Diversity, Inclusiveness and Kyle
Nothing says diversity/inclusiveness quite like segregating the population by both class and color.
Some are taking a more direct approach at solving what they perceive to be a social ill:
Still others are working themselves into a real tissy:
Can’t get enough of ‘let’s bash Kyle’? Try this:
A Clash of Cultures
Several news outlets are reporting that this was an 80 person endeavor. They came armed and with a plan to strip Nordstrom of some of its bounty. Word is that they caught three (3) of these liberators.
It’s going to get more worser before it gets most worser. When you not only permit such a culture to grow and flourish but also encourage it you’ll end up taking it in the shorts on the back end.
The Road We’re On
Just In Case You’ve Forgotten
Where We Are | I Can’t Help but Weep
The Infamous Six Principles
. . . At This Point
Inversion
Tales From the Fourth Estate
More Of Those White Supremacists We Hear So Much About
Immoral, Illogical and Unscientific
Six Numbers
I’m just six numbers away.
That those numbers happen to be lottery numbers means little to me!
Summer is Here !
Lest We Forget The Terrible Journey: Where We’ve Come From
How Easily The Lies Roll Off Their Tongues
Ask me if Iām vaccinated and Iāll tell you that I havenāt been to Europe.
Parasitic Whiteness
Ripped from the pages of Breitbart. (Graphics and outtakes by your host.)
A research in the Journal of the American Psychoanalytic Association describes āwhitenessā as a āmalignant, parasitic-like conditionā that makes the host person āvoracious, insatiable, and perverse,ā and warns that there is ānot yet a permanent cure.ā
This āpermanent cureā issue has me,
as a white man,
somewhat concerned !
āOn Having Whiteness,ā the apparently peer-reviewed article written by Dr. Donald Moss, a white male and a current faculty member of both the New York Psychoanalytic Institute and the San Francisco Center for Psychoanalysis discussed, went viral on social media this week once it was discovered.
The articleās abstract says the āconditionā of āwhiteness,ā after one acquires it, gives the person a āmalignant, parasitic-like condition to which āwhiteā people have a particular susceptibility.ā
He added that the condition, while ābeing in oneās body, in oneās mind, and in oneās world,ā makes the āhostā specifically target nonwhite people due to their āparasitic Whiteness.ā
Moss further wrote: āonce established, these appetites are nearly impossible to eliminate.ā Moss went on to explain how a person could pursue treatment for the ācondition.ā
āEffective treatment consists of a combination of psychic and social-historical interventions,ā Moss wrote.
āSuch interventions can reasonably aim only to reshape Whitenessās infiltrated appetitesāto reduce their intensity, redistribute their aims, and occasionally turn those aims toward the work of reparation,ā he continued.
Moss wrote that āthe ravages wreaked by the chronic condition can function either as warning (ānever againā) or as temptation (āgreat againā).ā
The doctor also said that āMemorialization alone, therefore, is no guarantee against regressionā and currently, āthere is not yet a permanent cure.ā
I weep for our nation
Wacked Out
Somewhere and some time ago some wacked out physiologists weaseled their way into advertising agencies and together they birthed the absolutely insane commercials we are now sprayed with while watching TV.
The new normal for advertisements is for the visual to change every second, and the visuals that are shown in each individual second has both the subject moving within the frame and the camera moving. There is not a static moment in any advertising except, perhaps, the last 2 seconds.
Here’s an example of the new normal in advertising. There are more than 30 scene changes in this 30 second commercial. Note also that the camera is never steady until the last 2 seconds.
Imagine what impact this constant barrage has on a child’s developing mind. Is it any wonder that big pharma has made billions from stuffing pills down the throats of children diagnosed with ‘attention disorders’.
Tempting Fate
Like No Other
June 6, 1944 was a day like no other. It was ‘D Day’, the first day of Operation Overlord.
The invasion of Normandyās beaches consisted of 5,333 Allied ships and landing craft embarking nearly 175,000 men.
The U.S. VII Corps sustained 22,119 casualties from 6 June to 1 July, including 2,811 killed, 13,564 wounded, 5,665 missing, and seventy-nine captured.
American personnel in Britain included 1,931,885 land, 659,554 air, and 285,000 navalāa total of 2,876,439 officers and men. While in Britain they were housed in 1,108 bases and camps.
The Allied forces for Operation Overlord comprised twenty-three infantry divisions (thirteen U.S., eight British, two Canadian); twelve armored (five U.S., four British, one each Canadian, French, and Polish); and four airborne (two each U.S. and British)āfor a total of twenty American divisions, fourteen British, three Canadian, and one each French and Polish.
Air assets included 3,958 heavy bombers (3,455 operational), 1,234 medium and light bombers (989 operational), and 4,709 fighters (3,824 operational), for 9,901 total and 8,268 operational. Allowing for aircrews, 7,774 U.S. and British Commonwealth planes were available for operations on 6 June, but these figures do not include transports and gliders.
But planes and boats didn’t fight and win the war in Europe; the mean sons-of-bitches from America did.
Being just a little crazy helped with the butterflies, and it damn sure scared the crap out of the Germans. They called the troopers of 504 Infantry Regiment of the 82nd “devils in baggy pants”. They called (and still call) themselves ‘The Devils Brigade”
Think that these folk aren’t bad-ass? When they finished up in Europe, the Mediterranean, and island hopping in the Pacific, they returned home and built the greatest nation the world has ever seen.
Those that seek to destroy the nation from within might do well to note that the same grit and determination that won the second war to end all wars still lives on in the heartland of this country. Tread lightly.
Whole Lotta Wrong Going On
Ashamed
I once thought that there was nothing that could keep me from showing my pride as an American. Now, I find myself here.
In Our Brave New World
No matter how badly they hose with your head, remember that there are never five lights.
Hot Time: Summer In The City
As the summer of ’21 approaches, one might be well served to place a little distance between themselves and the retribution class. I’m not saying, I’m just saying…
Why grab a bottle when you can ‘harvest’ in bulk?
Nothing like a little night time entertainment to celebrate one’s heritage
Door prizes provided courtesy of a local wireless vendor.
What care looks like when you run off the first responders.
2020 was just the warmup round. Much bigger/better things to come.
Best be getting your butts out of the cities folks.
Memorial Day?
How long before the 1619, Hands Up Don’t Shoot, BLM, SPLC, NAACP and ANTIFA crowd decide that what really needs to be memorized on Memorial Day is the memory of St. Floyd?
Think that that can’t happen?
The Garden
I put a little more planning and a bit more money into my garden this year. I’ll be 68 this year and the prospect of pulling massive amounts weeds for the balance of my years pushed me to invest in some labor saving initiatives.
The most significant changes that I made this year are: the use a professional grade woven plastic ground cover in my large planting areas, the use of drip tape, and the use of professional grade netting. I still have weeds to pull around the edges, but for they are so few it is almost enjoyable.
The only thing that has yet to mature in the garden (except herbs) is the lettuce. We pulled some for the kids and us last week and then 10 more head yesterday for friends.
I’m growing my cantaloupe on trellis this year and for the first time am growing my cucumbers pruned to a single runner.
The ‘anchor’ vegetable (fruit actually) of the garden is Roma tomatoes. They are staked differently (Florida weave) than the indeterminate varieties (clipped to trellis’)
The growing season is just getting kicked off and I suppose things could go south on me, but right now it looks like I’ve saved myself a butt-load of work downstream by stepping up my game.
I had a single parsley plant materialize in one of the planting beds (the plant with the white flowers above) and I let it grow out to seed. I guess in a week or two I’ll be able to harvest those for next years planting. The photo below is a closer view of the parsley flowers
So goes the garden!
The Man Was Born Without A Learning Curve
How To Create Exploding Heads
We’re Just That Stupid I Guess
I saw an article over at Yahoo that looked to be a straightforward examination of inflation in grocery prices. I’ll note at the outset that the yellow circles are something that I’ve added to the graphics.
What the hell? They didn’t compare prices, they surveyed folk and asked them about prices! Another ‘follow the science’ moment in American journalism I guess. Let’s get everyone overwrought about shit that just ain’t so.
WTF, if that doesn’t get them fired up, lets add a racial disparity twist to the equation and see if we can begin some type of new victimhood. ‘Spending Inequality’ my ass.
The sad part is that the nation has become so dumb’d down that most absorb this drivel without question. We’re hosed.
‘Toward’
I really am beginning to understand the nature of the battle we find ourselves in. When I see that 4 Trillion Dollars is just a down payment (of sorts) toward fixing this ‘inequality’ thingy all the white folk have created, I can see that the first phase of the war will be the economic destruction of whitey’s world.
The war had begun unnoticed, the battles won thru capitulation. I guess that we’ll soon find that the victors will most certainly enslave the defeated majority.
Art Imitates Life
The US Border: An Acid Test (of sorts)
His Name? Farrakhan Muhammad
Wouldn’t want that little tid-bit of information to leak out.
Our Brave New World
Didn’t See That Coming?
If you are looking for an avenue to broadcast all that is wrong with police departments as currently constructed, this is your go to venue. Every single initiative that flows out of this ‘investigation’ must be adopted ’cause George gave his life for this’. The crowd control methods that are successful will be deemed racist, and whitey will be pegged as the root cause of all evil.
Downstream the Justice Department will reorganize to combat the scourge of racism and special revolving funds will be established to flow cash into the coffers of loyal democrats in the inner cities.
You didn’t see this coming? Really?
Thanks George, Couldn’t Have Happened Without You
Versatility? Accessibility?
What type of future are we hurtling towards? What fresh hell are we willing to accept in order to be woke? This is what comes from a world that is willing to accept that 2+2=5 and while black lives matter, all lives don’t. Why can we no longer state the obvious: “that’s one ugly dog wearing a dirty oversized sock.”
An Ugly Truth
Two Americas
John Edwards, the politician from NC that ran for President a few cycles ago, had a well developed pitch about ‘Two Americas’. His line of propaganda divided the nation between the have’s and the have-nots. His little speel worked well until he got caught hanging pipe with his photographer and taking 300 dollar haircuts on the airport tarmac.
I’d like to suggest that. while Edwards had it completely wrong about how he divided his ‘Two Americas’, there is indeed two separate realities in this country. Nolte over at Breitbart did an excellent job of piecing together the various data points that well demonstrates our two nations paradigm. First, here is the reality (as shown on Breitbart) that most of the people in our country experience:
It sure must suck to be a sane citizen in a democratic stronghold. A typical urban world looks like:
My rural world looks like (courtesy Nolte’s article):
Nolte has put together a damn good (and lengthy) compare/contrast on the two realities that are America. Link is here and a snippet of his lead in is below:
If I had to boil down the political wisdom Iāve learned over four decades of observing, studying, writing, and debating, it would be thisā¦
Life in Rural America (which is where Republican Trump voters live and govern), is clean, safe and racially tolerant. Most places in America where life is dirty, polluted, dangerous, violent, and plagued with racial hate and race riots, are cities that are almost exclusively populated by and governed by Democrats.
Outside of these Democrat-run cities, America is peaceful, safe, clean, and racially tolerant.
Whatās more, if you remove these Democrat-run cities from our national statistics, you will find an America that is overwhelmingly peaceful, safe, clean, and racially tolerant.
Nevertheless, Democrats and their fake-media allies still blame Republicans for all of their problems.
According to them, it is Republicans who are responsible for racism, pollution, and gun violence ā even though, out here where we all live, our air, water, and streets are safe and cleanā¦ We all own guns, but where we live there is no gun violence crisisā¦ We are all supposed to be racists and responsible for all the hate crimes, but out here where we all live, there is no hate crime crisis.
Now, there will be exceptions, but those exceptions only serve to prove the rule. Let me lay this out for youā¦
It’s a good read and chock full of data and reference points. But you know that no matter how much truth and proof you throw at the lunatics in their inner city hell, they are just to fuckin stupid to understand. Their lot in life not mine.
There’s a Reckoning Coming, But Not The One They Wish For
On Island Or Off?
Sometimesāactually more often than I care to admitāI feel like Iām living in that one Kurt Vonnegut novel where the lead character believes he is the only real person on earth and everyone else is just some construct placed on earth for his entertainment or to give his life context.
In what worldālet me restate that: in what real worldāwould Bill (Intern) Clinton pair up with Kamala (Knees) Harris to lead a discussion on āEmpowering Women and Girlsā.Ā I know this is a gag (pun intended), right?Ā I mean if you were going to ask the horn-dog anything would it not be about the 27 trips he took with Epstein and, perhaps, an explanation of just exactly goes on at Pedophile Isle?
I cannot think of two more-worser scumbags to have a young girl take advice from
Requiem For A Nation
Iāve been off-line for a little more than a month. I didnāt post so often and so wildly that a well deserved break was warranted and, no, itās not a swarm of doldrums that held me at bay. Iāve been off-line in deep thought about the future of mankind. The good news for readers is that I donāt do the ādeep thoughts worthy of lengthy narrationā type of thought, Iām more the āletās just jump to the bottom line: weāre fuckedā type of deep thinker.
Shit is rapidly going sideways and there is not a damn thing that can be done about it.Ā This nation alone could have halted the world-wide slide into tyranny and subjugation.Ā Coulda, woulda, shouda be damned, weāve crossed the tipping point as a nation and will now never be able to recapture the moment when rights and freedoms outweighed the āgood of the massesā.Ā
The time of manās reign has ended, now comes the time of the gimmedats. The gimmedat era is the precursor to thousands of years of oppression. The endless march of technology ensures the oppression will be both enforceable and complete.
It seems appropriate to do a little fiddlin as Rome burns.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes again
Can you picture what will be?
So limitless and free
Desperately in need
Of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s Highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake, he’s long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
“Father?” “Yes, son?” “I want to kill you”
“Mother? I want to…”
Come on baby, take a chance with us
Come on baby, take a chance with us
Come on baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Of the blue bus, on the blue bus, on the blue bus
(Note: I shit-canned the 19 Fu** on 17 lines)
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Fine Tuning the Gene Pool
People with learning disabilities are still being given do-not-resuscitate (DNR) orders in England despite widespread condemnation of the practice leading to an investigation by the Care Quality Commission (CQQ).
Charity, Mencap, told The Guardian that many with learning disabilities were told they would not be resuscitated if they got ill from COVID-19 without their or their family’s consent in January. A DNR is a medical order instructing health care providers not to do CPR if a patient stops breathing or heart stops.
Mencap CEO Edel Harris told The Guardian: “Throughout the pandemic, many people with a learning disability have faced shocking discrimination and obstacles to accessing healthcare, with inappropriate Do Not Attempt Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (DNACPR) notices put on their files and cuts made to their social care support.”
Here is the question that needs to be asked: How the fuck would the care provider know the patient has a learning disability?
Strange Yet True
They Make It So Damn Hard
Very Cool, Much Progress
Timely? Certainly Appropriate
Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters Around you have grown
And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who That it’s namin’.
For the loser now Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land
And don’t criticize What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command
Your old road is Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
The line it is drawn The curse it is cast
The slow one now Will later be fast
As the present now Will later be past
The order is Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.