Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.)
—Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman
Eight criminals and counterrevolutionaries were forced to kneel on the outskirts of Harbin on April 5, 1968. In the moment before their execution, a guard tried to separate two condemned lovers, far left. Li Zhensheng, Photographer of China’s Cultural Revolution, Dies at 79
Google Game of the Day:
Go to google.com
Type in any 3 numbers
Follow those numbers with “new cases” (no quotes)
Hit return and scan the results. BrainWash. Rinse. Repeat.
Sickening. We count @JackPosobiec as an ally and honest / hardworking / honorable family man. To see a veteran and member of the press attacked like this should make us all feel angry. Turn that anger into actions that stop this type of behavior. https://t.co/OZ9wIbdIer
— Central Florida Post (@CFLPost) June 27, 2020
Once you admit that the individual is merely a means to serve the ends of the higher entity called society or the nation, most of those features of totalitarian regimes which horrify us follow of necessity. From the collectivist standpoint intolerance and brutal suppression of dissent, the complete disregard of the life and happiness of the individual, are essential and unavoidable consequences of this basic premise, and the collectivist can admit this and at the same time claim that his system is superior to one in which the ‘selfish’ interests of the individual are allowed to obstruct the full realisation of the ends the community pursues.’ — Frederick Hayek – The Road to Serfdom
What Is Going On? Joel D. Hirst The new International Socialist marches on, conducting like an orchestra the international battle cry to be managed; a beautiful melody of outrage and victimization and oppression, selectively targeted against the villains who so perfectly match our own American villains in profile. Rage against a border wall, ignoring the 600-mile-long wall erected by the Saudis to keep out poor Iraqis; decrying immigration laws overlooking the Central American refugees deported by Mexico; words like ” bigot” and ” racist” hurled as new weapons against the prohibition of calls to prayer in the ancient silence of the Black Forest while turning a blind eye to the Christians murdered in Egypt and Iraq. Condemn Israel; ignore Palestine’s martyr factories and hold only the West accountable for Global Warming while letting Brazil and China and Africa and India propagate the sixth great extinction. This madness all has the same traits, for the ‘victim’all is permissible. For the oppressor, nothing.
Toxic Glass and Steel Coffins in Hyper-dense City Centers The Asian and European populations, during the Black Plague of the 1350s, would finally figure that moving away from the dead and dying outside of the city was the only remedy. Six hundred years later, is this also the best that can be done? Entire metro populations are hiding indoors, afraid to mingle again. They are being ordered to shelter in place, etc.
Black Lives Matter and Jonestown – The New Neo Jonestown turned into a nightmare, but it was aided and abetted by a combination of the leftist Democratic Party in charge of San Francisco and a pack of even more leftist activists such as Angela Davis. Most people remember the horrific suicides – which in my post I explain were less suicides and more like a massacre – and consider the episode to have been the result of a religious cult. But what is often forgotten is the leftist origins of the entire operation, and the totalitarian mind control and Stasi-like tactics of Jim Jones and his inner circle.
And most people don’t remember that this was done with the help and approval of the Democratic Party.
And I hate to break this to you, but this is a race war. It’s not Republicans versus Democrats, East versus West, individualism versus collectivism, Christians versus atheists, or any of the things they’re trying to say it’s about. It’s a race war. Why? Because the war’s official rallying cry starts with the word “Black.” This isn’t Blue versus Grey. This is White versus Everyone Else. I didn’t want a race war. No one I know did. But one has obviously been declared… If there’s anything positive to come out of the past month, we may have finally seen the death of the ludicrous idea that race doesn’t exist—and especially that whiteness doesn’t exist. White people are easy to find in a riot. All the videos prove it.
A rebel group forced the leaders of a rival group to kneel and be criticized outside Harbin’s North Plaza Hotel on Jan. 17, 1967. The steps were the site of numerous “struggle sessions.”
You don’t have to agree with everything on this list to think this tweet is funny. I’ve been laughing for five minutes so far. https://t.co/6t9jpV9N4P
— Scott Adams (@ScottAdamsSays) June 24, 2020
— Jack Posobiec (@JackPosobiec) June 23, 2020
Burke on how a vocal minority amplified by dishonest publications can be made to seem far more important that what they in reality are. 1790 pic.twitter.com/QiGZSGXjXA
— Wrath Of Gnon (@wrathofgnon) February 18, 2017
Escape From Minneapolis If Minneapolis City Council President Lisa Bender didn’t exist, Portlandia would have had to invent her. After a degree from UC Berkeley, Bender worked for a New York City bike lobby, then did a stint in San Francisco, before she went back to Minneapolis to work for Minnesota’s DOT on bike lanes while running the Minneapolis Bicycle Coalition whose burning passion was putting bike lanes everywhere. Once in office, Bender began transforming entire streets into bike lanes. The plan was to have 60% of the residents of Minneapolis using bikes, walking, or taking the bus by 2030. Nobody bothered drawing up a budget for how much this plan would cost because that would have just rained on the parade. Or rather snowed on it because Minneapolis gets an average of 100 days of snow.
Our Establishment is revolting in fact, it stinks on ice. What you see out there is our alleged betters struggling mightily to hold onto the power that we Normal people dared to wrest away from them in 2016. One component of their campaign is the burning and looting information operation conducted by black-clad pawns. The other component is the soft power corporate/media/cultural conspiracy to silence dissent and enforce fearful conformity to their narrative. Usually, a revolution is conducted by the peasants to throw off a tyrannical ruling class. Here, the ruling class is waging a political and cultural war to retake and then tighten its grip on the masses. They are no longer even pretending to seek the consent of the governed. And once they retake power, that’s it – they will never give up power again.
For those pathetic Never Trumpers salivating at the prospect of his most recent rally flopping in attendance, they jumped too soon. The overnight Nielsens put the television audience, who opted to watch from their Barca-loungers, and miss the COVID and the BLM/Antifatard riot potentials, while hanging on every word at the rally mere steps from their own bathrooms, literally buried every other TV event for the week, at last report. Remember, the list of people who’ve run aground on the rocks of “This will finally be the End of Trump” looks like the Manhattan phone book. Literally. People working or hoping for his departure or demise this side of January 2025 are apt to be sorely disappointed. Raconteur Report: The Days Are Just Packed
Fake Noose And Our Imaginary Noose Problem Like the Maytag repairman, things are so quiet that the FBI doesn’t have much to do these days. That’s why fifteen FBI Special Agents were urgently dispatched to the Talladega Superspeedway to conduct an investigation of the pull rope in Garage Number 4. The pull rope in Garage Number 4, was probably much the same as the pull ropes in all the other garages, but last week, old number four had been assigned to Bubba Wallace, a NASCAR driver who wore an, “I Can’t Breathe” t-shirt and painted “Black Lives Matter” on his car. And so, 15, count ‘em, Feds were dispatched to investigate the provenance of the pull rope in Garage Number 4.
The Democrats Indulge in a Death Wish – The Democrats’ prayerful attempts to retard the economic recovery, swaddled in fear-mongering and humbug about the coronavirus, run up against the popular ambition for restored prosperity. There is immense liquidity in the system, and the only feeble barrier to a sharp economic revival is Democratic media defeatism about the pandemic. It won’t work, though it will take some weeks to emerge from under the mountains of media misinformation that have been built up over the issue. Time is on the president’s side not only in public health and economic matters but in political realities. At some point Joe Biden is going to have to face questions from journalists who actually wish to have coherent answers to relevant questions, not just the toe-curling deference of Joy Behar and Don Lemon.
What Happens When the Madness Ends? – Governor Cuomo and Mayor de Blasio vie for televised braggadocio. But when the cameras leave, and they will soon, both will be left with billions of dollars in damage, lost commerce, bankrupt budgets, and urban flight. And their whiny appeals to American deplorables for financial assistance, their attempts at shaming clingers for a bailout, will likely be the stuff of comedy. What will California’s multimillionaire Governor Gavin Newsom do when his silly press conferences end, but his 13.3 percent income tax rate and 47-cent gas tax still don’t come close to closing his $50 billion annual deficit? Give more adolescent lectures about how the virus and lockdown are “reimagining a progressive era as it pertains to capitalism”?
When the frenzy subsides, what will universities themselves say after charging jacked up tuition and room and board costs for indebted students to take their classes on zoom from their parents’ basements? Will they cite “overhead” or praise the new “digital learning,” or institute “givebacks” of student payments, or claim new diversity coordinators and administrators to combat white privilege necessitate budgetary constraints?
What about the Chick-fil-A CEO—worried about corporate losses from vandalized stores and past bad PR from gay boycotts—who urged that whites wash the feet of black people? What will he do when it is again against the law to loot and deface, and when few of any racial lineage would enjoy such groveling hands on their feet?
The Reign of Terror will end and the Thermidor reaction is on the horizon. Today’s opportunist virtue-signaler will be tomorrow’s gullible fool. Tonight’s brave looter and edgy arsonist will be tomorrow’s matter-of-fact felon. This morning’s memo-writing social justice executive and administrator will be seen as tomorrow’s rank abettor of McCarthyite persecutions. And the coveted and esteemed racial arsonist of the moment soon will become the ostracized segregationist.
Americans believe there is one thing more regrettable than a falsifier—and that is an opportunistic and careerist falsifier.
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— Dan Bongino (@dbongino) June 26, 2020
— Kurt Schlichter (@KurtSchlichter) June 26, 2020
Your Betters For Biden Once upon a time, when I believed in the fairy tale that is Conservative, Inc., I supported Carly Fiorina. She was running in California and was not a Democrat, and I would have supported a talking chancre sore over a California Democrat. At least in the case of a herpetic lesion, getting it might have at least been a little fun; getting the kind of dopey rich Republican losers we tried to use to plug the holes in the dike keeping out communism in the Golden State was no fun at all. Remember Michael Huffington (Mr. Arianna), Meg “I had an illegal alien housekeeper” Whitman and Arnold “Well, I impregnated my housekeeper” Schwarzenegger? “Successful business person” Fiorina was just another of these pseudo-con Crassuses – she looked at the election landscape and thought “I guess today I’ll be… Republican. That way, I don’t actually have to have any political experience – I can just write checks.” And they would inevitably lose like at Carrahae.
Lab-Made? SARS-CoV-2 Genealogy Through the Lens of Gain-of-Function Research If you hear anyone claim “we know the virus didn’t come from a lab”, don’t buy it — it may well have. Labs around the globe have been creating synthetic viruses like CoV2 for years. And no, its genome would not necessarily contain hallmarks of human manipulation: modern genetic engineering tools permit cutting and pasting genomic fragments without leaving a trace. It can be done quickly, too: it took a Swiss team less than a month to create a synthetic clone of CoV2.
Your Betters For Biden Now, these are the people we are supposed to see glom onto Biden and think, ‘Gee, if these serious, accomplished individuals are siding with that gibbering old pervert, perhaps I should likewise pledge my allegiance to that basement-lurking dementite.’ And we are assured these are all the best people. You’ll see generals assure us that the guy playing and (losing at) tag with the squirrels in his backyard is the guy we should entrust with the nuclear codes, and our response should be to wonder why, if these general are so competent, that after 20 years not a single one of them would dare walk around alone outside a Kabul Army base. You’ll see elderly journalists who got canned for fraud resuscitated to instruct us on the immorality of supporting Trump. You’ll see movie stars and politicians and professors and the very cream of the crop of our crappy institutions beseeching us not to exile them from power yet again.
Schoolchildren with red-tasseled spears and Red Guard armbands paraded past a Russian-style department store in Harbin in 1966.
He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead. — James Joyce, The Dead