Supreme Court Apprentice (Season 2)

10 07 2018

Washington, D.C.

Guten Abend aus Karlsruhe.

First off, just how do you pronounce Karlsruhe, anyway?

Because Lemay has a street by that name, people in and near the area have had the necessity to try to pronounce it.  And they just about always say Karl-Shrew.  Which means that how I learned to say it, and how I’ll pronounce it until the end of my days, in spite of the fact that, as of today, I now know better.  In reality, it’s pronounced more like Karl-Screw-It. Or more accurately, Kaaah-rel-screw’d.

Onward and upward.

The winner of Supreme Court Apprentice Season 2 is:

Hunter Wallace, of Occidental Dissent.

Sure looks like him, though, doesn’t it?

ICYMI, Neil Gorsuch won Season 1.

Strange the way it worked out.  Because Trump’s announcement was in the middle of the night for me, I knew I’d have to wait until I woke up, checked my tablet, to find out who the winner was.  Having to see a man about a horse woke me up in the middle of the night, and after I did, I checked the tablet, and saw this photo on Drudge, and thought of Hunter Wallace.  But before I could fully grok the name, I fell right back to sleep.  When I woke up for good this morning, there was an internet service outage that affected the Strasbourg hostel where we stayed that night and the night before.  And the way things worked out, it wasn’t until mid-afternoon, by then we already headed north through the Alsace and seen Lauterbourg, (a representative small Alsatian town), then crossed back into Germany, and made it into Karlsruhe in the blink of an eye, that we had lunch, and I used the public WiFi finally to find out with my full capabilities of comprehension that Brett Kavanaugh won.  You’re hired.

The whole irony of it?

Karlsruhe is where the German Supreme Court is based.

This isn’t the only time this trip has engaged in cosmic ironic trolling of your Blogmeister — But, once again, for the travelogue.

The German Supreme Court — Bundesverfassungsgericht — Is based in a very nondescript new-ish plain unremarkable building that’s next to the Karlsruhe Palace, and in fact, fronts to the same entrance courtyard of the Palace and abuts the same parkland and botanical garden. Nobody would think that this out-of-sorts building hosts a crucial government function in Germany just by looking at it if they already didn’t know or couldn’t translate long ass German compound run-on words, and I would have never guessed myself had our particular tour guide told us.  While the “Bundes” to start the Court’s name was a hint, my first guess, based on place, was that it was some German government agency for botanical and plant research or preservation. In contrast to the U.S. Supreme Court, which is in the city where one would expect it to be, and in a building that looks like important public functions take place inside. So why did the German Supreme Court get stuck in this tacky glass shack in front of a bunch of flowers in Karlsruhe of all places?  (I hope none of the judges have allergies.) I have my own theory, which I’ll save for the travelogue.  (Hint:  Think of a power that the German Supreme Court has that the American Supreme Court does not.)  Needless to say, I don’t buy the official explanation of Karlsruhe and not Bonn (West Germany days) or Berlin (reunified Germany) because of the avoidance of politics. After all, German elected politicians have to elect for Supreme Court judges, no matter where those judges work. If the U.S. Supreme Court was based in San Diego, but had the same nomination/confirmation procedure they do now, it would be stupid to think that they’re in San Diego to avoid political influence.

Now, back to the home side of The Big Ocean, I saw a story in my feed reader maybe about a week ago that feminist women wanted to start a Lysistrata campaign, to have women deny sex to pro-life men. That’s all rooted in the fear that now that Anthony Kennedy has retired and a Trump appointee will replace him, that Roe v Wade could be overturned. I think they have no reason to worry, because the President who appointed Kennedy’s replacement doesn’t exactly have a reputation as a rock-ribbed social conservative for one, a SCOTUS with nine Scalias wouldn’t overturn Roe these days for two, and for three, even if SCOTUS did, legal aborticide has the political wind to its back because rich white Republican women in blue cities/counties/states and their simp husbands make the crucial marginal difference, which in turn means within 24 hours of any SCOTUS reversing Roe, there would be passed and signed Federal legislation removing aborticide from the jurisdiction of the Federal judiciary and hard wiring it as a penumbral Fourth Amendment privacy right.  Kavanaugh has already tipped over his hand that he would keep Roe, for four.

But this business about denying sex to pro-life men: First off, the kind of women who are campaigning for that are the kinds of ugly hags that nobody is checking for, meaning they’re already living the Lysistrata life. That’s like saying a cat is going to give up lettuce for Lent. Second, pro-life men won’t have to worry about not getting sex, because they already get sex from their pro-life wives. And then I have to see all this bullshit that Lysistrata style campaigns have made a difference. Where? When? Mind you, Lysistrata the play was just that, a play, a fictional work, not representative of something that really happened in Athens during the Peloponnesian War. In the real world, both Fifth Century B.C. and Twenty-First Century A.D., women really put out to warriors. The Lysistrata thesis has not yet ever been tested, and probably never will be.

Oh boy, I bet you all have really missed my red pill dispensation for all these weeks.

Side notes:  Kavanaugh succeeded Harriet Miers as White House Staff Secretary in the Bush 43 White House.  Miers, in case you don’t remember, was Bush’s failed false-start crony pick for SCOTUS, and when she flamed out, Bush appointed Sam Alito.  Kavanaugh is Yale Law, so this pick does not break the Harvard-Yale duopoly on the Bench.  My civic pride had me rooting for Raymond Gruender, and while he’s on the permanent Trump “long” short list for open SCOTUS slots, I saw in the days leading up to the winner being revealed that he was not on the “short” short list for this slot.  Immigration patriots seem to be really raving positively about Kavanaugh, but I think that no matter who Trump would have picked out of his Federalist Society-curated “long” short list grab bag, one would be just as good as the other on the kind of immigration matters to which SCOTUS grants cert.  The Federal Appellate Courts tend to get way more into the weeds on immigration matters than does SCOTUS.


Open Thread

7 07 2018

Guest post by Puggg

Because the city wants to collect revenue.

I don’t think this one is that hard.  They may not know exactly who they are looking for, but they already know one of his distinguishing features.

Dice game?  That one isn’t hard, either.

Something to do with “his live-in boyfriend.”  And they say these alphabet soup people that march around telling you how proud they are are all just peaches and cream.

One of our Blogmeister’s favorite things to say is that January 1 midnight and the 4th of July are two real good times to “take care of business” in the ghetto, because people won’t know whether those booms are gunfire or fireworks.  Well, here is you some proof.

People doping it up at strip clubs? I never heard of such a thing.

But they’re all dreamers!  They keep telling us.  Note the fake green card.

You know why I think Netflix is really doing this?  I think they’re getting tired of bad reviews of the kinds of movies and shows that peddle the social justice SJW line real hard.

You see where this happened, so I wonder if Blogmeister saw this.  All I can say is that he should have waited to do this in Texas, or in the rural portion of my own county, about the southern one third of it.  He would have fit right in.


6 07 2018


Guten Abend aus Rastatt.

We spent today meandering through the Black Forest.  The real Black Forest, not Hermann Eisele’s former restaurant on Cherokee Street.  Tomorrow, we’ll be doing something really special, that will require me getting over my modesty.

This #ArchSoWhite business, which is showing up in my feed reader, and also from the news websites from back home, has made it even to the German media.  They are pretending that the AfD suing a slew of treacherous German NGOs (probably Soros-funded) for human trafficking disguised as “helping migrants” didn’t really happen.  Side note:  When I was back in Berlin, a little birdie told me that the AfD was prepping this lawsuit.  Yet and still, the German media can blow that all off, in order to spend just a little bit of time talking about a race row nontroversy from the other side of the world.  Of course, I should be used to that, because the NYT made Ferguson the most important place on Earth for months, ignoring much more critical race news in New York.

Anyway, this is begging my input, so here goes.

Optics matter.

You have to remember that almost all of white people in it are diversity lovers and pathological altruists.  I think the fact that everyone in the “infamous” photo already knew there wasn’t any diversity (read: blacks) in the photo, but decided against inserting token IKAGOs for one big reason:  Because of all the national embarrassment St. Louis is suffering because of the Ferguson Effect-driven violent crime wave.  Hell even during my sojourn, Germans and Czechs, when I told them where I’m from, some of them instantly bought up violent crime.  Which means places as obscure as Cesky Krumlov, Czech Republic…our reputation penetrates even well back into the Bohemian backwoods.  So would it be so crazy for the dignitaries that posed for this photo not to want to include even one person representative of the race of people fueling the crime in this city?  The Arch is after all St. Louis’s most popular tourist attraction for non-St. Louisans, and even big time black panderers like Lyda Krewson want white non-St. Louisans to visit the Arch.  Need I mention the recent spate of black violent crime against tourists?  Stealing their cars, or stealing everything in them.  If an official photograph of the rededication and reopening of the Museum of Westward Expansion has a lot of the Rufus-Rastus Coalition in it, then this is going to scare Brad from Albany and Becky from Seattle away from ever visiting, and don’t even think about Jan from Cesky Krumlov.

But for the crime wave, this photo probably would have had black people in it.

You also have to remember that the Jefferson National Expansion Museum, the museum under the Arch between its legs…about the only black people that visit it are school kids on field trips.  Usually, when we read or see news about black people and the Arch or Archgrounds, it has to do with violent crime.

This item in my feed reader brings up Percy Green and his famous stunt.  What most people don’t know about it is that he timed the starting hour of his stunt, and he made sure he had a bail source at the ready, so that he would be be bailed out of jail and get out in time to get to McDonnell-Douglas to start his shift.  That’s right, this poor put upon victim of discrimination climbing the half-finished Arch to protest discrimination at that time had one of the very best blue collar working middle class jobs in St. Louis.  He didn’t need it for much longer, because he was able to make a living for the rest of his life off of just that one stunt.

A Human Trafficking Rap.

5 07 2018

Guest post by Puggg

Blogmeister bait.

I’m just wondering if this is news over there.

Blaue Donau

3 07 2018

Ulm, Germany

Guten Abend aus Ulm.

We ended today here in Ulm, after also having seen Kempten and Memmingen, and we departed this morning from Fussen. Which means that we gradually spent today departing the Alps and getting further and further away from them, which means bye bye Alps. Maybe for good. But if I ever get to do more international travel and it’s my prerogative, it will be to Italy. On such an occasion, I’ll make sure I get to see this massive epic awesome mountain range from the other side.

This day came after yesterday, in which we departed Salzburg, Austria very early and made our way mostly on back roads and back roads of back roads on the edge of the Alps from Salzburg to Fussen. While in Fussen, we visited both Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau Castles. In between Salzburg and Fussen, we stopped in the town of Garmisch-Partenkirchen, which hosted the 1936 Winter Olympics. That was only time Germany ever hosted the Winter Games, and the only time that the Summer and Winter Games were held in the same country in the same year.

Most people know about the 1936 Summer Games in Berlin, the whole mythology and hagiography of Jesse Owens, supposedly single handedly (or should that be double footedly?) embarrassing Hitler. The inconvenient truth is that Hitler personally took it upon himself to congratulate Owens — Meanwhile, Owens’s own country’s President, (that would be FDR, for those of you who are eithe SJWs or are part of the low information undertow), totally blew Owens off when he returned to the United States. And it’s hard to contend that Owens ruined Hitler’s Olympics, when Germany finished with the most gold medals and the most overall medals in the 1936 Summer Games. This whole bit about “Jesse Owens embarrassed Hitler lol” is purely manufactured revisionist history as a result of the outcome of WWII. Anyway, since Germany hosted the Winter Games earlier that year, it begs this question: Where was the Jesse Owens on skis or skates to embarrass Hitler?

With our departing the Alpine Region, to where the Alps are now barely even visible on the southern horizon here in Ulm, I can attest that yesterday was the climax day of this voyage, and we are now on what would be the falling action if this voyage was literature. Yet and still, we still have ten full days to go on this voyage, which still leaves us plenty of time for plenty of predictable good things and plenty of surprises.

Our itinerary since last I posted here:

Ingolstadt -> Munich -> Rosenheim -> Salzburg, Austria -> Garmisch-Partenkirchen -> Fussen -> Kempten -> Memmingen -> Ulm

Note: Back when we got to Ingolstadt, the tour guide for that leg of the trip implored us to pay attention to the notable river in town. She noted that while it was denoted in the German language as the Donau River, in English, we call that river the Danube River. I had totally forgotten that the mighty Danube, of Vienna and Bratislava and Budapest and Belgrade and Bucharest fame, (that stream has a fetish for European capital cities that start with B), does make it into Germany, and in fact, the Danube’s two short mother rivers of different names have their sources in the Alpine foothills in far southwestern Germany, just on the other side of the Black Forest hills from the Rhine. Today, the tour guide we had for this part of the trip coincidentally did the same thing, as we crossed back across the Danube at Ulm, that is, make sure we know that this river we’re crossing is the Danube.

Like I’ve Been Saying (Stuck With Her)

3 07 2018


German politics can’t live with her, and they can’t live without her.

Which means…

ICYMI, here’s why I think German politics are stuck with her.

Five, six, seven, eight…

It’s Like an Old Familiar Score

3 07 2018

Washington, D.C.

Guten Abend aus Ulm.

From a half a world away, I’m observing this scam of a dog and pony show afoot, and I’m amazed that the sort of people who I would have thought would see right through it and call boo sheet on it aren’t doing so.

It’s this matter of “Abolish ICE.”  This boob bait for the progressivetard masses.

Time for Uncle Blogmeister to sit the world down on his lap and tell it the facts of life.

Listen up, progtards:  The big name top shelf top drawer Democrats yelling about abolishing ICE have absolutely no intention to do so if one of them ever becomes President, and will not vote for such a measure if such a measure gains serious political legs, i.e. has a chance of actually being enacted. They’re only making noise to raise money and churn election year interest from progtard utopian true believer dorks who are dumb enough to think that abolishing ICE is something that actually can be accomplished.  Sure, the big name Democrats yelling ZOMG ABOLISH ICE LOL may vote for token legislation now, knowing it will never pass this House or Senate, and knowing Trump wouldn’t sign it.  But if it gets to a Democrat President who theoretically could sign it, but actually would not, they would vote against such a bill.

How do I know?

Two reasons:

One, it was not so long ago that our side was calling for the abolition of a Federal law enforcement agency.

How did that work out for us?  How did it turn out in the long run?


Any political muscle there ever was to eliminating that particular law enforcement agency disappeared on September 11, 2001.  Meaning that, if you’re a politically aware later-half Millennial or younger, then you will have zero conscious memory of the American right ever advocating for the wholesale abolition of a law enforcement agency.  If you’re an early Millennial, then you might remember, but you would have had to have been paying close attention to American politics and current affairs from a deep dive perspective starting at a pretty young age.  If you’re older, then you probably remember, provided you were paying attention.

But, believe me, we/it did.  And we failed.

So I know how it’s going to turn out for you in the Abolish ICE crowd, because I’ve seen that movie before, I know how it ends.

Red pill:

There’s nothing more permanent than a government program, even more so for a law enforcement agency.  The current agents for that agency want their nice cushy Federal jobs, paychecks, benefits and pensions.  They’ll inevitably search for reasons to exist, or adapt to the current political reality, or cry uncle to enough elected officials and House/Senate committee chairmen.

Two, and with the above in mind, we already know how an open borders Democrat President would deal with ICE, because we had an open borders Democrat President until January 20, 2017.  Baraq Obama wasn’t dumb enough to call for abolishing ICE.  Because he did the next best (worst) thing — Keep ICE, so that all the agents could have their nice cushy jobs, paychecks, benefits and pensions, but deploy them to duties and missions that are tangentially relevant to ICE’s mission, but not at all relevant to what most people think ICE was established to do, which is found in the first and third letter of the acronym.  Examples were cracking down on fake NFL jerseys, and child porn on some teacher’s computer, and harassing people who wore Google Glass in a movie theater.   In other words, anything that is within ICE’s guide book, and either politically universally popular or demanded by either a well known profitable corporation or Democrat donors/bundlers (RIAA/MPAA and the multimedia conglomerates it rides herd for are big Democrat donors/bundlers).  Above all else, never enforce immigration law, except for maybe trying halfheartedly to deport the odd 853-time convicted felon back to Guatemala.  If we have another open borders Democrat President, he/she/xe/it/they will merely follow the Obama playbook.  But no actual abolition of ICE.

And I’ll bring this full circle by noting that it was better in the long run that the ATF was not eliminated, because its existence as an agency separate from the FBI is how we were able to find out at all about Operation Gunrunner (“Fast and Furious”), as the late Mike Vanderboegh documented.  Even though the ATF, in fear of its elimination, tried to manufacture reasons for its existence, the most unfortunate and drastic of which was Waco.

Long and short to all you progtards reading this:  I’m hardly on your side, but do yourselves this favor and take this wooden nickel’s worth of free advice:  Don’t let people wind you up and get you to throw bricks through windows for the sake of a cause they have no intention of following through upon.