Picture your ideal Republican candidate. Would they look something like this?
1. An “anchor baby” (technically, “illegal immigrant”);
2. Parents were illegal aliens from Syria, who avoided being deported only because of their “American citizen” anchor baby, i.e. “the candidate”;
3. Father indicted for firebombing a synagogue (charges dropped when co-conspirators refused to testify against him);
4. Supported Sen. Marco Rubio’s amnesty;
5. Was thrilled that President George W. Bush gave a speech at a mosque on 9/11;
6. Constantly demands that Americans become entangled in foreign conflicts having nothing to do with our country;
7. Has been driven to a cursing rage at me for mentioning that immigrants commit a lot of crime.
No? Well, that’s Abe Hamadeh, the Trump-endorsed candidate for Arizona’s 8th congressional district. (I happen to notice Hamadeh because he’s running against the excellent Blake Masters, who actually is the ideal Republican candidate.)
Like many on-the-go immigrants, Hamadeh immediately abandoned all of his previous positions the moment he saw an advantage to doing so. What do I need to say to fool the rubes?
He’s the Alexander Vindman of the right, the Dinesh D’Souza of the Muslims, the immigrant credit card fraudster of electoral politics.
Before running for office in Arizona, Hamadeh deleted his Twitter feed and suddenly became more Trumpy than Trump. On immigration, he said: “We got to start rebuilding that wall on state land. We got to start enforcing state prosecutions, going after the human smuggling and all the drugs coming in, and prosecuting the illegal immigrants as trespassers.”
This from the amnesty-supporting anchor baby.
At least Trump seems to actually believe what he says about immigration; he’s just too lazy to do it. Back in 2013, when Rubio nearly destroyed our country with amnesty, Trump relentlessly attacked the bill, saying, for example:
— “Immigration reform is fine — but don’t rush to give away our country! Sounds like that’s what’s happening.” (Jan. 30, 2013)
— “Amnesty is suicide for Republicans. Not one of those 12 million who broke our laws will vote Republican. Obama is laughing at @GOP.” (March 19, 2013)
— “TRUMP: IMMIGRATION BILL A REPUBLICAN ‘DEATH WISH.'” (Breitbart, June 3, 2013)
Meanwhile, Hamadeh was touting Rubio’s amnesty as a “fix” for what we have now. Which is no amnesty. For good measure, he called Rick Santorum a “racist,” and me a “BITCH.”
Despite court records to the contrary (partially reprinted in The Arizona Republic), and his father’s admission that he was in the country illegally (according to a contemporaneous news article on the synagogue bombing 30 years ago), Hamadeh told the Republic: “My parents proudly came to the United States LEGALLY in 1989 and were rewarded for waiting in line LEGALLY with U.S. citizenship in 2007 and 2009 by the United States Department of State.”
Also like many immigrants, Hamadeh has a keen interest in the old country. From 2012 to 2018, he tweeted incessantly about the Middle East, especially Syria.
A non-exhaustive list:
“I’ve given credit to the Brits, at least they’re debating action in Syria. Where’s our Congress?”
“I’m optimistic with the new council adopting a pro-freedom liberal approach in Syria. Now hopefully they have sway with #FSA rebels”
“Haass is right: US Must Respond to the Atrocities in Syria.”
“You can’t say ‘I’m against Bashar, so I’m with ALL of #FSA.’ This isn’t a sports game. Must be for a pro-freedom agenda. #Syria.”
“Syria is in our national security interest.”
“If Assad falls this week, FSA needs to take the higher ground by not targeting Alawites & other minorities.”
Are Arizona’s voters similarly fixated on Syria’s internal politics? How many know or care what “FSA” is? Alawites?
Naturally, Hamadeh also longed for war with Russia, tweeting: “We cannot allow [Russia] to take over Ukraine.” We? How many wars are these immigrants going to make us fight?
But now Hamadeh wants us to believe he’s an America First patriot.
That’s when the dogs start growling. What’s the matter, Scout? Why are you barking? That’s just a regular American.
Another flashing red light blaring SCAMSTER! is that Hamadeh not only embraced Trump’s “stolen election” claim, but took it 10 times further. After losing the 2022 attorney general race by a coat of paint (280 votes), Hamadeh wouldn’t let it rest, bringing not one, not two, but three utterly frivolous lawsuits demanding that the courts make him attorney general.
All three lawsuits were tossed out of court — including by a judge appointed by Gov. Jan Brewer — finally ending with sanctions against him.
Anyone who knows anything about politics knows you never contest an election, even if it was stolen. Voters reward graciousness and punish sour grapes. Why would Hamadeh make such an ass of himself?
Because that’s how you get Trump’s endorsement.
As you may recall, in the last election cycle, Trump endorsed candidates who’d spoken at QAnon rallies, who said women having their rapist’s baby can be “healing,” who’d left a string of illegitimate children across the South, who denounced the sitting Republican governor as a “Chinese communist sympathizer,” who said women who have abortions should be prosecuted for murder.
What was their mysterious appeal to Trump? Only one thing: They refused to accept the results of the 2020 election.
Surprising no one, all these Trump-endorsed, less-than-ideal candidates suffered spectacular defeats on Election Day, handing the U.S. Senate and a few governorships to the Democrats. Whether Trump wins or loses in November, the key to avoiding national catastrophe is for Republicans to win Congress, and you ain’t gonna do that by relying on Trump’s endorsements.
You may be counting the days until you can vote for Trump again. But before you give any credence to his advice in other races, try to remember how you felt the day after the 2022 midterm election, when the “red wave” turned into a Republican bloodbath.
You’d be better off trusting Scout.
I feel funny about the old lady, Miss Liberty, or Miss US of A, whatever you wish to call the United States, once upon a time THE No. 1 in everyone’s books. The country looks ancient and worn, with corruptive wealth having become an obsession in the republic. Consumers have obliterated idealists, the latter now the butt of jokes in corporate rooms. The culture is too impressed by fame and fortune; materialism is so deeply entrenched that it applies even to the way people use words. We have the wrong people on top showing the rest of the peasants the way. Some fool wrote a long, boring article about how gullible Americans are. They’re gullible because they watch TV, and TV is paid for by false advertising, so it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out: In the modern world everyone lies for profit, starting with the bumbling old boy in the White House, the public relations hacks who lie for a living, the advertising flacks who sell lies for a living—I could go on, but I won’t. I might be mistaken for a cynical old chap, which I am not.
Everything seems broken, or so it feels to many of us who are among the good guys. Trump is known for telling whoppers about himself, but Biden tells bigger ones about important matters, and no one among the so-called Fourth Estate will call him out on it. The language itself is being manipulated to the extent that holding any right-of-center view is now deemed fascist. Crushing debate and silencing critics is the name of the game at present. Monotonous, pompous, and verbose, The New York Times continues to subvert America, whose natural tendency is to believe the mind viruses spread by Sulzberger, Kahn & Co. America used to be about power and freedom, but the former has the upper hand now, and just look what it’s doing to Trump, who dared challenge it. Modern Democratic politics remind me of totalitarian communism, without the violence.
And it’s not only the US of A that is slowly but surely turning into a 1984 type of superstate. Brussels showed her true colors recently when they tried to ban a meeting of European conservatives like Nigel Farage, who as speaker managed to raise hell with the E.U. commissars. Encroaching on people’s freedoms in the name of the greater good is the trick. Tiny Rishi Sunak, the British prime minister, is trying to pass a law that will ban smoking forever for those born after a certain date. Who the hell does tiny Rishi think he is? Just because he married a billionaire’s daughter, and just because he managed to stab his benefactor Boris Johnson in the back and dump him from his prime ministerial stoop, does not give him the right to tell my grandchildren they can never smoke. If that’s not George Orwell stuff, once again, I’m a banana.
Americans are dissatisfied with the direction of the country, so Biden forgives student loans as if the money they owe was his to give away. Slowly but surely, it is turning into a state-run world. Here in America, the cultural era is stacked with blusterers, wheeler-dealers, and con men and women who are selling woke and other such bull to a pliant public watching TV commercials. Hollywood types attempt to convince everybody that only people with lesser intelligence are for Trump, and these types are supported by mainstream media that expresses it openly, i.e., that only “Deplorables” are for Trump.
Although the First Amendment protects homophobic, sexist, transphobic, even antiblack and anti-Muslim speech, only fools and provocateurs dare hint at anything resembling hate speech. The media have managed to label anything it doesn’t approve of as hateful, hence the central challenge of the age is freedom of speech or not. Yet national identity is the most powerful force in politics today.
Or is it? Our lives are circumscribed by a fear that invisible authorities have in their sights. The federal government has made an alliance with private companies to collect data on its citizens. Telephones and computers give off a thick exhaust of information about the people who own them. Although intelligence agencies are not permitted to engage in domestic spying, they can buy available information, and they do. Does this remind you of something called the deep state? Mass surveillance has become the norm in a country that was begun by Europeans yearning to be free. Some freedom.
Conservatives are described as arrogant, ruthless, parasitic oligarchs built on a foundation of Christianity and God-ordained permanency. Funny, but I always suspected that our Lord Jesus would end up being blamed for everything the left despises. Perhaps it’s because of what he did to the moneylenders, but all I know is Christianity is a red flag to the woke. Never mind. America is still No. 1—I don’t see many illegal migrants trying to sneak into China—but what once defined Americans no longer exists. Over the next few decades, America will become a minority-majority country, and history tells us that no other nations have managed such a transition and still held together. White identity has become a dirty word thanks to the academy, the media, and the entertainment industry. The left is succeeding in diversifying the country, but where it will fail, and fail spectacularly, is in unifying the nation. Annie, get your gun ready.
If the economy is so good, why do small business leaders feel so bad?
The latest Small Business Optimism Index from the National Federation of Independent Business could hardly be more depressing. It finds that the men and women who run our 33 million small businesses and hire more than half of American workers are in a somber mood. The survey finds that small-business confidence has reached its lowest point in 12 years.
Amazingly, small company CEOs are even more fearful of the future today than during the COVID-19 pandemic, when most businesses were shuttered. The confidence numbers have decreased every year President Joe Biden has been in office. Here are the numbers, according to NFIB:
March 2020 – 102.0
March 2021 – 98.2
March 2022 – 93.2
March 2023 – 90.1
March 2024 – 88.5
Why are small-business owners feeling so dour even at a time when the GDP is growing? I asked that question to David Malpass, former World Bank president and U.S. Treasury undersecretary under former President Donald Trump. Malpass has observed all over the world what factors make small businesses successful and put their owners in a frame of mind to expand.
“Smaller businesses are being crowded out by complex regulations and direct competition from the $35 trillion national debt,” Malpass concludes. “The Treasury borrowed $23 trillion in 2023 alone, much of it in the expensive short maturities needed by smaller businesses for working capital.”
The NFIB data is merely a survey, and sometimes business owners and investors act differently than they say they will. But there is more real data on how small companies are expanding.
The latest Federal Reserve data through March shows that commercial and industrial loans, a key resource for small business dynamism, fell over 5% in the last year in nominal terms, down over 8% after adjusting for inflation. Yikes. Without investment, it’s hard for businesses to grow.
I asked Alfredo Ortiz, president and CEO of the Job Creators Network, which represents tens of thousands of small-business owners, what he sees in terms of the business climate.
“Our members feel as though Biden has declared war on small businesses,” Ortiz says. He also mentioned they’re worried that a second Biden term would mean higher taxes, more regulations and a continuation of high prices.
Meanwhile, the Biden administration seems frustrated and even indignant that more businesses aren’t supporting the White House program. But remember: neither Biden nor nearly any of his top officials have ever started or even worked for a small or medium-sized business. They don’t have any feel for how their own policies impact the nation’s employers.
As an example, the Biden administration wants to put in serious jeopardy the franchise model where thousands of small entrepreneurs can start their own McDonald’s, Arby’s or retail store representing well-known and trusted brands. They want the parent companies to be on alert that they can be sued for violations of labor laws, EPA edicts or federal “diversity” requirements, or can be on the hook for lawsuits against their franchises.
This could be the death of thousands of small, independent-owned franchises. The Labor Department wants small businesses to allow unions to run their stores.
What is so sinister here is that the franchise model for opening new businesses is an almost entirely unique American model of business growth. Entrepreneurial immigrants can come into the country, pool money as a family, then own and operate a Popeyes or a clothing store.
Biden also wants to nearly double the capital gains tax, which will scare away angel investors in small startup companies. If owners of a small or medium-sized business put the profits back into the company so it can expand, Biden would tax the “unrealized capital gains” on that investment.
Meanwhile, Biden is happy to give a big head start in the form of billions of dollars of grants and low-interest loans for large corporations such as General Motors and chipmaker Intel so they can expand their operations on the taxpayers’ dime. These corporate welfare programs tilt the playing field in favor of the sharks, not the small-business minnows.
It’s no wonder that men and women who put their life savings on the line to build their businesses from scratch feel they’re under assault. They are being taxed and regulated to death while too often inflation eats away their modest profits.
No one in Washington is going to be “forgiving” their loans when the business conditions get rough and high interest rates make it tough to get emergency loans. There is no safety net — and no “too big to fail” aid package — for the heroes of our economy, who have become the punching bag of big government.
In a column last December, I pointed out that whenever some schizo shoots up a place, and it’s revealed that he left a trail of “red flags” behind, rightists indignantly say, “Hmmph, why wasn’t the FBI on top of that? The crooked politicized FBI is so busy harassing Trump and the J6 peaceful protesters, they neglect their actual job, which is to keep us safe from violent criminals.”
And remember what I said? You guys would never tolerate the FBI proactively policing the words of potential mass shooters. You’d see it as an attack on freedom.
Well, guess who turned out to be right? A few weeks ago a video went viral on rightist Twitter (which I miss less and less every day) showing the FBI paying a visit to a woman’s house to ask a few questions about her Facebook posts. With zero information to go on, some of the largest-following rightists on Twitter—Richard Grenell, Alex Jones, Libs of TikTok, Robby Starbuck—decided (again, with no evidence) that the woman’s “crime” was posting “fuck Joe Biden.”
That was, of course, false. MAGA did not, of course, care.
Mr. Dana Loesch—aka Chris Loesch—aka the dumbest SOB I met during my GOP years—declared, based on the context-free video, “The FBI needs to be dismantled from the top down. An agency that had lost its way.”
Soon enough it emerged that the woman in question was Egyptian-American Muslim Rolla Abdeljawad of Stillwater, Oklahoma (Rolla from now on, ’cause I ain’t typing Abdebabdejaballywad again). While the exact reason for the FBI visit was not revealed, the Twitter account StopAntisemitism tweeted screenshots from Rolla’s Facebook in which she demands “nazizionist scalps” and wishes death on U.S. troops. The site BareNakedIslam found posts promoting “physical jihad.”
The revelation of the identity of the woman in the video caused a few rightists to walk back their initial condemnation of the FBI (one such back-walker was Laura Loomer, who, within three hours of the StopAntisemitism tweet, pilfered it and presented it as her own “research.” Jesus, is there a more foul human on earth?), but most stayed the course, including Loesch, who declared that the FBI was still in the wrong and Rolla deserves free speech.
Then he yelled, “Daaaaanaaaaaaa…my finger’s caught in the bathtub drain again!”
In one Facebook post the sleuths missed, Rolla, who boasts that she’s drawn many FB bans since October 7th, proudly refers to herself as a terrorist: “Now, if you want to call me a terrorist, know I have no problem with being your personal terrorist. Come to mama & I’ll show you terrorist.”
Facebook didn’t pull that one. And if that’s one of the posts FB didn’t ban, can you imagine how bad the banned ones must’ve been? It was probably one of those banned posts that was reported to the FBI, which was likely doing exactly what rightists claim they want it to do: checking on potential threats to public safety.
Yet rightists balked.
This is one of the reasons MAGA is so worthless as an issues-focused movement; there’s no directive to push for anything other than the opposite of what “the enemy” just did.
The FBI didn’t proactively investigate a shooter who posted something foreboding on social media: “You corrupt politicized bastards—why didn’t you interview that person before they killed?”
The FBI does proactively investigate a self-described terrorist who posted something foreboding on social media: “You corrupt politicized bastards—you’re trampling free speech!”
Rolla may not actually be a terrorist, but surely she’s a psycho. And psychos can be just as deadly. Yet way too many MAGAs rallied around her, proving again how useless they are on the psycho question.
Of course, there’s useless, and there’s harmful. If you cut your finger, singing to it is useless. Pouring sulfuric acid on it is harmful. It’s one thing to be worthless when it comes to dealing with psychos, it’s another to actively make the situation worse. Last Friday, America was favored with yet another politically motivated self-immolation: A 37-year-old named Max Azzarello stood in a public park across the street from the courthouse where the Trump “hush money” trial was taking place, doused himself with flammable liquid, and set himself ablaze. He died later that evening.
Unlike the hate-filled anti-Jewish airman who immolated himself in February to protest Israel, Azzarello seemed a harmless enough chap. He was an Alex Jones nut, a guy who’s been to the dry erase board one too many times (inhaling magic marker xylene isn’t good for your health). He was neither MAGA nor Democrat (like many disaffected young Americans, he had a brief flirtation with Bernie Sanders in 2016, only to become further disaffected for his troubles); his “research” (yes, he called himself an “independent researcher,” because of course he did) led him to believe that Trump, Biden, the Clintons, and the world’s billionaires are about to “fascist coup” the United States.
His act of sacrifice was intended to draw attention to this nefarious plot.
Prior to lighting his fire, Azzarello tossed a bunch of pamphlets in the air: his “manifesto,” a 14-page rant that begins with a phony Hitler quote (one of the “big lie” apocryphals), then proceeds to explain how the CIA controls everything. The Beatles, the Grateful Dead, and the Doors were CIA. Charles Manson, Peter Fonda, and Stanley Kubrick were CIA (all movies, TV shows, and cartoons are CIA). Zombie movies are part of the plot too (created by the CIA to make people comfortable with dystopias). Daytime TV, the reality show Cops, and UFO sightings are CIA. The internet is CIA, as are memes (well, now he’s gone too far!). Cryptocurrency too. All CIA.
If you’re familiar with the CIA conspiracy scene, which long predates Alex Jones, you’ll know that this material—from the fake Hitler quote to the Beatles, Manson, and Kubrick claims—is standard issue (with the exception of the zombie film thing…that’s a new one on me). There’s little original in the pamphlet, or in the online manifesto posted by Azzarello before he journeyed to his terminal BBQ.
I’ve known people like Azzarello for forty years. They’d read Brussell and Sutton in the 1980s, Carto and the Christic Institute in the 1990s, and from the aughts onward, whatever was on the internet. They’re generally harmless. At the NYPD/FDNY presser Friday afternoon, uninvited tick Laura Loomer shouted that Azzarello was there to “target Trump supporters.” Azzarello had posted online that he was going to commit suicide and he had no intention of harming anyone else. He chose an area of the park that assured he wouldn’t harm anyone else, and he yelled, “Get away!” to onlookers. And still Loomer had to claim it was an assassination attempt against MAGAs.
Yes, she is the most foul human on earth, no less insane than Azzarello, but far more harmful.
And all the other loons came out of the woodwork following Azzarello’s bake-off.
MAX AZZARELLO WAS FOLLOWING ME ON TWITTER The world is small, and if only I had been able to influence him to understand that it’s the Zionists who run the world.
Is it possible #MaxAzzarello set himself on fire in front of the Trump trial because he could no longer live with the things former president Bill Clinton did to him as a minor on Epstein Island?
Max Azzarello, identified as the man who set himself on fire outside the NYC courthouse, filed a lawsuit against the Clinton Foundation last year Do you believe in coincedences [sic]?
(Actually, Azzarello had filed a ridiculous federal lawsuit against 100 defendants, including the Clintons, Peter Thiel, Mark Cuban, Mark Zuckerberg, Richard Branson, the country of Saudi Arabia, and Ross Perot, who’s been dead for five years.)
Of course, these morons (including Loomer) are exceptions, not the rule. Most people on the right understood that Azzarello was just a mentally troubled individual, nothing more.
That said…
Because God loves symmetry, the exact same day Azzarello killed himself because he was convinced the CIA runs every aspect of American life and all politicians of all parties are being covertly manipulated, Tucker Carlson appeared on Joe Rogan’s show to declare that the CIA runs every aspect of American life and all politicians of all parties are being covertly manipulated.
This is Tuck’s new grift. He not only wants to play to the Azzarellos, he wants to make more of them on the right.
This world is filled with mentally and emotionally damaged humans. Yes, every now and then one of them goes off and shoots people. No, we can’t proactively lock ’em all up. No, we can’t police their every word. But for fuck’s sake, don’t help send them over the edge. Yes, it’s a great grift, a fine con, but these are human lives you’re playing with. You tell an emotionally unstable person that there’s a giant malevolent force behind everything wrong with the world, sure, they may give you all the likes, views, and shares you desire, they may write you a check, or they might set themselves on fire or shoot up a building.
Beyond that, Tuck’s message, Alex Jones’ message, neither of which deviates much from Azzarello’s pamphlet, is exactly what it takes to depress not just a person but a vote.
It’s all a controlled op, so why expend any effort to engage with a phony system? Why vote?
Just as so many blacks have convinced themselves, “The white man’s always gonna keep us down,” well…that’s Tuck’s message to you; just substitute CIA for “white man.”
Okay, I know, I’ve said all this before. But you’ll notice how the mainstream Democrat Party didn’t play to Azzarello’s mania, which is why he became so estranged from it. And you’ll notice that the Democrats have been on a pretty good winning streak lately by not sowing fatalism on the left.
Tuck is sowing fatalism on the right. And you think that’s gonna help the GOP? Based on what evidence?
Oh, sure—the same evidence that zombie films are a CIA plot: zero.
If there is a conspiracy against freedom, wouldn’t people like Tuck most likely be its agents? “The system’s rigged; give up hope, you’ve no free will, you can’t win.”
At the moment in L.A., things look good for November regarding defeating George Gascon. His opponent, the law-and-order candidate, has a commanding lead in the polls. If that holds up, it would mean that San Francisco—a ludicrously dysfunctional city—and L.A.—a ludicrously dysfunctional county—both kicked George Soros’ ass. Because, screwed up as we are, we got up and did something. We engaged the system; we didn’t sit around dreaming of slaying invisible dragons. Leftists are screwy, but they engage.
Red America can learn a thing or two from that. There’ve been too many immolations lately; don’t accept Tucker’s gasoline and matches.
When one person immolates, it’s a tragedy. When millions do, it’s apocalyptic.
What’s your definition of bravery? Rushing into a burning building to save a sizzling baby? Holding off an entire platoon of soldiers from capturing your lonely position single-handed? Or sending out “intimate” images of yourself to an online sex blackmailer, then passing on the private contact details of your colleagues so the miscreant won’t expose you, thereby opening them up to subsequent attempts at criminal sexual manipulation, too?
That would appear to be the “brave” series of acts recently performed by William Wragg, a British Conservative Party MP who has just been exposed as having engaged with some unknown individual posing as an excitingly erect young man named “Charlie” on the gay dating app Grindr, to whom Wragg subsequently sent some unspecified “compromising things” that “Charlie” then threatened to reveal.
I am unsure why Mr. Wragg was so embarrassed by this prospect, given that every single public photograph of the man in existence is in some sense a massive dick pic already, but embarrassed he was. So embarrassed, in fact, he agreed to hand “Charlie” over the private telephone numbers of several of his fellow MPs, who then also subsequently received similar unwanted (or otherwise, reportedly) obscene images, hoping to drag them into a web of sextortion, too, potentially even by spies working on behalf of a hostile foreign power like China.
The Manipulation of Members
Wragg’s subsequent public admission of his auto-pornographic misdeeds was hailed as “courageous” by the British Chancellor, Jeremy Hunt—who, suspiciously, is himself married to a Chinese woman. Does she also have a secret miniature spy camera hidden away deep inside her kompromat-hungry vulva, thus explaining her husband’s subsequent failure to condemn Wragg for his own misdemeanors?
Other Conservative Members of Parliament agreed with Hunt’s over-forgiving assessment. Wragg’s friend Sir Charles Walker even went so far as to say it would be “madness” for the true “victim” here to resign over the incredibly trivial little issue of facilitating the online sexual harassment of others, as “there’s a lot of compassion out there” for him.
There certainly was in the Conservative Party. More surprisingly, there was an awful “lot of compassion out there” for him amongst rival parties too, whose politicians conspicuously neglected to call for Wragg to be fired.
This is rather odd because normally, whenever a British MP so much as farts in the street without prior official clearance in writing from HM the King, there are immediate calls for their equally immediate resignation. Never forget that 2020s Great Britain is the only country in human history in which a Prime Minister has ever been thrown out of office by his own MPs for the heinous sin of eating cake in an administratively inappropriate manner.
Beyond All Reform
In the very same week that Wragg was exposed as being so “courageous,” for example, another British political outfit, the Nigel Farage-backed Reform UK Party, unceremoniously ditched five prospective candidates for the infinitely more serious e-crime of making silly jokes on the internet.
Wannabe Reform MP Pete Addis, for instance, in the uncharacteristically coy words of the Daily Mail, made the suggestion that brown babies “came from a particular sex act”—that is, he typed out the forbidden words “Bum-sex, this is where brown babies come from!” on social media. If so, perhaps William Wragg is responsible for populating an entire Nairobi Maternity Ward? Another Reform candidate, Jonathan Kay, gave his online opinion that Africans had IQs “amongst the lowest in the world,” particular those sired anally by Mr. Wragg via the Nigerian version of Grindr.
A further insta-banished candidate, Ian Harris, liked a tweet from the leader of the Far-Right British National Party, Nick Griffin. How shocking. What did Griffin’s tweet say? Gas the Jews and turn them into swastika-patterned lampshades? No, it merely described the U.K. as being a “bankrupt, crime-ridden, LGBTQ-obsessed, multicult[ural] shit-hole,” which, thanks to fourteen straight (or otherwise) years of being governed by fake “Conservatives” like Big Willie Wank-Wragg, is simply an accurate assessment of the increasingly parlous state of the nation.
Announcing the sackings, a Reform UK spokesman reassured the public that “The Party will not be represented by racists, sexists and homophobes.” I’m not voting for you anymore, then—Nick Griffin sounds much more to my tastes.
So, in summary, you will now be thrown out of British politics forever for either eating cake, telling the simple truth, or making a racially tinged joke about the color of poo, but not for facilitating the potential sexual blackmail of your fellow MPs by the agents of Fu Manchu.
Indiscretion Is the Better Part of Valor
Although Wragg did eventually resign as vice-chair (with the emphasis upon the word “vice”) of the backbench 1922 Committee of Tory MPs, he had already announced he was stepping down as an MP altogether at the next General Election anyway—and, as said vote is only a few months away, and his Party is doomed to lose it very badly indeed, primarily because their ranks are full of venal idiots like himself, this is about as great a “self-sacrifice” as a soldier deciding to resign his commission and return back home five minutes before the Battle of the Somme was scheduled to kick off.
Only one Conservative MP had the guts to tell the actual truth about Wragg’s conduct—Andrea Jenkyns, who also received a free unsolicited porn pic to her phone thanks to Will’s “courage,” asking, “Why are they [Conservative Party high-ups] protecting Wragg? It’s bizarre…. How is it ‘brave’? The brave thing to do would have been to ignore the blackmail,” not to expose others to it too.
So, why were the Conservatives protecting him? Obviously, it was because William Wragg is a massive homosexual, and to criticize homosexuals for doing homosexual things, even when they endanger the professional and personal lives of others, or even the national security of their own country, is now politically impossible in British politics.
And, just to make absolutely certain he could never be sacked just for doing highly sackable things, Wragg had already made absolutely sure to get further excuses in early by publicly coming out in 2022 not only as gay but also as commendably mentally ill. Like his fellow past Conservative Party MP Sir Winston Churchill, Wragg told people he suffered from “the black dog” of depression. Unlike Sir Winston during his own Darkest Hour, however, Wragg then decided to take time off from his parliamentary duties in order to spend more time at home with his own penis, promising voters that, when he returned back to work, refreshed and re-jizzed, he would be able to “love life and [my]self a bit more.” Is that even possible?
A Moral Car Crash
Another Conservative MP who appears to love himself rather excessively is Jamie Wallis, who in 2022 displayed even more public courage than William Wragg by virtue of crashing his car into a lamppost so hard the pole snapped, then fleeing the scene on foot dressed in a black leather miniskirt, makeup, high heels, and pearl necklace (literal, not figurative). In court, Wallis denied he had been driving with undue care and attention, as the prosecution alleged, saying he had simply swerved into the lamppost to avoid a passing cat—a humanitarian action, really.
He further explained that he then suffered a sudden PTSD panic attack, after having recently met up with a fellow gay online, who had suddenly bummed him without a condom despite having politely been asked not to do any such thing. When approached by local residents wanting to check he was uninjured following his accident, Wallis claimed he thought they, too, were about to kidnap, kill, and gang-rape him, as so often happens to car-crash victims these days, at least in the fictional world of J.G. Ballard.
“I am sorry that it appears I ‘ran away,’ but this isn’t how it happened in the moment,” Wallis hilariously told the court. I would love to have seen that line tried back at Nuremberg: “I am sorry that it appears I ‘invaded Poland,’ but this isn’t how it happened in the moment.”
The presiding judge was having none of it. Whilst it could not be proved whether he crashed due to carelessness or the sudden presence of a teleporting cat, the judge found Wallis guilty of failing to report an accident, and of leaving his car in a dangerous position, fining him £2,500 and complaining he “didn’t find the defendant credible,” as “When I watched him give evidence it seemed to me he [was] fitting his own behavior around the behavior of PTSD,” i.e., playing the gay and mad cards and thinking nobody would dare contradict him in this excuse because loony homos are complete secular saints now. Wherever could Mr. Wallis have got hold of this particular idea? Oh yes, the House of Bloody Commons.
Gay Abandon—of the Crime Scene
Once news about his car crash leaked, Wallis released a long public statement in which he declared that “I’m trans. Or, to be more accurate, I want to be.” He can’t even do that properly, then. Wallis too had been blackmailed via embarrassing photos, he declared, going into wholly unneeded detail about his prior bum rape. He also said he had PTSD and declared that “I am not OK,” which I would have thought was already a given. Having thereby preemptively outed himself as (aspirantly) trans, depressed, and anally traumatized, Wallis rendered it politically impossible to receive any possible public criticism the next time he appeared in the Commons.
Accordingly, then PM Boris Johnson declared that “The House stands with you, and will give you the support you need to live freely as yourself.” Labour Party leader Sir Queer Starmer agreed, as did gay Labour MP Wes Streeting, who said he was “Sending you love and solidarity from the other side of the Commons,” before blowing him a little kiss and declaring that, if he was interested, he always wore a condom.
Streeting specifically acclaimed Wallis as “courageous,” whilst Plaid Cymru Commons Leader Liz Saville Roberts gushed buckets over his “extraordinarily brave message,” declaring her “Great respect for your personal courage.” Then-Conservative Party chairman Oliver Dowden, likewise, dropped his trousers and got hard, wet, and sloppy all over “your brave statement.”
Brave how? He literally fled the scene of his own crime and then got praised for it! I am reminded of the sycophantic minstrels’ song about their knightly but cowardly master Sir Robin in Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail:
Brave Sir Robin ran away,
Bravely ran away, away!
When danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled…
Swiftly taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat,
Bravest of the brave, Sir Robin!
At least Sir Robin’s minstrels were paid panderers, though. What’s the MPs’ excuse? A genuinely “courageous” politician within the absurdly homophilic context that now prevails across Westminster would be one who stood up in the House of Commons and courteously explained that, in any sane and rational society, dickheads like Wragg and Wallis would not automatically be allowed to get away with doing terrible things just because they happened to be a pair of giant benders.
I have no objection to gay MPs per se. I just don’t think they should be actively celebrated whenever they do something awful. What next? Giving Dennis Nilsen a posthumous Victoria Cross?
“Blue-eyed white devils” are not very popular nowadays. At least not with a recent migrant thrown off an airline flight for calling his fellow travelers thus. The man was drunk, or he might have been a New York Times reader. Or watched network news, especially NBC, because he really had it in for white people. I was not surprised when I read the item, especially the phrase “blue-eyed white devils.” It reminded me of an old jungle movie where mean natives were after the lovable Cheetah and her boss, the white-skinned, blue-eyed, loinclothed Tarzan.
Whites are under the gun today for a very simple reason: Their past implies a position of cultural supremacy, a fact mankind’s known past confirms. Beginning with the Greeks and followed by the Romans, close neighbors such as the Persians, Etruscans, and Carthaginians have only walk-on parts in history, other races such as the Phoenicians or unknowns in Africa not being a cohesive group, hence only the Greeks and Romans.
In parts of the world where writing was not used, we know very little, and most of us think of them as prehistoric. These prehistoric people are now among us, and no wonder they call us blue-eyed white devils. Today’s provocative displays of ethnicity, especially among onanist students, flatulent professors, and talent-free plebeian journalists, are a result of American universities teaching and placing Western Europe at the center of their world before 1492. It is the last positive and true thing universities have done, at least recently.
Mind you, the Greeks referred to those who spoke a different language as barbarians, intimating they were in some sense inferior, suitable for enslavement, for example. The subject of slavery is very au courant nowadays, with folks who would rather loaf than work demanding reparations, a racket that is rapidly becoming as fashionable as hating whites. But whites were enslaved in the past, starting with the Romans who had them rowing nonstop in their warships all over the Mediterranean. I know very little about China’s past, but slavery was certainly not unknown. But when I joked in another publication that the next time you encounter a Chinese gentleman do not thrust your dirty laundry at him, he is probably a diplomat, all hell broke loose. People nowadays are very, very touchy.
Never mind. We whites are here to take it with a smile, and to forget that the rich cultural history of, say, Islam and the slavery involved is treated as a sideshow. The fact that slavery has been a constant in almost every society since the dawn of recorded history is immaterial to those trying to profit. When the Muslim empires rose and expanded across West Africa during the Middle Ages, black slaves were traded nonstop, with blacks selling other blacks and Muslims selling blacks they had captured in conquest. For some strange reason, black American athletes take Muslim names and carry them with pride, starting with Muhammad Ali, obviously unaware of the facts I’ve just mentioned. Yeah, right.
The first whites who profited from slavery were Charles V and Ferdinand of Aragon, who shipped a couple hundred black slaves to the new world. The shipment became a nonstop one-way trip for hundreds of thousands of blacks sold to their North American clients by Muslim and other African masters. Reframing history is, of course, part of history, and today’s so-called minorities choose to ignore the truth while banging the drums against white devils. Bad-faith arguments can be found in every aspect of today’s news, with white policemen, white history, and white culture being at the forefront of hate. Starting with the once wonderful Disney company, now at the forefront of antiwhite content and antiwhite policies. A Disney cartoon such as Rise Up, Sing Out tells young children that “racism in the world affects me and you, and your skin color is what defines you.” Talk about child molestation, not even the Nazis had thought of brainwashing with cartoons.
Dividing Americans into white people who are stained and people of color who are innocent and pure is the left’s ghastly enterprise today. Whites are compelled to go to work and sit through Diversity, Equity and Inclusion humiliation sessions, while white government employees ditto, with Critical Race Theory shoved down their throats. The left in America wants to indoctrinate everyone to believe that what matters about a person is their skin color.
The reality is, of course, quite different. Black leaders have let their constituents down since the ’60s by not reading the riot act to them. Instead of preaching to young women not to have multiple children before marriage and so on, and to fatherless young men not to buy guns and join gangs, they blame whitey for their flock’s self-induced disasters. Biden is beholden to identity politics, hence the nation will remain split unless he’s rejected. And as long as black leaders continue to play the race card, blacks will continue to feel that the law and blue-eyed white devils are against them from the start.
The Week’s Most Disaster-Heading, Needle-Threading, and Matzo-Breading Headlines
PALM BLEEDINGS
Remember Dionne Warwick’s Psychic Friends? Well, Danielle Cherakiyah Johnson was a psychic enemy. A self-described “black astrologer, psychic, and recording artist” with 100,000 followers, Johnson, aka “Ayoka,” gave tips about life, love, and how to buy her self-produced album Crystal Balls and Woodpeckers.
Last month, Johnson became convinced that the then-upcoming solar eclipse signaled the apocalypse.
“Ayoka” was not A-okay.
Shortly before the eclipse, she began madly posting on X that everyone should kill themselves to merge with the “new world of magic” that would be birthed in the blackout.
“We Can do it!!! Can do it!!!! Believe!!!!! You magic is in what you believe,” she tweeted.” Then she stabbed her boyfriend to death.
His magic is in he no longer be live.
Remember Heaven’s Gate, the cult that committed suicide to board a spaceship inside the Hale-Bopp comet? Their leader was named Applewhite. Johnson was “stabbleblack.”
After giving her man a total eclipse of the heart (via butcher knife), Johnson tried to murder her two daughters, killing one and injuring the other, before taking off in her Porsche (there’s always income in astrology) and leading police on a high-speed chase.
Dionne Warwick? More like Flee-on, Warchick.
Driving recklessly, Johnson sped down Pacific Coast Highway. Sadly, even though “Ayoka” had a third eye, she still couldn’t see that tree. She was pulverized in a bloody collision.
Dionne Warwick? More like Die-on, Gore-ick.
Pity. She totally fit the bill for a diversity hire at Cal State Berkeley.
FATS DOMINO EFFECT
It’s impossible for anything to happen in the world without the media asking, “But how does this affect blacks?”
As reported last week, there were even news stories about how the solar eclipse affects blacks. And now we know the answer…they murder people and drive into trees.
Last week the L.A. Times finally got around to asking, “How does the new generation of weight loss medications affect blacks?”
Needless to say, the answer is, “It victimizes them with racism.” According to scribe Karen Kaplan, a woman so Jewish, Palestinians lose olive groves just by looking at her (she’s a multi-winner of the prestigious Nobel Oys), blacks are being deprived of the new meds even though they need them more, being fatter.
Kaplan’s source is the book 1,000 Yo Mama Jokes.
Still, it’s easy to understand why blacks want those meds: They sound black.
Repatha? She’s on welfare down at the projects. Jardiance? He’s a rapper. Januvia? That’s Jardiance’s baby mama. Bydureon? He’s the rival rapper Jardiance shot. And Evolocumab? Jardiance’s Africa-born attorney in the murder case.
Don’t forget O’zempic; he’s having a great season with the Knicks.
While it’s true that on average black Americans are more obese, perhaps instead of buying meds, they should amend their daily diet of fast food. When you’re willing to murder people over not getting enough guacamole, sweet-and-sour, or BBQ sauce, that might indicate you have a poor relationship with food.
Plus, Ozempic has several negative side effects. There’s “Ozempic face”—a sagging and premature aging of the skin. Even worse, there’s “Ozempic muscle loss,” which causes frailty and limb weakness.
Wait…maybe it’s worth it to subsidize Ozempic for black folks. Imagine how many fast-food workers could be saved if their biggest threat was a bunch of frail, saggy-faced Whitman Mayo-lookin’ mofos who don’t even have the muscle strength to throw a punch.
A prudent investment for America!
FELONIOUS FOLLIES
Last week’s news was jam-packed with immigrant crime stories. The Miami Herald ran a feature on a bloodthirsty Venezuelan immigrant gang called Tren de Aragua (Spanish for “we no blow leaves”). The story was covered by the Herald because the rest of the media headlined a black man who tripped on a curb (“KKKoncrete: The Lynching of Black Pedestrians”).
Meanwhile, the NY Post reported that an entire Queens neighborhood has become an “open-air market for migrant crooks.”
And it was such a nice borough.
Everyone’s talking about how El Salvadoran President Bukele used the harshest means to curb crime. But last week the world was reminded that there’s another nation where “tough on crime” reaches exceptional heights.
In Japan, death row wardens arbitrarily decide when inmates croak. Same-day executions are the norm. None of that “ten years to appeal.” Remember the joke about the Asian workman who’s told by his boss, “Go bring the supplies,” so he hides in a corridor and jumps out screaming, “Supplies!!!!” Well, Jap wardens love nothing more than to “supplies” convicts with “You die today!”
And the convicts have had enough. A group of ’em petitioned the Osaka District Court to outlaw the practice, claiming it’s “cruel” to know that any morning you might die, with zero advance notice. And maybe they have a point, considering that in Japan the average death row inmate was convicted for not bowing enough.
Last week the court handed a defeat to the inmates, explaining that with Nanking off-limits, Japs gotta be cruel to someone. Besides, what are Japs known for if not efficiency? The only surprise is that the death chamber isn’t a vending machine.
Compare that to what happened a month ago in Idaho when the lethal injection execution of murderer Thomas Creech had to be called off because doctors couldn’t find a vein. Even the least functional San Francisco junkie can find a vein. But American doctors can’t.
Japanese efficiency puts us to shame.
True story: Creech is on death row for beating his cellmate to death with a sock full of batteries. And talk about cruel! The attack just kept going and going and going…
GLOCK BLOCKED
In America’s version of China’s “social credit system,” everyone gets treated equally. The only problem is, their actions aren’t equal.
Last week Kansas Attorney General Kris Kobach, backed by GOP officials in a dozen states, sent an angry letter to Bank of America for apparently “de-banking” Christian and conservative organizations, with BofA having canceled dozens of right-leaning accounts for “operating a business type we have chosen not to service.”
One such de-banked org is Timothy Two, a Christian missionary group that was dropped for “proselytizing indigenous people.” De-banked as well? Tommy Tutone, dropped because “how long are you gonna milk that damn song?”
Also last week, a “prankster” called an 81-year-old man in Clark County, Ohio, telling him that somebody was on their way to his house to kill him. The jokester then used Uber to send an unknowing driver to the old man’s home.
Hilarity ensued. If by “hilarity” you mean violent death. The panicked old man, who’s white, shot the driver, who’s black. She died, and he, being white, will likely go to prison…surely a death sentence at his age. So, two lives lost.
Uber knows the identity of the account-holder who pulled the stunt, and last week the company assured the public “that account has since been banned.”
Take that, dude who destroyed two lives!
Picture him at home right now, devastated, punished worse than if sent to prison. “Now I have to use Lyft? But I still had a 50-percent-off credit with Uber [max savings $8 per ride, offer excludes peak hours, discount applies to fare and service fee but not tolls and taxes]. Oh, why did I choose a life of crime?”
That’s what passes for punishment these days—being banned from apps and services. Only problem is, it’s being applied to the law-abiding and lawless alike.
RULES FOR RACE-ICALS
In a move so stunning and brave it made every tranny in America bow their head in awe, all major American book publishers—which these days is a whopping four—have joined forces to sue Iowa over its “law that bans books depicting or describing sex acts from school libraries or classrooms.”
Penguin Random House, HarperCollins, Macmillan, and Simon & Schuster took time out from crushing small publishers to file the suit, in the name of free speech!
No word on when these champions of free thought will chime in on the books that are banned for sale to adults, like the tranny-critical When Harry Became Sally… and Takimag scribe David Cole’s autobiography Republican Party Animal and its sequel, I’m a Bitter Old Crank and I Despise Every One of You (that’s not just the book’s title but the entirety of its text).
One book that isn’t banned is the new release Race Rules: What Your Black Friend Won’t Tell You, by black author Fatimah Gilliam, a self-described “diversity disruptor.”
Last weekend ABC devoted an entire hour to Gilliam’s book, which is a list of rules for whites to follow so that they never offend a “POC.” These rules include:
“Stop hue-jacking” (and stop Hugh Jackman while you’re at it)
“When POCs say it’s racist, believe them”
“Don’t ask about someone’s name”
“Become a racism disruptor” (wait, if “disruptor” refers to stopping something, “diversity disruptor” doesn’t mean what moronic Gilliam intended)
Left off the list was “Keep the fries hot,” but that’s only because it’s a given.
Actual hilarity ensued during Gilliam’s book tour when radio host Jesse Lee Peterson had the temerity to bring up the white elephant in the room: Gilliam’s obviously not black. Rachel Dolezal is darker. Hell, Shaun King is darker. Gilliam claims to have “black genes,” but she almost certainly means “jeans.”
Oddly, Gilliam’s Rule #2 is “race is a social construct.” Yet when called out on looking whiter than Emma Stone, she cites genetics.
Racial frauds and trannies with anal sex manuals for kids…their books get lauded and defended. All other authors are truly anally boned.
My memory is good in almost exact proportion to the uselessness of the information I call upon it to memorize. Why this should be, I do not know; perhaps it is an unconscious rejection of utilitarianism as a guiding principle of life.
In like fashion, I have spent a considerable proportion of my allotted time reading about current events over which I have no control and upon which I can have no influence, and which will affect me only marginally if at all. Does one have a duty to keep oneself informed about what is going on in the world, considering also that, however hard one tries, one cannot keep abreast of everything? For all I know, a terrible epidemic may be raging in some corner of the world, killing multitudes; but why should ignorance not be bliss, where knowledge will make no difference?
An old friend of mine called me the other day and asked me whether I thought that he should drink his oldest vintage port (1955) before the Third World War broke out: It would, after all, be a shame to die without having drunk it. I could not advise him since I am not gifted with exceptional foresight. My predictions are usually wrong, partly because I mistake, as many people do, projections for predictions.
For example, I remember predicting, on the occasion of my first visit to Egypt in 1982, mass famine in the near future because the population was growing by 3 percent a year while the area available for cultivation was decreasing by 1 percent a year. While one could not say that things have gone swimmingly in Egypt ever since, there has been no such famine: There are too many variables and imponderables in human history to be able to predict its course by recourse to the simple (and simplistic) logic that I employed.
My friend with the vintage port was worried that the situation in the Middle East would develop into the Third World War. It so happened that, at the very time he phoned me to ask for my advice on his important dilemma regarding his port, I was reading a book on the current, so far regional, war. It was by the excellent French academic and commentator on the region, Gilles Kepel, titled Holocausts: Israel, Gaza and the War Against the West.
This author, it seems to me, is fair-minded and prepared to follow the evidence wherever it may lead (he has therefore to live under police protection and was excluded from his university post). The convolutions of Middle Eastern affairs are so intricate that they can make one dizzy, we who long for a quiet and simple life, and generally achieve it. Hypocrisy is too weak a word for the changing alliances, betrayals, reconciliations, underhandedness, double-dealing, disinformation, and inflated rhetoric of the politics of the region. Neither is the expression double standards quite adequate to describe the way in which events are assessed from a moral point of view. Kaleidoscopic standards would be a far better term.
Kepel has for many years been a proponent of the view that the religious ideas and beliefs of Islamists are to be taken seriously, even if they are intellectually nugatory from the rational point of view, as a factor—perhaps the most important factor—in the creation of the present conjunction. We in the West, having undergone a long and unidirectional process of secularization, now find it difficult to believe that anyone, apart from a few very odd people, could take religious millenarianism or utopianism seriously. Just as people at one time could not believe that Hitler meant what he said, so we cannot believe that the words of Yahya Sinwar, the leader of Hamas in Gaza, are other than mere rhetoric.
According to Kepel, among the deceived was the Israeli prime minister, Mr. Netanyahu. He thought that Sinwar was essentially a windbag and his threats rhetorical. Therefore, he thought it safe to station most of the Israeli army in the north of the country, to protect the settlements on the West Bank. This was important to him because his whole government relied on the support of those small political parties that were most in favor of such settlements; and this in turn enabled, or emboldened, Hamas to attack Israel and commit its atrocities on Oct. 7 of last year. An additional consideration for Netanyahu was that, if he lost power, he would face certain legal difficulties that might end in his imprisonment. Politicians don’t just think of their countries, they think of themselves, though they are apt to conflate the two.
Kepel’s book stimulated me to think of the problem of proportional representation. The two-party system, in which political competition is reduced to that between two parties in which winner takes all, and which cannot possibly represent all shades of opinion on all important subjects, means that large numbers of people may feel unrepresented, or indeed totally ignored; but in a system of proportional representation, in which many more opinions enter the fray, the tail may end up wagging the dog, and a small minority of near-lunatics may become disproportionately influential. This is because its support is necessary for the survival of a coalition government, led usually by someone who is avid for power, or at least office, and would rather have the support of the near-lunatics than lose all possibility of power. Politicians, at any rate successful ones, do not go into politics to play eternal second fiddle. Mr. Netanyahu is said now to enjoy the support of only about 15 percent of his countrymen, but it is in the nature of a constitutional order, and perhaps an inevitable weakness of it, that a country may be legitimately led by a leader who is disliked or even hated and despised. The problem is that the alternative to this, constant palace revolution or constant referenda, is probably worse. I can see no perfect solution to these dilemmas.
But now it is time for a real decision, one that I can (within limits) deeply affect: What am I going to have for lunch?
Theodore Dalrymple’s latest book is Ramses: A Memoir, published by New English Review.
For years I worked as police reporter for The Washington Times, spending long hours in squad cars in various cities getting to know cops well. Now I listen to nice white people in the suburbs, and self-assured voices from NPR, talking about the police. They know nothing of the world where the police work. They do not know the bad sections at 3 a.m., the yawning dark alleys and lightless facades of buildings, the boredom, and the radio, the soul of a squad car, the laconic chat of the net. Slow night.
Not all are slow. I rode one night with the Arlington force, the Virginia county just outside of Washington. The call came: “Man down, gunshots reported.” Dark residential street, tree-lined, too late for the suburban houses to have lights. The guy, maybe Hispanic or Asian, was on his back, breathing but not moving. The bullet had cut a furrow in the top of his head, brains swelling out like pink vaginal lips. We listened to the stertorous breathing. There was nothing to do. The ambulance came and the parameds worked on the guy. There was no point in it, but it is what they are paid to do.
You see things you don’t want to see. On a foot beat, in the Shaw district of D.C., late, streets empty, we found a blonde woman, maybe 30, crawling on the sidewalk, drunk, bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand. Late-stage alcoholism. Seeing a cop, she crawled toward an alley, hugging her bottle. She had wet her pants.
We walked on. The cop wasn’t heartless, but it was Saturday night, the jails and shelters would be full, and there is nowhere that wants a terminal alky. What was her story? Bad marriage? Lost her job? Everybody has a story.
From the Virginia side of Key Bridge across the Potomac, a bike path runs through grass past the Pentagon to the Washington Sailing Marina. Someone had reported a foul smell. I and three cops went to investigate. Following the smell, we found a dead guy in a clump of bushes. Judging by the pistol next to him, he had offed himself. A dead guy after several days in the August sun is not attractive, skull white where not covered by gunch remnants sliding off.
Cops see this stuff. You can’t let it get to you so you do the macho thing. So do female cops. This time someone said, “Maybe mouth-to-mouth would save him.” There was grossed-out laughter. It wasn’t contempt. Nobody thought the dead guy was funny. But you can’t let it get to you. It turned out later that he had a hard breakup with his girlfriend.
You probably don’t know what “immersion cuffs” are. If you hold a little girl’s hands in boiling water, the submerged part puffs up pink, like cuffs. That there is a name for this suggests that it is not isolated. Cops know about these things. They see them. It is why they grind their teeth at night and have a high divorce rate. One cop told me that he had turned down a job on the child-abuse unit because he would kill somebody. Abuse by police can have its appeal.
A Maryland cop once invited me to his home and was showing me photos of things he had seen on the job. One was of a human face that had been completely skinned with an X-Acto knife. See? It’s not a job. It’s an adventure.
In the sprawling crazy nights in the big cities, a camaraderie unites the three street trades, police, fire, and ambulance. If the crews do not know each other personally, which they often do, there is a unity that comes of sharing a world that nobody else knows. You likely have never tried to intubate a man copiously spewing blood from his mouth after going through a windshield, crushing his chest. You might think something wrong with people who can stand around such a scene talking about are you going to Jack’s barbecue Saturday? You can’t let it get to you.
Things can be amusing in a screwy way. Ages ago, when Reagan emptied the asylums onto the streets, one of these mandated escapees was a woman who entered office buildings and turned off lights, announcing herself as being with Trash Police, who don’t exist. Finally, the police told me, she decided to help the telephone company by putting on a pair of pole-climbers in one of their trucks and began trying to climb a pole. This allowed the cops to invoke “danger to herself or others” and take her off the street.
The racial element is always there with police because almost all the crime is perpetrated by blacks. At NPR, saying this would elicit cries of racism. NPR does not live in the real world. Cops do. For them, the racial makeup of crime is a matter of daily observation. Blacks dislike cops and cops come not to like blacks. The black world deep in the big cities is another country, another civilization, and immiscible with the outlying white culture. Black cops know this as well as white cops know it.
Sometimes you can just about lose all belief in human decency. The small black girl found in a Dumpster, wrapped in garbage bags, something like 30 pounds underweight for her age. She had rope burns on her wrists, some fresh and open wounds, others just scars. It turned out that she had been kept always in a closet and barely fed. She died, it was concluded, because to muffle her cries her parents had put her in a hooded jacket backwards and she had suffocated.
Think what you will of cops. They are not perfect. But they are out there, day and night, amid the blood and snot and cum, the screaming freshly raped girls and the desperate old women dying amid their vodka bottles and the insane and miserable. Try it, and then judge.
Inundated by the constant tidal wave of horrible news hitting us here at home, as well as abroad as the world finds itself in the express lane toward a massive regional Middle East War that could easily blossom into a global conflict, the relief and schadenfreude that comes along every once in a great while these days with even the smallest scrap of good news is always welcome. In fact, there are a couple of such stories that have been flying under the radar that certainly could fall into this category. What’s more, many of my estimable colleagues believe they’re not merely anecdotal but strongly indicative of major societal trends that have the potential to blossom into popular movements to stop and perhaps reverse our seemingly inexorably leftward trajectory.
At least, that’s what they appear to be on the surface. I too am desperate to cling to these and any optimistic predictions, but my optimism is tempered by the knowledge that the ideologically driven incompetence and lust for absolute power of the anti-American Democrat-Left flies in the face of all logic and reason. The era of Bill Clinton-esque “triangulation,” even if it meant just a temporary retreat or just a short pause of that leftward trajectory, is now an unacceptable price to pay by those who now run that party and movement. They’re within a red nether hair’s breadth of grabbing the brass ring of permanent absolute power, and because they have the instrumentalities of government and the private sector at their command to achieve it—and have wielded them nakedly and shamelessly—traditional political considerations are not only moot, but could be toxic, politically and otherwise.
The first case in point is the full-court press by the Joey Sponge-Brain Sh*ts-Pants Junta to dismantle the fossil fuels, abolish the internal combustion engine, and replace both with electrically powered vehicles. Regardless of the fact that the infrastructure to charge millions of EVs is nonexistent, ditto battery technology in terms of range and safety, and most of all the cost of owning an EV makes them out of reach of the average consumer, they are hell-bent on imposing them on America. Because of this, the American consumer has rejected EVs to the point that every major manufacturer, from Mercedes-Benz to Toyota and GM, is either massively scaling back or outright eliminating EVs from their lineups.
And perhaps the best-known brand in that sector, Tesla, is now following suit:
Tesla, the most iconic of EV manufacturers, seemed to be avoiding this skid. Unfortunately, the realities of being a niche market with every increasing cost associated with production have caught up with the firm headed by billionaire Elon Musk.
“Tesla will lay off more than 10% of its global workforce, according to a memo sent to employees by CEO Elon Musk. The company’s shares closed down more than 5% on Monday. ‘As we prepare the company for our next phase of growth, it is extremely important to look at every aspect of the company for cost reductions and increasing productivity,’ Musk said in the memo obtained by CNBC. ‘As part of this effort, we have done a thorough review of the organization and made the difficult decision to reduce our headcount by more than 10% globally,’ the memo said.”…
Furthermore, EV sales continue to decline and other car companies are beginning to make alternative production plans as a result. Until there is a charging infrastructure network that can accommodate the entire American public, an electric grid that can handle capacity, enough natural resources to build models at a moderate price, and technology that doesn’t ignite when it gets wet or won’t start when it gets too cold, this may be the beginning of the end of the road for EV-mania.
Well, except for in the minds of lunatic eco-activists who are pushing their insane “Net Zero 2050” agenda. If we could power cars with their hot air and smugness, then we would be able to run our vehicles forever.
On a recent Cut Jib Newsletter podcast, historian and science blogger Bob Zimmerman and I affirmed that we’re actually fans of Elon Musk, mostly because SpaceX is a giant thumb in the eye of the Junta’s drive to wipe out independent, free-market entrepreneurialism as well as for X/Twitter being perhaps the last large bastion of free speech open to conservative voices of opposition. As for Tesla, well, EVs are nothing more than souped-up golf carts; status symbols that at present are just not capable of supplanting gasoline- and diesel-powered vehicles. That assessment is the sane, rational one. And yet, the Junta and the enviro-Marxists persist. Hint: They do so for anything but altruistic reasons like saving the planet by stopping so-called “climate change.”
Hold that thought for a while as we examine another category entirely, the entertainment industry. The collapse of the movie industry as a whole, with Disney being the prime example, as a result of backlash from ticket buyers and content subscribers against “woke” agitprop strangling golden-egg-laying geese from the Marvel Universe to Star Wars to James Bond and everything in between, should be seen as a lesson to the Bob Igers and Kathleen Kennedys of this world. Should be.
Before answering that question, here’s another little bit of schadenfreude to dunk into your mug of “covfefe”:
Left-wing billionaire Jeff Skoll’s woke film studio Participant is reportedly shutting down operations and eliminating most of its staff—the latest victim of Hollywood’s sharp downturn that has seen a bloodbath of layoffs and budget cuts.
Participant, founded in 2004, often financed projects with social justice and globalist themes, including former Vice President Al Gore’s climate change documentary An Inconvenient Truth and its sequel. Other titles include the Obama’s Netflix documentary American Factory and the Ruth Bader Ginsburg doc RBG….
Hollywood’s tectonic shift to streaming entertainment has wreaked havoc with the specialty movie model that depends heavily on theatrical distribution to generate word-of-mouth business and awards-season buzz. Specialty titles that would once have received a theatrical release now almost all end up on streaming platforms in lieu of cinemas.
Participant also experienced a number of high-profile box office flops—including the environmentally themed Dark Waters, starring Mark Ruffalo, and the Matt Damon thriller Stillwater…. Hollywood studios have been hit hard in the past year, enacting deep budget cuts amid a perfect storm of economic chaos that includes Americans continuing to cancel their cable TV subscriptions, the steep downturn in TV advertising, and streaming losses in the billions of dollars.
For sure, the rise of alternate personal venues from computers to smartphones to streaming services absolutely put pressure on traditional movie theaters. Yet this was a natural evolution and change of the culture as to how the consumer, now younger and more tech-savvy, wanted to consume/experience entertainment. The COVID lockdowns, gradually rising and then skyrocketing costs since the installation of Joey Sponge-Brain Sh*ts-Pants, plus the rejection of the majority of normal Americans of ham-fisted “woke” propaganda are the death knell of Hollywood as it was. Or at least should be. Here too, they still persist.
Yet again, the question is why? Why continue to waste billions of dollars producing films and shows or EVs no one wants to see and no one wants to drive? Why take the far-and-away No. 1-selling beer in the nation and kill it along with tainting all the other labels of Anheuser-Busch?
Elon Musk and Tesla aside, since he is essentially an enemy of the State, the reason is because ideology now trumps sanity. Plus the fact that the corruption that has all but destroyed the American system of government and the Constitution has crept into the so-called private sector mostly via at least three generations of academic brainwashing.
Considering brainwashed Marxist automatons and power-mad venal tyrants control virtually all of the instrumentalities of government that, because of their lack of ethics, morals, aforementioned lust for power, and in-your-face hatred of this nation, people, history and culture as founded, and now their willingness to use it to crush us like insects as can plainly be seen with Donald Trump’s show trials among many other things, nothing can deter them from flooring the gas pedal (or the potentiometer?) and hurtling the car into the Grand Canyon.
Even if woke studios go broke, even if EVs are no longer to be made, that does not mean ipso facto that non-woke if not pro-American Judeo-Christian-affirming or plain old normal stories will be made or that a return to the sanity of gasoline-powered vehicles is guaranteed.
Quite the opposite. It makes no difference. The bottom line is total control of the citizenry by an all-powerful State. How? By seizing control of “the means of production” and prohibiting any alternatives. Any voice that challenges accepted State policy or woke worldviews will be silenced. Total control is the goal. Whether you refuse to purchase an EV because you don’t like it or because you can’t even afford one—coupled with the strangulation of the internal combustion engine, leaving no practical, affordable alternatives—you are essentially stranded in place, so the end result is the same: total control by the State.
Remember, it’s hard if not impossible to subjugate a highly mobile society. QED.
Soon the government might shut down your car. [So-called quote-unquote “president”] Joe Biden’s new infrastructure gives bureaucrats that power. You probably didn’t hear about that because when media covered it, few mentioned the requirement that by 2026, every American car must “monitor” the driver, determine if he is impaired and, if so, “limit vehicle operation.”…
The kill switch is just one of several ways the government proposes to control how we drive. California lawmakers want new cars to have a speed governor that prevents you from going more than 10 miles per hour over the speed limit.
That would reduce speeding. But not being able to speed is dangerous, too, says Fix. If “something’s coming at you, you have to make an adjustment.” New cars will have a special button on the dash. If you suddenly need to speed and manage to find the button when trying to drive out of some bad situation, and it lets you speed for 15 seconds. For all these new safety devices to work, cars need to spy on drivers. Before I researched this, I didn’t realize that they already do….
Biden’s infrastructure bill also includes a pilot program to tax you based on how far we drive.
“A mileage charge seems fair,” I say to Fix. “You pay for your damage to the road.” “Correct,” she replies. “But when you start allowing them to do this, they could say, ‘We don’t want you to buy a firearm.’… ‘We don’t want you to go to that destination. So we’re not going to let you start your car.’ It’s about control.”
I push back. “They’re not controlling me.”
“They can,” she replies. “Wait until you get a bill for your carbon footprint. ‘You’re at your maximum for carbon credits. We’re not going to let you drive today! Take the train. Take the electric bus.’”
“This is paranoia,” I suggest.
“Maybe,” says Fix. “But so far, everything that I’ve said about these things, each step keeps coming through.”
“Control” was supposed to be a Janet Jackson song, not a how-to-do-it manual.
Yakov Smirnoff, a refugee from the old Soviet Union who was Borat decades before Borat, and unlike Borat actually funny, making a highly successful career as a stand-up comic poking fun at the crumbling former communist dictatorship, famously quipped:
In Russia we only had two TV channels. Channel One was propaganda. Channel Two consisted of a KGB officer telling you: Turn back at once to Channel One.
So, a kill switch on a car to prevent you from driving too fast, or even driving at all. Media that prevents you from expressing your own opinion or hearing opinions and messages contra the Junta. Banks and credit card companies that monitor what you purchase and to whom you donate. At some point, if you want to donate to Trump or your pro-life charity, the bank will not process it, via its own “kill switch.” For your own good, of course!
On the classic TV show Get Smart, Control were the good guys and Kaos evil. But in this case, the invisible hand of Adam Smith—the millions of individual choices made by millions of individuals—is in one sense a form of chaos. That is, a controlled form of chaos where many individuals through their freedom of choice control the market and everything that flows from it. That kind of elegant, natural freedom and independence is in direct contravention of those who have unleashed ideologically driven chaos by destroying freedom of choice in the quest to “control” individuals as just one mass of a populace. Again, for our own good because we’re too stupid and unenlightened to know what’s good for us.
Children guided and molded by benevolent parents? Or sheep herded to the slaughter?
(On a point of personal privilege, I have been absent from these pages as well as from my own blog for a few weeks due to a serious medical situation that for the time being is under control—no pun. I’m in good spirits, feeling no pain, and not impaired in any way that impedes my daily activities, at least for the time being. I will continue to post essays until my consult with the doctors next week, to see whatever treatment lies ahead. Hopefully, it will be as minimally invasive as possible, and I can be back up and writing on a regular basis as soon as possible. That said, I can’t begin to express my gratitude for all the prayers and words of encouragement I’ve received and truly believe, God willing, they do work miracles.)
