*snerk*

From the sidebar at Ace of Spades:

Health Tip!

Conservative, Inc. is going to be flooding your mailboxes with urgent demands that you send them money so that they can "protect you" and "fight the liberal machine" and to "send a message to Biden, Pelosi, and Schumer."

Since I know you're all going to be sending money to completely-successful and fully conservative institutions like Heritage and National Review, I wanted to remind all of you to take a ten minute break every hour of check-writing. Also, give each of your fingers a gentle, sustained stretch, so that they don't cramp up when you are furiously scribbling out checks to people who really, really have your interests, and not their own material comfort and future opportunities to work for leftwing media organizations, at heart.

I must remember to order more checks...

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. 

Desert island punditry

Commentators, pundits and political junkies across the nation and around the world are dissin' on The Donald pretty much nonstop.  They can't understand why so many people support him.  In the case of folks like Matt Walsh, they're positively angry that the Trumpsters supposedly 'aren't taking the political process seriously.'

I love ya, Matt, but that's like saying we're not taking a Monty Python movie seriously.  "I would have liked to think that conservatives wouldn’t fall for the Obama Cult of Personality shtick, but they have."  Dude, for real?  Is that what you think this is about?  Not even close.

I might point out that Mr. Trump has actually built a successful business empire by creating products and services that people wanted to buy, not by force, graft and shadowy donations.  I might point out that Mr. Trump doesn't really care what the Mushroom Media thinks of him, and is actually capable of breaking wind without consulting 27 polls first.  I might point out that Mr. Trump is seen as something new and different in an era of worn-out sequels like 'Clinton On K Street II' and 'Night Of The Living Bush III.'  I'm certain that these things are important to some of the Trumpsters, but I feel safe in saying that many of them don't really care about any of this.

We've simply recognized reality:  The American political process is corrupt to the core.  It's nothing but a dog-and-pony show, and we're NOT voting our way out of this.  PERIOD(no debate pun intended).   Let me illustrate in pictures, for those of you who don't quite get it:

And we've basically given up on folks like yourselves who still cling to this farce.  You remind us of the Japanese soldiers they kept finding on desert islands all the way up into the 21st Century, still fighting World War II, absolutely certain that the Land of the Rising Sun would never surrender to a bunch of round-eyed barbarians.  Even if Mr. Trump--or whoever wins--turns out to be the Second Coming of Ronald Reagan, it's too late.  It is now both culturally and mathematically impossible to reverse this kamikaze dive we're in.  Short of a miracle straight from the Lord our God, it can't be done. And considering our actions over the past couple of generations, He damn sure doesn't owe us any favors.

The war for liberty in America is over.  We lost.  All we can do now is accelerate the collapse and prepare to come out fighting on the other side.  And in the meantime, if we can enjoy the spectacle of Statist Party D, Statist Party R and the Mushroom Media all losing their tiny little minds over being told that at least one person simply doesn't give a fart in a windstorm what they think, that's pretty awesome.  If we'd had more of that attitude over the past few decades, America might have survived.

In the meantime, let it burn and pass the marshmallows.

Oh, look...

...another Special Little Snowflake!  Of course you're absolutely wonderful and the sun shines out of your ass, and nothing should ever ever happen that makes you feel uncomfortable in the slightest!  You have RIGHTS!

Or not.

No, accusers are not entitled to due process, just like the accused. That’s not what due process is for, not how due process works. While creating the appearance of fairness, a word that inherently appeals to most people, it is not an equivalent situation. One points the finger and the other suffers punishment for it.  They are not equivalent positions, and there is nothing “fair” about it. Nor should there be.

No, free speech does not end when it touches something that offends you, and you have no equivalent right to silence those who are insensitive to your feelings.

No, you have no right to feel safe.  You have no constitutional right. You have no moral right. You have no right at all.  You have a right not to be physically harmed, but your feelings, just like everyone else’s, are fair game for bruising.  No one says you have to suffer in silence. Don’t like how your Columbia professor uses classic literature that “triggers” your unsafe feelz? Go to Dartmouth. Don’t like how other people on the internets call you stupid? Don’t be stupid. Or turn off the computer. Or only click on links to cute kitteh pics.

 The guy may be a lawyer, but I won't hold it against him.  ;)

Stupid hurts.

But...but...everyone needs to wrap the world in styrofoam because I raised a non-viable form of life!!

Did you catch the sleight-of hand, there? The dude put the mortar on his head, lit it, and "the accident happened". What accident? The lighter worked, the mortar worked, it was sitting right where he wanted it. Every thing about the whole affair was as on purpose as it gets. Dude killed himself as surely as if he'd stepped in front of a train or suck-started a twelve gauge.

Lady, I'm sorry your kid was an idiot and paid for his idiocy with his life, but just because your kid thought he could breathe water is no reason to make the other kids get out of the pool. Normally I would not speak so to a grieving parent, but you are trying to use the force of law to inflict your grief on everybody else, and that is most uncool.

An idiot-proof world is only fit for idiots.  Just sayin'.

Thought for the day:

Rooting for R vs. D is the exact same thing as rooting for Hulk Hogan vs. Ric Flair.  It's for entertainment purposes only, folks--no one with an ounce of common sense actually believes it's real.

I'll just leave this right here...

(To be fair, Che killed anyone who got in his way, whatever their age, gender or color.)

It's been done on purpose.

Call me a tinfoil-hat weirdo(you will--you always do), but I've come to think there's something sinister behind the pussifcation of America in recent decades:

Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.

Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?

Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.

RTWT, and follow the links.  When did camping become child endangerment?  How did cutting one's food become a felony?  What's the impetus behind this disturbing trend...

...and who, ultimately, benefits?

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.

Of kit cars and Bruce Jenner

OK, now...that wasn't a weird title or anything.

I've been going around and around with various people concerning the whole transgender thing.  Let me spell it out for you so you know where I stand.

Do I believe that a person can have more of the opposite gender in their brain/soul than their own gender?  Yes.

Do I believe that said person is a human being and a child of God, and should not be hassled, demonized or otherwise screwed with?  Yes.

Do I believe that a person can actually change from one gender to another?  No.

Since the entire country is now all about The Bruce "Caitlyn" Jenner thing, we shall use him as an example.

First off, I don't really believe that Mr. Jenner is actually transsexual.  Ann Barnhardt, of all people, pointed out the obvious problem with this quote: 

"I am not gay. As far as I know, I am heterosexual. I've never been with a guy, I've always been married, raising kids."

(As far as you know?  You'd think after six decades, you'd have kind of figured out what you're attracted to.  It didn't take me a third as long to realize that I love plush women, and that's almost as stigmatized as being gay.)  Back to the subject, Ann's response was dead-on:

Um, if Jenner actually believed on even the shallowest level that he was a “woman trapped in a man’s body”, dontcha think he might say something like “I’m a lesbian”?

Yeah, pretty much.  A real MTF transsexual, if there be such, would have said exactly that.  So I tend to doubt the veracity of his claims.  However, even if I'm wrong, "sexual reassignment surgery" is not the panacea its proponents claim it to be*, and, in all honesty, it's an oxymoronic phrase.

Most of you probably aren't gearheads, although, given my mostly conservative readership, I may be wrong on that.  For those of you who haven't heard of kit cars, let me explain.

A kit car is a set of body panels, an interior and a host of other parts that you can graft to the chassis of a donor vehicle to make it look different.  Although there have been kits based around almost any widely-available platform, the most common donor was a VW Beetle, so we'll use that for our example.  You can make that old Beetle look like this(awesome), or this(made entirely of awesome with a side of awesome fries), or anything you can think of.  You can tweak and alter that body so that only the most hardcore, bleeds-motor-oil car freak would notice that things are not what they seem.

But it's still a VW Beetle.

No matter what it looks like, it's not a Porsche 917.  It's not an MG-TD.  It's a Volkswagen Beetle.  It's licensed and registered as a Volkswagen Beetle.  It's got the powertrain and performance of a Volkswagen Beetle.  It can't be anything else, no matter what you make it look like.

When "sexual reassignment surgery" can give a former woman a working penis and testes, or a former man a uterus and ovaries, and can either add or eliminate that Y chromosome, then I'll have no problem believing that one gender can 'transition' to another.  Until then, the whole concept is simply denying objective reality.  Until then, these people have not 'transitioned,' they have been castrated and/or mutilated.  These people are not being 'helped,' they are being reinforced in their delusions by people with, IMNSHO, a very sinister agenda.

So now you know my take on things.  HTH.

UPDATE:  So I wasn't mistaken--we really are bowing and scraping to the insane.

Example 7: A man who had his features surgically altered to (sort of) resemble a woman proclaims himself “the new normal.” No, it’s not normal. It is something than can be tolerated or accepted, but it is not normal. [Body Dysmorphic Disorder] But we are ordered not only to pretend it is normal, but to celebrate his “courage.” And anyone who refuses to buy into the delusion that a person with a penis is a woman is equated to a Klansman or a Nazi.

Good to know.

*  Remember, this study is in Sweden.  The most PC, tolerant, accepting environment for folks with sexual issues that you'll ever encounter.  "Social Oppression" fails as an argument here.

A picture of stupid...

OK...so what, exactly, is there in this list that we don't support?

Humanity, civility, democracy and reason are all parts of a civilized society.  They can only be found in a civilized society.  And a civilized society is created and maintained by obedience to the rule of law(ie; the Constitution), and the means to enforce that obedience(ie; an armed populace).

This picture is made of so much I-don't-get-it that it's about to reach critical mass.  Not to mention using a bare foot to step on a rattlesnake--that takes the sort of stupid that knows what the windows on the short bus taste like.

UPDATE:  OTOH, if you read it like this..."Humanity, civility, democracy, reason--LET'S TREAD ON THEM!"

...suddenly it makes a lot more sense.  But I'm pretty sure that isn't how it was meant.

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

Nothing sinister here,move along...

There is a completely rational explanation for this.  And it's a total coincidence.  And it didn't happen anyway and STFU YOU RACIST TEABAGGER!!

There is no debate. I am living proof that there was a widespread political witch hunt and criminal conspiracy within the IRS. It is also proof that this scandal extended beyond the IRS to high-level Democrats -- including a specific Democratic U.S. Senator. It's all in black and white in my personal IRS tax files. These are facts.

My files have been turned over to U.S. Senate investigators. I stand ready and eager to testify.

Now it’s time for the mainstream media to do their job and connect the dots. 

"Now it’s time for the mainstream media to do their job and connect the dots."  Yeah, right, bro.  Just like the whole U.S. Senate investigation amounting to anything other than empty words, that'll happen right around the Fifteenth of Never.  There is no 'mainstream media' anymore.  Now it's the Mushroom Media, so named because they keep us in the dark and feed us bullshit.

You STILL don't understand what you're dealing with.  Does this make more sense now??

Man, I'm really getting frustrated with this nonsense.  I can understand your average blindly clueless individual believing that we still have a rule of law, but come on!  Mr. Root, you're obviously intelligent enough to see the truth--does it scare you so much that you just don't want to?

Apparently, some people are confused.

This is not rape.

And you, as the victim of such an unimaginable atrocity, are entitled to use the Power of the State to destroy the life of the person who declined to participate in your lesbian wedding.

So, just as anything a terrorist complains about is now “torture,” so is anything a woman complains about “rape.”

I didn’t think I could feel any more contempt for the wedding cake fascists than I already did. I was wrong.

 This is rape.

Police noted in the court documents that the victim is Abdullahi's wife via Muslim custom. Police did not release her age, but Sgt. Trent Crump said she is a young adult.

Police said the victim's parents married her to Abdullahi in November without her knowledge. She learned of the marriage in December and fled the state but returned two weeks later to finish high school.

The victim's family members reportedly took her to Abdullahi's residence against her will on Monday. Police said Abdullahi punched, bit and strangled her before sexually assaulting her.

I'll wait for the protests from the Left over this latter incident, which should be happening sometime around never.

Peter Grant opens a case of whoopass

With minor contextual variations, this is what every single Social Justice Warrior member of the Butthurt Brigade needs to have shoved into their brains--or whatever lukewarm tapioca passes for said organ.

You have not earned the right to criticize one who achieved so much in his lifetime - particularly not one who, even in the context of imperialist racism that every single European nation practiced in the 19th century, could say things like, "I could never accept the position that we should disqualify a human being on account of his color".

You have not earned that right because you have not achieved anything to set against, and be measured against, his achievements.  His example inspired more than one generation, and was remembered long after his death by both black and white Africans.  What example have you set by which to be remembered?  Flinging excrement at statues?

It doesn't matter what color your skin is, or what your background might be, or what your aspirations are.  What matters is what you achieve - and don't tell me that the lack of things of which you feel 'deprived' holds you back from achieving.  That's politically correct claptrap.  Good men and women in every nation, of every tribe, ethnicity, language, creed and color, have achieved great things after beginning in absolute poverty with nothing and no-one to help them.  They earned the right to criticize others on the basis that they proved themselves by their deeds.  You have not - at least, not yet.  When you have, come and talk to me again.  Until then, shut up.

The Rhodes Scholarships that Cecil John Rhodes founded have educated many of the world's leaders, including US Presidents.  His philanthropy is visible in the grounds on which your university stands, which he donated, and in Rhodes University in Grahamstown.  You apparently see no contradiction between deriving personal benefit from his generosity, and throwing excrement at his statue.  Shame on you.

You, my brother, speak the truth.  God bless you.

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)

Good news/bad news

First, the bad news:  Universities, once institutions of intelligence and maturity, are literally nothing more than day-care centers for over-aged children.

The safe space, Ms. Byron explained, was intended to give people who might find comments “troubling” or “triggering,” a place to recuperate. The room was equipped with cookies, coloring books, bubbles, Play-Doh, calming music, pillows, blankets and a video of frolicking puppies, as well as students and staff members trained to deal with trauma.

Emphasis mine.  Congratulations, parents; you've just paid hideous amounts of money to send your supposedly adult children back to kindergarten.  Don't it make ya proud?

(HT Gay Patriot)

The good news is that even in Minnesota The Land of 10,000 Leftists, normal people have finally had enough of the Butthurt Brigade:

“Just left a very hostile moment at Maynard’s in Excelsior. Owners physically pushing us and snatching signs. #BlackBrunchMN”

“The whole restaurant yelled and swore at us. A man followed us outside to keep yelling asking us if white lives matter too. #BlackBrunchMN”

Black Brunch protesters in Excelsior, Minnesota were run out of Maynard’s restaurant Sunday morning by angry customers and staff. The reaction was so swift one protester said they did not have time to take photos.

Be grateful that's all that happened, you race-baiting punks.  It'll keep getting worse until you learn to act like civilized human beings.

(HT Daley Gator)

So, it's kind of even today.  I'll call it a win.

Rational debate?

With these people?

Who has abortions? For most of human history, the answer was obvious: women have abortions. Girls have abortions. Not any more. People have abortions. Patients have abortions. Men have abortions. “We must acknowledge and come to terms with the implicit cissexism in assuming that only women have abortions,” wrote feminist activist Lauren Rankin in July 2013 in truthout.com. She went on to criticize as exclusionary slogans like “the War on Women” and “Stand with Texas Women.”

They're mad.  They're completely and utterly insane.  These are the people you hope to reason with?

Let me know how that works out for you--I'll be buying stock in Thorazine, butterfly nets and straitjackets.

(HT Gay Patriot)

It's da JOOZ!!

Gunslinger has a couple of posts up explaining why, in the words of an old Tom Lehrer song, "...everybody hates the Jews."

Why the Jews?

Tyrants that want to control every action and thought of others are the most threatened by the "rebuke by the very existence" of the Jews, who by definition, i.e., whose very identity is defined as belief in a higher, mightier power than any that could ever be created by a human agent.

The existence of such divine contradiction in their midst renders true-believers in all forms of tyranny—from the Utopian Left with its all powerful, all-seeing State, to the current version of primitive Islamic murderers —unhinged to the extreme. And their first response it to kill, kill, kill that which so threatens their most cherished goals of utter dominance of their fellow man.

Where once I wondered "What do the Jews do to be hated so completely by so many ?"...I undertook to notice who hated them...and realized that considering the character of those who hated them, I wanted to be on the side of the Jews. For surely anyone so hated by so many demons and villains...is on the side of righteousness.

And a follow-up:  Why They Hate

Here's how they pretend it works: Zero-Sum Game claims, falsely, that if Group A has more money, property or wealth than Group B,  it's because A somehow "stole" the wealth from B.

The fact that Group A gets educated, stays employed, works hard, and makes sacrifices, and Group B sits on their asses smoking dope and collecting welfare....

...has nothing to do with it, and if you say it does you're a "hater".


Surprise!  When you look at the groups of people who "hate the Jews"...it's pretty much always the sort of people who think this way...and have decided that the prosperity of the Jews, who do all the right things for success in the world...have somehow "stolen" a part of the wealth that should be theirs.

Yeah, that's pretty much it.

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.