having to deal with family that doesn’t want anything to do with me the rest of the year, Easter – I’m surprised they still celebrate Easter seeing as it’s offensive to muslims and liberals, Veteran’s and Memorial day always rubbed me wrong because those are days for memories that should be thought of everyday, Labor Day is just an excuse for a barbecue, but the Fourth to me was always special because of the anniversary it represents.
 
Not anymore. The Fourth is nothing but a reminder of what a mess our Nation has become. Our Founding Fathers and the Citizens of that period sacrificed everything to ensure Freedom for their descendants and immigrants coming here to seek a better life for themselves and their families. There were provisions in the Constitution to prevent the new government from becoming what they were trying to get out from under. The Bill of Rights came later naming our basic human rights so that future generations wouldn’t pervert the Yellowed Paper in order to grant them powers that weren’t theirs to begin with.
 
Now I get up in the morning and read what the government wants me to read. If the press isn’t in lockstep with the president then they aren’t allowed in his press corp. If you file for something under the Freedom of Information Act, you see only what the government wants you to see, everything else is blacked out.
 
(Read it all, please.)

Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy Independence Videos

New videos from Bracken and Whittle.  How fireworks-worthy is that?



I'm going to have me a couple of those toys.

I never knew that Washington had lost his eyesight, but if he were alive today, I bet he'd gouge his own eyes out at the sight of what his country (and his pains to make it) had become.