Saturday, January 30, 2016

SJWism Has Arrived at Road and Track

SJW Entryism has arrived at Road and Track magazine. Usually that means there has been change of ownership when things suddenly get this blatant. I know they picked up a few people from Jalopnik recently. Doubtless in a tragically futile attempt to drive up the clicks.

I did a quick check of Jack Baruth. Mid-40s. Beard and long hair. Former BMXer who turned writer when he got too old for that. Articles are pretty typical for Road and Track. Except for one leading indicator titled, How Climate Change Will Affect the Way We Buy Sports Cars.

Anyway Jack is convinced that various road ragers are mistaking him for a woman and when he gets in the dudebro’s faces they immediately back off in the face of an immanent beat down from a Social Justice Warrior. How do I know he’s an SJW? He has a protected Twitter account. SJWs always guard their twitter accounts.

I’m going to make a huge assumption here and assume he’s mostly telling the truth about these completely unverifiable stories.

The fifty-something man in the aging Lexus SUV was red-faced from screaming as he pulled up next to my motorcycle and lowered his passenger window. I caught fragments of every nasty word I'd ever heard my Catholic-school classmates whisper to each other during recess. Then he slowed the torrent of abuse long enough to enunciate the next sentence clearly: "Bitch, I am going to get out of this car and beat you until you can't stand up."

We never get to find out this man’s race. I wonder why that is?

"Alright," I said, removing my flower-covered Arai "Oriental" helmet with its mirrored visor and shaking out my hair, "let's get this started. I have to be at work in ten minutes." His mouth froze, and he floored the accelerator, nearly striking a pedestrian as he squealed around the corner. Apparently the guy thought I was a woman. I'd like to tell you that I was surprised, but I wasn't—because this, or something like this, has happened to me nearly a dozen times in the past few years. Allow me to to explain.

No one assumes that it’s a woman riding a bike. Most likely the man was going on the not unreasonable assumption that you were gay, Jack. Any indication that you weren’t probably did come as shock to him.

Around my 33rd birthday and after reading Robert Bly's outstanding book, Iron John, for the third or fourth time, I decided to end my decades-long habit, acquired in my teenage years as a BMX racer, of using a quarter-inch clipper on my hair once a month. For a while I kept it above my collar, but in 2012, when I got a job where they didn't expect me to "look corporate," I let it grow without restraint. It's now down past my shoulders in true Allman Brothers, or at least Foo Fighters, fashion.

Oh fuck me! Robert Bly! Okay that explains a lot about this guy.

For those blessed few amongst you who don’t know who Bly is. Robert Bly is the spiritual grandfather of the MGTOWs. In the 1990 when the problems of modern manhood were finally so obvious that no one except the insane McDworkinites could deny them any longer. Robert Bly published Iron John.

I’ll give Bly credit, he got a lot of it right. He was getting close to the Red Pill but at the last second, he force fed himself the Blue. Ultimately Iron John is an abject failure because of Bly’s inability to accept the root cause of the problem. Feminism. The identity of being a spiritual lefty trumps everything with Bly MGTOWs. They are male feminist
activists.  Hilariously tragic I know.

Strictly speaking, this shouldn't be enough to let anybody mistake me for a woman. I'm six-foot-two, 240 pounds, and have a full beard. Even if you walk up behind me, I'm pretty broad-shouldered, and I stand up straight, which is something `none of the taller women I've ever dated can bring themselves to do. But there are two things that apparently confuse people. First is my motorcycle helmet. It has flowers and koi fish and the "Great Wave" graphic on it. I think it's neat, and so does my YZF-riding girlfriend, who wears a plain silver Arai herself. The second thing is that I have a couple of cars—an Accord coupe and a Boxster S—that tend to be preferred by women.

And men who...wave

As a consequence, over the past few years, I've been involved in several incidents where male drivers decided to threaten me or shout abuse at me right up to the moment that they realized that they were dealing with someone who, from the front, resembles the Geico caveman more than any lady on this planet.

The usual scenario goes something like this: I do something to upset another driver, like squeezing in front of them on the freeway (in my car) or lane-splitting past them in traffic (on my motorcycle). They can only see the back of my head, so they assume that some woman has gotten the better of them somehow. This leads to them breaking the laws of traffic, sanity, and sometimes even physics to get up next to me, blaring their horn and shouting. I then either look over at them (in my car) or remove my helmet (on my bike). At that point, they immediately stop what they were doing and either drive off or commence to looking straight ahead like nothing's happened.

Dude the same thing happens to me. And I shave my head. You. Are. Not. A. Special. Little. Snowflake. At fortyfive you should know that.

Two days ago, I performed an otherwise ordinary "zipper" merge onto a crowded freeway in front of a Prius C that was trying to stay directly behind the car in front of him in his lane. I might have forced the issue a bit, but I was making a legal move, no doubt about it. He started flashing his lights and honking. Then he swerved onto the shoulder and pulled up next to me, waving his fist. I looked at him. He hit his brakes and came to a halt on the shoulder before pulling back into the lane twenty cars or so back.

You scared a guy in a Prius? Wow! Really? No shit man? A Prius driver? Those are some bad muthafuckers! I’d have been super terrified!!!

It took me a while to figure out what was going on. I'm not a particularly scary-looking dude, and aside from a bit of martial-arts sparring across various disciplines in years gone by, I'm not anything close to a brawler or a would-be tough guy. In fact, my decision to grow my hair out was a direct consequence of a decision I made to try being a friendlier and less confrontational person in my late 30s and early 40s. That, and I wanted to make my friends who were going bald just a bit jealous.

The “bit of martial arts” thing is also pretty standard for a Bly follower.  As a group they know they are lacking in traditional masculine strengths, so the first thing they do is give themselves a manhood ceremony.  Usually involving some kind of dumbass drum circle in the woods.  Then they impose some manner of martial discipline upon themselves.   

Guys in their mid forties remember Kung Fu as being a much better show then it actually was. The spiritually romantic hero, Kwai Chang Caine has an eternal appeal for these types. The righteous wanderer who goes to and fro upon the Earth and walking up and down upon it, battling evil and wrongthink with his feet. He also invariably plays acoustic guitar...badly.

This archetype has no appeal with Millennials at all.  Any of them who watch the show find the fight scenes unbelievably slow and boring because they are. 

"He (David Carradine) eventually learned how to perform martial arts, but never managed to make it look like they'd hurt. The only thing slower than a David Carradine karate chop was the editing process for one of his fight scenes. If you didn't use eight camera cuts and a perfectly wigged stuntman for every attack, his battles looked like Tom Petty politely trading business cards with someone. It took David Carradine longer than a minute to throw a kick and, in what would be his undoing, longer than one masturbation session to get his neck out of a belt. It got to the point where the editors of Kung Fu seemed to be using the slow motion effect just to make fun of him"

So it doesn't make any sense that people would want to fight me until they see my face. It isn't like I'm Danny Trejo. I'm told I have very friendly blue eyes and dimples. It was my six-year-old son, of all people, who clued me into the problem. "Dad, not to make fun of you," he said, clearly intending to make fun of me, "but you look like a girl. A really big girl...

What every man wants to hear to from his son.
(Edited for lack of interest. It's just more tales of him facing down men of no ethnic persuasion whatsoever.)

Although I note at this point that not one of these stories ends with him throwing down on the Dudebros-of-no-ethnic-persuasion-whatsoever or the guys in Prius'. He just menaces them and they always back down.

When I tell these stories to my friends and fellow motorcyclists, they always say, "Dude, just go get a helmet that isn't so, you know, girly." But I like my helmet, regardless of what other people think. And I also like my long hair, and my Honda coupe. I'm not going to change any of these things just to avoid the occasional run-in with some misogynistic douchebag. In fact, I'd like to think that every one of these incidents offers the other person involved a chance to change their behavior in the future, and to treat female motorists with respect and consideration. 

Ah, we see the magic M(isogynistic) word. Bly followers are the original White Knights.

They have won the war dumbass. Just because they are promising to castrate you last doesn’t mean you won’t be singing soprano in the choir.

A few weeks ago, I was an auto auction and I saw a Yamaha R1 on the block that had been painted bright pink. I sent a photo to my girlfriend, and she laughed in response (her YZR is blue and silver), but I considered buying it for myself. Why not? If I rode it around for a few years, I'm sure I'd have countless opportunities to surprise cowards who think it's OK to harass female drivers just because they're women. Pathetic.

Jack you are in your mid-forties. I realize that playing surprise bully is awfully fun for guys like you. However, you aren’t as good as once were and no amount of “I’d better warn you I have training,” will help once you finally run into the guy that isn’t frightened of you just because you are big.

In short Entryim at Road and Track has been achieved.  Expect much more lecturing like this in the future.  Road and Track will shortly enter the SJW left leaning death spiral after that.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Trump and His Fox Debate Gambit

Trump is skipping tonight's Fox debate.  Ostensibly because he wanted to bump Megyn Kelly as a moderator.  There is some history there but I rather doubt that that is the real reason he's skipping the debate.

So why is he doing it?


In the short term he looks like he is afraid of girl reporter.

Behold the face of Trump-Evil

His opponents get to take free shots at him all night during the debate.

Ted Cruz will have a chance to shine, unmolested by Trump.  Possibly giving him a desperately needed point or two in Iowa.


Trump really doesn't do all that well at debates.  It's not his medium.  It hasn't cost him anything but it hasn't gained him anything in any serious way.

He CAN in fact respond to the shots that are taken at him live on Twitter.  This is the first election that Twitter has made any kind of serious impact on.  And Trump does do well on that medium.  He can assess how well that works for him.

He also gets to assess how big his impact on Fox's ratings is.  So does every other network come to that.  IF the dip is big enough he has made it clear to the news bots that they need him more than he needs them.  And they will need to be more accommodating to his wishes.

Summary:  Trump has nothing to lose by not showing up for debate.  He is the front runner at the moment.  If he stumbled at the debate, he would not have time to recover, so he probably welcomed an excuse to not show up without looking like he was afraid of Ted Cruz.  He gets to gather some valuable intel and not endanger his lead in Iowa.  He might get to establish a more dominate  relationship with the newsbots.

Basically skipping the debate is a very low risk maneuver for him with some potential rewards on the other side of it.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Gutmensch: Another German Word We Need

 Gutmensch  is one of those German words that we need an a direct English analog for.  Like Backpfeifengesicht (A face in need of a fist)

Oh Fuck yes!
Backpfeifengesicht!  Backpfeifengesicht!!

A jury of linguists, journalists and authors in Darmstadt have selected a term each year since 1991 which is omniscient in the press and often ungainly or unwelcome.

"Gutmensch" was selected because, in connection with the current refugee crisis in Germany, it defames "tolerance and helpfulness as naïve, dumb and worldly innocent, as having a helper syndrome or as moral imperialism," the jury president, linguist Nina Janich, told the press.

The jury chose from 1,644 submissions - significantly more than in 2014 (1,246) and 2013 (1,340). "Hausaufgaben" (homework) in the context of the Greek finance crisis, and "verschwulung" (roughly, to make gay) were among the 2015 entries.

Actually they have another one we really need as well.

Last year's non-word of the year was "Lügenpresse," or "liar press." The expression was popular at the time among supporters of the German anti-Islamization movement "Patriotic Europeans against the Islamization of the West," or PEGIDA. PEGIDA used the term in its weekly rallies that started in October 2014, asserting that the mainstream media were liars and biased in their reporting about PEGIDA and issues that concern the movement.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Hillary's Email Server Exposed Our Agents

At least one of the emails on Hillary Clinton’s private server contained extremely sensitive information identified by an intelligence agency as “HCS-O,” which is the code used for reporting on human intelligence sources in ongoing operations, according to two sources not authorized to speak on the record.

Both sources are familiar with the intelligence community inspector general’s January 14 letter to Congress, advising the Oversight committees that intelligence beyond Top Secret — known as Special Access Program (SAP) — was identified in the Clinton emails, as well the supporting documents from the affected agencies that owned the information and have final say on classification.

According to a December 2013 policy document released by the Office of the Director of National Intelligence: “The HSC-0 compartment (Operations) is used to protect exceptionally fragile and unique IC (intelligence community) clandestine HUMINT operations and methods that are not intended for dissemination outside of the originating agency.”

It is not publicly known whether the information contained in the Clinton emails also revealed who the human source was, their nationality or affiliation.

The odds that foreign intelligence services didn't know about Granny Canckles homebrew server are about zero.  Admittedly it must of been Christmas in July at Moscow and Beijing when they saw her email address and instantly figured out what she had done.

Your average pornsite undoubtedly has less malware attached to it than Hillary's server did. 

Friday, January 22, 2016

Goldberg's Piece Is Really Intriguing...For What It Doesn't Say

This is from Jonah Goldberg's defense of National Review's Anti-Trump Issue.

The idea that National Review should be lumped in with that establishment is the kind of insight one can only discover after successfully inserting your entire cranium past your sphincter. The K-Street/consultant-class Republican establishment is conservative, but their conservatism is secondary to their need to make deals, maintain access and, to be fair, win elections.

That last bit is important. The Republican party is in the election-winning business first and foremost. And that’s largely as it should be. That’s partly why former National Review publisher, the late, great Bill Rusher always used to tell the new hires at NR to be on guard: “Politicians will always disappoint you.”

The reason politicians will disappoint principled conservatives — and, for that matter, principled liberals and libertarians — is that there is always an inherent tradeoff between the purity of principle and the necessities of electoral politics and the limitations of what can be done via government action. National Review has always recognized this tension, which is immortalized in the rule of thumb that we should support “the most conservative candidate electable.”

Every conservative is supposed to believe that incentives matter. The incentives for the K-street/consultant establishment is keep their influence and their access. The incentives for the ink-and-pixel-stained wretches who run NR are different. I’m open to the complaint that our self-interest has driven us to become too invested in an ideology that too few voters subscribe to. But if that’s the case, the remedy isn’t to abandon all principle and just join the mob. I’d rather go down with my ship, thank you very much.

It doesn't actually say why they ran that issue.  Except that I think it does.

Here's the big picture.  Over the last few days a number of GOP zombies have been dragged out of their vats of formaldehyde, to announce that while they can't stand either one of them,  if they had to choose between Trump and Cruz it would be Trump.  They can deal with Trump being the candidate. They can push the "accept" button on Trump.

Orin Hatch, Bob (yes, I'm still alive) Dole, Trent (for fuck's sake) Lott, were the one's saying this.

The view is that Trump is the guy you can make deals with.  

Trump rushed to reassure an angry conservative base:   "You know what? There's a point at which: Let's get to be a little establishment," Trump told about 1,500 people at a rally at the Las Vegas South Point Resort and Casino. "We've got to get things done folks, OK? Believe me, don't worry. We're going to make such great deals...Guys like Ted Cruz will never make a deal because he's a strident guy," Trump said.

Okay, so really he was reassuring the GOP Establishment that he is perfectly willing to play ball. 

But here is the big thing Lott, Dole and Hatch do not  have the press hounding them for quotes anymore.  They had to pick up the phone and call old contacts in the press to get these things out there.

The guys that work at National Review are well connected enough to know that those calls were being made.

The question that needs to be asked is who benefits the most from the Establishment backhandedly backing Trump.  The answer is...Jeb!

Consider.  Somebody had to talk these old Establishment farts into making these calls.   They certainly wouldn't do it on Trumps say so but they would for other Establishment types.

So how does this possibly benefit Jeb!?  

Jeb's position is stronger than you think by just looking at the polls.  Right now Establishment block is split but add up the divided votes and you get something close to 30%.  Jeb is the one...the only one, with deep, deep pockets.  Right now he is concentrating his fire on Rubio because he can safely ignore the rest.  They will be dropping out and endorsing him before March.  

The only guy that Jeb is really concerned about is...Cruz.  Ted Cruz has a very disciplined and well structured ground game, easily the best in the GOP field and that includes Jeb's own.  

Here is the thing about Trump, so far as Jeb is concerned.  Trump will be hard to beat...unless he isn't. Trump has no kind of traditional ground game.  He has huge, luxurious and classy rallies but he's not flipping pancakes or eating chicken dinner at the VFW hall.

Yes Trump get's huge amounts of people to show up for his rallies but do these numbers equate to boots on the ground?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  Nobody knows that answer yet.

The early primaries are proportional but the later ones are winner take all where a traditional ground game will make a big difference.  And Cruz does have boots on the ground big time.  

The two guys Jeb has to worry about first if he is going to develop any kind of path to the White House is Rubio and Cruz.

In Summary: I suspect that NR's hit piece on Trump wasn't anti-Trump...It was anti-Bush.

What happened to TVs Most Famous Couples.

This would have worked better for  me if I actually watched TV.  As it was I didn't know who half these characters were.  

Still worth a read.

Like most of the public, Monica and Chandler dismissed initial rumors about The Syndrome as just that — rumors. In the early days, that was easy enough to do. Propped up by obscure conspiracy websites and less than reliable talk radio personalities, reports of the mysterious and terrifying so-called pandemic, first appearing in Northern Canada, seemed to be little more than isolated incidents connected only by fear-mongers and wild imaginations. It wasn’t until a series of unusual deaths in Washington State that the mainstream media began treating The Syndrome with the seriousness we now know it warranted. Per Monica’s urging, Chandler began stockpiling canned food and essentials in their basement — which they would then be forced to abandon in the evacuation. Their last known whereabouts were at a quarantine center near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Amy Schumer Isn't Funny...Forgive Me For Stating the Obvious

Cataline can still get chumped. I suppose that one is obvious too.

However, I am more than passingly embarrassed about this one. I guess, I got caught up in the hype surrounding her.  I have finally seen her HBO Special or rather part of it.  I got bored after twenty minutes.

I can't tell you why I was pigeon enough to believe that Schumer was actually funny as a stand up comic when I've said in the past, "I honestly can't think of a single woman that can really do stand up." That remains true.

I'm not saying women performers can't be funny. Carol Burnett in her prime was the best physical comedian of her age. While I find their politics malignant, I will grant that Amy Poehler and Tina Fey have made me laugh. But only...and this is the context of being comedic actresses.

Women's standup is invariably a different story because it's always the same story.

My period just started. 

My vagina is like... 

My boyfriend is like this thing compared to that thing because he is a shit, "hi honey!" 

I got so drunk that...  

My cat watched me having sex...  

I'm fat.  

I'm old. 

No one wants me anymore and they used to and I'm mad about that. 

Blowjobs are like this thing compared to another thing.

My period just started.

Occasionally one of these New York basket cases (and it is always a New Yorker), gets selected at random to be the new It Girl. She then gets an HBO comedy special. A magazine shoot that tests the outer most limits of make-up, lighting and camera technique to make someone look reasonably attractive. And a movie gig that has her opposite Meryl Streep. And then everyone suddenly realizes one day that her insane rantings aren't that funny and they move on to the next one

Twenty years ago it was Rosanne Barr.

Ten years ago Margret Cho was the new Rosanne Barr.

Now Amy Schumer is the new Margret Cho.

Actually, to be fair, Schumer's much-famed Apollo show-turned-HBO special wasn'tbad, per se. It was just rote in that stereotypical thirty-something white girl kinda way. Standing before a similarly white, hipster audience, a blonde chick with a foul mouth essentially confessed that she likes to talk about sex. Case in point: Schumer began her routine with a gag about dirty underwear. Somewhere toward the end she dropped a joke about giving oral sex to Uber drivers. The middle was a forgettable montage of awkward sex comedy featuring abortion gags and fat jokes. The grand finale was nothing more than a defense of women who like sex. If Schumer were that chick at a frat house with a Pabst in her hand, riling up half-drunk guys with bawdy humor before deciding which one would be her mark for the evening, I'd get it. A premium-pay comedy special? HBO, I know you're into Lena Dunham and all, but can you please spare me your over-hyped shenanigans?

I think the problem may ultimately be psyche. Male standup is by it's nature confrontational. Female standup is by it's nature the result of non-confrontational group consensus. The observations can be amusing but rarely funny.


It also turns out that Schumer steals material.

Friday, January 15, 2016

By Grapthar's Hammer... You Shall Be Remembered...Tragically by Emma Watson

Good lord Emma.  I realize you are brain damaged. 

I understand that. You make that completely clear pretty much every time you open your mouth in public. But you don't have to prove it when an old friend dies.

Here is a proper tribute from another left wing child actress from the Harry Potter movies. Evanna Lynch who played the off kilter, probably autistic and therefore fan favorite; Luna Lovegood.

"He gave me the loveliest acting advice I've ever gotten," Lynch wrote. "'People think that they're watching this' he said waving his hand in front of his face, 'but really they're watching this' and he pounded his fist on his heart centre.

"After that meeting I thought about him a lot and what a truly lovely, kind, generous person he was.

"Please honour his memory and what he gave us by talking about and sharing stories and continuing to celebrate his legacy so then he will be here, as we like to say, 'Always'."

See Emma, this called a tribute to a man's life.  I understand that you are so far gone in Marxist-Feminism that you scream at your boy cat when he sniffs your girl cat's ass. 

However, when a man dies it is appropriate to offer a few words about his life and how it touched and hopefully improved yours. Leaving you richer for the experience of having known that man.  State that you will miss him.  That the world is poorer for having lost him.  And that you will try to leave someone else's life richer in the same way that he left yours, in fitting tribute to your lost friend.


Tuesday, January 12, 2016

300,000,000 Guns in America Is Horrifying!!!

One gun for every man, woman and child in this country is ridiculous for such a great nation. (*hat tip Mad Mike Williams*)

It's stupidity!

It's insanity!

Subtract children, felonious criminals and Democrats and you still have barely two guns per person who matters.

Those numbers are just awful.  Think about it.

First you need at least two shotguns.  One double barrel and one pump action (Remington, Mossberg your choice.  Note; if it's the Remington, send it to Wilson Combat.  Those guys can work miracles.

One long rifle for hunting.

One combat rifle.  SCAR if you're rich.  AR if  you are an American and AK if you can't tie your shoe laces successfully.

One full size semi-automatic with a standard capacity magazine (known as a high capacity magazine if you are a pants crappingly insane SJW).  Yes, you could use a 1911 for this purpose but that venerable antique has a magazine with only seven rounds in it.

Fuck man! That is totally legal in California.  You are never going to make Obama cry with something like that.

One compact, for everyday carry.  Glock 19 footprint.

Not a Glock 19

One subcompact as a back up for your compact.

A Smith and Wesson M&P Shield for example.

Or not

Who am I to judge?

One revolver.  Both because a semi-automatic round is fundamentally compromised by the necessity of the wrapping a standard sized human hand around it and wheel guns look damn sweet ass good.

That will work nicely

Fuck no!
I said it before, "Fail!"

One dedicated low light pistol.  This one tragically will be an actual Glock.  If you are looking for a gun that has major aftermarket parts available, then there is no real choice in this matter.

I'm sorry.

I don't make the rules.

That's not so bad
It barely even looks like a Glock

Special note; concerning dedicated low light pistols.  Always and I do mean always carry another flashlight with you if you are carrying a low light pistol.  If you don't, I guarantee that you will end up looking for your keys with your gun.

I honestly can't blame the cops for locking you down for that one.

Lastly you will need one investment grade firearm.

Your interests and pocket book will determine this one and honestly money won't be as big a factor as you think it will.  Unless the Democrats do get gun control ramrodded through in which case, oh boy are you in the loot.

In summary; the proper minimum number of firearms for the average American who I approve of, is TEN.

Which means that...the correct number of guns in this country should be about 1.5 billion.  

We have a long way to go.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Face The Rising Sun

From the Belmont Club

News that CAIR has demanded an apology from Donald Trump for evicting a Muslim protester at his rally and reports that left-wing protesters and police have turned out in force to bottle up "far-right" demonstrators in Germany bookend a single story. It's on, the long awaited fight against PC orthodoxy is finally on. Trump is unlikely to apologize, CAIR even more unlikely to back down. With 3 million Middle Eastern and African refugees due to arrive in Europe this year the clashes between German protesters are only likely to intensify.

The commotion you hear is not going to stop, it will only get worse. The Western Spring is finally here, and before it's done it threatens to change everything.

The tension between the forces of political correctness and the pent-up forces of repressed cultural traditions is now bursting like a spring wound up beyond containment. Things may start slowly at first but ramp up rapidly, mirroring Cornelius Ryan's famous description of the Berlin Philharmonic's last performance as the Red Army stood at the gates of Berlin.

It's over lefties.  The free ride has ended.  We've finally worked out what you knew all along. Conservatism is a failure.  It didn't conserve a fucking thing.  It was never meant to.  It was meant to provide us with representation that didn't actually represent us at all.  It would bleat about this shredding of the constitution or that debasement of our culture and then sigh and tell us there is nothing to be done at this point, except to keep voting Republican.  The Four stage strategy has become a little too obvious.

Republican leaders all went to your schools, they knew all of you as friends and saw the world through the same window as yourselves.  They were never a part of us and were horrified at the idea of being so.

When Obama was elected I knew that you guys had lost the script.  Too many of conservatives dropped the mask and squealingly announced that they were voting for the red diaper baby from Hawaii because he was Black.  It was over from that point on.

The collapse of the Tea Party was necessary to finally knock the more optimistic of us off the fence. The string of spoiler runs from Establishment Republicans showed us what these cuckservatives really thought of us.

And now...hilariously...Jeb Bush is considering a spoiler run himself.  He will likely be the most unvoted for mainstream candidate in history.

I'm sorry...okay not all break it to you.  We don't need your hand picked leadership anymore.  We dont' need them to keep selling us out.  We don't need them to offer our surrender after we win.  We don't need them anymore to participate in your system.

The Men of West will stand on their own now.

"History isn't decided by majorities.  It's decided by minorities who fight."

Friday, January 8, 2016

Hillary's Brain Damage Is Worse Than I Thought.

This one is major.  Ultra.  ULTRA major.

One email thread from June 2011 appears to include Clinton telling her top adviser Jake Sullivan to send secure information through insecure means.

In response to Clinton's request for a set of since-redacted talking points, Sullivan writes, "They say they've had issues sending secure fax. They're working on it." Clinton responds "If they can't, turn into nonpaper [with] no identifying heading and send nonsecure."

 There it is.  Hillary Clinton explicitly ordered a felony violation of the National Security Act.  There are people doing hard time in Leavenworth Penal Barracks for more honest mistakes than this.

Although I get it... a smallish degree.  Secure faxes are the bitch queen of Bitch Mountain.  The hand shake almost never happens on the first try.  Sometimes not on the twentieth.  However, when I was in the Marine Corps if  any Commanding General of mine had ordered me to do this, I would have been required by law to immediately report him to Counter Intelligence.   He would have been Relieved For Cause by the close of business that day.

Except that none of them would have ever done that because Generals aren't spoiled political appointees who think that the law can't possibly apply to really important people like them.

And maybe she is right.

We'll have to see.  Is Hillary Clinton is remotely answerable before the law for her actions?

And. If. She. Is. Not...

What do the rest of us owe federal law?

A Hellfire Missile Was Shipped to Cuba

One of the latest iterations in the anti-armor Hellfire missile was shipped...TO FUCKING CUBA!!!!!

An inert U.S. Hellfire missile sent to Europe for training purposes was wrongly shipped from there to Cuba in 2014, said people familiar with the matter, a loss of sensitive military technology that ranks among the worst-known incidents of its kind.

The unintended delivery of the missile to Cuba has confounded investigators and experts who work in a regulatory system designed to prevent precisely such equipment from falling into the wrong hands, said those familiar with the matter.

For more than a year, amid a historic thawing of relations between the U.S. and Cuba, American authorities have tried to get the Cuban government to return the missile, said people familiar with the matter. At the same time, federal investigators have been tracing the paper trail of the wayward Hellfire to determine if its arrival in Cuba was the work of criminals or spies, or the result of a series of blunders, these people said.

I'm hoping...

...really hoping here.

That it was a spy that got it shipped to Cuba.

But the possibility that one of Ass-hat B. Carter's appointees, was under the impression that a Hellfire Missile was some kind of hipster cocktail and signed off on it, has to be considered.

Okay I'm done considering it.  I know that's what happened.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Hillary's Major Health Problem Positievly Identified!

Cataline speculates wildly!

But I'm not the only one.

Post Concussive Syndrome as a result of her transverse sinus hemorrhage back in 2012.

“I got this from both a [federal agent] … and I also got it from a New York [NYPD] guy who worked security at a Hillary event in New York City,” Cardillo told Breitbart News, adding:

These are two people that aren’t just personal friends. I worked with one and then post law-enforcement worked with another on some related things. So, these aren’t anonymous people. These are good friends. Both of them told me the same thing, that after her speeches, whether she did a talk or a policy speech, she had to sit behind – she would come off the podium backstage – and have to sit and rest before making it back to the car because she was so fatigued, dizzy and disoriented.

These symptoms are all very much in keeping with PCS.  She is an older post child baring woman who at the time had a high stress job.  All of these factors compound the problem. Her brain injury was not a mild affair.  Even according her her husband she had a hard six months after it happened.  

John Cardillo wrote: Strong source just told me something I suspected. Hillary’s debate ‘bathroom break’ wasn’t that, but flare up of problems from brain injury.

The problem here is this.  There is no set prognosis.  Maybe you get better with time.  Maybe you don't.  Maybe you get worse.

Certainly you are going to be functioning with diminished higher mental capacity.  Multi-tasking in high stress environment is simply beyond you.

And last I checked, the Presidency is a very high stress job.  Hell just running for it is a backbreaker.  She might have been all right against Jeb Bush but it is increasingly looking like she will be up against either Trump or Cruz.

Cataline stands by his prediction.  Hillary Clinton will be announcing a major health problem within the year.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Red Pill Review: Bioshock Infinite


Does it Suck?

Answer: Yes.   After you finish this one for the first time.  It's going to sit in your hard drive unplayed and unloved until you need disk space.

I suppose you may want more of a review than that.


First of all if you have waited this long to play it, you either weren't very interested or you are a cheap bastard and are waiting for the right Steam Sale.

In my case I promised myself I wouldn't buy it until I finished a book I was writing.  I have now finished the first book of my Dark Winter series. For a number of reason this book took a lot longer to complete than I was planning.  Enough so that I only recently played Bioshock Infinite for the first time.  It will be my last time.

This one was not worth the wait.

What I didn't like about it:

The game play and the plot.

Bioshock Infinite is at least true to it's roots.  An uninnovative FPS with very limited replay value. 


Unlike the first  Biohock you only get a choice of two weapons. So if you need a rocket launcher and you are armed with a shotgun and sniper rifle.  You have to find an RPG and drop one of your weapons to get it.  There are ammo drops in the form of duplicate weapons.  The other place to get ammo is vending machines. Weapons upgrades can be purchased as well but are so expensive you will never be able max up all of your weapons.  So you tend to specialize in two or three for any one run through of this game.


Vigors are found throughout the game but they are not purchased with the collection of ADAM as in previous iterations of Bioshock.  Unlike weapons you keep all of your Vigors.  Upgrades are again expensive, so you will specialize here as well.

In theory the high priced upgrades should make you come back and try some other combinations, thus enhancing replay value. 

These things have worked in other games and could have worked here as well but they didn't.  The game simply isn't engaging enough as a game for this to work.

There is no one single thing you can put your finger on as to why it isn't all that enjoyable.  Other than that the game clearly came secondary to the plot.

Major diversion here so bear with me.

Gamer Gate got it's start in the 1990s.  Gaming mags were taking off but had a major problem.  A typical review usually read something like, "This is a good game. I like it very much."  There would follow two or three pages of technical prattle and that would be it. 

Editors decided that they could either teach gamers how to write or teach writers to play games.  They made the wrong call.

Writers could learn to play games no problem but it would never be their passion.  Writers care about characters, plotting and story structure.  They find game mechanics dull and tedious. They liked good graphics though.  They were super keen on those.

Oh and left wing politics, so you had better have those too.

Consequently, they started reliably giving good reviews to games  with a good story line that leaned left and looked pretty.  Game producers noticed and adjusted accordingly.  Prime example? The first Bioshock.  It was so buggy that it was all but unplayable on a PC but was universally hailed as the game of the year in 2007.  There are more people today playing F.E.A.R. launched two years previously, than are still playing the first Bioshock.

This brings us to what I really didn't like about Bioschock Infinite's plot.  Nihilism.  Heavy handed, anti-American nihilism.

The anti-Americanism takes the form of Heinlein's Scudderites.  The producers have built a left wing vision of American Exceptionalism, which in case you are wondering they utterly hate.  Steam punk was fashionable when they started this, so you get plenty of that.

 Yay, I guess

Like many another steam punk story you get lots of alternate history tropes.  You hear the word, "quantum" a lot, as well as a few other magic phrases.  I admit I haven't seen them used much in games but it's hardly new to the field of science fiction. Bottomline the science here was quantum babble and hand waivem. They may as well have just gone ahead and said, "hey, it's magic don't worry about it."

As for nihilism, it infects every part of this game.  Here it goes beyond standard leftist tropes and takes the plunge.  Your every action is ultimately futile and doomed to make things worse.  Elizabeth whom you rescue from her tower goes from a bright and chipper, eager to face the world seventeen year old girl to a lost and disillusioned woman. Then finally she becomes a broken and insane old harridan destroying the world in the name of a religion she doesn't believe in.  But good news you can get her back to being lost and disillusioned. 

Your final goal as the player is to have your daughter Elizabeth drown you to death in an anti-baptism.

Apparently killing you makes life better for her
Which is all that counts really.

For those who are wondering what I mean by Nihilism.  I provide this snippet from  John C. Wright

Nihilism is a halt-state: once one believes the philosophy that says all philosophy is in vain, one cannot use philosophy to reason oneself out of this position.

If the Morlock cannot change, what happens next?

Next he destroys himself. This is usually done indirectly rather than directly, but notice the enthusiasm which which Morlocks uphold and celebrate everything that is either foreign to them, hostile to them, or mutually exclusive to them. Islamic terrorism is an obvious example, but by no means the only. Even the support of such gentle institutions as schools that discourage learning, art that destroys beauty, and governments that cannot govern has its roots in this self destructive attitude which is the visible sign of nihilism in action.

Morlocks are, as a race, suicidal. They are allured, almost as if under an erotic allure, to images and symbols of death, destruction and decay, to things that are against nature, or that are sterile, vain, futile, and ugly. Go into a modern art museum or watch a gay pride parade to see visible displays of an invisible self loathing.

The flaw is spiritual rather than psychological. While theories about undeveloped amygdala, or the rabbit strategy of welcoming predators into an overpopulated meadow may have some merit, when you see a man who wishes to destroy himself and his homeland, look to the formation of his conscience for the answer to this dark and ugly riddle.

You see a man whose own values, whose own sense of right and wrong, has condemned him to death. Something in his conscience tells him he is unworthy of life.

Now, look next at what he believes, what he tells himself is true.

If he is a hard core Leftist, he believes he was produced by blind natural forces, out of nowhere, and for no reason, blown together by the wind like a sandheap for an hour, to die and blow away again, and never to again live or laugh or love for all the countless eons of eternity.

He thinks he is a meat robot, a thing without free will, without even the dignity of an animal. At least animals are not fools fooling themselves into believing in the illusion of free will. He is the weakest and saddest of beasts. He also, if he is a hardcore Leftist, he believes that these same blind winds created an injustice so deeply ingrained into society that there is no reasoning with the powers that be, no way of peaceful reformation. Evolution works by the Darwinian law of the jungle, survival of the strong. This is true of social evolution as well (or so his perverse worldview tells him).

If the evils of society cannot be mended by sweet reason, violent overthrow (not merely of part of society, but of the whole rotten structure from top to bottom) is the only alternative.

Hence, for the hardcore Leftist, any love or loyalty to his homeland is a betrayal of his highest sense of goodness and righteousness, because then he is supporting the evils of mankind.

So what about it's own merits?  Since it is meant to be an interactive story more than a game, does it succeed in that?  Somewhat, I will grant but with glaring and obvious failures. The science as I said was bad.  Initially we are told that Elizabeth has the power to open tears between worlds.  Standard Steampunk trope, fine there.  But then we are told that she is somehow actually creating these worlds as a form of wish fulfillment.  Quantum mechanics doesn't work like that!  It doesn't matter how much quantum it's got.  It's not a wish spell.

During a mission to get guns for rebels that will eventually turn on you because nothing real is worth fighting for
You create a world where the rebels get the guns but the Chinese gunsmith who you were getting them from is dead along with his wife.  This apparently shatters Elizabeth but in no world that she has visited have you gotten to know the man at all.  She should have no reason for this kind of a breakdown, yet she has to have one just to move the plot along.

It's weak, as a device but understandably so because and here is the big point...Games are a terrible  means for telling stories.  When you build a game you can create a great and atmospheric setting but it ends there.  A setting is not a story.  More importantly, a story is not a game.  Using a story to create little rewards that you unlock as you make your way through a game enhances the gaming experience.   Yay you!  You won this small section plot.  But when you make the plot the over riding experience you drastically diminish enjoyment and replay value of the game, as a game.  Which was exactly what Bioshock Infinite did. 

In conclusion, Bioshock Infinite is a game with limited replay, a depressing story that is nihilistic,  heavy handed and derivative.  I don't recommend it.

Monday, January 4, 2016

ISIS Rules for Rape

I recently heard from my friend Habeeb...

...okay not really my friend.  

I shot him through the thigh during OIF, (in case you’re wondering, yeah I missed what I was aiming at).  None the less we had a chance to get to know each other pretty well  when I needed to find out where his platoon's ambush site was.  Call it a bonding thing.  

Anyhoo, Habeeb was a fake it until you make it kind of hadjii.  Really, he was only in it to impress the girls in Tikrit. No surprise he babbled all the right things to get released. And even less of a surprise that he joined the ISIS Caliphate the first chance he got.

I had asked Habeeb about the Fatwah regarding the treatment of female slaves. I had wanted to know how can you have rules for raping a girl that come off as completely freaking Beta?

Here's what he had to say.

SUP Cataline,

You Crusader Fuck.  Still going to kill you first.  LOL on you.  

Yes, Fatima and Yasmine are both doing well as are the boys Muhammad, Muhammad, Muhammad and Qutb.  The girls whatever the fuck their names are, are doing well too.  My oldest daughter just turned twelve, she’s already graduated from third grade and will be getting married next month.  

They grow up so fast.

Yasmine has a new and exciting career in the al-Khansa Women’s Secret Police.  Exciting for me! She runs one of the comfort brothels.  But for shizel dawg you won’t believe all the fucking rules for slave fucking.

Here’s the opinion paper
(*actual fatwa below*)

Habeeb's comments are in bold.

Fatwa Number: 64 Date: 29 JAN 2015 ISIL COMMITITE (sp) OF RESEARCH AND FA FATWAS No. 61, 62, and 64-68 A

Question: Some of the brothers have committed violations in the matter of the treatment of the female slaves. These violations are not permitted by Sharia law, because these rules have not been dealt with in ages.

Are there any warnings pertaining to this matter?

May Allah protect you. Praise be to Allah, prayer and peace be upon our Prophet Muhammad, his household and all of his companions. One of on the graces which Allah has bestowed upon the Slate of Caliphate is the conquest of large surface areas of the country and one of the inevitable consequences of the jihad of establishment is that women and children of infidels will become captives of Muslims. Consequently, it is necessary to clarify some rules pertaining to captured prisoners to avoid any violations in dealing with them.  Therefore we say, and may Allah grant us success:

-It is not permissible for the owner of a female captive to have intercourse with her until after she has had her menstrual cycle and becomes clean. If she does not menstruate and is pregnant, he is not allowed to have intercourse with her until after she has given birth.

Well sh-i-i-i-t that one is just common sense dawg. So rule of thumb here, don't take your youngest slaves to WorldCon.

- It is not permissible to cause her to abort if she is pregnant. If the owner of a female captive releases her, only he can have intercourse with her and he is cannot allow someone else to have intercourse with her.

Oooo, awkward.  I’m going to have ask if it’s permissible to reinslave a girl.  That might cover my ass here.

- If the owner of a female captive, who has a daughter suitable for intercourse, has sexual relations with the latter, he is not permitted to have intercourse with her mother and she is permanently offlimits to him. Should he have intercourse with her mother then he is not permitted to have intercourse with her daughter and she is to be off-limits to him.

Oh come on!  That one made sense when we didn't have genetic testing and slave girls looked like eight miles of bad road by age thirty.  We need to be more progressive about a few things these days.

Do. Not. Tell. Yasmine. I. Said. That.

- The owner of two sisters is not allowed to have intercourse with both of them; rather he may only have intercourse with just one. The other sister is to be had by him, if he were to relinquish ownership of the first sister by selling her, giving her away or releasing her.

WTF? Even the freaking Mormons are allowed to do both!  I saw it on Big Love.

- If the female captive is owned by a father, his son cannot have intercourse with her and vice versa. Moreover, intercourse with his wife's female captive is also not permissible.

Well that one does make a lot of sense.  I’ve started having to keep a close eye on Muhammad and also Muhammad.  Although honestly I’d be happier if I had to keep a closer eye on Qtub.  I’m worried that, that boy is going to end up taking skydiving lessons off the top of Tikrit tower

- If a father had intercourse with his female captive then gave her away or sold her to his son, he is not longer permitted to have intercourse with her.

Keep dreaming Muhammad...and Muhammad.  

Qtub (*sigh*) we can talk about that one son.

- If the female captive becomes pregnant by her owner, he cannot sell her and she is released after his death.

Unless you are selling her to a Saud or a Turk. Its totes cool then.  The Caliphate does that shit all the time.  Whatever keeps my taxes down bro.

- If the owner releases his female captive then he is not permitted to have intercourse With her afterwards because she has become free and is no longer his property.

(*Ha! Ha! Ha!*)  Do you have any idea what a freed woman’s life is like in Raqqa?  I threaten my bitches with freedom.

- If two or more individuals are involved in purchasing a female captive, none of them are permitted to have intercourse with her because she is part of a joint ownership.

For sloppy seconds are hareem and gross.

- It is not permissible to have intercourse with a female captive during her menstrual cycle.

No problem!!!  

Honestly dude when you have this many bitches synched up, you mark it on the calendar.  There is a reason I head for the front once a month.

- It is not permissible to have anal sex with a female captive.

Always remember it’s more important to be mindful of the sin that you commit than it is commit that sin forgetfully.  I read that somewhere.

Just saying is all.

- The owner of a female captive should show compassion towards her, be kind to her, not humiliate her, and not assign her work she is unable to perform.

See this one proves we’re not animals dude.  Proves it!.

 - The owner of a female captive should not sell her to an individual whom he knows will treat her badly or do unto her what Allah has forbidden.

Yeah like the Turks and Saudis.  File that one under D for Dream On.

Well that's the news from Lake al-Wobegon. Where all the men have beards like Brillo Pads.  All the women are covered like Beatles songs.  And all children stop being children by age twelve.  See you when we burn down New York City, hater!

Saturday, January 2, 2016

I Looked Behind the Mask And I Saw the Truth

I am about to commit blogger heresy by posting someone else's comment in full. 

This is the saga a young man who tried hard to vomit out the Red Pill and simply could not do it.  This stuff is quite the the little gold mine for dealing with the mindless automata known as SJWs.

Changing was a long process. I initially got into SJW groups sort of through popularity- feminism was supposed to be THE thing for equality, and I wanted everyone to be treated well, so I joined a bunch of feminist forums, which branched into more garden variety SJW circles. Initially I had no idea there was a dark side to it.

Gateway drugs are like that.

I had some weird views before; I think in a lot of ways I was a stereotypical white knight. I was depressed at the time, and being applauded for being progressive definitely was an ego boost. Fighting people I perceived as bigoted made me feel better about myself. My SJW tendencies were based mostly out of self loathing- I felt weird, like an outcast, had never had a girlfriend, hated myself, and thought that I was fixing myself by jumping deep into feminism. I armed myself with a lot of bad statistics (like the 1 in 4 rape stat) and felt smart because of it.

The self loathing is understandable for SJWs.  From the outside their pronouncements always look like masochism because they are.

After a while it becomes second nature; you just sort of convince yourself that you're on the right side and see your opponent as a stereotype out of reflex. That can happen here too, but SJW's actively encourage it. You become utterly convinced that you're part of an elite, enlightened group fighting an aging generation of uneducated racists and sexists.

Again we see pride as the greatest of sins for it is the one that cuts you off from God.  The gates of  Hell are barred from the inside.

On the more Earthly side of things, this is salesmanship 101.  Almost all human motivation boils down to an effort to increase your own sense of status.

But eventually I started to realize that I had incomplete information. I lost a lot of arguments to people I'd stereotyped as being dumb. The people I called allies just jumped to ad hominem attacks and semantic arguments, and that made them secure in their beliefs. That's how they operate; when they lose, their mental gymnastics aren't supposed to convince you. It's to convince themselves, to justify not changing their sources or beliefs. And it's very effective at that. It worked for me for a while.

Remember these things when you are arguing with SJWs.  

Most of their insane prattling is an effort to reinforce their own view point.  They aren't really trying to convince you of anything because you are not real to them.  You are just a strawman to be railed against in order to reinforce their own views.

But eventually it wasn't enough for me. I started trying to revise feminist arguments with new, accurate sources. (uh oh) I'd correct people on my own side on forums and whatnot. They hated that, and jumped right to calling me a rape apologist and a woman hater. I was blown away, it contradicted my notion that we were the logical side.

These events clearly date from before 2015, which was the year the SJWs formally rejected Aristotelian logic.  They are simply too addled at this point to fake it.

At the same time I started college, my grades were pretty awesome and college was way less stressful for me than high school had been. I had so much more time I took an active interest in learning some real skills for the first time. I'm making my own indie game now in between my regular job, based on the skills I learned my first couple years of college in my free time. I also got a girlfriend for the first time. She was (and is) amazing, best thing that ever happened to me.

It Always Starts In High School.

This stuff gave me a little bit of pride that was extremely harmful to the communities I was in. Whereas before when someone generalized most men as rapists, it had given me an opportunity to feel superior to other men while still hating myself, now all of a sudden it offended my new-found self worth. Their communities thrive on self loathing disguised as elitism. And then the womens' studies class I took in college cited people absolutely insane- like Andrea Dworkin. Even as indoctrinated as I was at the time, I still knew that class was too far.

I still find it funny that, though most of the class started out conservative and was roped into SJW mentalities, I started out SJW and by the end of the class it had practically ruined feminism for me. Because I'd been a part of it before. I knew when the professor was wrong. I knew how hollow the "peace and acceptance" spiel they preached was. I knew the counter points to their sources. It felt like a bad joke to me at the time; I knew how my classmates felt, I'd felt the same way months earlier. But I was powerless to actually explain that to anyone, they just demonise and talk in circles until the argument goes away. As I had done months earlier. At first I felt bad, ashamed, for going against everything. I wanted to be convinced again, I wanted to be a good SJW again. And all of a sudden I realized it wasn't going to get better. I was in a university class about feminism, overrun with SJW's, and they had worse arguments than I'd seen online. There was no smarter next level to feminism that I was just too stupid to see. That was it. I was at the top and our arguments still sucked.

Taking the Red Pill always resembles the stages of Grief for these young men. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and finally Acceptance.  

What happens next made me laugh.

The last straw was when I made a desperate, ditch effort to convert my brown female girlfriend to feminism with me. It failed; she said feminists in her country were crazy. We argued a bit. Finally it felt like a curtain was being pulled back and I realized the ridiculousness of it all. I was a stupid white knight arguing with a brown girl that she should be more feminist. I deconverted on the spot. I stopped being ashamed of myself, a lot of things changed about the way I see myself and the world. Ironically, I stopped seeing every situation as a men vs. women or race vs. race binary. SJW's insist their goal is to make everyone equal, and for a long time I believed it, but their communities actually enforce factionalism and division.

He is lucky he didn't lose her at this point.  She wanted a man in relationship, not two women.

I know this post makes me look bad, I cringe every time I think about the things I used to believe and say. I feel bad about the good people I insulted and wrote off. The good news is, I'm not the same person as I was in my mid-late teens. My life actually functions and has a purpose now, so that's nice. I try to see every situation in terms of individuals now, not sides. I'm not depressed any more, I have a regular decent paying job, I'm developing a game on the side, and I'm about to marry my wonderful fiance'.

In case you are wondering.  Yes, of course he deleted his Reddit account and is now in hiding.