“Something Something Yemen”

27 08 2018

St. Charles

Pics tell all.

Yemen, didn’t Osama bin Laden and 9/11 run through that country in some way?

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A JQ Of Their Own

12 03 2018

East Lansing, Michigan

One of the surprise elements that bubbled up to the surface hard and fast in the hulabaloo and aftermath of Richard Spencer’s address at Michigan State University, and the predictable Profa street antics, was that there is suddenly a yuge fault line opening up in that sector.  Of course, it’s probably been brewing for awhile, but it’s only now that it’s becoming apparent to the outside world.

Hunter Wallace and Narrative Collapse have more.

As much as we despair over the constant beefing and feuding and factionalism in our own sector, it’s even worse among the militant activist left.  You’d be a amazed how the smallest things make them go all Antietam on each other.

But, reading between the lines of this affair, and it’s not hard to see what set this internecine battle off:  The Jews.  The thing that probably has the best chance of tearing asunder the otherwise ascendant left-of-center political space and the coalition of the fringes that serves as its foundation, and something which I think has seeped up into the arena of big state Democrat Party electoral politics.

It all boils down to this:  The Jews have gotten comfortable with the paradigm they’ve engineered and enforced for a long time that all this egalitarian tripe is nothing more than a front for the preservation of their own wealth, power and privilege, which of course is never to be discussed openly.  In contrast, younger militant true believers actually believe that sheeyt, and want everyone, including the Jews, to abide by it.

One of my many bons mots is that the civil rights and immigration liberalization acts of the 1960s in the United States were inevitable, the only open variables were names dates and proper nouns, because the Jews spent the decade of the 1920s gaining control of important institutions, mashed up with the outcome of WWII.  To put it in a true bon mot sense, the country that consummately lauded itself for having helped to beat Hitler in Berlin could not have turned right around and continued to have tolerated segregated lunch counters in Greensboro or walls in Nogales.

All that’s happening here, as typified by the schism within Profa and Co., is that the young far left true believers aren’t letting the Jews get away with their stereotypical “for thee but not for me” hypocrisy.  To the point of fisticuffs.

Netting it out:  Profa has a JQ of its own.





Look Just Up the Street

18 02 2018

Benton Park;  Knoxville

Read all about it.

If the cops want a line on who did it, all they have to do is walk west a few blocks.

In related news, yesterday, TradWorker rallied on the campus of the University of Tennessee, and of course Profa showed up.  Instead of going after TradWorker, Profa chimped out at the cops.  This is hardly anything new — Modern day far left street activists have way more contempt for cops than the “fascists” they’re purportedly protesting.  The reason for that is something I alluded to in my link in the second sentence, and made more plainly obvious a long time ago.

 





War Reenactors

16 01 2018

Chapel Hill, North Carolina; Charlottesville, Virginia

Hoft on a potential serious game changer in the Fields trial.

Note that:

A few months before the clash in Charlottesville, an Arizona chapter of the organization, which was previously known as the “John Brown Gun Club,” released an unintentionally comical video showcasing their “training day.” In the footage, the oddballs are seen shooting at printouts of memes, including Pepe the Frog.

In an interview with ABC News, Dixon described the hours after Charlottesville as feeling like “leaving a battlefield.”

“They’re not just speaking – they’re marching. They’re marching in a way that’s intimidating, as we all know is harking back to the torch light rallies of the Nazi era.”

“John Brown?”  “Nazi era?”

That should sound familiar.

Me, November 14, 2017:

What are the three biggest body blows on behalf of egalitarianism in American history? (Hard core neoreactionaries will say that the very beginning of American history was its own biggest body blow for egalitarianism, but for now, let’s leave that be.)

The Union military victory in the War Between the States, the American participation in the victorious Allied military effort in World War II, and the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s. The third, of course, depended on and was an inevitable consequence of the first two. We beat those big bad evil forces of the Confederacy, Nazi Germany and the Jim Crow South, got those motherfuckers told.

And now, current year, current decade, current epoch, that all these egalitarian-left victories have not resulted in the promised utopia, in the way that the utopians thought should be happening right now? Whence the cheating husband and failed shoe salesman life?

Right, the wedding photo album, the four touchdown game.

The hard left and far left are mentally locked in on their past glory to cover up present disappointment. They’re trying to reenact the WBTS, WWII and the CRM all over again all at the same time.

Let me fill in the blanks: They’re trying to reenact the War Between the States (tearing down Confederate/-ish statues and monuments), World War II (Antifa violence and militancy), and the Civil Rights Movement (marching in the streets and the general enthusiasm for street activism), all over again, all at the same time. They’re reenacting their past massive wins, because the good ole days and ole times sake, and because their massive wins of the past have not resulted in utopia in the present.

We dwell on past glory to paper over present agony.

QED.

This one mashes up the WBTS (“John Brown Gun Club”) and WWII (“Nazi era rallies”) in one fell swoop.





My Unique Take on the Jason Stockley Verdict and Aftermath (Plus the Denouement of This Evening’s Posting Storm)

14 11 2017

Downtown

I know something you don’t know, nanny nanny boo boo.

And with my addled and hobbled brain, it’s rare these days that I can brag about that.

During my involuntary sojourn, in fact, right during my second hospitalization stint in the middle of September, our town got a little too exuberant. It’s very much a stretch to call what happened riots; at best, they were minor civil disturbances. A bunch of BLM types, local white/(((white))) far lefties, and your usual band of professional protestors that schlep from town to town, running around in the middle of streets showing their asses off during the day, and then a few undertow goons kicking in windows during the night. This all could have developed into something much more like the Fergaza Strip, but the cops did a pretty good job keeping a lid on the pot. In fact, the cops did such a good job that I see now that some of the protesters and activist groups are crying uncle to the DOJ, (Jeff Sessions’s DOJ!!!!!), to the Federal courts, and in general, which must mean the cops actually did a great job rather than a good one. Otherwise, to those of you who called these things “riots,” then I bid thee cut out the melodramatic drama queenism.

There’s another thing which kept the exuberance from becoming full blown riots.

Something about how I know something you don’t know. Because, nanny nanny boo boo.

If that which I know would have been discovered and made widespread public knowledge either during the run up to the issuance of the verdict or the height of the exuberance after the verdict, it would have made the disturbances much worse. In fact, I’m very surprised that that which I know wasn’t figured out and made public; I would have thought that the left’s volunteer doxxing army would have unearthed it. That it was not most likely means that very very very few people know this particular secret, and the few people that do know it aren’t telling, and in fact, we’ll all take this dark dastardly secret to our graves with us. Of course, I shouldn’t be talking about “grave” in my condition, considering I almost ended up in one. Doesn’t matter, I’ll wind up in one eventually, and the secret is going with me.

If you don’t know this secret, I should already warn you: DADT.

Another angle that I’m surprised nobody else has picked up on in the whole Stockley matter is the Angela Corey Syndrome. There is a school of thought out there, some of you reading these words believe it, that Angela Corey didn’t really want to try to prosecute George Zimmerman, but succumbed to public pressure, so to reconcile, she deliberately overcharged Zimmerman knowing full well that no jury would convict him. That way, she would get her cake of no conviction for Zimmerman and eat it too by appearing to have “cared” enough to try to prosecute. I think some of that went on with Stockley. Remember, during the trial phase of this case, the Circuit Attorney transitioned from Jennifer Joyce to Kim Gardner. While Gardner was the public face of the Circuit Attorney’s office during the Waiting for Godot of the verdict and the aftermath of the verdict, it was actually Joyce’s CA’s office that started the prosecution. I think Jennifer Joyce was our Angela Corey, in that she didn’t want to prosecute Stockley, but she yielded to public pressure, so she overcharged Stockley, with Murder One, knowing full well that she’d never get a jury (or judge, since Stockley opted for a bench trial) to convict on Murder One. Kim Gardner, OTOH, probably would have started out with the lesser kind of charges that actually had a chance of ending with guilty verdicts.

To end this post, I want to reiterate a theory I came up with so long ago that I was still technically in my twenties when I did. I reverse engineered the hard-to-far left, (at the time, I was only concerned about anarchists, but it’s also true of pretty much the entire universe of hard-to-far left public activism, blacks included), and its most vociferous demands and the straws that stirs its drinks, what gets it out on the streets. I came to the conclusion that it all points back to dope, the desire for a plentiful and legal consequence free supply of what are now considered illicit street drugs. A lot of what transpired in this town post-verdict only served as evidence, not the least of which is that Anthony Lamar Smith was a heroin dealer. Just pay close attention to the news and to the hard and far left, and even some of the more mainstream left (*), and you’ll be amazed not only how often and how intensely they go to the mat and go to the wall on behalf of dope dealers and dope users, but you’ll be angry at yourself for not seeing this obvious correlation which was hiding in plain sight five feet in front of your nose.

I’m going to conclude with the denouement of this evening’s post storm, in light of the fact that I am going to upload this post the latest so that it appears first, and in light of the common theme of many of this evening’s post, which is dope.  The real reason Jason Stockley was prosecuted was NOT necessarily because the Circuit Attorney (either Joyce or Gardner) deliberately wanted explicitly either a guilty verdict or a not guilty verdict.  The point in bringing charges against him was that the process was the punishment, and a signal to all the other cops:  Leave the thug dindu dope dealers alone as long as they stay on the wrong side of the tracks and keep their shit among people who are with the shits, let them have their thug honeypots in the wrong part of town, and do just enough enforcement on the dope crime front to create enough risk in the game to drive the risk-reward continuum to the reward side to create enough profitability to attract the wrong people.  Because, as long as the wrong people are victimizing each other and bing-banging each other, it means they’re NOT victimizing the important people in this town.  N’Deshawntavious mowing down Ooktavious over dope money in Walnut Park means that neither N’Deshawntavious nor Ooktavious are burglarizing houses in Ladue.  If cops get the idea that they can kill dope dealers because they got into questionable conflagrations with them because they didn’t just drive on by and hear-no-see-no-speak-no, then the wrong side of town won’t find staying in the wrong side of town very comfortable, and instead, they’ll start crossing the tracks over into the right side of town where important people live.  I now think, in light of finding out that GENTILIVUS GIANTIVUS was a small time dealer with those “shocking new revelations” that came out on that documentary screened and unveiled at SXSW earlier this year, that this kind of thing was the real subversive reason why the system went after Darren Wilson.

BONUS COMMENTARY

SHOT: St. Louis City Department of Health, the executive level municipal agency that has responsibility over public health concerns in the city, has billboards and bus stop advertisements up all over the city about the opiate epidemic and what to do about it.

CHASER: The St. Louis City Board of Aldermen, the city’s legislative branch, passed a resolution back in September honoring a heroin dealer.

(*) – K-Sue Park thinks she’s so clever in cloaking her concerns behind the notion that a “…black kid who gets thrown in jail for possessing a small amount of marijuana will face consequences that will directly affect his ability to have a voice in public life,” but in reality, what she’s really worried about is that she’s a user and/or her kids are users, and she doesn’t want the cops picking on her or her kids, so she hides her selfish concerns behind the very social justicey cause of “black kids.”





My Unique Take on the Unite the Right Aftermath

14 11 2017

Charlottesville, Virginia

The far left in reaction to Charlottesville (a set of circumstances that, as I see Norm correctly diagnosed in this space during my sojourn, is entirely the responsibility of the McAuliffe/Signer/Sullivan/Antifa axis of evil (*)), is so transparent, yet I, even in the middle of having a far less than fully functional brain at the time I observed all this and thought of this angle, seem to be the only one who thought of it. As an aside, but for the “accident,” I would have gone to C-Ville myself, as I was so planning.

If a marriage isn’t going so well and hasn’t for awhile, and the wife finds smoking gun proof that the husband is cheating, the first thing she does is get out the wedding DVD or wedding photo album and start watching it slash looking at it, and then she cries her eyes out either during or after.

Al Bundy’s life in middle age was crummy. So what did he do? Constantly reminisce about his four touchdown game in high school.

If you’re a disappointed Trump supporter these days, you try to paper over your despondency by going back and watching Election Night 2016 coverage on YouTube. Yes, I’ll get to him in another item in today’s post storm.

The point here is that when things aren’t going that well in a particular aspect of our lives, our natural habit is to dwell on the past when that aspect of our lives was new, and we had so much (perhaps naive) hope for the future and hope for the thing that was beginning. The wedding day, the four touchdown game. All to mask the cold hard reality that he turned out to be a cheating dog, and his life went all downhill and shoe salesman from there.

Net it out: We dwell on past glory to paper over present agony.

Let’s loop this back around to Charlottesville and the far left.

What are the three biggest body blows on behalf of egalitarianism in American history? (Hard core neoreactionaries will say that the very beginning of American history was its own biggest body blow for egalitarianism, but for now, let’s leave that be.)

The Union military victory in the War Between the States, the American participation in the victorious Allied military effort in World War II, and the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s. The third, of course, depended on and was an inevitable consequence of the first two. We beat those big bad evil forces of the Confederacy, Nazi Germany and the Jim Crow South, got those motherfuckers told.

And now, current year, current decade, current epoch, that all these egalitarian-left victories have not resulted in the promised utopia, in the way that the utopians thought should be happening right now? Whence the cheating husband and failed shoe salesman life?

Right, the wedding photo album, the four touchdown game.

The hard left and far left are mentally locked in on their past glory to cover up present disappointment. They’re trying to reenact the WBTS, WWII and the CRM all over again all at the same time.

Let me fill in the blanks: They’re trying to reenact the War Between the States (tearing down Confederate/-ish statues and monuments), World War II (Antifa violence and militancy), and the Civil Rights Movement (marching in the streets and the general enthusiasm for street activism), all over again, all at the same time. They’re reenacting their past massive wins, because the good ole days and ole times sake, and because their massive wins of the past have not resulted in utopia in the present.

We dwell on past glory to paper over present agony.

Another angle, one that that may or may not be unique to my formulation, is that C-Ville itself, August 11 and 12, is that those two days were basically a good ole fashioned primal imperative battle over territory, with the ideological preening serving as an opaque front for the racial-ethnic-tribal angst between normal “white bread” gentile white cishet people on our side, and largely blacks and Jews on the enemy side. Our tribe invaded the turf of an enemy tribe, the enemy tribe defended its turf (“Whose streets? Our streets!”). Of course, the enemy side had indispensable help from mercenaries, i.e. people who get to wield badges and guns and whose paychecks are signed by either Terry McAuliffe or Michael Signer or Teresa Sullivan.

Warning: This should NOT be interpreted to mean that they’re losing power.

Note:  This post segues into another item in today’s post storm, about Hamilton the musical.

BONUS OBSERVATION

Antifa and Co. were supposed to overthrow the system and overthrow the evil regime, Saturday before last, but it turned out to be a big flop.  So much so that they hardly had any turnout in Portland, Oregon, which is saying quite a lot.

I can uniquely explain that, too.

Antifa as a movement is in reality a word that is often used to describe us:  Reactionary.  You can see that in the name of their movement:  Antifa, aka Anti-Fa, aka Anti-Fascist.  Plain words, if there’s no plausible fascism, then there’s no point in organizing against it.  Can’t spell antifa without fa.  The reason the November 4 Uprising plonked is that there were no fas to be anti over.  It’s one thing to construe people like me, much less a typical alt-liter, much less still an enhanced normiecon, as a fascist that needs to be resisted NOW otherwise gas chambers.  When we (and by “we,” I mean specifically the Alt-Right per my definition) do public events and street theater, we’re an easy obvious visible target for Antifa, so that’s why they show up.  The problem for the November 4 organizers was that they didn’t provide enough of a plausible believable fascist enemy, and, as it turned out, the person of Donald J. Trump doesn’t make a good fa.

(*) – Norm, the words you’re looking for are “moral suasion.”





The Foamer’s Dilemma (My Somewhat Unique Take on the Psychology Beind the Anti-Cop Activism of Urban White Leftists)

14 11 2017

Benton Park West

I also see during my involuntary sojourn, Norm showed you the story of a SLPD detective being shot on the corner where the coffee house called Foam can be found, Foam of course is one of the big hubs and nodes for white leftist anti-police activism in the city, similar to Mokabe. Just to be perfectly clear , I don’t think Norm was insinuating that Foam, its owners, employees or patrons, had anything to do with it; Just wanted to get that out of the way for legal reasons.  And, as it turned out, at least in terms of the suspect, and, again with the disclaimer, innocent until proven guilty, it was indeed the black undertow just dinduing on.

As you read here in another one of the items in today’s post storm, the Jason Stockley post, and it has made cameo appearances in other posts, the desire for legal consequence-free illicit dope is one of the things that really motivates and informs the hard left and far left (of all races). But I think there’s also something else going on psychologically to explain the urban whites among them, in particular.

A protection racket.

Begging the wolf to eat him last.

Pretend you either own Foam, or work for Foam, or regularly patronize Foam. Pretend you’re the typical kind of person who is in Foam’s socio-economic-political-cultural wheelhouse. Considering the neighborhood, (Cherokee and Jefferson), you realize there are two chronic threats of bodily violence against your person: Either the (usually) legal, above board, official violence of the SLPD, or the (usually) illegal, illicit violence from the black undertow. Way more the latter than the former.

So, let’s look at Libra’s Scales. On the one side is an official law enforcement agency that is majority white in terms of employee and agent constitution, that has rules of engagement, a use of force policy, a high speed pursuit razor, an internal review and affairs bureaucracy, and people from the state and Feds gazing down on them from on high like the Eye of Sauron (Soros). Now, they also have to worry about the anti-police Soros whore that St. Louis City has for a Circuit Attorney. Even looking past all that, most cops and most law enforcement officers act professionally most of the time. On the other side, you have the bloods and the crips, or whatever black gangs, crews or sets exist in those neighborhoods these days. They don’t have a use of force policy, and they don’t have an internal affairs board, and they don’t have evolved institutionally ingrained precepts of professionalism.

Put it all together, and what do you have?

You can hate the cops all you want as a matter of official business policy, and sell all the “I Hate the Police” books you can out of your business with the official imprimatur of the business, but you can do all that with the comfort of the full knowledge of the fact that the cops you hate so much won’t treat you any differently than they would if you were not anti-cop, because of the cops’ professionalism. Meanwhile, if you promulgate the notion that your business doesn’t like black crime or black gangs, well then, N’Deshawntavious from down the block is coming to see you, and he won’t be coming by to buy an $8 cup of espresso-grade Costa Rican Tarrazu Dota.

Faced with that dilemma, what’s the best thing to do? Right, pretend to side with the local promulgators of unofficial, wanton, impulsive violence and against those folks’ enemies of the local promulgators of official, reasoned, restrained, purposeful violence. Meaning, “Black Lives Matter” signs in your windows and anti-police books for sale inside the joint. Especially since, because you’re a white leftist, you already have a built-in predilection against the cops, because they interfere with the dope you love so much.  And if you happen to be a gay man on top of all that, you have extra added motivations. Which is why, for example, Foam Coffee and Beer on the corner of Cherokee and Jefferson will have “Black Lives Matter” signs in their windows, but Marx Hardware and Paint on the corner of 14th and Benton in the Old North neighborhood won’t, even though Marx faces the same SLPD vs black undertow dilemma that Foam faces, and even though Marx is right there in the middle of an even worse black undertow than what one finds in the areas around Cherokee Street, and even though Marx’s owner-employee-patron demographics are just as white as Foam’s, because Marx’s owners’/employees’/patrons’ socio-political proclivities (not interested in dope) are the polar opposite of that of Foam’s (interested in dope).

Scale this kind of thing up to an entire continent, this is why Official Europe hearts Islam and hates Christianity.

Protection racket, begging the wolf to eat you last.

And also, dope is the fundamental determinant of modern American sociopolitical life.

Footnote #1: While doing all that, Foam owner, make sure you also put one of those “We Pay the Fair Wage” signs in your window, next to the “Black Lives Matter” sign, so that you show the world you support the movement to set the local city-enforced wage floor above the wage equilibrium for the local lower class black labor market, so that it forces those black lives that you think matter so much out of your city. Also don’t forget that “No Human Being Is Illegal” sign, because you want to import Mexicans (St. Louis City’s small Mexican patch is on and along Cherokee Street), to act as a buffer/blind side offensive lineman between yourselves and the violent black undertow. Oh yeah, there I go again with all that subversive thinking.

Footnote #2: If the North-South MissingLink ever happens, it may well have a stop on the corner of Jefferson and Cherokee. It will do for Foam what the 2006 ML extension did for the Galleria.

Footnote #3:  Another probable determinant is testosterone.  The white men of Foam C&B tend to be lower T gammas, whilst the white men of Marx H&P tend to be higher T alphas.  Another sociological theory of social justice warriorism is that it’s a matter of low rent people in the dating and sex market getting their revenge on their high rent counterparts, lower T gamma males lashing out at the higher T alpha males and the hot women who want higher T alphas instead of lower T gammas, homely obese women lashing out at the hot women and the higher T alpha males who want hot women instead of homely obese women.  Likewise, it’s very possible that the anti-police activism of white urban leftist men is just a function of these lower T gammas engaging in passive-aggressive snack pack throwing at cops, whose men tend to be higher T alphas.

Footnote #4:  This also partially explains why white residents of Washington, D.C. approve of erecting a statue of Marion Barry in front of D.C. City Hall.  But with them, there’s something else at work:  It won’t be long until the black undertow will be totally purged out of D.C. by gentrification.  The psychology of D.C. whites is that if they praise the Barry statue and wave BLM placards at the unveiling ceremony, that will distract the black undertow and make them incapable of understanding what these very same white liberals are doing to them, running them out of the District with gentrification.