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Democrats Go Full Stalin on Kavanaugh It was already highly unlikely she was ever going to testify; this is a convenient excuse, a stalling game. But it is more than the usual cheap political stunt.  It’s vicious, ugly, and more than slightly sadistic. In regards to Judge Kavanaugh, Democrats are channeling Comrade Beria’s famous dictum: “Show me the man and I’ll show you the crime.”

By dropping the college requirement, the companies are free to hire the black over the white, the female over the male. After all, without anything close to an objective standard, the latest moral fads handed down from on high are the default filter. It also makes the diversity tax explicit. Companies will be expected to hit their vibrancy quotas, because they will not have the excuse that they cannot find qualified non-white candidates.

The Hysterical Campus – Where are the faculty? American college students are increasingly resorting to brute force, and sometimes criminal violence, to shut down ideas that they don’t like. Yet when such travesties occur, the faculty are, with few exceptions, missing in action, though they have themselves been given the extraordinary privilege of tenure to protect their own liberties of thought and speech. It is time for them to take their heads out of the sand.

A History of Chowder –     The word chowder likely comes from the French word, chaudiere, which is a special type of cauldron. As you may have guessed, it’s this type of cauldron that was likely used to make what has evolved into what we now know of as chowder. While the exact origins of chowder are a bit unclear, according to the article, the tales that suggest chowders were first made on French or English fishing boats off the coast of New England and Nova Scotia about 250 years ago seem plausible. For my money, if chowder is a variation of the word chaudiere, I’m going with the first chowders being French. They may have made their way into North America via the English, but I’m guessing the English came by it by way of the French. And you know what? Since no one knows for sure, this rationalization is as good as any!

“There are scarcely any human beings who do not have some lunatic beliefs or other to which they attach great importance. People are mostly sane enough, of course, in the affairs of common life: the getting of food, shelter, and so on. But the moment they attempt any depth or generality of thought, they go mad almost infallibly. The vast majority, of course, adopt the local religious madness, as naturally as they adopt the local dress. But the more powerful minds will, equally infallibly, fall into the worship of some intelligent and dangerous lunatic, such as Plato, or Augustine, or Comte, or Hegel, or Marx.” — David Stove

Bean Puzzle Tombstone – Wellesley, Ontario  

We must consider that we shall be a city upon a hill. The eyes of all people are upon us, so that if we deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken, and so cause Him to withdraw His present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword through the world.” —John Winthrop, 1630

Artist Spotlight: Shana Wilson

“His Girl Friday” Is A Red Pill Classic That Most Men Have Never Seen The Press is Nothing but Liars, Slanderers, Thieves, and Crooks. One of the major themes of the movie is that reporters are conniving trash and all have agendas that gratuitously shape everything they “report.” (Sound familiar, Journolisters?). Almost every scene has a reporter lying, backstabbing, or being a heartless jerk, all for the sake of their stories.

All That’s Left For Normal Men Are Rotten Women    The Western world is a sinkhole for women. The prettiest of the bunch fall into the hole and get spit out years later an entitled #MeToo hag who can never be happy, making the Islamic four-wife rule seem downright egalitarian. The sad truth is that if you meet an attractive girl today, she was pumped and dumped by numerous sexy men, prefers to nurture her career than children, is addicted to attention via the internet, and has participated in some kind of scheme to exchange social status or cash for her pussy. She’s more than suitable for a bit of fun, but would it be wise to seek a relationship with her?

Google Will Link Searches to Personal Phone Numbers in China  Sources familiar with the project said that prototypes of the search engine linked the search app on a user’s Android smartphone with their phone number. This means individual people’s searches could be easily tracked – and any user seeking out information banned by the government could potentially be at risk of interrogation or detention if security agencies were to obtain the search records from Google.


On the Infestation of Small-Souled Bugmen    He is a zombified consumer, an emasculated wage slave, a vessel emptied of meaning and refilled with plastic, pixels and silicone. He is what a sterile corporate wasteland spews out. Millions of him, almost exact replicas who are relentlessly told they are unique by clever marketers, and who believe it. He is a personality defined by brands, a blue-checkmarked Twitter user. Bugmen are what we get when a culture is infantilized, watered down and stripped of the very intellectual, philosophical and honourable fibre that once made it great. Totally dependent on the compromised support of his nanny state and high-tech devices, the bugman has been reduced to the status of a domestic animal. A 200-pound child.

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  • dhmosquito September 20, 2018, 11:42 AM

    Pike Place Chowder. New England style. Say no more. Gerard, I’m sure, knows this.

  • Casey Klahn September 20, 2018, 12:47 PM

    Mr Mosquito: that was an ironic comment, wasn’t it?

    A thousand dollar iPhone!?! That settles that. I gotta vote democrat next election, because I’ll be needing the government to buy mine.

  • ghostsniper September 20, 2018, 3:01 PM

    The bug-person phenom is a result of the 3 tendrils of : poor parenting, lying media, and urbania submersion. There is some relief from it out here in the hinters, but not much.

    To sort the rotten women from the not, you have to ride em hard in all ways and put em up wet. No exceptions. Then walk off, turn your back and just go. This is no place for emotion. Think 10th century viking raids. Most of today’s women will be sifted out at this point. If she comes back she is signalling she is ready for round 2. If you play the new game with the old rules you will fail. You have to go back, waaaay back, to the days of oldt, and play the new game the oldt way. Remember, it’s not about emotion, it’s about science.

    Last time I had chowder ii was CONC chowder and it was at this place: http://www.lazyflamingo.com/
    A big fat bowl and a whole plate of CONC fritters for dunkin’.
    (it’s pronounced CONK)
    If you haven’t done that then have not truly lived.
    Yeah, it’s a little ‘spensive but all the good stuff in life is. But it’s not THAT ‘spensive.
    Gwan, splurge, get up off some of them legal tenders.
    Hint: Get the table in the back left corner, with the big porthole window looking out on the water, and watch the nature aquatic show while drowning them fritters. But leave some room cause we ain’t done yet. We just startin’.

    From the parking lot, turn left and head north on Stringfellow toward lovely downtown Bokeelia. Just before you curve left, eyes right, for the largest custom family residence on the island, designed by.
    Me!
    9,000 over top square feet facing right out onto the vast Charlotte Harbor with Boca Grande in the distance. All tropical and modern looking and look! it has turrets all over the place, some are even stacked up on top of each other, how in the world???? OK, come back to reality, we got stuff to do.

    Continue on around the curve and head west on Main St. and watch for Capt’n Con’s Fish House http://www.captnconsfishhouse.com/ on your left, right across from the Bokeelia Fishing Pier http://www.bokeeliafishingpier.com/ . Gwan in the capn’s jakey little joint and latch onto the grouper basket. I gar-on-tee you will find not better anywhere. Grouper is the king of fishes, as far as eatin’ goes. When your done, if you can still walk, saunter across the road and drop a hook off the end of that 400′ pier and maybe you can get a grouper to take home, for supper. The best groupers are the big 80lb black ones but you won’t catch them off the pier. You’ll need to go back next to the Lazy Flamingo, and at Four Winds Marina https://www.fourwindsmarina.com/ you can get a boat. NOW you can do some REEL fishin! YeeHaaaaaW!

    Otherwise, head back east on Main and watch for the Crossed Palms Gallery https://www.facebook.com/crossedpalmsgallery/ on your right (southside of the road). Step inside and look up an artist from Cape Coral named Dave Belling, he does watercolors. Very nice, local Florida seascape type stuff with personality. Our home is littered with his framed and triple matted masterpieces. In fact, we designed our Florida home to showcase art and his in particular. Take a piece of Florida home with you and every time you see that thing it will bring you right back, in your mind. Where my RumRunner is?

    2 doors east of the gallery you’ll see the amazing Tarpon Inn that was originally Captain Con’s house when it was built in the late 1800’s. Abandoned in the 40’s and left vacant for decades the winds of time and hurricanes had their way with it. But it was built with hardy native stock and held up reasonably well. MY BIL and I often joked about buying it and turning it into a B&B and lo and behold in the late 1990’s some wealthy folk did just that, and they hired ME to do the historical restoration on it. The oldest house on the island. I call them the Hysterical Society cause they’re almost always headed up by hysterical old women than need to be slapped now and then to stay focused. Careful. A nightover in that joint will wreck your credt card, but it’s real nice. REAL nice. Splurge.

    Next to the Tarpon notice the signage for the largest condominium project on the island, SeaGull Bay. Guess who designed it? wink Sorry, no units are currently available but they do pop up now and then so stay tuned but be advised, they go for at least a half mil and up depending. Exclusive! Live the salt life!

    4 doors east of the Tarpon Inn you’ll see the Buckley residence. It too faces out onto Charlotte Harbor. Man! It is the 2nd oldest home on the island and I did the restoration work on it too. Yes, hysterical variety. You know, bullseye glass, stumps for footer pads, 100 year old bottles between the studs, etc. All lovingly restored to it’s original splendor with the added benefits of materials and workmanship of today. It’ll last another 100 years at least. Oh look, it has a widows watch all the way up on top! The Captains wife used to pace back n forth up there as she waited for her husbands ship to emerge from the horizon in the west.

    Snap out of it! You’re back in your dismal reality. But you can put reality on hold for s spell, like the american communists have done permanently, if your money is right. Call up Delta right now and book your flight, Southwest Regional Airport (which I hauled baserock to in a 21 yard dump truck when I first got out of the army in 1978) awaits and welcomes you!

  • pbird September 20, 2018, 7:29 PM

    Ghost is a true romantic. Second paragraph what the hell are you talking about, in practical terms. You give me the giggles.

  • LS September 20, 2018, 8:26 PM

    All That’s Left For Normal Men Are Rotten Women

    Living in a college town, I see this acutely.
    Fresh-faced freshman girls… two years later they drop out as sullen-faced, thousand cock stares with epileptic sharpee tats, uglyfying in rebellion to Something, all the while looking miserable.

    Yeah, they’re adults, but surrounded by an extant culture of shite media and shite academia, the last defence is the failing shite parenting.

  • Marica September 21, 2018, 5:33 AM

    “I gar-on-tee you will find not better anywhere. Grouper is the king of fishes, as far as eatin’ goes.”

    1. Gar-on-tee. Good. Justin Wilson in my head today will be good. Thanks.

    2. Respectfully, pompano. Pompano is king. How could it be otherwise? Good looking fish, too. And who doesn’t like to eat good looking fish?

  • Suburbanbanshee September 21, 2018, 6:48 AM

    So the way to deal with a culture of broken women is… to break more women? Or break them even further?

    Yeah, that’ll work.

    Or you could go meet some nice young ladies at church. The ones who’ve never even been asked out, because they are obviously nice and don’t dress and act like trash. You will probably have to date them in groups, because they are afraid of men like you.

  • Bill in Tennessee September 21, 2018, 7:15 AM

    As to the Kavanaugh hearings and ongoing circus, it’s about time for one lone, courageous person on the committee to look directly at Sen. Feinstein and ask the McCarthy-era question, “Have you no shame, senator, have you no shame?”

    Of course the cynical reply would be, “Nope, not one stinkin’ bit of shame, senator, grow up, it’s the 21st Century….shame died during the Clinton administration.”

  • Casey Klahn September 21, 2018, 7:18 AM

    Fla is one of the few places I’ve had good fish in the past few years. Because I grew up on the beach, I am picky about fish. Seattle is not that great for fish. Neither is San Fran. Fla: excellent. Finland: excellent. Alaska? Fugget about it! Excellent, also.

    Fish, to Rotten Women. Enough said. Hard to stay out of trouble with that one. That’s why the article is funny, isn’t it? My current pet peeve is the buzzed side of the head look. Tattoos? Too fucking many.

    Lunatics. I looked down the ranks during the last election. 2 guys to my right and the somewhat insane beliefs begin. Same on the left. And these are the best of the bunch! Never mind the shitz on the other side of the aisle! I call for a return to the education of logic. This alone would double the sanity level on Earth.

  • ghostsniper September 21, 2018, 9:19 AM

    “And these are the best of the bunch!”
    =========================

    Some famous dood said something about politics, that he wouldn’t join a club that’d have him.
    Voting now is nothing more than tightening the noose around your neck.
    In my lifetime I bet there’ll be open season on voters as they are accessories BEFORE the fact of all gov’t crimes.

    If you seen a criminal choking the shit out of someone and that person wasn’t dead yet, wouldn’t you shoot the criminal in the head? Voting is choking the citizens and especially the productive ones.