Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Last Crusade

Trump's win has shaken things up with the right as well as the left. What do you all think about this post by author John C. Wright? Is it a lone voice in the darkness or a rallying cry that will be taken up by the men of Christendom?

"We are behind enemy lines. A darkness is haunting the world. The lamps are going out. As the lamps die one by one, the darkness grows.
For too long, far too long, we have patiently watched the denigration, the desecration, and the destruction of all cherished things in life, great and small. We have seen our freedoms eroded, our wealth robbed, our culture corrupted, our laws and customs turned from loyal watchdogs to ravenous wolves, trespassing on the very rights they were erected to protect.
Nor is the corrosion limited to politics. The political order is the fruit of but one branch; the culture is the trunk; the soil is the moral foundation of the people. The bedrock is faith.
But in these days the rock is shattered, the soil is poisoned, the trunk is hollow, so the fruit is maggoty and putrid.  The religious, moral and cultural sources from which politics spring have also been savaged, beaten, and exiled. A whole world has been buried under a bottomless trashheap of lies and curses.
All branches of life are afflicted. The enemy is victorious on all fronts."

Read the rest HERE.




Friday, January 20, 2017

'Twas the Night before Donald

We are so excited that Obama is exiting stage left at last, not a day too soon! (In fact many many days too late, but that's another story).

The Israeli press is all gearing up for the inauguration, but us observant Jews are mightily frustrated that we're going to miss all the fun because it's happening when it's already Shabbat here, a time when we don't watch TV or listen to the radio.

But never fear, we can catch up on Saturday night. Meanwhile I wanted to join in the fun just a bit. Here is a great poem* (whose title I cheekily changed in the headline) that I found in the comments section of an Israeli blog, and I thought it might tickle your fancy ☺ :

(*No offence if you wouldn't have chosen Cruz, as the poet writes. I have no opinion on the matter, being a non-American).

T'was The Night Before Christmas 

Twas the night before Christmas, and up in the tower,
The Donald reflected on his newfound power.
The conservative masses had come out in force,
And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.

The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes,
The media lied to them . . . what a surprise.
They had been promised a Hillary win,
But the criminal Clinton took one on the chin.

And though from all corners celebrities flew,
They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue.
They talked about climate, racism, and such,
And they made up good stories . . . but didn’t know much.

The fake news and ignorance came at a cost,
And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost.
They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad,
But fail to acknowledge the one that was bad.

Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed,
Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod.
The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed,
And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.

So out in the streets there arose such a clatter,
It was Soros-paid protestors and Black Lives Matter.
With cities to pillage and windows to smash,
They knew not the issues, but needed the cash.

Eight years of Obama had given them cause,
To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus.
But soon the protestors will feel the pain,
When the wheels fall off of the old gravy train.

And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear,
Upset and offended by things that they’ll hear.
The cocoa and crayons will help for a while,
But fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.

I originally supported, and voted, for Cruz,
In the end, I would vote for whoever they choose.
He wasn’t my first choice, but soon I would cede,
The one they call Trump is the one that we need.

I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,
He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud.
He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs,
Taking this country back from the Washington snobs.

He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat,
And the Brunos he wore made the outfit complete.
For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit,
And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best,
And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest.
His love for this country was on full display,
And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.

He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone,
Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on.
The fate of this country left nothing to chance,
So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind,
Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind.
He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,
With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;

“Now Mattis!, now Kelly!’ now Sessions! and Pruitt!
On Perry! On Flynn, You’re the ones who can do it.
Start lifting restrictions and building the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”;

The roar of his audience rose from the stands,
He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands.
He answered their questions and calmed all their fears,
They knew it would be a fantastic four years.

Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet,
A fellow that Liberals won’t soon forget.
He sent one more tweet as the evening expired;

“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND OBAMA – YOU’RE FIRED!

Congratulations America! May the next 4 years, and hopefully 8 years, bring you unity, prosperity, peace, and yes, goodwill to all men of peace.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Make America Weird Again



The summer of 1974. Vietnam, Watergate... and Evel Knievel.

Roll on, good times. Roll on.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

For Dances



Take with barrel strength bourbon. Neat.

In fact you don't have to drink it particularly, just sip a bit and let the aromatherapy work with the guitar cords and heal.

Monthly maintenance doses are recommended.

I'm a master of Ayruveda for white ppl ;)

Monday, January 16, 2017

Hallelujah

Drove to Pittsburgh yesterday, for a memorial to my nephew Eric, who died at 39 of pancreatic cancer, leaving behind a wife of 17 years and a seven year old son. He died November 21st of 2016, but no-one in PA could go for his funeral in South Carolina. So they held this memorial. just one of the many things that made last year my worst, ever.

I lost a favorite uncle, who was buried on the same day Eric died. One of the kindest men I've ever known, and with a wonderful, clear tenor voice that will never again be raised in song. He sang the very finest "Amazing Grace" I have ever heard. I pray that someone, somewhere made a recording. All those who really knew him commented that the service would have been better if we had heard Harvey sing that song there, instead of hearing an instrumental version of it. just one of the many things that made last year my worst, ever.

I've watched my mother, in just one year, age seemingly 20 years, into a tiny, bent-backed, fragile, birdlike creature. Her memory and mentation have aged just as quickly, into querulousness, un-reasoned anger and simple loss of the mind that gave me my own sense of humor, artistic bent and other things I will always treasure. just one of the many things that made last year my worst, ever.

At the end of 2015 I was approached by the most incredible woman in the world. I linked something from her here in early 2016. We hit it off strongly, we felt the same about so many things. We talked for hours and hours. At one time we talked so long my cell phone ran out of charge, so she called me on my landline, and we continued talking.

She loved my writing, and essentially kicked me to continue (I needed the kicking) so I started a novel, which I planned to call "Stumbles" just to hear her voice telling how well (or poorly) it was coming along. She was already setting me up with literary agents, when I destroyed everything.

She also introduced me to Leonard Cohen, whom I had heard of, but never really heard, first with "Dance Me to The End Of Love" then with "Hallelujah."

I am a stubborn man, she is a stubborn woman, so of course we argued. We nearly fell apart a number of times. but for a while, neither of our hearts would allow that separation to stand. For a while.

We'd had a bigger-than-usual argument in March, but made up again.

The last civil words she ever said to me were
"You are mine,
 You are mine,
but you cannot be talking to other women."

It went rapidly downhill from there.

I kept trying, like a fool. By July she accused me of stalking her online, and I lost my two main Twitter accounts due to that. It was not the loss of the accounts, but the realization that my loss of her was permanent and irrevocable, that was the main reason that last year my worst, ever.

But hey. I am over it now. I no longer look in the mirror and call myself a fool more than three or four times per day. It's been days since I've been in tears.

The last part of the Memorial Service for my nephew was an instrumental version of Leonard Cohen's "hallelujah."

So I guess it has really only been one day since I've been in tears.

Perhaps Matt's talk of "Damned Demons" hit closer to my soul than to some others.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Damned Demons

My high school German teacher was a teacher of the old school. She was strict. She was demanding. But she loved her students.

One morning at the beginning of class she noticed that Patty was absent. My teacher remembered a front page story in the evening newspaper from the day before. A look of fear came across her face and she quietly asked, “Was that her mother?”

I knew where Patty lived. I was also friends with someone whose family was friends with Patty’s family. I knew that Patty’s mother had been in a bad traffic accident years before and was in constant terrible pain.

The story in the newspaper told of a woman who went into her garage, took a garden hose from the exhaust pipe of her car, ran the other end of the hose into the car, got in the car, and turned on the engine.

When I worked the night shift at a radio station in Central California, Mike did mornings. He was a loud, boisterous kind of guy. He had done mornings for years, but was later demoted to mid-days when a friend of the program director’s was looking for work.

Mike ended up quitting a few years later and opened a bar. Ten years after I left the radio station a friend from that station called me to tell that one day, as Mike’s wife was about to go Christmas shopping, Mike told her that she would get a big surprise when she came home.

When his wife came home, she found that Mike had blown his head off with a shotgun.

A few months ago there was a post about of an obituary of one of my instructors from junior college. He was 73, as I recall, and had died of natural causes. That did get me thinking about Dan, another instructor.

Dan was a good guy with a great sense of humor. He was rather dapper, always wearing a three-piece suit to class. He drove a classic Jaguar. Dan was looking forward to me being successful in radio and he could not wait to listen to me on KGO (San Francisco) – even though radio was not my major in junior college.

I tried looking up information about Dan. About the only thing I could find at first was mention of a memorial scholarship in his name. Further searching told me he died in August, 1981. He was 38.

I have a friend from high school who went into the line of work we studied in junior college. Dave is retired now and often travels to diverse place around the world. I did not want to ask Dave when he was on one of his trips. Last night he was home, so I messaged him.

He replied, “Only know the short story, he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Whatever demons he was fighting got the better of him.”

Several days ago I was speaking with someone about what super power we would like to have. We talked about the usual stuff.

Now I realize that if I could have a super power, it would be the ability to slay those demons that drive people to desperation.

As I mentioned, my friend Dave travels around the world. He goes where the people go, not to big resorts. It is as if he travels to see the good in people everywhere. I have often thought that this was his way of fighting his demons.

I just wish I could help others fight theirs.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

An Eventful Week

Who's having a very bad, not so good week: CNN, Buzzfeed, John McCain, the CIA, Meryl Streep,



Who's having a good week: deplorables who voted for a President who takes no prisoners.



Who's worried: The Saker.

*snip*

As I predicted it before the election, the USA are about to enter the worst crisis in their history. We are entering extraordinarily dangerous times. If the danger of a thermonuclear war between Russia and the USA had dramatically receded with the election of Trump, the Neocon total war on Trump put the United States at very grave risk, including civil war (should the Neocon controlled Congress impeach Trump I believe that uprisings will spontaneously happen, especially in the South, and especially in Florida and Texas). At the risk of sounding over the top, I will say that what is happening now is putting the very existence of the United States in danger almost regardless of what Trump will personally do. Whatever we may think of Trump as a person and about his potential as a President, what is certain is that millions of American patriots have voted for him to “clear the swamp”, give the boot to the Washington-based plutocracy and restore what they see as fundamental American values. If the Neocons now manage to stage a coup d’etat against Trump, I predict that these millions of American will turn to violence to protect what they see as their way of life, their values and their country. In spite of the image which Hollywood likes to give of them, most Americans are peaceful and non-violent people, but if they are pushed too far they will not hesitate and grab their guns to defend themselves, especially if they lose all hopes in their democracy. And I am not talking only about gun-toting hillbillies here, I am talking about the local, state and county authorities, who often care much more about what their local constituents think and say than what the are up to in DC. If a coup is staged against Trump and some wannabe President à la Hillary or McCain gives the order to the National Guard or even the US Army to put down a local insurrection, we could see what we saw in Russia in 1991: a categorical refusal of the security services to shoot at their own people. That is the biggest and ultimate danger for the Neocons: the risk that if they give the order to crack down on the population the police, security and military services might simply refuse to take action. If that could happen in the “KGB-controlled country” (to use a Cold War cliché) this can also happen in the USA."
*snip*

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Tom Kratman Leads the Charge

Every blogger will contribute in their own way. This isn't exactly my style, but I'm sure it will appeal to a wide swath of deplorables, especially sci-fi fans and military men, and should be implemented by as many blogs as possible. It would also be a great post on one's personal facebook page or twitter on January 20.

All Your Base Are Belong To Us1

That’s something the Left has never understood, and that’s why its contempt is so heavy with hate. When it spits on the flag or tries to piss out the eternal flame…or yells “Women’s lib” outside the church at an old-fashioned wedding…it does so in such a grim, serious manner, like some “pompous assholes,” as the Left would put it, if only it could judge. The true Right is never so grim; that’s why the left hates its guts, the way a hangman must hate his victim as he laughs and jokes on his way to the gallows.
~ Jean Raspail, The Camp of the Saints

Here is the video that goes along with the meme:

Boots On The Ground

As we deplorable bitter-clingers welcome the new year, bright and shiny, full of promises, we are yet weighted with the knowledge that the work of resetting our nation’s direction has just begun. We’ve taken a breather since the election, regaining the feeling in our hands and feet and brains after the stunning and shocking beatdown of the leviathan global machine on the left and the castrated, bleating traitors on the progressive right. I don’t think any of us actually believed we would win, and now we’re mentally reassessing from our entrenched defensive positions. We’ve spent years mapping out our fighting strategies and preparing for full-blown civil war. We’ve stocked our ammo and our provisions, ready to engage the enemy in a merciless battle for the soul of our nation and the honor of our ancestors. We were ready to fight for the very existence of our Western culture. But then, we won the election. 

What now? 

We deserve to catch our breath. The past eight years, and longer, have been brutal for true Americans, for patriots, for conservatives, for blue-dog democrats. We’ve been kicked, slammed, ridiculed, and called every vile name that could pass the collective lips of the progressive hive. We’ve been accused, and slandered, and spit on, and mocked. We’ve been branded racists, and homophobes, and hillbillies, and crackers, and Uncle Toms by the left. We’ve been called druggies, and lazy, and mooches, and uneducated by the neocons. You would think we would be a ragtag, frayed, cowering bunch of whipped dogs by now, white/black/yellow/brown trash, directionless and hopeless. 

We’re not any of those things. And we’re stronger than ever. 

We can no longer care what they think. Ever again. They’re evil. They despise Judaism and Christianity because they themselves are rudderless and soulless, lost to God, hiding their faces from the Light. They are the enemy, and this is the epic battle of our time. 

Trump and his team will need help, and lots of it, if we’re going to turn this thing around. That’s where we come in. The time is past for kvetching and hand-wringing. We were prepared for action before the election; we must rewire our thinking and strategies for a different type of action now. We must be relentless. We must never stop. We must hammer the mentally twisted and morally sick social justice demons until they are wiped out of existence. 

There are a thousand ways to accomplish this. We must fully utilize all one thousand ways to be successful. 

This is an introduction to a year-long series of blog posts outlining specific actions that individuals can take to do their part in our fight for western civilization, and a new focus for TCKT. It’s my hope that each of you will contribute posts, will enthusiastically assist in fine tuning the ideas of others, and will complete the OODA loop with a singleness of purpose that will confuse and ultimately obliterate the globalists and their prancing ninnies. The strategy can be simple or complex. It can be a one-off or have many components and layers. And remember, the goal is not just to talk, but to DO.

It is also my hope that many other bloggers will participate, in their own way, on their own sites. Dozens of bloggers. Hundreds of bloggers. THOUSANDS of bloggers. We didn't need a leader to propel Trump into the White House, and we don't need one now. Our rifles (and our memes) will be behind every blade of grass.

Because I’ll tell you something.The cold and bloodless power brokers will regroup with a vengeance. We must be prepared. We must battle them with everything we can think of and destroy them. 

A toast to 2017: may God bless us, one and all. Now let's get busy.

Monday, January 2, 2017

This is only a test

I've been having fits with blogger. I can access the dashboard but it won't keep me signed in to comment. Grrr! So, this is an experimental post while I tinker. If you have any advice, I'm all ears. Please remember that I may not be able to answer you. If I can't, I'll try to add an "update" to this post to communicate.


UPDATE: I was hoping that putting up a new post and selecting "view blog" that it would keep me signed in. That would be a big fat NOPE with a side of NYET and a sprinkle of NO WAY.