The freedom of the outsider

“If you are a good person, if you are a moral person, if you are a Christian, you are not going to be allowed to succeed in the system past a certain level. It’s just not going to happen. But it’s very, very freeing to know this. You’re not going to get the scholarship. You’re probably not going to get the acceptance. You’re not going to get the interview. So, this means you have the imperative to go out and make things happen on your own. Because here’s the magical thing about it. They can’t create. They cannot create things that are good, beautiful and true. They’re predators and parasites. And so, there’s always going to be a certain amount of room that is granted to people that just do their own thing, or for people who just work outside the system, because that’s where the positive change – the necessary positive change – is going to happen…What we’re dealing with here is a society that is run by the wicked and is run by the hedonists…And so, you can save a lot of time…The beauty of this is that by knowing that you have no chance to succeed within the system, you can give yourself the opportunity to succeed without it. And the fact that you are never going to be given that handout. The fact that you’re never going to get given that fake, pseudo success, means that the success that you achieve will be real. You’ll never have that impostor syndrome that they’re always talking about…And so, you have no chance to succeed in the realm of the wicked but that knowledge frees you to pursue genuine, meaningful and lasting success by pursuing the good, the beautiful and the true.”

--Vox Day

By all means, Mrs. Clinton--please continue!!

First and foremost, I want to make one thing perfectly clear:  If Hillary Clinton ever comes to what remains of her senses, repents of her sins, and accepts Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior, I will be the first to rejoice in that.  For the Lord is "not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance."  (Yes, this includes even the most corrupt and evil among us, for in His sight, we have all greatly offended.  It's simply a matter of degree.)  I do not think that this is likely, but with God, all things are possible.

That would be the best thing that could happen.

The second best thing that could happen, would be for HRC to go right on doing what she's doing.  Keep doubling down, Hillary!  Turn it up to 11!  Have another Chardonnay and let those deplorable redneck scum have it with both barrels every time you open your mouth!

Man, when even hardline Democrats(who have gone beyond blue, through indigo, and are now somewhere in a spectrum of ultrablue which is invisible to anything except possibly mantis shrimp), including your own former campaign manager, wish like hell you'd shut up and go away...you really have to be Amy-Winehouse-Level committed to self-destruction.  As much as I admire singleminded persistence and determination, you might have wanted to pick a better goal.

But if this is the path you wish to take, Ma'am, us "Deplorables" couldn't be more pleased with the results.  Keep right on keepin' on with that.  Expose yourself as the shrill, bitter, angry, drunken, doddering, corrupt mess we always knew you to be, in a way that makes even some Democrats think "Well, I still hate Trump, but it really could have been worse."

And the next time some smug Leftist steps to us with an utterly unwarranted air of intellectual superiority, courtesy of the Dunning-Kruger effect, we'll simply observe that, if they'd gotten their way, you--who have become basically a walking dumpster fire that even the Left is having trouble making excuses for--would have been Leader of the Free World.  Therefore, their judgement is, to say the least, suspect.

Whether you sit down and shut up, or continue on your present course, we win either way.

Death by diversity

All you folks who consider me a xenophobic, Islamophobic racist who's ten miles to the right of Genghis Khan...you'll most likely be perplexed by this post.

The murder of Justine Damond was not a Black thing, an Islamic thing or an immigrant thing.  This was a 'social justice' thing.

Mohamed Noor is a shrimpy little guy, who, by most accounts, was very nervous and jumpy.  He did not have the build or the temperament suitable for being a police officer.  I'd be saying the same thing if he were a White Christian American.  But if he were a White Christian American, he never would have been a cop.  He'd have washed out of the academy.  They'd have been all, "Sorry, dude, police work just isn't in your future."

But the Leftists and SJW's of Minneapolis just had to have a Somali officer, no matter what.  Diversity at any price.  Well, now we know the exact price of their folly:  The life of an innocent citizen, taken by an idiot who started blasting away at an unarmed citizen at an (alleged) 'loud noise.'

This is less the fault of Mohamed Noor than of those who put that badge on him in the first place.  Minneapolitans, you put these fools into office, and you share the blame for this poor woman's death.  Hope you're proud of yourselves. 

Think homeschooling is too much trouble?

Try it while jamming gears across the country.  Of course, this was a recipe for failure, since Kerry Anderson went from participating in a useful profession to attending some Ivy League propaganda mill.  But I guess some will find this interesting:

Ms. ANDERSON: A lot of our schooling actually as integrated into what she was doing. When we know where we were going, Texas to California, for instance, we had to map out the mileage. We had to map out when we had to fuel, how fast we were going to be going, where we needed to stop, rest areas, all of that kind of thing, what our fuel mileage was going to be.
That's how she got us going on a lot of it. And then there was a program that we mailed things in. So we did it at our leisure, basically.

NORRIS: So you did it right there in the cab of the truck?

Ms. ANDERSON: Yes.

NORRIS: And was your mother someone who had a teaching background? This sounds like it was a bit of an adventure for her, too.

Ms. ANDERSON: It absolutely was. She did not have an education background, but she knew that we but she wanted us to do very well academically, and so she took it upon herself to make sure we did.

NORRIS: So when you actually transferred first to Valencia Community College and then later on to Harvard, it must have been almost boring to sit in a classroom. 

Yeah, homeschooling is way too inconvenient.  Better to leave your kids in the care of Real Professionals, who give them important and relevant coursework.

A blast from the past

Both her Blogger and Wordpress blogs seeming to be defunct, I shall repost this awesome story in full.  Just in case, ya know.

Submitted for your inspection, the story...of Jim.

This is the story of Jim. Jim was an average young man in an average American town. He earned above-average grades in high school, and went on to attend an average American college. Jim's parents, while not destitute, were in no position to help him with finances, so Jim worked full-time at an average college job to support himself, riding his bike to school, then to work, and then back to his far-below-average studio apartment to study, eat average college food, and fall asleep. The next day began the whole process again.

One day, while Jim was enjoying a rare free moment, his uncle paid him a surprise visit. Jim's uncle was a wealthy man, though no one quite knew what he did to amass his fortune. He entered the tiny rented room with a warm greeting, and sat on the edge of the bed. After exchanging pleasantries and small talk, Jim's uncle asked if there was anything he could do to make Jim's life easier. Jim didn't want to impose, so he politely declined. Jim's uncle pressed his point, saying, "Jim, I've known you for longer than you remember, and it pains me to see you having to struggle this way. Here," and he pulled a small black card out of his jacket pocket. Jim tried to refuse, but his uncle insisted. "Use this as you see fit," he said to the young man. They talked awhile longer about various family members and Jim's classes, and then, after affectionate goodbyes, Jim's uncle left.

Jim followed his uncle to the door, and shut it after him. He then turned over the small black card in his hand. It was a credit card. . . sort of. There was a sixteen-digit number on it and a magnetic strip , but no expiration date, no name, no logo, not even a signature bar. Just a wholly unremarkable, glossy black card. Jim wondered how it could even work, and then decided that he would not find out. He was determined to go it on his own, just like his parents had taught him. "Earn what you get, or there's no joy in having it," his father liked to say. Jim went to throw the card away, but hesitated. It couldn't hurt, after all, to have options, could it? That's really all he was doing, was being careful, he told himself as he put the card in his desk.

For months, Jim rarely even thought of the card. Then, one day he noticed a letter from the college in his stack of mail. Times had grown tough not just for Jim, but for everybody, and money was tight all around. Though Jim had carried his above average grades with him to college, they were no longer enough to maintain his scholarship. Jim sat crumpled in his chair, head in hands. He would have to delay his schooling and spend the next semester saving for the following term. The thought was not at all appealing -- hadn't he suffered enough? He worked his heart out and sacrificed so much; how could this happen? Suddenly, that little black card loomed large in Jim's mind. Surely it wouldn't hurt to use it for his living expenses. Not luxury items -- just the stuff he was already using. Then he would work even harder, improve his grades so he could get his scholarship back, and then put the card away. Other students lived on credit -- was it really so wrong?

Jim put his plan into action, knowing full well that he might regret it when the bill came. He determined he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He was a little nervous the first time he swiped the little black card, but it worked just fine. All he needed to do was sign. He stayed true to his word, using his credit judiciously. A month passed. Then two. Jim checked every day, but no bill came to him. Worried, he called his uncle. "Don't worry about it, my boy, it's all taken care of," Jim's uncle reassured him. "But..." Jim started to protest, but his uncle cut him off: "It's all taken care of. I meant what I said -- use it as you see fit. I'll tell you what: I'll arrange with your employer to automatically deduct payments from your paycheck, alright?" This eased Jim's mind, and he let the matter go.

In the ensuing months, Jim came to rely on the card more and more. He asked his boss to move him to part-time hours: With all his needs paid for, he could start focusing on his wants, and one of those was more leisure time. The money he earned could also go to wants, rather than needs. Jim felt as if the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders. His wants, however, soon outstripped his income, and he found himself pulling out that little black card more and more often. The card seemed to have no limit; though his purchases grew progressively larger, the card was never declined.

Jim was coming out of the store after one of his larger purchases when he saw a man standing at a nearby intersection holding a cardboard sign. Jim walked over to talk to the man, and found that the man, Andrew, had fallen on hard times. He had lost his job, could not find another one, and had a family to feed, so he stood on the corner begging strangers for money. Andrew's story troubled Jim; he'd experienced hard times himself, and could not imagine having to face unemployment with a family to feed. Jim quickly told Andrew about his little black card, and offered to use it for Andrew's family's expenses as well. Andrew, overcome with emotion, threw his arms around Jim and sobbed thanks into his shoulder.

Word of the miraculous card spread quickly, and soon Jim was inundated with requests for help. Some seemed more legitimate than others, but who was he to judge? Jim accepted them all, and it seemed that in no time half of the town was dependent on the card Jim's uncle had given to him. Jim was thrilled that he could help so many people. Gone were his days of counting change for food; now, because of him, those days were gone for so many others, too. "This," Jim thought to himself one night, "is freedom."

Jim's philanthropic ventures weren't the only thing on his mind. There was a young lady he'd met in class. Sharla. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind -- everything Jim was looking for. And, though he could hardly believe it, she reciprocated his feelings. It wasn't long until he had a ring on her finger. Money no longer being an object, he made sure that their wedding was everything she had ever wanted. He thought nothing could have made him happier, but he had to admit he was wrong on that point on the day that Sharla gave birth to their first child, a darling baby boy who they called Sam.

Sam was just a few days old, sleeping in his mother's arms in their comfortable home, when there came a knock at the door. Jim ran to answer it and found a delivery man standing there with a package. Jim signed for the package, thanked the man, and went back in the house. He turned the box over to see not his name, or Sharla's, but Sam's. Thinking it was a gift for the new baby, he opened it. He was puzzled to find not gifts, but a stack of official-looking pages. He grabbed the first one and began to read.

Jim could feel the blood draining from his face. His hands began to shake. This had to be wrong, this could not be possible. He raced for the phone, punched in his uncle's number, and demanded that the old man get there NOW. Jim paced the floor while he waited, unable to continue perusing the pages in the box. Not possible. Not possible.

Jim's uncle knocked on the door in short order. Jim nearly wrenched the door off its hinges, grabbed his uncle by the arm, dragged him to the box, and thrust the first paper into his face. "How?" bellowed Jim. "How is this possible?!"

Jim's uncle stepped back, stroked his white goatee thoughtfully, and calmly said, "Jim, I told you it was taken care of. You never asked how."

Jim's eyes grew wide. "How could you do this to me? To him? My son, he's just a baby! How on earth can he pay this off?" Another thought gripped Jim, turning him paler still. "Half the town is living on this card! They depend upon it! I can't just cut them off! But if I don't..." His sentence trailed off as he stared in anguish at his son, who had somehow slept through Jim's outburst.

Jim's uncle nodded gravely. "I'll tell you what, Jim. I can help you with this problem as well." He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out another card, just like Jim's, but with a different number on it. "Give him this when he's of age."

Jim was flabbergasted. "You cannot be serious," he said. Another thought occurred to him, and he grasped at it like a drowning man lunging for a piece of driftwood. "What about the payments that were being taken from my paychecks?"

Jim's uncle laughed. "My boy, surely you don't believe you made this much?!"

"Well, no," admitted Jim, clinging to this last tiny piece of hope, "but it's got to count for something, right?"

Jim's uncle laughed again. "My boy," he said again, slightly shaking his head from side to side, "how do you think I've made my fortune?" He stuffed the second card into his stunned nephew's hands, nodded to an equally stunned Sharla, and escorted himself out, leaving a horrified silence in his wake.

And now I will ask you the question that was surely running laps around Jim's beleaguered mind: If you have to steal from and enslave your own children to achieve it, can you truly call it freedom?

Fortunately, this story is fiction.  After all, this sort of abandonment of common sense could never be possible in the real world.  An entire nation could only subscribe to this sort of twisted logic...

...in the Twilight Zone.

Speak for yourself, Bernie.

So the Vast Right Wing Blogspiracy is all atwitter about the revelation of an article written by aspiring Presidential candidate Bernie Sanders (C*-VT) back in the '70s, which seems...er,  just a little non-PC.

Now, as we all know, the Mushroom Media will ignore this, and anyone on the Left who manages to hear about it anyway will find any means to excuse it because Koch brothers or something.  If you doubt me, study the Presidential career of Hillary's husband.  And it's not like any election in the former USA matters one thin damn, since there's no alternative to the Fascist Party:  your only choice is whether you want your tyranny with a red or a blue tint.  But I just had to comment on this line:

“A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy,” wrote Sanders. “A woman on her knees. A woman tied up. A woman abused.”

Excuse The F*** Me?????  Dude, I maintain that if you not only find this sort of fantasy arousing, but actually think it's 'typical,' you really need to be locked away from the rest of us until someone sets your brain straight.  But I shouldn't be surprised, really--seems like everyone we elect to public office these days wants to rape us all in one fashion or another.


*Communist

Thoughts on Mad Max

Some people are Star Trek geeks, some are Star Wars geeks, some are comic book geeks, some are gamer geeks...

...I'm a Mad Max geek.  When I saw The Road Warrior back in 1981(holy crap, has it been that long?  I'm ancient), I was transfixed by the Most Badass Movie Ever.  So, after waiting thirty years for another installment, I was stoked to hear Fury Road was finally happening.

Then I heard all the rumblings about how it was nothing but feminist propaganda, and it sucked, and Max was a pussy, and on and on.  Well, I decided to make up my own mind, so a bunch of us went out yesterday to see it.

Spoilers ahead...

Yeah, you can't really blame them, can you?

I and many conservative bloggers spend a lot of time laying into the Butthurt Brigade.  But, in this masterwork, we are faced with the sobering reminder that WE created these Special Little Snowflakes.  Not just their parents, but all of America needs to share in the blame.

I call these young people out for valuing illusory and subjective safety over liberty. I accuse them of accepting that speech is "harmful" without logic or proof. I mock them for not grasping that universities are supposed to be places of open inquiry. I condemn them for not being critical about the difference between nasty speech and nasty actions, and for thinking they have a right not to be offended. I belittle them for abandoning fundamental American values.

But recently a question occurred to me: where, exactly, do I think these young people should have learned the values that I expect them to uphold?


Today's college students came of age in the years after 9/11. What did we teach them about the balance between liberty and safety in that time?

The answer?  Nothing good, and definitely nothing they needed to know.  RTWT, but be prepared to own some uncomfortable truths.

(HT Tam)

An ironic musical 3-fer

Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh, cry or have another beer.

pssht***glug glug glug***uurrrrrrpp

OK, well, that settled that question.  Anyway, the point I was getting to was the tragicomic irony of the state of America today.  Y'all remember when metal and punk music were all about rebellion?  Do you?  That the whole point was to stand tall and give the bird to The Man?  And now, the kids that grew up on this music have become The Man, and the results are horrific. 

I beseech my fellow Americans of a Conservative and/or Libertarian bent...listen to these lyrics, and try to tell me they don't speak to your hearts:

Jealous cowards try to control!
They distort what we say!
Try and stop what we do!
When they can't do it themselves!



Is that not a perfect representation of what we're facing?  Makes you want to say something like this:

Oh, you're so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don't want nothin' 
Not a thing from you!

Your life is trite and jaded,
Boring and confiscated,
If that's your best,
Your best won't do!



 I don't know what happened, but I'm thinking we're heading for this.  God help us all.

I don't care
What you say
We never played by the same rules
Anyway
I won't be there anymore
Get outta my way
Let me by
I got better things to do with my time
I don't care anymore...

A time for choosing...again.

Profanity Alert, but put on your adult undergarments and get past it.  The brother has something to say!

Did you not know that? That that's what America is?

That America is the right to be different from other people?

I don't see why a store run by a pious conservative Muslim can't demand that women be covered, if that's his bag, nor why a store run by a pious conservative Catholic can't also insist that women cover their shoulders, if that's his sense of what his business should be, of what should happen on property he owns.

Will there be hurt feelings when some are turned away?

Sure.

And who cares? 

(Via Borepatch )

Hey, some guy online mentioned me!

I found this post on some Leftist forum, and man, do I remember that encounter.  NSFW Language Warning.

Two can play at that game...

When Chick-Fil-A founder Dan Cathy was asked his personal opinion concerning marriage, he responded that it should be between one man and one woman.  You might remember the temper tantrums the Left threw about that, culminating in the most unsuccessful boycott in human history.

One fool decided to film himself dressing down a sweet young employee at a local CFA.  His malignant case of overwhelming "Social Justice" smugness apparently had him convinced that:

a)  The personal opinion of the restaurant chain's CEO automatically translated into CFA discriminating against queer folk,

b)  The young lady working the drive-thru had any say in whatever policies a national chain restaurant implemented or not, and

c)  That he was perfectly within his rights to be an absolute flaming asshole, publicize his misbehavior all over the intarwebz, and be completely free from consequences.

Wrong on all counts.

Smith said he lost his job and everything that went with it, including a $200,000 annual salary and over $1 million in stock options.

“It was taken when I lost my employment,” he told “20/20.”

After losing his home, Smith was able to find a similar position in Portland, Ore. But two weeks later, his new boss realized he was “that guy in the video,” so he lost that job, too, he said.

 May God forgive me, but after seeing the Left attempt to ruin peoples' lives over the slightest real or imagined offense...my sympathy level reads in the negative numbers.  Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

(HT iOTW)

Let's do a thought experiment!

We've secretly replaced this article's Communism bent with references to National Socialism.  Let's see what happens!  :)

Worried that you are beginning to hate one of your friends or family members because they have told you that they are a National Socialist?


1 Understand that you don't have to agree with your friend. Many people are pro-Israel, pro-Gay and non-Aryan-Supremacist and that's fine.


2  Show respect to any Nazis you know. Don't constantly criticize their beliefs. They have the same rights of opinions as you do. Ignore their beliefs and treat them based on the respect you feel they deserve.


3  Don't take it personally. Your friend doesn't hold fascist beliefs just to anger you. If you start feeling angry during a conversation with your friend, ask yourself where the anger is coming from. It might not actually have its source in your friend's beliefs. It's okay to be vulnerable.

4  Learn about Nazism instead of making judgments based off of popular conceptions or propaganda. Try reading Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler or Goebbels on the Power of Propaganda by Goebbels.

5  Remember that a real National Socialist does not support a dictatorship of inferior races over the population. Nazis do support what is called a dictatorship but all this means is that the Master Race have control over political power and the state and use this power to defend Nazism from attacks by their inferiors.

6  Consider researching the core beliefs of Nazism, but if you don't you should probably show respect for their beliefs nevertheless. But remember that you don't have to sacrifice your own principles for them.

7  Focus on the better things in your friendship. Don't just argue about fascism vs. capitalism all the time. Life is too short for that. Flowers, for example. They are pretty good-smelling, aren't they?

8  Support your friend if other people pick on them. Nazis have to hear quite a bit of insults about their beliefs, and that is not very fair.

I can hear the squalling now.  "That's not a fair comparison!!"  Considering that the 3rd Reich only murdered around 13-16 million people, and Communism has slaughtered over one hundred million in the last hundred years, that comparison really isn't fair...


...to the Nazis.

It's a legit question.

(Taxed stolen from Outrider)

Dude...wait, WHAT?

Yes, the Evil, Sexist, Racist, Homophobic, Transphobic, Thisphobic, Thatphobic(good heavens, I'm just a whimpering mess of fears, aren't I?  It's a wonder I ever leave the house), and above all ISLAMOPHOBIC Wraith...is standing in the corner of...


...a Muslim.


Yes, it's true.  Because anybody who rolls like this, is all right by me.

Omar Mahmood is a student at the University of Michigan. He considers himself a political conservative and a Muslim. And until recently, he enjoyed writing for both of the campus's newspapers: the institutional, liberal paper, The Michigan Daily, and the conservative alternative paper, The Michigan Review.


After penning a satirical op-ed for The Review that mocked political correctness and trigger warnings, The Daily ordered him to apologize to an anonymous staffer who was offended and felt "threatened" by him. He refused and was fired.


Last week, he became the victim of what The College Fix has described as a "hate crime." The doorway of his apartment was vandalized in the middle of the night; the perpetrators pelted the door with eggs and scribbled notes like "shut the f*ck up" and "everyone hates you you violent prick." They left copies of the offending column and a print-out picture of Satan.

Mr. Mahmood, I salute you.  While I believe that your faith is misguided, you have the heart and attitude of a true American.  Keep on fighting, my brother!

"...it's just that they know so much that isn't so."

Via the illustrious Tam, we have a boilerplate example of how the Left thinks of us.  Seriously, dude appears to be the perfect stereotype of the angry, snarky, frightened Proglodyte, projecting his inadequacies all over people who can actually cope with reality.  Here's his bigoted screed, in italics, which I will answer below.


You’re a scared white person, almost certainly male.


White and male, correct.  Scared?  Nope.  I can deal with whatever life throws at me.  Except running out of beer.  That's terrifying.


You do not live in a major city, or near a university or intellectual hub of any note, nor have you ever traveled very far from your home town, much less out of state or anywhere further than, say, Mexico. Once. And that was enough.


I do not currently live in a major city, because I grew up in them and decided that the crime, traffic and constant light and noise weren't really anything I wanted to deal with.  Oh, and the two metro areas I grew up in were about as liberal as you can possibly get.  I've been to more than one foreign country, and been all over North America.


You do not read complicated books.


My house has a library, and we're running out of room in it.  I've been reading since I was younger than three, and my SAT's are in the 98th percentile.


You do not like new or weird things.


You have no idea how incorrect you are.


You watch lots of TV, mostly Fox News, which rejoices in showing you endless images of angry foreigners and minorities in pain: tear gas explosions, fights in the streets, looting, this time involving sad, small-town black people in Ferguson, all of them protesting the acquittal of that murderous white cop.


There are a handful of shows I watch, but I'm not stupid enough to get my 'news' from any mainstream media outlet.  My TV viewing is likely about 2-3 hours a week.  And, while there are many instances of genuine police misconduct in this country, you've picked one which was actually a clean shoot.  I have no idea why you people support thugs above innocent victims.


Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.  Now, let's see if I can peg you, Mr. Morford.  Just a fun little mental exercise...


You’re a scared white male.  You wouldn't dream of living anywhere outside of a major city, and think that living near a university somehow makes you smart.  You might even have a college degree in something completely irrelevant like Sociology or Gender Studies.  You might have travelled outside America, to all those exciting places in Europe and Asia, but you wouldn't dream of going to such a gauche and uncivilized place like Africa.  Of course, you have completely failed to learn anything of use from your travels.  You did bring back a lot of souvenir knickknacks, though, so all your friends will know how well-travelled and worldly you are.


You read all the books that the cool kids do, like Das Kapital, The Bell Jar, Catcher In The Rye, etc., and can pontificate endlessly about them without actually forming an original thought.


You make it a point to be into whatever the newest, weirdest thing is, just for the sake of it.  You support the rights of women and gays, and simultaneously support Islam.  You're for freedom of religion for everyone but Christians, and you defend free speech for everyone but conservatives.


You get most of your news from NPR and any left-leaning site on the internet, but you'd never dream of reading one thing on the Blaze, Breitbart or any site that doesn't completely support every single Leftist talking point.  On the rare occasion you do encounter a differing point of view, you totally lose your shit and start hurling insults and character assassination instead of arguing the facts.


How'd I do?  ;)

Yeah, pretty much.

If the Global Warming Climate Change The Sky Is Falling people actually want me to take any of their bullcrap seriously, they might try--JUST ONCE--making a prediction of future events that even remotely resembles reality.

I don't know about the science, but the evidence says these fools are full of it.

(Image jacked from Uncle Jay)

Truth for the 'PickUp Artists.'

I take care of dying men... At the end of your lives you don’t sit back and count your conquests, you grieve over the intimacy you were always seeking but never found.

Thanks and praise to the Lord for letting me find it, eventually.

Ironically, it's my birthday.

And some children will never have one.  Here's a comment on this article which you all might find interesting:

I have never had an abortion, but I had a couple of close calls where it was an option to be wrestled with or thought about. I was strictly pro-life in my youth, before I saw personally how decent people using birth control could still end up in such a situation. I shifted from pro-life to pro-choice…and now with more time and (I hope) wisdom I find myself shifting again. 

There are some rules that seem to benefit no one. They may be inconvenient or painful to enforce, to live with. They simply affirm something powerful beyond words to the society that upholds them. 

The value of human life is one of those things. There are human monsters like Stalin for whom humans had no right to live unless they fit into his 5 year plan. If you didn’t fit his plans, if you were not useful to him, you had no right to live. Humans were simply fancy animals, like cattle that could be culled by their owners, the People In Charge. 

Abortion taps into the same underlying assumptions, doesn’t it? It is genocide writ small. The mass of abortions may have been called mass murder, but it still one of the most personal and intimate deaths: one womb, and one human heart. 

It is rejection of the idea that humans are valuable because they are, not because of what they can do for another. Abortion is an affirmation that human life has no inherent value: A life that does not fit into your personal 5 year plan has no right to exist.

Ponder that a while.

Nice retirement plan.

Jay Dobyns, in the employ of the ATF, infiltrated the Hells Angels motorcycle club.  His story is here.  Another upstanding government agent scoring a win for the good guys, right?  Surely, the government would see to it that he was well-protected after this mission, right?


Or not.  In fact, not only were he and his family not kept safe, but the story takes an unbelievable turn:

Retired Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives agent and author Jay Dobyns released an open letter to Congress on Saturday marking the sixth anniversary of the arson of his home, torched after ATF management failed to provide adequate security following a highly dangerous and protracted undercover investigation.


Dobyns is the plaintiff in a contract dispute suit in which he maintains that, following an undercover operation in which he infiltrated the Hells Angels (a story documented in his book “No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey to the Inner Circle of the Hells Angels”), ATF violated an agreement he had with the agency to protect him and his family after credible threats of violence were made. His fears were realized when his house was set ablaze with his wife and children inside, and his alienation from management became complete after the bureau attempted to smear his reputation by maliciously pursuing him as a suspect, despite “two of the nation’s leading arson investigators determined that [he] was not involved."

Instead, real-time leads were ignored, true suspects were not pursued and Dobyns’ telephone calls were illegally recorded. A veteran investigator of numerous high-profile incidents who declared “Jay [is] clean” was removed from the case. That removal was ordered, Dobyns writes, by the same supervisor first named in connection with Operation Fast and Furious “gunwalking” and the death of Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry, by insiders discussing agency abuses on the CleanUp ATF website.

Emphasis mine.  This is Mr. Dobyns' reward for his service.  The Angels aren't choirboys, but I'm thinking he'd have been treated a lot better if he'd have joined them for real.

Wonder how Billy Queen's doing?