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Live Not By Lies by Alexander Solzhenitsyn (1974)

Solzhenitsyn penned this essay in 1974 and it circulated among Moscow’s intellectuals at the time. It is dated Feb. 12, the same day that secret police broke into his apartment and arrested him. The next day he was exiled to West Germany. 

[An excerpt. Emphasis added]

Our path is to walk away from the gangrenous boundary. If we did not paste together the dead bones and scales of ideology, if we did not sew together the rotting rags, we would be astonished how quickly the lies would be rendered helpless and subside.

That which should be naked would then really appear naked before the whole world.

So in our timidity, let each of us make a choice: Whether consciously, to remain a servant of falsehood or to shrug off the lies and become an honest man worthy of respect both by one’s children and contemporaries.

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Something Wonderful: Moonlight

Clair de Lune by the National Symphony Orchestra Pops, led by conductor Emil de Cou, at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in Washington, DC, on June 1 and 2, 2018, as part of a celebration of NASA’s 60th anniversary.

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Drive-By: File Under “Shaking in My Boots!”

Sigh. These things do not even rise to the level of “cannon fodder.” One clip from an M-1 Garand and you’ll have two rounds left for clean-up on aisle 3.

I’m always puzzled and a little saddened by these demonstrations of limp bravado. I’d put these sorts as the kinds of “throw-away” kids their ideological pimps use to place a bomb in a baby-carriage; the ones they train to light the fuse and then forget to get away. If things ever got sporty they’d be compost in the first fortnight. I just want to find them and take them for a long, fatherly walk to tell them that they just don’t understand what a rifle round does to center mass of a moron.

Via the always astute Francinepink at MOTUS A.D.: Divas Always Wear Mink


Two Wheeled Trip on the Paved Road to Hell

Couple Bikes Near ISIS Territory – Gets Killed

We will go tandem as man and wife
Daisy, Daisy
Peddling our way down the road of life
I and my daisy bell
When the roads and we both despise
Please men the lambs as well
There are bright lights in those dazzling ice
A beautiful daisy bell

Daisy, Daisy give me your heart to do
I’m half crazy, hopeful in love with you
It won’t be a stylish marriage
I can’t afford the carriage
But you look sweet upon the street
On a bicycle built for two

“You read the papers and you’re led to believe that the world is a big, scary place,” Austin wrote.

“People, the narrative goes, are not to be trusted. People are bad. People are evil.”

“I don’t buy it,” he continued. “Evil is a make-believe concept we’ve invented to deal with the complexities of fellow humans holding values and beliefs and perspectives different than our own… By and large, humans are kind. Self-interested sometimes, myopic sometimes, but kind. Generous and wonderful and kind.”

However, Austin and Geoghegan’s dream trip came to a tragic and gruesome end when they got to Tajikistan, a country with a known terrorist presence. They were riding their bikes through the country on July 29 when a car rammed them, ​​according to CBS News. Five men got out of the car and stabbed the couple to death.

ISIS posted a photo after killing the American liberals.

“We’re number one!”


Let’s Review 113: Big Waves and Bad Americans

I have never seen liberals be more annoying than they are now. These last few weeks really were a flipping point for me, with the depression over the Supreme Court and the way the detention centers were being spun by the liberal media. It’s obviously a game. Here’s Rachel Maddow crying on TV, and pictures of Trump detention centers. My stepfather, who is a Polish Jew, had his entire family wiped out when he was an infant. Throwing around words like Nazi, Gestapo and comparisons to Weimar Germany is like, “Really guys? You’re going there?” I’ve had enough. I think there’s a reason why the #WalkAway movement is getting it’s ten seconds of fame, because there’s a real reaction toward the stridency of how Democrats are expressing their disappointment. It’s turning a lot of people off. Bret Easton Ellis on Podcasts, Politics and How His Dark Satire Predicted Trump’s America

Ashes, ashes, all fall down! Horrified Onlookers Watch as 71 Drug Users Collapse in Connecticut Park… IN ONE DAY

There is no secular authority willing to challenge the power of the new theogarchs. Mark Zuckerberg went to Congress and lied his face off, knowing they were afraid to lay a hand on him. By the 2020 election, social media will have banned Trump and all Trump supporters. The solution, in time, is the people in these oligopolies will have to fear the peasantry in real space. The same civil authorities that are too weak to oppose the theogarchs will be too weak to protect them. Feudalism.Net | The Z Blog

It’s probably nothing: Chinese Purchase Large Mexican Radio Station Near US Border | American Partisan

Media Disappointed Only 30 White Nationalists Showed Up At Event They Hyped “We really wanted to use this to inflame the race war, so we were pretty bummed when we couldn’t get a good shot of millions of neo-Nazis marching through the streets of Washington,” said one CNN reporter.

Enemies everywhere: Nancy Pelosi Accuses NBC of Trying to ‘Undermine’ her Speaker Prospects

Identify the people in the photo…!  The Morning Rant
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Back to School

Yesterday I heard of a young mother who came downstairs early in the morning to find her fifth-grade son dressed for school but flat on his back in the middle of the living room staring in despair at the ceiling.

MOM: “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

BOY: “I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t do it. I just can’t go to school anymore.”

We all know how that small strike ended. Management made an offer (“Go to school or else.”), and the union of one caved in with a few plaintive “But mom’s…. ”

I first thought that there was rough justice in that. After all, the thought of actually going on a ten-minute “I-won’t-go-to-school” strike never would have entered my ten-year-old mind. If it had I would not have heard the dreaded promise, “Wait until your father gets home.” No, I would have heard the thermonuclear announcement, “I’m calling your father at work and telling him to come home right now.” That one always alerted me that I had only one half-hour to get my affairs in order.

Today, after mulling the lie-down strike a little more, it seems to me there’s more than a little to be said on the side of the fifth-grader’s strike. After twenty years of schooling and more than thirty on the day shift, those early grades seem — looked at through society’s grubby glasses — to be an idyllic time. After all, weren’t they?

No real worries. No problems with the opposite or the same sex. No goals other than getting to Christmas break, Easter break or the long and endless summer. No money to make. No money, in fact, to speak of at all. All your expenses covered. No taxes. No sense of mortality. In short, the lost and golden land of childhood. We all think of it, once far removed from it, as some distant Edenic idyll.

School days, school days
Dear old golden rule days
Readin’ and ‘ritin‘ and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hickory stick

But if we try and shift our point of view a bit, and if we try to remember all those things the haze of our twice-told childhood fairy-tales hides from us, we might see it — just a bit and just for an instant — from the point of view of the fifth-grade boy flat on his back in the living room staring at the ceiling in utter despair.

Here he lays. He’s been going to this job of his for as long as he can remember. Unlike my experience which didn’t start until kindergarten, today’s boy has probably been working in the education industry since age 3.

They started him out on basic blocks and why he shouldn’t nail somebody who took his cookie. Those are hard lessons. How to stack something up so it doesn’t collapse in a heap at the first shudder in the earth. How to “share” your very limited and very personal resources. Why you don’t just whack anyone who irritates you with the nearest blunt object.

These are basic lessons, and we forget how hard they are. Some of us don’t learn them at all. Those people are either in prison, assembling bombs, or CEO of a Fortune 500 company.

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Castle Indolence

for Tom Disch

Once I worked in projective verse,
But found my work was for the worse.
Today I add scintillas of technique
Which, sprinkled in, reveal the scenes I seek.

Thoughts are scantily clad in rime, it’s true,
But other thoughts are hidden out of view.
To offer rules that eviscerate tradition
Is freedom for a day, but for a life — perdition.

In subsidized workshops, our pampered poets sweat,
Renouncing honest doggerel and making bets
On who will win the laurels and be fully funded
(At least ten grand a year, perhaps a hundred.)

To achieve their purloined prize, they teach the kids
To scrawl barbaric yawps on everything they did
And didn’t do to Barbie or to Ken
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Singer Aretha Franklin takes a bow at the Elton John AIDS Foundation Gala at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine on November 7, 2017, in New York City.

Aretha Franklin is in hospice care –

Update: Aretha Franklin Dead at 76


Of the Democrats and Divorce

In a way, the Democrat party is somewhat like a first wife contemplated at a safe distance in time and space from the divorce.

You know you loved her at some point, but you can’t really remember why.

You know she was beautiful to you then, but now you can only see the ruins of that beauty, and you are glad you had the best years.

You know that, yes, you must have been happy with her and had a lot of good times, but now you can’t remember where or when.

When you think about her now you can’t really believe you wasted all those poisoned years with her just because you hoped that somehow, some time, she would grow sane, beautiful, and young again.

In some way, in some universe, that hope should be true about the people you loved. When it comes to the politics you once loved it is never true. When a party goes insane and degenerates into a diseased mass of hate, into ‘an old bitch gone in the teeth, / A botched civilization’, it never really reforms.

Like they say in the National Parks, ‘Once a bear is hooked on garbage, there’s no cure.’



Full screen and speakers up. Trust me.

“Chasing storms with a Phantom Flex4K is stressful even when things are going well. There were at least 10 days where I returned home with my tail between my legs and nothing to show after a ten hour chase and 500 miles. There were also a couple of days that I drove home with an ear to ear smile that lasted for hours. Most of the lightning was captured in my home state of Arizona. I also spent a week in the Great Plains chasing with Chad Cowan. It was during this time that I captured a time-lapse of the massive super-cell shown twice in Transient. For some reason that damn super-cell refused to spit out a proper bolt.

Lightning is like a snowflake. Every bolt is different. I learned that lightning varies greatly in speed. There are some incredible looking bolts that I captured that didn’t make the cut because even at 1000fps they only lasted for one frame during playback. I also captured some lightning that appear computer generated it lasted so long on the screen.” Dustin Farrell


This woman earns $50,000 a year selling luxury chicken diapers [Pampered Poultry- Fashionable Chicken Attire, Diapers and Saddles]

The sad fact here is just how fast they would spend other people’s money. The costs are staggering with universal healthcare: for a national, Medicare for all approach, it could cost up to $32.6 trillion in the first 10 years, overshadowing our already massive $20 trillion national debt. At the state level, the costs are also sobering: California’s universal healthcare plan would cost $400 billion annually, or twice what California’s annual budget for everything is, including the newly formed Plastic Straw Stasi Division. In New York, people are being assured that yes, taxes would have to go up 156 percent, but have no fears, this will actually save money in the future. Question: have you ever in your life seen a government program that cost less or saved money? Me neither.

I denounce myself being Black!

Hey Hey Ho Ho, Afghan War has got to go! The Taliban was always going to win, because the Taliban only has to outlast the USA, which was never going to stay permanently in the Graveyard of Empires. The God-Emperor should point out that the Afghan Occupation has served its purpose and bring the troops home. They’d be put to much better use on the southern border… or the western one once California secedes.

The Battlecunt In The Wild: Kaitlan Collins, CNN Propagandist You’re already picturing the lantern jaw, beady eyes, thin lips, broad shoulders, thick neck, demonically arched eyebrows, slut bangles, perpetual smirk, sinewy marathon-carved vascularity, impudently jutting clavicles, and thousand cock stare indicative of the low estrogen and/or high testosterone of the clitdicked, status striving, careerist shrike, aka battlecunt. You’d be right!

Picture a school marm in a rural one-room schoolhouse and you’re close to the socialist’s idyllic niceness. Socialism is a nineteenth century relic most closely allied with feminism, the only “ism” their consitution cites. Socialism is prettiest in pink. Under our current socialist regime the citizen’s part is to be nice, do nice things and make nice things and share nice things fairly and nicely. Competition is selfish because everyone can’t be a winner.

Netflix has over 27,000 categories for its movies and shows (including ultra-specific niches like “French Zombie Movies” and “East Asian Forbidden-Love Action & Adventure”), but you probably knew that just from using the service. What you may not realize is that you, as a user, have also been placed into a category. Netflix has “a couple thousand” categories of users, called “taste communities.” I, for instance, am apparently in a “taste community” consisting of a single member called “Probably The Memphis Strangler.”

Chronically ill man releases audio of hospital staff offering assisted death | €œIt is the real truth of what is going on in Canada regarding so many assisted deaths without appropriate safeguards, in combination with the lack of necessary care that is not being provided to persons who are suffering.
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Moose, Really BIG Moose. Dogs, Really BIG Dogs

Meanwhile, “It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood”…

Monday Bonus Feature: Walking 42 Saint Bernards Through the Woods
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The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo

The Leaden Echo

How to kéep—is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere known some, bow or brooch or braid or brace, láce, latch or catch or key to keep
Back beauty, keep it, beauty, beauty, beauty, … from vanishing away?
Ó is there no frowning of these wrinkles, rankéd wrinkles deep,
Dówn? no waving off of these most mournful messengers, still messengers, sad and stealing messengers of grey?

No there ’s none, there ’s none, O no there ’s none,
Nor can you long be, what you now are, called fair,
Do what you may do, what, do what you may,
And wisdom is early to despair:
Be beginning; since, no, nothing can be done
To keep at bay
Age and age’s evils, hoar hair,
Ruck and wrinkle, drooping, dying, death’s worst, winding sheets, tombs and worms and tumbling to decay;
So be beginning, be beginning to despair.
O there ’s none; no no no there ’s none:
Be beginning to despair, to despair,
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Martha’s Vineyard: Why pay less?

Summer’s last gasp heating up and so it’s time for the cool to get cool by the shore. Martha’s Vineyard’s shores will be less cool this year because, so we hear, the coolest black president America’s ever had no longer cools out on Martha’s Vineyard now that he has to pay for it. How uncool is that?

Regardless, Martha’s Vineyard still thinks it’s cool because the Most Cool One in the history of the known universe, the Holy O, injected it with many metric tons of cool which the island, eating its seed, now grinds it into fishmeal to feed to the worshipers of the Obama Shrine. When that’s done, the Vineyard will look and feel, at last, pretty much like Provincetown, but without the Gay Pride floats and speedos (so far). People worry about the coming fall and the midterms, but I don’t worry about such fetish fevers when I see that the all-consuming chill of “cool” is likely to get us first.

Cool’s a funny thing. Before it was cool to be cool, being cool was actually sorta cool. But now that being cool is as required as a tramp-stamp at age 14 in order to gain admittance to a U2 Concert, cool’s just not cool. Once “cool” is codified it’s kaput. And since cool’s not cool, there is no way to really be cool. That would be okay since nothing cool is cool forever. After all, the groove must move to keep from becoming a rut.

The problem is that the left-behind Culture of Cool has now infested the landscape like locusts on crack and is gnawing the cool out of the American earth. Cool comes from a random sense of motion whirled within a certain spirit of place. As Kerouac wrote, “Man, you gotta go.” Once you kill that spirit with predictable motion, you don’t have cool, you have kabuki. And moving in that dead dance you don’t find hipsters, but cold corpses twitching in a jerking dance of post-mortum effects. You know, like pithed frogs or latter-day rappers.

I don’t mind rappers since I know that, with time, they’ll melt back into the landscape like compost blasted out of a wood-chipper. What I do mind is how cool, when passing through a place, is starting to scour the landscape of classic American cool places cleaner than a drag-chained desert mesa. As some wise-guy observed, “Once the antique stores and the poodles show up the groove moves on.” The problem is that the groove is running out of places to move to. I’ve come to believe that the lack of cool places is due to the consistent invasion of places that were once cool by progressives disguised as cleaned-up hippies with money still left on their VISA cards.
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American Digest Saturday Night Live Cold Open

Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled
Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field
A gypsy with a broken flag and a flashing ring
Said, “Son, this ain’t a dream no more, it’s the real thing”

– -Bob Dylan


Birds of the Dawn

First Dinosaur Tail Found Is Preserved in Amber and Covered in Feathers: The piece—which is about the size of an apricot—had already been partially shaped into an oval by a jeweler.

Rather than damage their research, this actually helped them analyze the cross section of the tail, where they discovered remnants of iron deposits found in dinosaur soft tissue. The sample dates to the mid-Cretaceous Period, some 99 million years ago. And the feathers? While the first fossil evidence of feathered dinosaurs was found in the 1990s, the 1.4-inch preserved appendage is the first time scientists can clearly associate plumage with these extinct creatures. Based on the tail’s structure, it’s believed that it belonged to a juvenile coeleosaur. Coleosaurs are a group of theropod dinosaurs that includes everything from tyrannosaurs to modern birds. — My Modern Met

The Creation maybe mysterious in that much is yet to be revealed but is not a secret. It is pervasive and profound. Just look around. Where did the dinosaurs go when they became extinct? Into the sky. If you wish to see the dinosaurs today, look up.