Jonah ‘as one Nipping at ‘is ‘heels

Let us take a trip to the NRO, where apparently, they are grooming a replacement for the cone appointed, current occupant of the “corner” at the Corner. They may have unearthed someone even more stupid though less cheeto stained than Jonah “Fruit of the Loins of Lucianne” Goldberg.

Introducing one ‘eather Mac Donald. Who seems to want to have one of the last words on NYPD fluffing and Mayor ‘atin. Imma gonna start in a few graphs because this one is…let’s just see shall we:

It began on December 20, 2014, when a thug from Brooklyn assassinated two police officers….

I’m sure we’ll get to the what some time down the road, but at least a couple of things stand out. First she just had to use the shiny new code word that is a poor, but slightly satisfying replacement for nigger, kind of like a winger having to take to coffee mate rather than half and half. I feel them their pain. If it were up to me I’d open the gates and let them have at it in public like so many pent up racists have been flinging it freely of late in the comment sections of finer online pallazi.

Thug, assassin, check. By now it should be common knowledge that the assassin in question was from Baltimore, not Brooklyn, but for a woman on a mission it is an easy mistake to make and Brooklyn is of course in the wingnut universe about the pantheon, possibly second only to Detroit a safe word for Niggerville.

Back to Mac Donald. Out of the gate:

New York City mayor Bill de Blasio is “comfortable” with himself. So the city learned during the biggest crisis to hit a New York mayoralty in recent memory. “I’m comfortable with the fact that I’ve always tried to tell the truth and stay true to my values,” de Blasio said in mid January, as police officers across New York City continued a work slowdown that had brought discretionary police activity to a virtual standstill. De Blasio’s breezy self-assurance was revealing but unfortunate, since it was his belief in his own mission as social-justice truth-teller that had pushed the police into revolt in the first place.

I guess “comfortable” is a newly terrifying state of mind for someone longing for the luxuries of hairshirts and self flagellation (for thee of course). Ten to one this is yet another reactionary Catholic. It seems that not only does Mac discuss the continued own goal of discretionary policing, it seems as something that is fine as a tactic because the real criminal in all of this is the Mayor.

Just about par for the course in wingnitpicking sophistry.

Law enforcement in New York may be on the rise for now, but in the long term public safety remains at risk from an activist mayor who sees his base as the anti-police Left.

Blink, blink, blink. this is some quantum shit, effect proceeding cause, cats and dogs, a fucking word salad worthy of Palin.

Indeed, following a grand jury’s decision on December 3 not to indict New York police officer Daniel Pantaleo for the arrest that led to the death of Eric Garner, de Blasio attributed the incident to “centuries of racism.” De Blasio then personalized his racism charge against the NYPD. The mayor worried “every night,” he said, about the “dangers” that his biracial son, Dante, might face from “officers who are paid to protect him.”

At the time, these remarks — based in thorough ignorance of the facts about policing and crime — were a body blow to the rank and file. But after the Ramos and Liu assassinations, carried out in the name of Eric Garner and Ferguson teen Michael Brown, they became a source of visceral rage, as they fed the atmosphere of escalating cop hatred that led to the killings.

This shit goes on for four more rambling pages, and I have only shared maybe a 1/9th of the first page with you, and quite frankly just don’t have it in me to rebuke this package of ahistorical, falsehood, and misinterperative dances with word salads.

Honestly I don’t know how they do it. Though given the quality of craft, subject matter, and publication date, this was a work in progress for the better part of two months running and rent is soon due.



Everything I write could have that title. Fucking White People, the ones who have racing stripes in their underoos, (also fondly known as “Skidmarks” at least that is what the got us kids giggling back in my day) can’t live without the sonorous harmonies of Fox in the morning, Rush in the afternoon, a story or two wedged in betwixt a trip to Walmart, those white people. About half of you netherscratching sons of bitches anyway. Honestly I don’t think as many of your womenfolk are as terrified.

I have a thesis that states that gun control discussions would be opened up in a heartbeat if a band of 20-30 brothers were sent packing with AR-15′s to Walmart’s in open carry states. Worked in California when Reagan was Governor

Something like that would do nicely. Put a nice little racing stripe in even Rush Limbaughs voluminous undergarments……Sorry about that.

Let’s see. Yes, it comes as little surprise that the feds could not bring a case against Wilson, there really was never any hope given the limited latitude they had to work with. So Wilson can now rest easy on his pile of BloodMoney™.

So not a skinhead. And the eyes are asparkle with intelligence.

What happens when terrified white guy encounters armed Negro

The Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office has asked vigilantes to please be careful about which gun owners they choose to attack after a black concealed carry permit holder was wrongly assaulted at a Florida Walmart.


Gotta say this guys has the same look in the eye as the Wilson cat. Let us see what his particular beef was (gonna bet that it was a variation on the theme of breathing while niggering):

According to the Hillsborough Sheriff’s Office, 62-year-old Clarence Daniels was entering Walmart with his legally concealed firearm to buy coffee creamer on Tuesday when he was spotted by 43-year-old vigilante Michael Foster.

Foster, who is white, had observed Daniels conceal the weapon under his coat before he came into the store. When Daniels crossed the threshold, Foster tackled him and placed him in a choke-hold, Hillsborough Sheriff’s Office spokesperson Larry McKinnon explained.

Bravery leapt into the breach. Put an old man in a choke-hold because, well, niggers don’t have rights in this country anymore. This is most certainly the case in Florida. But there is a decent ending to the story insofar as the white guy getting busted.

“He’s got a gun!” Foster reportedly exclaimed.

“I have a permit!” Daniels repeatedly shouted back.

After a struggle, the men were separated. Deputies later arrived and Foster was charged with battery.

“Unfortunately he tackled a guy that was a law-abiding citizen,” McKinnon noted. “We understand it’s alarming for people to see other people with guns, but Florida has a large population of concealed weapons permit holders.”

“Unfortunately.” Yeah, that’s it. The understanding is so cuddly as well. It is almost as if the dude is upset that he had to book the vigilante. One thing the terrified racing stripe crowd seems to forget is that Old Black Dudes know the fucking law. You see an old Black Dude packing, 9 to 10 the guy has a right to do so. Fucking Idiots.

[edit- some days I am a shit ass copy editor. mostly I am actually pretty good but jeebus o peet...not done yet.]



TheyAllLookAlike, Don’tTheyKillHorses

This cat is gonna give the Tea Party response to the state of the Union address tonight. He has a wonderful smile, charming ways and compliments the two guests of the State Department, who are not in fact, Indian nationals. This is some of what we had hoped that the legacy of Martin Luther King might have put a dent in. Whither Wingers, who seemingly, like the poor in the old testament, will always be among us.

I present to you Rep. Curt Clawson of Florida:

Fucking Florida….For those who might be video challenged…

“I’m familiar with your country; I love your country,” the freshman congressman said. “Anything I can do to make the relationship with India better, I’m willing and enthusiastic about doing so.”

“Just as your capital is welcome here to produce good-paying jobs in the U.S., I’d like our capital to be welcome there,” he added. “I ask cooperation and commitment and priority from your government in so doing. Can I have that?”

The American, a state department official answers thusly:

“I think your question is to the Indian government,” Nisha Biswal said. “We certainly share your sentiment, and we certainly will advocate that on behalf of the U.S.”

Parallels certain to exist historically in Rome and Greece, Persia and Egypt escape me at the moment. nonetheless there were smirking idiots who would generally have difficulty finding their ass with a flash light and a map in the midst of taking a dump while slowly strangling the remains of the respective empires.


Brilliant Image. And following a speech, that if the wingnuts want to co-opt King, they better get busy with the time machine.

Since I am a preacher by trade, I suppose it is not surprising that I have seven major reasons for bringing Vietnam into the field of my moral vision. There is at the outset a very obvious and almost facile connection between the war in Vietnam and the struggle I, and others, have been waging in America. A few years ago there was a shining moment in that struggle. It seemed as if there was a real promise of hope for the poor — both black and white — through the poverty program. There were experiments, hopes, new beginnings. Then came the buildup in Vietnam and I watched the program broken and eviscerated as if it were some idle political plaything of a society gone mad on war, and I knew that America would never invest the necessary funds or energies in rehabilitation of its poor so long as adventures like Vietnam continued to draw men and skills and money like some demonic destructive suction tube. So I was increasingly compelled to see the war as an enemy of the poor and to attack it as such.

Perhaps the more tragic recognition of reality took place when it became clear to me that the war was doing far more than devastating the hopes of the poor at home. It was sending their sons and their brothers and their husbands to fight and to die in extraordinarily high proportions relative to the rest of the population. We were taking the black young men who had been crippled by our society and sending them eight thousand miles away to guarantee liberties in Southeast Asia which they had not found in southwest Georgia and East Harlem. So we have been repeatedly faced with the cruel irony of watching Negro and white boys on TV screens as they kill and die together for a nation that has been unable to seat them together in the same schools. So we watch them in brutal solidarity burning the huts of a poor village, but we realize that they would never live on the same block in Detroit. I could not be silent in the face of such cruel manipulation of the poor.


EfffinX When they Roost, they Shit on Everything.


Yep, I just stare at that, blink, blink, blink….

I mean really, I should be the least surprised at yet another open display of the brazen hubris of Southern “Quality”, “Gentility”, “Chivalry”, “Elan”. An ethos that has never ever closely resembled a single one of those things.

“Southern Heritage” and “Southern Culture” are simply pretty phrases used to dress up their true meaning “White Male Supremacy.”

So Arkansas cuts a deal with itself to sully a holiday dedicated to an honest to god American Hero who was murdered in his prime, by adding an honest to god Traitorous Bastard, who got to live out his life in style.

Not enough lipstick in the world to pretty this pig.


Je suis pleurnicheur

I once got a papercut, I’m sure this is the same as being shot.”

Robert Oscar Lopez “The World’s Most Self-Hating Bisexual”, American Wanker:
When I say, ‘Je Suis Charlie’, it’s not kitsch

You may have noticed a few thousand wingnuts drowning the Earth in a wave of semen recently in their excited gasped breaths to capitalize on the massacre at the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo.

Now there’s a lot to discuss regarding Charlie Hebdo. At its basest level, it’s an act of terrorism meant to silence comedy as a tool to deconstruct, to make the other “cease laughing” and instead become afraid (as part of a grand reaction that has its roots in the violent backlash to the Danish cartoon). However, it’s also a piece of a puzzle in a France that treats its minority muslim population much on par with how we treat our black population. And it’s a question of whether or not something is satire per se when it punches down. Not that this means that 12 people killed at Charlie Hebdo (including a muslim police officer) or the 5 murdered in the hostage standoff at a Jewish grocery deserved to die for daring to offend the sensibilities of those who feel violence is a justified response to feeling disrespected or for being laughed at. Rather the opposite. But there is a question on what is determined to be terrorism and what is determined to be par for the course. Like how there is little notice of the NAACP bombing in Colorado and great hesitancy on acknowledging the campaign against unarmed black kids as terrorism because the perpetrators are white. The way “Je suis Charlie” has become a rallying cry and a moment of global mourning that paints a giant target on the backs of Islamic men and women everywhere, but there was no similar outpouring of “I am a feminist” in response to Eliot Rodgers and in fact there was hesitancy to look into root causes.

Additionally, there’s deliberate ignorance to the attacks committed against Muslims, just in the period of time after the attacks in France. Not to mention that while Charlie Hebdo’s workers by far did not deserve to die or even be made to be scared for their lives on behalf of another person’s religious fanaticism, it is nonetheless hard to imagine them as particularly heroic before this event catapulted them to the level of 9/11 martyrs (I mean, I can’t read French, but my eyebrow curls up instinctively when they are referred to as a great “Anti-Political Correctness” magazine as that usually is code for the type of humor that consists of little more than pissing on the powerless from a great height, or at least that’s the case in America).

There’s a lot to discuss about the situation… which is not something that the right is particularly interested nor desirous of.

No, instead, they are desperate for anything that will get people’s minds off of all the cops killing kids and acting like the biggest bully on the playground when called out on their shit and the fact that we’ve been gleefully torturing for a decade now like the happiest butcher at the shop. And will get them back on the subject of how the Soviet replacement boogieman is going to come to your house and molest your children unless you elect Christian Dr. Strangelove to president in 2016.

And that’s almost an extra insult to the dead. That their only purpose and draw is as use as a tool for the interests of bigots interested in continuing their damnable holy war, either as victories for the worst of Islam or as martyrs for the worst of Christianity.

… But that’s all just the first layer of awful. The usual response by chattering baboons only too eager to show their support for anything they hope will lead to more infidel blood filling the streets.

For truly offensive ghoulish capitalization, there is no greater master than everyone’s favorite self-hating bisexual Robert Oscar Lopez, fresh off of accusing his students of trying to snipe, sabotage, and lay “sand traps” for him in his classrooms who has a truly “unique” take.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • I stand with Charlie Hebdo, not as some fashionable, zero risk way to prove my tribal identity, but rather because I know what it is like to face down the kalashnikovs of Homofascism! Truly, being murdered by violent religious fanatics who hate you and want you to die for relatively minor grievances is exactly the same as not being liked by queer students who dare notice me profiting off the worsening of their lives. Truly, I am the real fallen hero who should be praised today.

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I guess that I am going to try to accomplish three things today and at best hope for a marginal outcome on all three. It won’t be the first time that I have been a-Juggiling.

I have been commissioned to repair a letterpress printer of unknown provenance and vintage, so I am going to school and trying to download everything on the subject I can get my grubby hands on. I am going to try to catch up on a lot of reading and whatnot and lastly attempt to cobble something together in this space to deal with the knot in my throat that has numerous drafts devoted and started with the Charlie Hebdo incident and the reaction to same.

Fucking tragedy that was. A fucking tragedy that Vultures had to swoop in and make it about their agenda. Many have written beautifully about the tragedy and its meaning, many more have taken advantage of the opportunity provided in our wonderlicious landscape, to stoke fear, inflame hatreds’ and breed misunderstanding. It is almost as if there was a concerted effort to extinguish empathy from the face of the earth, which is itself a fucking tragedy, and might lie at the root of what sticks in my craw.

A buddy of mine at one of my haunts brought the following to my attention via facebook and I found in its brevity the soul of wit:

Muslim does it = Blame the religion.
Black does it = Blame the Race
White guy does it = Lone wolf, act of a crazy man.

(I paraphrase)

Tracks nicely with what my lying eyes seem intent to show me on a nearly daily basis. The thing that is getting in the way of me catching up on reading and jousting jocular with the alicuratti was the first thing that Roy brought to my attention this morning.

Picture a guy who while involved in shaving related program activities managed to bathe himself in blood. Still alive there is no way that it could be his own, in an attempt to cover the fact that he kept slipping in the blood he has managed to cover himself with about 30 rolls of toilet paper in an attempt to “fix” the situation. I know that I am torturing this metaphor like the teen-aged kid so enamoured of his first whiskers that he can not wait to bloody his face on his first attempt at shaving.

The Charlie Hebdo case has given our usual suspects plenty of opportunity to cover themselves in glory. Charles C. W. Cooke finds a roundabout way to a what-France-needs-is-more-guns argument:

Certainly, things might have been different if the events had unfolded in heavily armed states such as Oklahomhat constructiona or Texas — or, for that matter, if someone in an adjacent office had been possessed of a rifle of his own.

This guy:


Here we fucking go again. “Certainly, things might have…” Right out of the fucking gate. “Certainty” and “might have been,” separated only by “things” in one sentence that pays his fucking bills.

That construction should nuke the rest of his “argument” out of whatever backalley shithole (NRO, natch) nook of the Intertrons from which it hatched. The bloodsoaked stupidity of the rest of his argument which makes sense only in a land populated by M-16 laden Unicorns and Landmines, is simply more butcherblock boilerplate.

Here is the first graph:

To the foreign or uninitiated visitor, it must appear somewhat peculiar that the most prominent, recognizable, and provocative public figures in all of these United States spend the majority of their time in cities that are indifferent toward their security. Taken together, Washington, D.C., New York City, and Los Angeles host almost all of the more controversial media personalities in America; and, taken together, these cities have some of the worst self-defense laws in the country. Had Charlie Hebdo been an American publication, it would most likely have been located in Brooklyn or in Silver Lake or in Columbia Heights — positioned, in other words, in precisely the sort of place in which attacks on its employees would have been most likely to succeed. This, as the French might say, is “absurde.”

Or “merde.” “…in all of these United States…” Who writes like that? I’m afraid words have yet to be invented or have escaped my ken to describe, tripegnossis maybe .

Fuck this asshole.

The usual lineup of Shitbergers we know and love immediately jumped on the bandwagon to condemn the entirety of Islam on the acts of a few Zealous MadMen. Goldberg took to Fox to immediately call out the President for not immediately and at the top of his lungs proclaiming the tragedy a Terrorist attack.

Yesterday LoadPants was at it with everyone else in calling out Obama for not making an appearance in Paris. Dig this argument:

Goldberg said the decision not to send a high-profile US leader to the march is part of a pattern of the administration’s approach to combating terrorism.

“It fits into a pattern that this president and this White House has an ideological rule, that has gone forth, that says, ‘we are never going to overreact to terrorism. We’re never going to make a big deal about the war on terror if we don’t absolutely have to. We always say it’s a lone wolf, an isolated incident, until it’s way too late.’”

Goldberg, however, also suggested another underlying reason for what he said was a serious political oversight.

“I think you can never rule out incompetence as an explanation for anything in Washington,” he said.

The Stones on these people. And you can bet the family farm that had Obama made an appearance in Paris, they would have been singing a different tune. Thank god we have a liberal media.

Personally I think the Hebdo toons such as the are, are offensive. They offend me on many levels, but mostly I think they are in the poorest of form and accomplish nothing other than make bigots chuckle, good people uncomfortable and Murderers Murder. Ha fucking Ha! I understand the impulse to be sure or I would not be here. But I like to think that the work we do here is directed at proper objects of scorn and done with a defter touch. One of the first thoughts I committed to what might have been this piece:

Sandy Hook seems to have had less attention paid than the recent murders in France.

Both were tragic events involving angry and unstable shooters motivated by who
knows what really. In the case of Sandy Hook a child, for all intents and purposes,
shoots up a school filled with children and then himself. of course we will never have a clue of what motivated his actions for he is no longer available for comment.

At the end of the day in France we can only guess what motivated the shooters for as far as we know they are dead and themselves no longer available for comment.

Reams have been written about not only the motivation, but how this plays into the bigger picture, a “clash of civilizations” a fierce battle between the east and west for the soul of humanity, a battle between Islam and Christianity. But we really cant know for certain. There will be no trial, there will be no psychological
evaluation, really, no closure on these accounts.

And there will be none whatsoever. the evil that rules the world will continue to do so, division fomented will continue to provide profit for monsters and the enablers of evil will continue to nip at our heals. The following cartoon from Joe Sacco pretty much sums up my feelings on the subjects involved.


Can We get these Princesses some more Matresses

And I fear this post is going to be offensive to princesses everywhere. Here we go again. Yet another funeral hijacked by a bunch of petulant fucking children with no self awareness whatsoever.


You know the dude in glasses is fucked. He is probably already nursing bruises…

First the shitheels make the first funeral all about them, then decide that they just won’t do their jobs as diligently as they had previously in what amounts to a pretty obvious own goal.

The Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association has warned its members to put their safety first and not make arrests “unless absolutely necessary.”

Which begs and answers a couple of obvious questions…

So last night I was gonna make some dinner, and while perusing the store of planned ingredients discovered that a bag of grated cheese was missing from the fridge. It had been there the last time I looked (within the last day or two.) Now I live in a shady situation, kinda boarding house like, with shared common areas. It is cheap and I need cheap. Anyhow, this has not been the first time that shit has gone missing, and sometimes I let it slide, but this time I was pissed enough to make some noise.

One of the dudes I share a roof with is a kid (early 20′s) who is a shady ass bastard and almost certainly the thief. He is really good at lying, putting up a front and trying to deflect blame on others like he has been doing it all his life. Long story short, I didn’t buy his line, pressed the issue and he got angrier and angrier and at one point demanded that I respect him
and I explained that respect is something that is earned and that he had failed to earn mine. This goes on for a while when he decides to go there and calls me a Nigger, to my face after which I turn to a third party who was observing and said “did he just call me a Nigger?” third party nodded and the kid called me Nigger again. After he realized that wasn’t pressing any buttons he started in on Faggot which also failed to get a rise. By the end of the day he was up to about a dozen Niggers and half a dozen Faggots and still demanding that I respect his pink insignificance.

Upon further reflection last night on the transpirings, It occurred to me that I had experienced the same infantile sense of entitlement that the NYPD’s vaunted boys in Blue. JackAss first demanded my respect after I had called him out on a detailed list of shortcomings.

At least JackAss has a case-worker, and later knocked on my door to (I really didn’t listen) to offer some sort of contrition or rat on someone else, to cover his ass. Something it seems we will not be seeing from the “Most Important Persons in Blue that ever Lived to Serve and Protect Demand some Respect.

Another shot of the Petulant Lot:

If you click to embiggen the picture you might enjoy playing a game I usually reserve for the Republican National Convention, Nascar Races, NHL games, etc, which I like to call “Spot the Brother.” A quick survey of mine came up with two in the shot above, see if you can spot more of them.

These guys are pa-fucking-thetic. There is no other way to put it. They can’t for a minute stand the slightest bit of criticism; taking it as an attack on their very being. This is what happens after a decade plus of unabashed and continuous praise because 9/11 reasons. Prior to that they had a racist shitheel of a mayor that let them run roughshod over the least among them, giving every cop the chance to let his inner sadist’s freak flag a chance to fly. Who knows how many sadistic racist bastards joined the force at that time. So after two decades (or much more) of being able to behave as you please without impunity, the simple request to tone it down via “Stop and Frisk” harassment activities and maybe not kill so many unarmed minorities is taken as the deepest of cuts, a betrayal that can never be forgiven.

They have forgotten that not only does respect need to be earned, but that it can be lost and when lost will need to be earned again. Instead the jamokes feel that they are entitled to and demand respect and use to tools of toddlers to make their point. Below some choice quotes from the men in blue:

These from the beeb.

“The mayor has no respect for us,” retired NYPD detective Camille Sanfilippo told the Associated Press news agency at Liu’s funeral. “Why should we have respect for him?”

Glad this idiot is retired.

Patrick Yoes, a national secretary with the 328,000-member Fraternal Order of Police, said before the new funeral: “Across this country, we seem to be under attack in the law enforcement profession, and the message to take away from this is: We are public servants. We are not public enemies.”

I like the “seem”, as it indicates that the police are now a body driven by feelings, selfish feelings. It seems like law enforcement in this country is afflicted with Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

Dude, if you want us to buy the “public servants” crap don’t act as if the public are your enemies.

From the NYPost:

“I turned my back last week on [de Blasio], and I will continue to turn my back whenever I hear him speak because he disrespected me, Officer Ramos and Officer Liu when he said he warned his son, Dante, to be wary of cops,” said a uniformed cop at the funeral.

This one gets to the heart of the problem they have with de Blasio, that he had “the talk.” I wonder what fishbowl this asshole has been living in lately.

One cop who didn’t turn his back but looked away said, “I didn’t turn my back out of respect for the commissioner. But there’s no way I’m going to look at the mayor. He’s a joke. Everything he says today, he’s doing it to cover his a-?-.”

Classy move buttercup, a move that might have kept you from a beating by yer mates.

One of these days, when I’m feeling frisky, I’ll put one of those NYPD caps on this chap.


And because this image might be attached to one of the funniest things I have ever read on the internets I share with you a picture of one of the Princesses in cartoon form.


Update: Nym in comments suggests the following:

Do you think that mailing boxes of pacifiers to the NYPD would be a good form of protest?

Why yes, yes I do. It would be a perfectly appropriate response.


A Babe Still in Bunting


While the above did not get me out of bed, it certainly delayed my return.

Just Look at that masterpiece. Savor the glowering majesty.

Imagine the premise (as the straight to video dvd cover art asks) and what it would mean.

I had no idea that this thing existed, or imagined that it could. Thanks to an end of the year movie list I was introduced to the horror, the palpitating horror of an alternative history in which the world had to do without America. Only one man could imagine the unimaginable and to him is owed a great debt by the 35 people who watched the thing all the way through.

Well I have imagined a premise of my own.

[Convicted criminal Dinesh D'Souza]

And I try, but I cant imagine if we had missed (blurb from souzaphones about page) this:

Called one of the “top young public-policy makers in the country” by Investor’s Business Daily,[Convicted criminal Dinesh] D’Souza quickly became known as a major influencer on public policy through his writings. His first book, Illiberal Education (1991), publicized the phenomenon of political correctness in America’s colleges and universities and became a New York Times bestseller for 15 weeks. It has been listed as one of the most influential books of the 1990s.

Top young public-policy maker? If putting a poo-stick to paper and scribbling Orwellian screeds makes one a policy maker then I guess I can’t fault the wisdom of Investor’s Business Daily. I mean I thought that elected public officials were the makers of public policy, apparently I was wrong. Without “Illiberal Education” would we have ever had “Liberal Fascism”.

If you think about it this guy put a crack in the door and with a blowjob as a wedge, Jonah Goldberg pried it off its hinges.

The following is an invitation:

I’m Not Surprised When Leftists Start Screaming
They’ve spent a lot of time manufacturing their narrative, and I’m challenging it. See a little of what makes the left so mad—my free weekly emails give you a taste of what I do.

No shit we have…I mean whahuh? Projectoclese forgot his toga and it it not one of those kinds of parties.

Back when he was but a lad of 20 while at the prestigious Dartmouth college his winger bonafides were just taking shape, I mean Reagan had not even been in office for a year, Jerry Falwell was not yet a household name and televangelists were just getting their toes wet.

The Dartmouth Review, a conservative weekly student newspaper funded by off-campus right-wing sources (see 1980), publishes the names of the officers of Dartmouth College’s Gay Straight Alliance (GSA), along with material that had been stolen from the GSA’s confidential files. Many students, faculty members, administrators, and family members did not know that the “outed” students were gay until they read the article in the Review. One outed student reportedly contemplates suicide over his exposure. Review founding editor Greg Fossedal later says, “I felt terrible about it,” and editor [Convicted criminal] Dinesh D’Souza says he and his fellow editors did not know that the GSA had an exemption from the university over making its officers’ names public. According to D’Souza, he merely wanted to attack the secrecy of the funding of the GSA, and accuses the organization of using university money for “gay parties, gay orgies, or whatever.”

Everything a young wingnut needs to have in the tool box, from the “Shultz defense” to “whatever”. I mean “I didn’t know” and making shit out of whole cloth plus a little “ends justifying means” is pretty much all you need to become an influential mind bleeder in right wing circles.


Bow Before Your Boob-Stealing Overlords


[Ed: I think the above represents the Real Kevin D Williamson. Can"t find a picture of the dude with hair]

First article that you could say “Sorry, Hermione, you have a dick now” about and not be talking about fan-fiction

Kevin D. Williamson, National Review of the Transphobic Menace:
A New York State of Dysphoria

Oh goody, goody, goody. We have not covered brilliant biologist (author of the fabulous treatise on how manly sperm creates more boys) and winner of the Totally Believable Straight Person Disguise Award ten years running, Kevin D. Williamson in far too long here.

In fact, this is one of the posts that had me spinning my wheels a little bit, because there has been an outpouring of posts that were either deliberately calculated to push me past the breaking point of snark (mostly arguing that rape is totally fictional and all bitches lie about it, that torture was the A+ greatest thing and now the terrorists will win because we know about it, that black people totes deserve to be shot because they are intemperate in complaining about it, or just crowing on and on about how the latest election means that Obama is totes going to be Impeached any day now for insert made-up crime here) or prime meaty pieces of transphobic bullshittery responding to the slightly greater than average visibility of trans* voices of late.

And not wanting to make the blog an all-trans* or all incoherent rant blog, I instead chose total radio silence and getting sucked into my day job…

Perhaps I should rethink my concerns in the future.

But hey, for those of you who are worried about this turning into yet another episode of Ornery Aunt Cerberus eviscerating the transphobes, I must note that this is destined to be somewhat special.

After all, this is no ordinary trans*-fearing asshole turning to tired “biological” arguments based on a misinterpretation of an inadequate Health class ages past, this is Kevin D. Williamson, a man whose understanding of basic biology is second to none… because people with literally no understanding of biology can probably be trusted to be more accurate and pertaining to reality.

This is a man who literally believes you can make more boys by being ultra-manly and that the argument of Todd “Legitimate Rape” Akin was the work of of a shmot guy, donchaknow.

I’d compare his intellect to mold, but I fear I would be selling the protist and fungi kingdoms short.

So yeah, when he pumps himself up for the “well, you see the reality of biology is…” pose so beloved by ignorant transphobes it holds an extra degree of… well, I should really let you see for yourself.

Shorter (or the last port before Jungle):

  • In a world where we still fail to understand the definition of insurance, these little changes mean we’ll be thrust into an oppressive New York Times led dystopia where innocent God-fearing folks will be thrown in jail, innocent words will be brutalized in the street, and I may one day have to acknowledge the humanity of another person. WOE THE HUMANITY!!!!

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FromHereToVeritude, Dudes

I have no idea where this is gonna end up, but I can tell you where it began. I wanted to see if I could find any right wing reaction to the very classy behavior displayed by NewYork’sFinest™, during the funeral of their fallen comrade Rafael Ramos. I don’t know, but seems to me if you turn your back on a speaker invited by the family during the funeral of their son, you are doing it and many other things wrong


Police officers turn their backs as New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio speaks at the funeral of New York city police officer Rafael Ramos in the Glendale section of Queens, Dec. 27, 2014, in New York.(Photo: John Minchillo, AP)

Turning your back on the mayor for reasons that seem to pass the same difficulty in understanding as a belief that De Blasio was somehow complicit in the murder, or that he somehow tarred the cops in question by shutting down a plaything of theirs (stop and frisk) as well as impugning the sterling reputation of the “force” by having “the talk” with his biracial (African American) son. As I put it yesterday “Fucking bunch of pathetic winy assed wankers. A pack of princess’ who found too many peas under their mattress’ and Rudolph’s Red Nose piss in their cheerios.

Trust theses guys for anything but pocket pool prowess, when not gang tackling minorities…No.”

That is about all the respect that hijacking a funeral to settle a family grievance deserves…

Anywhoo my search has been somewhat in vain re wingnut reaction but I do have the following tabs opened. Front page of NRO and the Corner, and a couple of tabs from the American Thinker open. We will just have to see how long the oxygen supply holds up. In fact I am beginning to think that I should have donned a Navy Mark V diving helmut for this mission, at least running out of air would not be an issue.

Scrolling down the page at the corner I came across another wingnut caricaturist, who not unlike Max Boot was born in Russia,(What is it with these modern day Randians) his name is Roman Genn and he is deep, as you can see in his headshot.
The piece that caught my attention was this excrescence:


Just look at that for a minute. Really, look. What the fuck is that? Really, What. The. Fuck. Is. That.

Upon reflection it occurs to me that it might be a self portrait. At this point it is the only thing that makes sense. The rest of his work is, well, about similarly charming.

As should surprise no one he is a master of the Zeitgeist of Trope™. Warren as an American Indian (she “claimed” some Cherokee ancestry, so fair is fair-amirite?) is funny ’cause reasons. Using the headress of upper plains Indian tribes to make sure your audience of bug-fucked morons gets the picture. Perfect. So yeah fuckhead caught my eye but we must move forward.

At the stinker I cant help but find out about this amazing rash of Negroid Mob violence (says it right there in the title.)

Now an old InternetFriend came up with one of my favorite ideas regarding our responsibilities vis-a-vis the War On Christmas when she asked in the comment section one day nearly a decade ago “…if everyone had finished setting up their War On Christmas machine gun nests” (still kills me) Anyhow we were but a rag tag group that wanted to help in anyway we could. It seems that the war would have been over much sooner if we had known that the Blacks were gonna storm the barricades. I for one would have been there to provide covering fire.

Colin Flaherty just jumps right out to the gate with what is obviously his favorite, well not obvious, really, at all, Hobby Horse; Black Mob Violence. (Our crack team of forensic experts were finally after months of intensive testing, able to determine that the mixture of sweat, sawdust, blood and semen had once been the remains of a “hobby horse”.)

Holidays are a special time for practitioners and deniers of black mob violence. The Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Labor Day and of course New Year’s are among the most popular.

One prays that something that defines what a practitioner or denier of the Dark Arts of Black Mob violence will follow, but suspect that it is assumed I should know, and I am not sure how much of this rabbit hole I wish to plumb. Plus, the sense making, seems utterly lacking in the opening.

But not Christmas. Not usually. Not until this year: Black mob violence and resentment erupted across the country during the 72 hours before, during and after Christmas. And not the “carry signs and send out a press release” kind of political violence.

Is it just me, or does none of what pretends to be a “sentence” in the previous, possess any coherence or make a lick of sense. I mean I have surfaced now so that I can remove the face mask and replace that with my wingnut decoder glasses and still get nothing but questions. Does he mean that for three days before, three days during, and three days after Christmas that there was a spike in something related to the MobOfMudderers™ and their resentful ways, and if so, we still have about fifteen hours left before this reign of terror is over.

If I am charitable, and as there are not three days of Christmas, I must be, he meant the day and a half preceding and day and a half after. I’ll keep mucking the stall in search of the Unicorn of Understanding™. This …”carry signs and send out a press release” seems in want of something resembling citation or definition as well. Lurching forward toward oblivion we go:

This year’s Yuletide racial violence was more spontaneous. More deadly. More old school. Not connected to the recent political protests over Mike Brown, Eric Garner and fill in your favorite atrocity that racist police inflicted on black people For No Reason What So Ever.

I should not be one to talk about editors, ’cause we don’t have any, but for the love of god is there not an editor at the American Thinker? Can I set up a Janus Node with parameters that will file jibberish for me so i can get a lounge chaise on the deck of the WingNutGravyBoat? Examples surely follow:

Let’s start in a small town near Houston called Texas City, where hundreds of black people decided to celebrate Christmas Night at a party promoting “Hood Night.’

Near midnight, one of the patrons found himself in the parking lot, shooting a handgun. When police arrived, he was shooting toward the crowd and ignored orders to drop the weapon.

That is when Hood Night got real: The man with the gun turned towards police and they shot him dead. At least that is what the nightclub owner told local news stations after he reviewed the footage from his security cameras.

This stuff actually seems to read like, well, something that makes sense, though I am not sure how it supports his point as in this case the story ends with dead Black dude.

Off to Chicago, the day after Christmas: The Navy Pier hosted a holiday gathering called Winter WonderFest. During the party, 100 to 200 black people fought, raged, rampaged, destroyed property and fired guns.

In almost every episode in this report, people said guns were fired, but police said they were not. Unless someone got shot.

I’ll leave that without comment so we can move on to Andrew McCarthy who seems to know who is responsible for the Murders of the cops in Brooklyn. Imma gonna take a flying leap and guess that the guy who actually shot the cops is not exactly the culpable party in this case. I really had yet to open that one, and what meets the eye first thing is a picture of Al Sharpton. Lets see where this goes.

A week ago, New York City police officers Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos were murdered in an act of premeditated assassination by a man who was patently inspired by — indeed, was a documented participant in — a radical movement that has brazenly called for cops to be murdered.

I swear to dog that as long as they are yakking about Nig[CLANG]gers, Wingers like McCarthy are free to make shit up out of whole cloth whilst looking over spectacles, smoking a pipe and stroking their finely coiffed Viennese beards. Especially regarding as of yet unnamed dead Nig[CLANG]gers. Entire unnamed movements brazenly…Keep fucking that chicken, Andrew…Lets see what tendentious codswallop follows.

To be sure, not every radical in the movement is down for the cop killing, no more than every Islamist thinks jihadist terror is the best route to imposing sharia. But cop killing is undeniably an aim of a not insignificant part of the movement’s hard core, and a good many more members applaud it even if they would not carry it out themselves. Cop killing is thus a foreseeable, if not inexorable, consequence of tolerating the movement as a well-intentioned display of our commitment to free speech.

Really Francis?!?!? “…undeniably…” “…not insignificant…” “”foreseeable, if not inexorable,…” I gotta ask, are you an expert in the art of Roast Weasel and sauces derived from Weasel reductions?

This morning during my personal symphony in the key of B-Minor I left a great weight in the toilet. I think It will be know hereafter as the “Unnamed Movement” or “Movement without a Name” or “Movement that should not be Named” for it was prodigious.

Thoughtful commentators, including several at National Review, have been quick to assert that responsibility for the murders lies solely with the triggerman. As a narrow proposition, and in a strictly legal sense, that is true.

And in any other universe this would be where the column started and ended, but when you are a Plutocratic Fluffer, a reverse Hookah, if you will, or verily a penii milking machine, what follows must certainly include a “however”.

I cannot agree with it, however, if it is a statement, more broadly, that no culpability should be laid at the feet of the movement and those involved in it:

Round up the usual suspects of wingnut nightmares and you will get the picture.

Last but not least we get to some work I did myself this morning, starting with a screen grab and ending with a transcript. The focus of this one is an old flame, one Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson talking war in an old History channel Documentary on Ancient Greece:


Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson

Here he talks about what warfare was like during these times with sword plunges and spear thrusts…

“You’re dodging spears from men in front, and behind. You probably couldn’t
see or hear, all you would feel would be pressure. You wouldn’t see the sword
plunge that took one of your testicles off. You would not see the spear thrust
that took your head off. You would have no idea what was going on, just the momentum that carried you ahead. All you would be aware of is that you had to push forward and keep stabbing and keep on your feet, and you would hope that everybody else would do that.”

The ability of headless mono-testicled warriors to continue the pressure was at one time the most tightly guarded military secret in the world. No wonder those crafty bastards conquered the known world. They must have been a terrifying site to behold, the din of helmets lolling about, clanking against shoulder pads and other helmets. Anyhow the head pictured above was in the midst of mouthing those words.

Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson on Grecian Democracy:

“Every Athenian knew that he had voted to fight and that this reflected the
majority vote of the citizens and that was not true of the Persian. Whatever you want to say about Democracy, it fields the most patriotic, enthusiastic and often large armies.

And in HansonLand™ the last bit is the tiny thread that justifies the existence of Democracy. When it cries for blood it does so with a patriotic lather that makes a chairborne classicist toes curl, eyes roll back while he fills a silk stocking with milky promise.