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The House Of Special Purpose

16 July 2014 @ 19:24

[NOTE: This is a republishing of a post I originally ran a four years ago]

This is the Ipatiev House in Ekaterinburg, Russia…

It was code-named The House Of Special Purpose by the Bolsheviks.  Lenin ordered that Nicholas II, ex-Tsar of all the Russias, and his family be imprisoned there, but that was not the ‘special’ purpose.  This is the Tsar and his family:

Parents: Nicholas, Alexandra
Children [in birth order]: Olga, Maria, Tatiana, Anastasia, Alexis

On the night/morning of 16/17 July 1918, the family was awakened, told to dress quickly as they would have to leave in a hurry, ushered into a basement room, and were murdered by a bunch of local Bolsheviks.  From Wikipedia:

Around midnight Yakov Yurovsky, the superintendent of The House of Special Purpose, ordered the Romanovs’ physician, Dr. Eugene Botkin, to awaken the sleeping family and ask them to put on their clothes. The Romanovs were then ordered into a 6×5 meter semi-basement room. Nicholas asked if he could bring two chairs for himself and his wife. A firing squad appeared next and Yurovsky announced:

“ Nikolai Aleksandrovich, your relatives have tried to save you, but they had not to. And we are forced to shoot you by ourselves… ”

Yurovsky then began to read the decision of the Ural Executive Committee (Uralispolkom), and Nicholas said “What?” As the weapons were raised, the Empress and the Grand Duchess Olga, according to a guard’s reminiscence, had tried to cross themselves, but failed amid the shooting. Yurovsky reportedly raised his gun at Nicholas and fired; Nicholas fell dead instantly. The other executioners then began shooting until all the intended victims had fallen. Several more shots were fired at the victims and the doors opened to scatter the smoke. Some survived the gunshots, so executioner P.Z. Yermakov stabbed them with bayonets because the shouts could be heard outside. The last ones to die were Anastasia, Tatiana, Olga, and Maria, who were wearing several pounds (over 1.3 kilograms) of diamonds within their clothing, thus rendering them bullet-proof to an extent. However they were speared with bayonets as well. Olga sustained a gun shot wound to the head while Anastasia and Maria were said to have crouched up against a wall covering their heads in terror until Maria was shot down, and Anastasia had been finished off with the bayonets. Yurovsky himself killed Tatiana and Alexei. Tatiana died from a single bullet through the back of her head. Alexei received two bullets to the head, right behind the ear. Anna Demidova, Alexandra’s maid, survived the initial onslaught but was quickly murdered against the back wall of the basement, stabbed to death while trying to defend herself with a small pillow she had carried into the sub-basement that was filled with precious gems and jewels. Military commissar Peter Ermakov, in a drunken haze, stabbed at the dead bodies of the former Czar and Czarina, shattering both their rib cages in a pool of blood.

The bodies were then loaded into trucks, taken into the woods, desecrated, and buried.

This is the room where they were slaughtered in the name of Leftism:

This brutal murder of a whole family was certainly not the first, nor would it be the last, such action perpetrated by Leftists in their various ‘glorious’ marches to bring about Heaven on Earth [hundreds of millions of souls cry-out to us], but in it, in this one action, is to be found the ultimate representation of where Leftism will always lead: to the slaughter of innocent human beings in the name of ideas — ideology.  Logic dictates that there can be no other end.

As long as Leftism is allowed to thrive, to just exist, then the Olga’s, Maria’s, Tatiana’s, Anastasia’s, and Alexis’s of this world are not safe from the barrels of Bolshevik guns.  If the Leftists were to control the world, they would turn the whole of it into a House Of Special Purpose.

SIDENOTE: The whole family have been declared Saints by the Russian Orthodox Church…they are certainly Martyrs of Freedom…

Requiescat in pace


In view of the tens of thousands of lives which the Cheka would claim in the years that followed the Ekaterinburg tragedy, and the millions killed by its successors, the death at its hands of eleven prisoners hardly qualifies as an event of extraordinary magnitude. And yet, there is a deep symbolic meaning to the massacre of the ex-Tsar, his family, and staff. Just as liberty has its great historic days —the battles of Lexington and Concord, the storming of the Bastille—so does totalitarianism. The manner in which the massacre was prepared and carried out, at first denied and then justified, has something uniquely odious about it, something that radically distinguishes it from previous acts of regicide and brands it as a prelude to twentieth-century mass murder.

When a government arrogates to itself the power to kill people, not because of what they had done or even might do, but because their death is “needed,” we are entering an entirely new moral realm. Here lies the symbolic significance of the events that occurred in Ekaterinburg in the night of July 16–17. The massacre, by secret order of the government, of a family that for all its Imperial background was remarkably commonplace, guilty of nothing, desiring only to be allowed to live in peace, carried mankind for the first time across the threshold of deliberate genocide. The same reasoning that had led the Bolsheviks to condemn them to death would later be applied in Russia and elsewhere to millions of nameless beings who happened to stand in the way of one or another design for a new world order.

—Richard Pipes, The Russian Revolution, Chapter 17.


Bob NEVER Asks Softball Questions

15 July 2014 @ 22:02

But, perhaps, I should after watching one of my Grand Nieces play the game this Evening.

That’s where I’ve been and why no posts have been written today, along with the fact that work has been busy as Hell [Summer is not my slow season].

I should be back at it, guns a-blazing, tomorrow.  Apologies.

FYI: My niece’s team [I call her 'Kiddo', after Beatrice Kiddo in the Kill Bill movies] got trounced — and deserved to.  She made no excuses.  I’m very proud of her.

Hey, Jeb! Wanna Be President? Let @ProteinWisdom Run Your Campaign

14 July 2014 @ 21:02

Because Jeff Goldstein has a great strategy that will put you in The Whitey House:

It’s all about the love, you see.   Right, Jeb?

Jeb-Bush-001xWhich raises the question:  why do you even want to represent a party whose base (along with most independents and not insubstantial number of Dems) is at odds with both you and the Obama Administration when it comes to all that caring you exhibit about the noble Other?…

We’re a sick lot, Jeb. We TEA Party conservatives and constitutionalists are an horrific throwback, an amalgam of haters that you can’t and shouldn’t stomach. My suggestion? Take on Hillary and Liz in the Dem primary. I’m sure there are a few things you disagree on, even if you do agree on amnesty, Common Core, and the great need to “compromise” for its own sake, at least putatively (Hillary doesn’t believe that at all; but she’d happily mirror your own willingness to keep moving government leftward slowly, then move quickly once she beats you for having the name Bush).

Do it, Jebby; start now.  Hell, I’ll send you a few pesos to get you started, Amigo.

Su cabeza se parece a un pene!

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14 July 2014 @ 20:33

The Way You Look Tonight: Steyn’s Song of the Week :: SteynOnline.

A Call To Arms From Fifty Years Ago: Barry Goldwater

14 July 2014 @ 20:16

Fifty years ago this Summer, Barry Goldwater delivered a masterful speech as he accepted the Republican Presidential Nomination.

I happened, by chance, to catch a broadcast of it yesterday on C-SPAN’s American History TV and I was struck by how, with a few changes, it is something that we need to hear today, as we struggle to Restore our Freedoms and Liberties in this Post-Constitutional America.

I have taken the liberty of changing the word ‘Republican’ to ‘conservative, because I believe the GOP has become the Party of collaborators, Quislings who have made a deal with the Totalitarian Devil.  Where ‘Republican Party’ was mentioned, I have substituted the phrase ‘conservative cause’.

By ‘conservative’, I include Classical Liberals and those who prefer the term ‘Constitutionalists’, because those who go by one of those three labels share much in common, most importantly in my opinion, that we all reject Ideology.  Further, if I had used the term ‘conservative/Classical Liberal/Constitutionalist, the flow and rhythm of Mr. Goldwater’s speech would have become erratic, like some Modern Jazz ‘masterpiece’.

I have also removed references to events of the time where they interfered with the philosophical message.

I hope you will find this edifying and be inspired…

Barry Goldwater’s 1964 Acceptance Speech

Revised for 2014 by Bob Belvedere

From this moment, united and determined, we will go forward together, dedicated to the ultimate and undeniable greatness of the whole man. Together we will win.

…My fellow [conservatives], our cause is too great for any man to feel worthy of it. …I promise you tonight that every fiber of my being is consecrated to our cause; that nothing shall be lacking from the struggle that can be brought to it by enthusiasm, by devotion, and plain hard work. In this world no person, no party can guarantee anything, but what we can do and what we shall do is to deserve victory, and victory will be ours.

The good Lord raised this mighty Republic to be a home for the brave and to flourish as the land of the free — not to stagnate in the swampland of collectivism, not to cringe before the bully of communism [and the bully of Mohammedism].

Now, my fellow Americans, the tide has been running against freedom. Our people have followed false prophets. We must, and we shall, return to proven ways — not because they are old, but because they are true. We must, and we shall, set the tide running again in the cause of freedom. And this [conservative cause], with its every action, every word, every breath, and every heartbeat, has but a single resolve, and that is freedom — freedom made orderly for this nation by our constitutional government; freedom under a government limited by laws of nature and of nature’s God; freedom — balanced so that liberty lacking order will not become the slavery of the prison cell; balanced so that liberty lacking order will not become the license of the mob and of the jungle.

Now, we Americans understand freedom. We have earned it, we have lived for it, and we have died for it. This Nation and its people are freedom’s model in a searching world. We can be freedom’s missionaries in a doubting world. But, ladies and gentlemen, first we must renew freedom’s mission in our own hearts and in our own homes.

During [six-plus] futile years, the administration which we shall replace has distorted and lost that faith. It has talked and talked and talked and talked the words of freedom. …  Failures proclaim lost leadership, obscure purpose, weakening wills, and the risk of inciting our sworn enemies to new aggressions and to new excesses. Because of this administration we are tonight a world divided — we are a Nation becalmed. We have lost the brisk pace of diversity and the genius of individual creativity. We are plodding at a pace set by centralized planning, red tape, rules without responsibility, and regimentation without recourse.

Rather than useful jobs in our country, people have been offered bureaucratic “make work,” rather than moral leadership, they have been given bread and circuses, spectacles, and, yes, they have even been given scandals. Tonight there is violence in our streets, corruption in our highest offices, aimlessness among our youth, anxiety among our elders, and there is a virtual despair among the many who look beyond material success for the inner meaning of their lives. Where examples of morality should be set, the opposite is seen. Small men, seeking great wealth or power, have too often and too long turned even the highest levels of public service into mere personal opportunity.

Now, certainly, simple honesty is not too much to demand of men in government. We find it in [a few]. [Conservatives] demand it from everyone. They demand it from everyone no matter how exalted or protected his position might be. The growing menace in our country tonight, to personal safety, to life, to limb and property, in homes, in churches, on the playgrounds, and places of business, particularly in our great cities, is the mounting concern, or should be, of every thoughtful citizen in the United States.

Security from domestic violence, no less than from foreign aggression, is the most elementary and fundamental purpose of any government, and a government that cannot fulfill that purpose is one that cannot long command the loyalty of its citizens. History shows us — demonstrates that nothing — nothing prepares the way for tyranny more than the failure of public officials to keep the streets from bullies and marauders.

Now, we [conservatives] see all this as more, much more, than the rest: of mere political differences or mere political mistakes. We see this as the result of a fundamentally and absolutely wrong view of man, his nature and his destiny. Those who seek to live your lives for you, to take your liberties in return for relieving you of yours, those who elevate the state and downgrade the citizen must see ultimately a world in which earthly power can be substituted for divine will, and this Nation was founded upon the rejection of that notion and upon the acceptance of God as the author of freedom.

Those who seek absolute power, even though they seek it to do what they regard as good, are simply demanding the right to enforce their own version of heaven on earth. And let me remind you, they are the very ones who always create the most hellish tyrannies. Absolute power does corrupt, and those who seek it must be suspect and must be opposed. Their mistaken course stems from false notions of equality, ladies and gentlemen. Equality, rightly understood, as our founding fathers understood it, leads to liberty and to the emancipation of creative differences. Wrongly understood, as it has been so tragically in our time, it leads first to conformity and then to despotism.

Fellow [conservatives], it is the cause of [conservatism] to resist concentrations of power, private or public, which enforce such conformity and inflict such despotism. It is the cause of [conservatism] to ensure that power remains in the hands of the people. And, so help us God, that is exactly what a [conservative] president will do with the help of a [conservative] Congress.

It is further the cause of [conservatism] to restore a clear understanding of the tyranny of man over man in the world at large. It is our cause to dispel the foggy thinking which avoids hard decisions in the illusion that a world of conflict will somehow mysteriously resolve itself into a world of harmony, if we just don’t rock the boat or irritate the forces of aggression — and this is hogwash.

It is further the cause of [conservatism] to remind ourselves, and the world, that only the strong can remain free, that only the strong can keep the peace.

Now, I needn’t remind you, or my fellow Americans regardless of party, that [conservatives] have shouldered this hard responsibility and marched in this cause before. …

It was during those [conservative] years that the thrust of Communist imperialism was blunted. It was during those years of [conservative] leadership that this world moved closer, not to war, but closer to peace, than at any other time in the [seven] decades just passed.

And I needn’t remind you — but I will — that it’s been during Democratic years that our strength to deter war has stood still, and even gone into a planned decline. It has been during Democratic years that we have weakly stumbled into conflict, timidly refusing to draw our own lines against aggression, deceitfully refusing to tell even our people of our full participation, and tragically, letting our finest men die on battlefields (unmarked by purpose, unmarked by pride or the prospect of victory).

And I needn’t remind you, but I will; it has been during Democratic years that a billion persons were cast into Communist [or Mohammedin] captivity and their fate cynically sealed.

Today in our beloved country we have an administration which seems eager to deal with communism [and Mohammedism] in every coin known — from gold to wheat, from consulates to confidence, and even human freedom itself.

The [conservative] cause demands that we brand communism [and Mohammedism] as a principal disturber[s] of peace in the world today. Indeed, we should brand [them] as the only significant disturber[s] of the peace, and we must make clear that until [their] goals of conquest are absolutely renounced and [their] rejections with all nations tempered, communism[/Mohammedism] and the governments [they] now [control] are enemies of every man on earth who is or wants to be free.

We here in America can keep the peace only if we remain vigilant and only if we remain strong. Only if we keep our eyes open and keep our guard up can we prevent war. And I want to make this abundantly clear — I don’t intend to let peace or freedom be torn from our grasp because of lack of strength or lack of will — and that I promise you Americans.

I believe that we must look beyond the defense of freedom today to its extension tomorrow. I believe that the communism [and Mohammedism] which boasts it will bury us will, instead, give way to the forces of freedom. And I can see in the distant and yet recognizable future the outlines of a world worthy our dedication, our every risk, our every effort, our every sacrifice along the way. Yes, a world that will redeem the suffering of those who will be liberated from tyranny. …

It’s a truly inspiring goal for all free men to set for themselves during the [first] half of the [twenty-first] century. …

I know this freedom is not the fruit of every soil. I know that our own freedom was achieved through centuries, by unremitting efforts by brave and wise men. I know that the road to freedom is a long and a challenging road. I know also that some men may walk away from it, that some men resist challenge, accepting the false security of governmental paternalism.

And I pledge that the America I envision in the years ahead will extend its hand in health, in teaching and in cultivation, so that all new nations will be at least encouraged to go our way, so that they will not wander down the dark alleys of tyranny or to the dead-end streets of collectivism. My fellow [conservatives], we do no man a service by hiding freedom’s light under a bushel of mistaken humility.

I seek an American proud of its past, proud of its ways, proud of its dreams, and determined actively to proclaim them. But our example to the world must, like charity, begin at home.

In our vision of a good and decent future, free and peaceful, there must be room for deliberation of the energy and talent of the individual — otherwise our vision is blind at the outset.

We must assure a society here which, while never abandoning the needy or forsaking the helpless, nurtures incentives and opportunity for the creative and the productive. We must know the whole good is the product of many single contributions.

I cherish a day when our children once again will restore as heroes the sort of men and women who — unafraid and undaunted — pursue the truth, strive to cure disease, subdue and make fruitful our natural environment and produce the inventive engines of production, science, and technology.

This Nation, whose creative people have enhanced this entire span of history, should again thrive upon the greatness of all those things which we, as individual citizens, can and should do. During [conservative] years, this again will be a nation of men and women, of families proud of their role, jealous of their responsibilities, unlimited in their aspirations — a Nation where all who can will be self-reliant.

We [conservatives] see in our constitutional form of government the great framework which assures the orderly but dynamic fulfillment of the whole man, and we see the whole man as the great reason for instituting orderly government in the first place.

We see, in private property and in economy based upon and fostering private property, the one way to make government a durable ally of the whole man, rather than his determined enemy. We see in the sanctity of private property the only durable foundation for constitutional government in a free society. And beyond that, we see, in cherished diversity of ways, diversity of thoughts, of motives and accomplishments. We do not seek to lead anyone’s life for him — we seek only to secure his rights and to guarantee him opportunity to strive, with government performing only those needed and constitutionally sanctioned tasks which cannot otherwise be performed.

We [conservatives] seek a government that attends to its inherent responsibilities of maintaining a stable monetary and fiscal climate, encouraging a free and a competitive economy and enforcing law and order. Thus do we seek inventiveness, diversity, and creativity within a stable order, for we [conservatives] define government’s role where needed at many, many levels, preferably through the one closest to the people involved.

Our towns and our cities, then our counties, then our states, then our regional contacts — and only then, the national government. That, let me remind you, is the ladder of liberty, built by decentralized power. On it also we must have balance between the branches of government at every level.

Balance, diversity, creativity — these are the elements of [conservative] equation. [Conservatives] agree, [conservatives] agree heartily to disagree on many, many of their applications, but we have never disagreed on the basic fundamental issues of why you and I are [conservatives].

This is a [cause], this [conservative cause], a [cause] for free men, not for blind followers, and not for conformists.

Back in 1858 Abraham Lincoln said this of the Republican Party — and I quote him, because he probably could have said it during the last week or so: “It was composed of strained, discordant, and even hostile elements” in 1858. Yet all of these elements agreed on one paramount objective: To arrest the progress of slavery, and place it in the course of ultimate extinction.

Today, as then, but more urgently and more broadly than then, the task of preserving and enlarging freedom at home and safeguarding it from the forces of tyranny abroad is great enough to challenge all our resources and to require all our strength. Anyone who joins us in all sincerity, we welcome. Those who do not care for our cause, we don’t expect to enter our ranks in any case. And let our [conservatism], so focused and so dedicated, not be made fuzzy and futile by unthinking and stupid labels.

I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.

The beauty of the very system we [conservatives] are pledged to restore and revitalize, the beauty of this Federal system of ours is in its reconciliation of diversity with unity. We must not see malice in honest differences of opinion, and no matter how great, so long as they are not inconsistent with the pledges we have given to each other in and through our Constitution. Our [conservative] cause is not to level out the world or make its people conform in computer regimented sameness. Our [conservative] cause is to free our people and light the way for liberty throughout the world.

Ours is a very human cause for very humane goals.

This [conservative cause], its good people, and its unquestionable devotion to freedom, will not fulfill the purposes of this campaign which we launch here now until our cause has won the day, inspired the world, and shown the way to a tomorrow worthy of all our yesteryears.

I repeat, I accept your nomination with humbleness, with pride, and you and I are going to fight for the goodness of our land. Thank you.

-You can watch the actual speech here.

What a man.  What a Patriot.  What an American.

Bob Recommends: Buy It Now – ‘The Last Falangist’ Review; @Wombat_Socho Shows the Hard Face

11 July 2014 @ 23:57

Buy It Now: ‘The Last Falangist’ Review; Wombat Shows the Hard Face : The Other McCain.

The #BorderInvasion – Sic Transit Gloria Mundi?

11 July 2014 @ 11:49

Trans: And So Passes Away The Glory of The World?

From Breitbart, Daniel Nussbaum reporting, we learn:

46 illegal aliens were temporarily sheltered at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church on Thursday, where they waited to be driven to bus stations after being released at around 6:45 p.m.

Although the immigrants’ final travel destinations could not be confirmed, San Bernardino Diocese spokesman John Andrews told Breitbart News that the church provided “travel cash” to those headed on long journeys east toward New York or New Jersey.

Andrews also said the church was helping the illegal immigrants–32 children and 14 women–buy bus tickets, and helping them navigate the complex bus transportation system.

“The Catholic Church welcomed us,” an immigrant named Bianca told CBS Los Angeles. “We are here, we are okay.”

Bear with me, if you will…

“… In another development,” the voice continued, “Vatican sources have just released to the media, no more than ten minutes ago, a statement by His Holiness, Pope Benedict XVI, the official text of which reads as follows. I quote: ‘On this Good Friday, day of hope for Christians the world over, we beseech our brethren in Jesus Christ to open their hearts, souls, and worldly wealth to all these poor unfortunates whom God has sent knocking at our doors. There is no road save charity for a Christian to follow. And charity is no vain word. Nor can it be divided, or meted out little by little. It is all, or it is nothing. Now, at last, the hour is upon us. The hour when all of us must cast aside that halfway spirit that has long caused our faith to founder. The hour when all of us must answer the call of that universal love for which Our Lord died on the cross, and in whose name He rose from the dead.’ End of quote … It has also been learned that His Holiness has ordered all objects of value still contained in the palaces and museums of the Vatican to be placed on immediate sale, with the proceeds going entirely to aid and settle the Ganges refugees once they have landed. … This concludes our eight o’clock summary of the news. Our next bulletin in fifteen minutes …”

“How do you like that!” the President exclaimed, over the concerto that followed. “I can just hear the good Lord above, complaining: ‘Et tu, fili?’ What else could you expect from a Brazilian? The cardinals wanted a new-style pope. For the universal Church, they said. Well, they certainly got one! I knew him well when he was still a bishop, badgering Europe with his pitiful tales of Third World despair. I remember telling him one day that by wearing down the wayward mother he would only harm the children all the more. You know what he answered? That poverty is all there is worth sharing! Well, he’s keeping his promise. …”

The Camp Of The Saints, Chapter Thirty-Three

The Commission decided that supplies would be airlifted out of São Tomé, and dropped to the armada. Where South Africa had failed, there would be another try, but this time by selfless and generous people, acting in good faith. They would show those poor wretches—and the whole world, in fact—what the white race was really like! In no time the São Tomé airport was buzzing, besieged from all sides. The great mercy-go-round. A hundred planes circling the leaden equatorial sky, waiting their turn to land. The mad scramble was on! Choice morsel of noble emotions. Monumental confection of selfless ideals. Magnificent antiracist pastry, filled with the cream of human kindness, spread with a sweet egalitarian frosting, sprinkled with bits of vanilla remorse, and on top, this graceful inscription, in flowery caramel arabesques: “Mea Culpa!” A cake to tug at the heartstrings, if ever there was one. And everyone wanted to get the first bite … Don’t push! There’s enough to go around! … What a party! As long as you were there, as long as you were seen, that’s all that really counted …

The white Vatican plane was the first to touch down, winner by several lengths. No matter where or when, it always managed to get there first. As if they kept it ready, night and day, for instant takeoff, loaded with medicines, with Dominicans in jeans, and with pious pronouncements. It must have flown faster than sound, at the speed of symbols, no doubt. To equip it, Pope Benedict XVI, impoverished by his predecessor’s whim, would sell his tiara and his Cadillac. But there still were places, here and there, full of simple, superstitious Catholics who couldn’t conceive of a pope without a tiara or a fancy car—the really backward parishes of Corsica, Brittany, Ireland, Louisiana, Galicia, Calabria, and the like—and it never took long for the money to pour in. The Pope, dejected, would give in to those poor, dear souls, and buy back his car and tiara, only to sell them again with great delight—humble saint that he was—the moment world opinion or the pressure of events called for the white plane to fly a new mission. But alas! They kept making him rich. How distressing. He did so truly want to be poor! Lucky for him that the white plane was there to help him out in his hour of need! … A pope in tune with the times, congenial to the press. What a fine front-page story! They described him living on a can of sardines, eating with a plain tin fork, in a makeshift kitchenette up under the Vatican eaves. When you realize that he was living in Rome, that city bursting with health and wealth, chock-full of centuries’ worth of well-gotten gain, you have to admit that this one and only malnourished Roman was giving his all for the cause. (A few diehards in the city even held it against him, for some vague reason …) And so, his plane was the first to arrive at São Tomé. And the Breton villages, with their roadside shrines and their crosses of stone, took up a collection to buy him a tiara even finer than the rest.

The Camp Of The Saints, Chapter Twenty-Four

…Persistent, the papal barge held out longer than the rest, like a stubborn sheep dog prodding the flock. Abreast of the Calcutta Star, she was making her third attempt to board, when a naked cadaver, hurtling down from the deck, fell with a heavy, sickening thud at the feet of the Dominican friars. It was still soft and warm. White skin, blue eyes, blond beard and hair. The man had been strangled. When they loosened the rope eating into his neck and took a good look at his face, they were stunned at the sight: it was one of the great Catholic writers of the decade, lay member of the Council of Vatican III (at the Pope’s own invitation), outstanding reformer, and religious intellect par excellence, known far and wide. Converting to Buddhism one fine day, he had vanished from the Western World without a word, and never wrote another line. From then on, he was known in some quarters as “the renegade writer.” The last white man to see him alive had been Consul Himmans, at the Consulate General of Belgium in Calcutta, a few days before the fleet had set sail. All we need add here is that, as soon as it was dark, they buried him in secret—the Dominicans, that is—on one of the island’s deserted beaches, and that news of his death was never made public, on São Tomé or anywhere else. Such was the decision of the handful who had witnessed his murder. The Vatican, consulted in code, wholeheartedly concurred. Could it be that the Pope was afraid? Did he feel that so foul and unprovoked a deed, against one of the century’s most intelligent figures, whom the whole world had followed in his staggering quest for Truth, might change Western opinion, and turn that distressing demise into a crime of collective proportions? Indeed, we might well assume that a surge of spontaneous indignation would have roused the Western World to condemn the thoughtless wretches in toto, to turn its Christian love to hate, and to close its doors to them once and for all. … No, the Pope had prayed God so long and hard to enlighten the West. He couldn’t be wrong. That could be one explanation …

The Camp Of The Saints, Chapter Twenty-Four

As usual, it was Clément Dio, in La Pensée Nouvelle, who scored the most points. His spectacular special on “The Civilization of the Ganges” had something for all those who thought they could think. Arts, letters, philosophy, history, medicine, morality, the family and society—everything found its way into the issue, signed by the best names in the business. Considering all the wonders that the Ganges had bestowed on us already—sacred music, theater, dance, yoga, mysticism, arts and crafts, jewelry, new style in dress—the burning question, by the end of the issue, was how we could manage to do without these folk any longer! As for the rest of us—spiritual sons of the Latins and Greeks, of Judeo-Christian monks and Barbarians from the East—could it be that what we needed to perfect our work of art was to throw our doors open to the Ganges, even if only to balance the materialism of our present-day life? The thought was advanced with caution, of course, but it came from Clément Dio, and nobody found it the least bit surprising. … And so, the press settled down to its cruising speed, cleverly playing on three basic themes, in varying combinations: the paradise of the West, the Last Chance Armada, and the role of Ganges culture in mankind’s ultimate perfection. Meanwhile, public opinion went sailing off unconcerned, especially since three days had gone by with no word of the fleet, last seen by some fishermen from Madras, somewhere along the twelfth parallel north. Sole item of front-page news. Not much, but something the press could go to town on. No visible connection with any earthshaking event—if “visible” applies in the case of such blind opinion. But the beast gloated and rubbed its claws. The Pope published a tear-jerking message. A few social-minded bishops made something of a stir (in the spirit of Vatican III, they explained), along with the various world committees and philanthropic leagues, worked up by the usual troop of the beast’s unflagging faithful. Just enough to fill out the prologue. At which point the International Ganges Refugee Commission, springing fully armed from the brain of the minister, Jean Orelle, held its opening meeting in Paris. Its members were veterans in the rat race to gnaw at the UN cheese, old hands with UNESCO and UNICEF, with Food and Agriculture, World Health, and UN Relief. They all knew their trade inside and out, and the dictates of their own gilt-edged existence. In short, they decided to sit back and wait.

The Camp Of The Saints, Chapter Nineteen

…In Rome, the Pope is kneeling before a cross, a Brazilian crucifix with a figure of Christ that looks like Saint Che himself, while in Paris, the Cardinal, apostle to the poor, wriggles and squirms on his hard wooden stool.…

The Camp Of The Saints, Chapter Thirty-Seven

Perhaps we are witnessing the end of something here — God help us.

The Children’s Hour: ‘The Bear Is Loose’

11 July 2014 @ 11:09

The juvenile patients are running the asylum…

It seems whenever ‘Barack Hussein Obama’ leaves The Whitey House, someone there Tweets out ‘The Bear Is Loose’.

Obama-ItsMagicOver at Paco’s joint, Minicapt has come up with the best response to that news:

I’d be more inclined to report “The gerbil is loose!”


Very, very fitting, seeing as how, Gere-like, Obama is always up our arses, inflicting near-constant pain, like a hemorrhoid that never heals.

Or…is the phrase ‘The Bear Is Loose’ a subtle commentary on the freehand Comrade Putin has been given by the jug-eared Nancy Boy?

We are so screwed

‘He Has Excited Domestic Insurrections Amongst Us…’ [UPDATED]

11 July 2014 @ 08:58

The parallels keep coming.

From The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition, definition for ‘to excite’:

1. To stir to activity.
2. To call forth (a reaction or emotion, for example); elicit.
3. To arouse strong feeling in. See Synonyms at provoke.

Some of the blog post titles from Donald Douglas’s extensive coverage of the Invasion of America…

-MS-13 Actively Recruiting Obama’s Flood of Illegal Aliens at U.S. Shelters — #BorderInvasion

-Funding for Racist, Open-Borders La Raza Brownshirts Skyrockets Under Criminal Obama Regime

-Aztlán Open-Borders Brownshirts Threaten Violence at #Murrieta Illegal Alien Protest

-Open-Borders Catch and Release: Honduras Illegal Aliens Released by ICE, Reunited with Family (VIDEO)

-Obama Goes Around #Murrieta! Ships Diseased Illegals to St. Joseph’s Church in Fontana, California!

-Report: Sheriff’s Department to Arrest #Murrieta Patriots Blocking Diseased Illegal Alien Buses

-#Murrieta Open-Borders Vigil Astroturfed by ANSWER Stalinists and Che-Loving Anarcho-Communists

-VIDEO: Racist #Murrieta Brownshirt: ‘I Don’t Give a Fuck’ What You Say ‘Cracker Ass’ Bitch…

There’s much more and you can read all about it at Donald’s site, American Power.

Hundreds of thousands of illegal aliens, many of them carrying diseases that had been eradicated in what used to be The United States Of America, are being dumped throughout our country, where they will feed like locusts on our systems and overload them, causing them to collapse.

Our officials and their partners in the Private Sector will not demand they assimilate into Western/American Society and Culture. In fact, these Moral Traitors will encourage the Illegals to do the exact opposite, providing monies and such to aid in the ‘preservation’ of their Third World cultures, thus, contributing to the overthrow of The West. To quote the mantra from the novel The Camp Of The Saints: Could This Be One Explanation?

Barack Hussein Obama, figurehead of The Jarrett Junto, is guilty of encouraging and promoting this Domestic Insurrection, of goading and cheering-on those Domestic Enemies whose main goal is to kill The American Republic by feeding-off it’s flesh and organs in a cannibalistic orgy of grievance and envy — a Rage Virus.

‘A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.’


‘he has excited treasonable insurrections of our fellow-citizens, with the allurements of forfeiture & confiscation of our property’

—From the original draft of The Declaration Of Independence

UPDATE at 2359…

Jeff Goldstein on another kind of insurrection:


Is @AnnCoulter A Loyalist And Quisling?

10 July 2014 @ 20:28

It sure as Hell seems that way.

Jeff Goldstein’s response to her latest column is worth quoting at length because it is dead solid perfect [image mine]:

Writes Coulter (who, you’ll recall, was a Christie booster before she found in Romney more conservatism than Reagan ever showed, evidence, I assert, that some of whatever Bill Maher jammed into her literally stuck):

Quisling-Flag-001-600x375Chris McDaniel, candidate for the U.S. Senate from Mississippi, lost the Republican runoff to incumbent Sen. Thad Cochran last month, and now he is being led down a primrose path to political oblivion. McDaniel’s passionate supporters think that a moment of crisis for the country is a good time to treat control of the Senate as if it’s a prom queen election.

Hoping for yet a third primary vote, McDaniel’s crew is going to prevent him from having any political career, ever again.

Observe that no one is asking Al Gore to run again, except maybe his cardiologist. Even in cases of actual vote fraud, history shows that the contesting politicians get branded as sore losers and destroy their political careers. Better to be magnanimous and live to fight another day.

Actually, Ann, if the GOP establishment thought the country was in crisis they would be cutting off funding to the EPA, blocking Obama at every turn, and making things generally miserable for the Left.  They aren’t.  Instead, they are at war with their base, and have repeatedly, in the House, used the votes of Democrats to get things passed that the base doesn’t support.

In actuality — and of course you know this — the only people doing anything to try to protect our dwindling liberties and moribund Constitution are the very people you sneer are treating their sovereignty and the integrity of representative government as if it’s a “prom queen election.”  Sorry, but that already took place, and we got Lindsey Graham again. Naturally.

So let me put this bluntly:  Fuck the “party”.  If it doesn’t represent you, why would you show it any loyalty?  To keep the Democrats out of power?  Hell, the “party” establishment is literally working with the Democrats to make sure the entire demographics of the country move forever toward a permanent welfare state, so that the GOP can slide leftward and pit themselves as better,  more efficient technocrats than the New Left running the Democrat party.

In both scenarios you’re left with statist cronies and a permanent ruling elite whose sole purpose is to change you into subjects and then rape you of your money, property, and liberty.  Some of us aren’t okay with that.

So cut the bullshit.  We’re on to you.  Time to leave the stage, and take Romney, Rove, Christie, Jeb, and the rest of the entrenched club members with you.

It’ll be the first positive thing you’ve done for your target audience in quite some time.

It’s finally become obvious to me that Coulter is nothing but a huckster, a grifter, who has fed off conservative and Classical Liberal hopes and fears for nearly two decades.

I’m being kind above, because that just puts her in the Criminal Class.

If she’s not a huckster and, therefore, she really believes what she says, then she is deluded harridan Quisling — a now formally Useful Idiot.

A Loyalist rat.

Bob Recommends – Larwyn’s Linx: The Challenges of Diversity by @DirectorBlue

10 July 2014 @ 19:29

Doug Ross @ Journal: Larwyn’s Linx: The Challenges of Diversity.

On Tarring And Feathering

09 July 2014 @ 21:01

It turns out that it is not so violent and destructive an act as we’ve been lead to think.

I came across a very interesting article recently in the Journal Of The American Revolution by J.L. Bell, proprietor of the wonderful blog Boston 1775, wherein he dispels five myths about the practice.

The key is this one:


Tarring and feathering could be fatal.


Tarring-and-feathering-001-350x467The notion that hot tar caused severe, sometimes fatal burns is based on the assumption that “tar” meant the asphalt we use on roads, which is typically stored in liquid state at about 300°F (150°C). But in the eighteenth century “tar” meant pine tar, used for several purposes in building and maintaining ships. As any baseball fan knows, pine tar doesn’t have to be very hot to be sticky. Shipyards did warm that tar to make it flow more easily, but pine tar starts to melt at about 140°F (60°C). That’s well above the ideal for bathwater, but far from the temperature of hot asphalt.

Pine tar could be hot enough to injure someone. The Loyalist judge Peter Oliver complained that when a mob attacked Dr. Abner Beebe of Connecticut, “hot Pitch was poured upon him, which blistered his Skin.”[i] But other victims of tarring and feathering didn’t mention severe or lasting burns among their injuries. Rioters probably applied the tar with a mop or brush, lowering its temperature. Sometimes they tarred people more gently over their clothing.

The most vicious tar-and-feathers attack in Revolutionary America was carried out on a Comptroller for the Customs Service named John Malcolm in Boston on 25 January 1774. Malcolm was not only stripped and covered with tar and feathers but, a Customs Commissioner wrote, he was also “punched wth. a long pole, beaten with Clubs, led to liberty tree, there whipt with Cords, and tho’ a very cold night, led on to the Gallows, then whipt again.”[ii] That official’s sister added, “They say his flesh comes off his back in Stakes.”[iii] As proof of his suffering Malcolm sailed for London with scraps of skin that had fallen off his body, some with tar and feathers still attached. It’s notable, however, that Malcolm made that voyage because he didn’t die. The victim of America’s worst pre-Revolutionary assault with tar and feathers lived for another fourteen years in England.[iv]

Tarring and feathering undoubtedly caused pain and a lot of discomfort and inconvenience. But above all it was supposed to be embarrassing for the victim. Mobs performed the act in public as a humiliation and a warning — to the victim and anyone else — not to arouse the community again. There are no examples of people in Revolutionary America dying from being tarred and feathered.

In the past, I have been against the resumption of the practice of Tarring And Feathering, but, in light of this rather conclusive evidence, perhaps it is time to consider it’s utility in these Tyrannical times?

[i] Peter Oliver’s Origin and Progress of the American
Rebellion: A Tory View
, Douglass Adair and John A.
Schutz, editors (San Marino, Cal.: Huntington Library,
1961), 157.

[ii] Henry Hulton, “Some Account of the Proceedings of
the People in New England; from the Establishment of
a Board of Customs in America, to the breaking out of
the Rebellion in 1775,” André deCoppet Manuscript
Collection, Firestone Library, Princeton University, 224.

[iii] Ann Hulton, Letters of a Loyalist Lady (Cambridge,
Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1927), 71.

[iv] Frank W. C. Hersey, “Tar and Feathers: The
Adventures of Captain John Malcolm,” Colonial Society
of Massachusetts Publications
, 34 (1941), 429-73. Walter
Kendall Watkins, “Tarring and Feathering in Boston in
1770,” Old-Time New England, 20 (1929), 30-43. Audit
Office Files, AO 13/75, 42, National Archives, United

Should John Adams Carry Through With His Threat?

09 July 2014 @ 11:37

On Saturday Evening, 26 April 1777, John Adams wrote the following to his beloved Abigail:

…Do our people intend to leave the continent in the lurch? Do they mean to submit? or what fatality attends them? With the noblest prize in view that ever mortals contended for, and with the fairest prospect of obtaining it upon easy terms, the people of the Massachusetts Bay are dead. …I am more sick and more ashamed of my own countrymen than ever I was before. The spleen, the vapors, the dismals, the horrors seem to have seized our whole State. More wrath than terror has seized me. I am very mad. The gloomy cowardice of the times is intolerable in New England. Indeed, I feel not a little out of humor from indisposition of body. …I am not confined, but mope about and drudge, as usual, like a galley-slave. I am a fool, if ever there was one, to be such a slave. I won’t be much longer. I will be more free in some world or other….

Posterity! you will never know how much it cost the present generation to preserve your freedom! I hope you will make a good use of it. If you do not, I shall repent it in heaven that I ever took half the pains to preserve it.

Should I be able to contact Mr. Adams in The Great Beyond this day, perhaps, I would request that he hold-off on his repenting for a little while longer to give us a bit more time to make ourselves worthy again of his continuing to believe his efforts were worth it — I don’t know.

‘It Is A Tale / Told By An Idiot…’

08 July 2014 @ 21:22

From CNS News, Penny Starr reporting, we learn [tip of the fedora to Drudge]:

The man who heads the federal agency responsible for many of the 50,000 unaccompanied alien children from Central America who have entered the U.S. illegally in recent months told attendees at a conference on Tuesday that those working with refugees should look to Jesus Christ as a role model.

“Jesus was a refugee, and that’s a very good reminder to all of us,” Eskinder Negash, director of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services’ Office of Refugee Resettlement (ORR), said at the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops’ (USCCB) 2014 Migration Conference in Washington, D.C.

…it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing…and Tyranny

SIDENOTE: To all members of The Jarrett Junto [including Herr Negash]: The 19th Century called — they’d like their diseases back.

Welcome To Post-America

08 July 2014 @ 20:45

As I wrote two weeks ago:

…we are now, this day, living in a Post-Constitutional Age, where the national government is operating without any restraints, where there is no limit to what areas of our lives it can invade, where the Sovereign People, who created it, exist at the mercy of the whims of elected officials and the Bureaucrats — the latter, for the most, overwhelming part, answerable to no one, except those Elected Officials working with them to rule and reign over us without obeying the Laws and The Constitution.

The Barbarians have been inside the gate for over a century and are now encouraging more of their own kind — but those with less savvy and low intelligence [ie: more easily controllable by the veteran invader aliens, known as the Left In America] — to invade what once was The United States Of America.

When all of us in this country woke-up this Morning, we beheld a nation, a Society, that is unrecognizable and, with each passing day, will only become more unrecognizable.

We on the non-Ideological Right pride yourselves on not wearing blinders and not taking flights of fancy.  If we wish to be worthy of such descriptions we must accept the following Truths:

-The America we knew is gone; it has ceased to exist because so many of our fellow citizens have willingly allowed themselves to be enveloped by, what has so far been, a Benign Despotism, a Soft Tyranny.

-That America we thought we knew was never Real.  For over a Century, the Left In America has been inflicting Big Lie after Big Lie to the point where said Lies have become ‘The Truth’, while behind the scenes they have been tirelessly working successfully to undermine everything that The United States stood for.

-The national government and most state governments are so corrupted and infected with Leftism that they cannot be salvaged.

-Those of us who want to see the Restoration of our Rights as Americans can trust no one or any organization [such as Law Enforcement and the Military] because they all have been attacked and perverted by the Left.

-We are on our own.

We must either Join or Die.



‘I Have Been Like A Nun In A Cloister’

07 July 2014 @ 21:30

It’s been a very busy and tough day in RealWorld™, so this will have to do.

I happened upon a passage in the book I’m currently reading, John Ferling’s Independence: The Struggle To Set America Free [which I highly recommend as the best history of how and why The Declaration Of Independence came to be written and American Independence to be declared], that quoted from a letter by Abigail Adams to John Adams and I was reminded again of what an extraordinary woman she was and how much she suffered in the name of Freedom and Liberty for America.

I hope you find it as sating and inspirational as I did…

Braintree, 12 November, 1775.

My Dearest Friend,

I received yours of 23d October. I want to hear from you every day, and I always feel sorry when I come to the close of a letter. Your time must be greatly engrossed — but little of it to spare to the calls of private friendship, and I have reason to think I have the largest share of it. Winter makes its approaches fast. I hope I shall not be obliged to spend it without my dearest friend. I know not how to think of it.

The intelligence you will receive before this reaches you will, I should think, make a plain path, though a dangerous one, for you. I could not join to-day in the petitions of our worthy pastor, for a reconciliation between our no longer parent state, but tyrant state, and these colonies. Let us separate; they are unworthy to be our brethren. Let us renounce them; and instead of supplications, as formerly, for their prosperity and happiness, let us beseech the Almighty to blast their counsels and bring to nought all their devices.

I have nothing remarkable to write you. A little skirmish happened last week. The particulars I have endeavored to collect, but whether I have the facts right, I am not certain. A number of cattle were kept at Lechmere’s Point, where two sentinels were placed. In a high tide it is an island. The regulars had observed this, and a scheme was laid to send a number of them over and take off the stock. Accordingly, a number of boats and about four hundred men were sent. They landed, it seems, unperceived by the sentinels, who were asleep; one of whom they killed, and took the other prisoner. As soon as they were perceived, they fired the cannon from Prospect Hill upon them, which sunk one of their boats; but, as the tide was very high, it was difficult getting over, and some time before any alarm was given. A Colonel Thompson, of the riflemen, marched instantly with his men; and, though a very stormy day, they regarded not the tide nor waited for boats, but marched over neck-high in water, and discharged their pieces, when the regulars ran, without waiting to get off their stock, and made the best of their way to the opposite shore. The General sent his thanks in a public manner to the brave officer and his men. Major Mifflin, I hear, was there, and flew about as though he would have raised the whole army. May they never find us deficient in courage and spirit.

Dr. Franklin invited me to spend the winter in Philadelphia. I shall wish to be there unless you return. I have been like a nun in a cloister, ever since you went away, and have not been into any other house than my father’s and sister’s, except once to Colonel Quincy’s. Indeed, I have no inclination for company. My evenings are lonesome and melancholy. In the daytime family affairs take off my attention, but the evenings are spent with my departed parent [her Mother had died recently of Dysentery, caught from the troops and spread to the country-side]. I then ruminate upon all her care and tenderness, and am sometimes lost and absorbed in a flood of tenderness ere I am aware of it, or can call to my aid my only prop and support. I must bid you adieu; ’tis late at night.

Most affectionately yours.


Fortunately, it seems we have many women of such caliber on our side in these dark times.

The #BorderInvasion – The War Of The Worlds

07 July 2014 @ 08:03

In but two sentences, Donald Douglas sums-up the situation:

Diseased alien migrants, overflowing our Border Patrol stations in Texas, shipped to California, and now processed and ready to flood welfare services and local hospitals. All at the cost of local communities. It’s an alien invasion.

After reading each of the reports on the state of affairs at our Southern Border, this phrase always resonates in my head:

—He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation

No one in his or her right mind believes that these illegals will become anything but servants of the Democratic Party, dependents on the burgeoning Leftist Plantation who will vote and protest and riot when they are told to by their Masters — all except those who are committed to Jihad, of course — in other words: Mercenaries of the Left In America.

The Jarrett Junto will exploit the former, but will have no control over the latter, although they will most certainly exploit their committing of terrorist acts in an effort to seize more Power And Control.

The Leftist Elites think they will be able to control both groups — so confident are they in their superior intelligence — but we know that these Emperors have no clothes, that they are merely faculty-lounge warriors, and that they will fail miserably. And that innocents will die.

This nation is descending into Barbarity — a Barbarism actively encouraged and perpetually sufficiently fueled by those who believe they will be able to direct and control it. These Despots are very much mistaken.

Orwell Updated By @Sdferr For The Age Of Leftist Hegemony

06 July 2014 @ 21:19

It was needed:

War is peace.

Freedom is slavery.

Ignorance is strength.

Unity is Balkanization.


But the face of Big Brother seemed to persist for several seconds on the screen, as though the impact that it had made on everyone’s eyeballs was too vivid to wear off immediately. The little sandy-haired woman had flung herself forward over the back of the chair in front of her. With a tremulous murmur that sounded like ‘My Saviour!’ she extended her arms towards the screen. Then she buried her face in her hands. It was apparent that she was uttering a prayer.

At this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmical chant of ‘B-B!… B-B!…’ — over and over again, very slowly, with a long pause between the first ‘B’ and the second-a heavy, murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage, in the background of which one seemed to hear the stamp of naked feet and the throbbing of tom-toms. For perhaps as much as thirty seconds they kept it up. It was a refrain that was often heard in moments of overwhelming emotion. Partly it was a sort of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Big Brother, but still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise. Winston’s entrails seemed to grow cold….

So, apparently, will Sdferr’s in the not-too-distant future…

He could not help feeling a twinge of panic. It was absurd, since the writing of those particular words was not more dangerous than the initial act of opening the diary, but for a moment he was tempted to tear out the spoiled pages and abandon the enterprise altogether.

He did not do so, however, because he knew that it was useless. Whether he wrote DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER, or whether he refrained from writing it, made no difference. Whether he went on with the diary, or whether he did not go on with it, made no difference. The Thought Police would get him just the same. He had committed — would still have committed, even if he had never set pen to paper — the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed for ever. You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years, but sooner or later they were bound to get you.


Clearing Away The Pablum: @Dicentra33 On The American ‘Poor’ [UPDATED]

06 July 2014 @ 19:58

Responding to a column by the ever-reliably-wrong Doug Mataconis, as cited by Darleen Click, Dicentra cuts through all of the BS concerning the eternal Leftist whining about ‘The Plight! Of The Poor In America™©’:



REAL poor people live on the streets of Calcutta, in the cow manure and market waste, for generations on end, because their caste the lowest.

REAL poor people construct makeshift shacks out of bamboo and newspaper on the slopes of the Andes: no plumbing, no running water, no refrigeration, and electricity only if they’ve managed to run a wire to the nearest transformer; the accumulation of informal connections blows the thing up every few days. Oh, and during the rainy season, the shack more than likely slides off the hill.

REAL poor people don’t have free school offered them of any kind: not even bad inner-city schools. They don’t learn to read because nobody will teach them, not because they don’t want to “act white.”

REAL poor people spend most of their day hauling rancid water from a distant well — water that will make most of their kids sick and kill not a few.

REAL poor people have no access to birth control at any price — No Planned Parenthood, no HHS Mandate, no school-distributed condoms. Women die regularly in childbirth and cannot prevent pregnancies after it’s evident she can’t handle another one.

REAL poor people have no dental care — their remaining teeth go every which-way — they are deformed by cleft palates, club feet, spinal curvature, and other problems that we 1st-worlders fix once they’re found. Those who need glasses never get them. Cataract patients go blind because there’s no surgery available. Babies born with handicaps and illnesses are often abandoned or if kept, mercilessly rejected by the society. They get no care, therapy, or treatment whatsoever.

REAL poor people are plagued by heterosexual AIDS. (Perpetrated largely by superstition that education doesn’t fix. When in Johannesburg, my dad tested whether learning Just The Facts, Ma’am about AIDS changed behavior. It doesn’t.)

REAL poor people die of diseases we’ve largely wiped out or have under control: tuberculosis, cholera, malaria, (thanks Rachael Carson!) polio, influenza. To name a few.

Chemotherapy? Dialysis? Insulin?

Not even in their dreams.

American poor live in more square feet than Britian’s middle class. They’re offered free K-12 education with a hot lunch, have refrigeration, running water, indoor plumbing, electricity, cell phones, healthcare, and vaccinations. They’re obese, ill-mannered, emotionally damaged, and difficult to motivate.

But they still live better than my ancestors did on the prairie.

It’s true that “the poor” are not a monolithic whole. It’s true that some are the victims of bad luck and their situation is truly desperate. It’s also true that some…are trapped by generation upon generation of dependency — like captive animals, they have no idea how to fend for themselves in the wild because their captors need the Morality Points for championing their captivity public assistance. They’re not lazy; they’re stuck, and it’s not their fault.

OTOH, some of the poor conform exactly to the stereotype: greedy, lazy, ungrateful, and not worth a plug nickel.

Our ancestors used to distinguish between the “worthy poor” and the “unworthy.” We’d do well to get back to that distinction.

Dead solid perfect.  That is the best refutation of that particular Big Lie that I have read in my fifty-three years on this spinning piece of solar driftwood.  Bravo.

Di wrote that as a comment to Darleen’s post.  I highly recommend you read the commentary left by others in it and Darleen’s, as well, because it shows why I visit Protein Wisdom a least a dozen times per day.

One Possible Quibble With One Of Dicentra’s Points…

She wrote:

…It’s also true that some…are trapped by generation upon generation of dependency — like captive animals, they have no idea how to fend for themselves in the wild because their captors need the Morality Points for championing their captivity public assistance. They’re not lazy; they’re stuck, and it’s not their fault.

It is ultimately their fault if they do not make serious efforts to overcome the very bad hand they have been dealt.  Every single Human Being is endowed with Free Will.  Every single Free Soul is capable of transcending their situation be it physically, spiritually or both.  These kind of people, unless they are blind, deaf, and dumb, have been exposed to some form of Common Sense during their lifetimes if they are of adult age.  They have witnessed it in action in some form.  Therefore, though it may be small in quantity, they possess some knowledge of the methods of overcoming adversity.  Granted, it will be very, very hard for them to attempt such an effort and even harder to succeed, but that’s what we who are not in their horrid situation are here for and what is our duty to provide aid for when we encounter such a person — that is, if we dare consider ourselves Virtuous.

But this is a very minor quibble.

UPDATE on 07JUL2014 at 2049…

Dicentra’s response in the Comments section:

“It is ultimately their fault if they do not make serious efforts to overcome the very bad hand they have been dealt.”

They don’t necessarily know HOW to make such an effort, especially if such an effort means swimming upstream of the “don’t think you’re better’n us” contingent. Precious few people in the world possess the inner strength to buck the contempt of their peers.

Many of those people have never lived in a home where a breadwinner lived — you and I are accustomed to the rhythm of getting up every morning whether you want to or not, doing your job even if you hate it, and putting up with stupid bosses, obnoxious employees, and unfair workplaces. I’ve worked with white kids who came from messed-up homes and they couldn’t deal with the ordinary pressures of showing up every day, on time, and doing your damned job. They were too messed up emotionally even for that.

Furthermore, learned helplessness is a very real thing: most multigenerational poor kids were raised in homes filled with chaos, violence, revolving-door boyfriends, substance abuse, and even sexual abuse. Kids learn that their life sucks, that they themselves are worthless, and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it. Pep talks from distant Republicans don’t do jack to overcome that degree of inertia.

The Left is wrong about why people are poor, but often, so is the Right. We gravely err if we think that pulling yourself up by the bootstraps is a viable option for people who’ve been so enmired by dependency that they can’t even imagine a different life. Our ancestors came from the working classes — they just changed locations for their work, so their “work your butt off” muscles were not atrophied and underdeveloped the way the multigenerational poor are.

No, dammit, you CANNOT blame a kid born into the projects as a 4th-generation welfare client. Such a kid needs the same rehabilitation and training as an abandoned eaglet: keeping it in a cage its whole life and then cursing it for not being able to hunt is arrant nonsense. Release such a kid into the wild and he’ll starve or join a gang. Without hands-on rehab the eaglet has no chance. Reciting vapid platitudes about free will and common sense doesn’t cut it.

Let us not congratulate ourselves for being raised to be productive — or for having the Highly Unusual Ability to overcome the odds. Many American poor would be able to make it if they had adequate modeling, training (LIFE skills, not just job skills), and incentives.

We conservatives could do that, but the Left has encircled them with an impenetrable wall, telling them that we’re monsters who want to put them back into slavery. They hear everything we say as cruelty. In some cases, it IS cruelty.

“These kind of people, unless they are blind, deaf, and dumb, have been exposed to some form of Common Sense during their lifetimes if they are of adult age. They have witnessed it in action in some form.”

No, they haven’t, not without the vile filter that the left places on it. I think you underestimate the emotional inertia that some people need to overcome to stand on their two feet. Alcoholics don’t recover by observing sober men.

Until you’ve worked with someone one-on-one and seen for yourself that the person is vehemently resistant to improvement, you have no place writing them off as merely lazy or unmotivated. And today’s shiftless bum might be tomorrow’s Miracle Story.

Free will requires that two or more options be present. Have pity on those whose lives have been reduced to one dimension by dependency and lies.


Bob Recommends: The On-Scene Report By @AmPowerBlog On #Murrieta

06 July 2014 @ 18:16

TCOTS-Book-Cover-001xDonald Douglas went down to the scene of the California part of  the current Alien Invasion and filed a report.

A highlight:

I was out visiting friends in Temecula yesterday. I drove over to the Murrieta Border Patrol station around 4:00pm. The big July 4th protests had cooled off but there was a heavy police presence on the ground. The cops had blocked off access roads to the alien processing facility. The few protesters on hand were to separated into roped off demonstration areas.

Jeremy Oliver, a conservative activist from Temecula, was on the phone with Breitbart correspondents as I arrived near the police stronghold out front. I spoke with him for a few minutes. He told me that tomorrow could see a major confrontation on the ground. Word is that federal marshals and riot police will be on hand to guarantee the shipment of additional aliens from the San Ysidro station. It’s a tinderbox waiting to explode. More illegals have been brought in over the weekend (“Second Batch of Diseased Alien Migrants Lands in San Diego — #BorderInvasion.”)

Please do take the time to click here and read the rest of Donald’s report, and check out his others on this same subject here.


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