BTW 16 US Presidents owned slaves. Many of them are featured on US Currecy. ��I’d suggest those offended round up all this objectionable currency – make sure you check the pockets of the clothes in the hamper �� and send all that offensive cash to me. If you need my address ���� pic.twitter.com/jRR6Ls2WtV
— William Shatner (@WilliamShatner) July 1, 2018
Knives are too sharp and filing them down is the solution to soaring violent crime, judge says NEXT, they’ll be coming for the forks.
If you’re in a city it’s useful to know street mobs are deeply impressed by actual opposition. Said differently, they’re cowards. During the 1992 Rodney King riot in Los Angeles, determined Korean-Americans successfully defended their businesses with not much gunfire. The goal isn’t “knock ’em down dead at eight hundred yards” like in the movies, the goal is to convince the mob they’re making a mistake. Putting one on the ground, writhing in pain with a blown kneecap, say, is the kind of publicity you just can’t buy. A centerfire battle rifle is best, but a typical city block only runs a hundred and some yards, give or take a Starbucks. If all you have is a bunny gun nearly everything is in range. Even a shotgun with serious meat-getter loads covers a lot of it. In most cities, the Left is in a position to shut down vendors of ammunition, get as much as you can when you can. And forget “grocery shopping”, lay in supplies, there’s no good reason to get flash-mobbed on a milk run. Woodpile Report
Looking back, it now seems self-evident that conservative pundits were preposterously out of touch. (Who isn’t amused by the Poindexter pretentiousness of George Will’s bow-ties or the pseudo-scholarly piffle of Jonah Goldberg’s byline as “the inaugural holder of the Asness Chair in Applied Liberty?”). [click to continue…]
Little Round Top by Edwin Forbes
The left flank consisted of the 386 officers and men of the 20th Maine regiment and the 83rd Pennsylvania. Seeing the Confederates shifting around his flank, Chamberlain first stretched his line to the point where his men were in a single-file line, then ordered the southernmost half of his line to swing back during a lull following another Confederate charge. It was there that they “refused the line”—formed an angle to the main line in an attempt to prevent the Confederate flanking maneuver. Despite heavy losses, the 20th Maine held through two subsequent charges by the 15th Alabama and other Confederate regiments for a total of ninety minutes.
Chamberlain (knowing that his men were out of ammunition, his numbers were being depleted, and his men would not be able to repulse another Confederate charge) ordered his men to equip bayonets and counterattack. He ordered his left flank, which had been pulled back, to advance in a ‘right-wheel forward’ maneuver. As soon as they were in line with the rest of the regiment, the remainder of the regiment would charge akin to a door swinging shut. This simultaneous frontal assault and flanking maneuver halted and captured a good portion of the 15th Alabama. While Chamberlain ordered the advance, Lieutenant Holman Melcher spontaneously and separate to Chamberlain’s command initiated a charge from the center of the line that further aided the regiment’s efforts.
Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain ordered the bayonet charge on Little Round Top.
During their retreat, the Confederates were subjected to a volley of rifle fire from Company B of the 20th Maine, commanded by Captain Walter G. Morrill, and a few of the 2nd U.S. Sharpshooters, who had been placed by Chamberlain behind a stone wall 150 yards to the east, hoping to guard against an envelopment. This group, who had been hidden from sight, caused considerable confusion in the Confederate ranks.
Thirty years later, Chamberlain received a Medal of Honor for his conduct in the defense of Little Round Top. The citation read that it was awarded for “daring heroism and great tenacity in holding his position on the Little Round Top against repeated assaults, and ordering the advance position on the Great Round Top.” About Little Round Top
Little Round Top (left) and [Big] Round Top, photographed from Plum Run Valley in 1909
Don Henley told the NME that he really did see a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac. “I was driving down the San Diego freeway and got passed by a $21,000 Cadillac Seville, the status symbol of the Right-wing upper-middle-class American bourgeoisie – all the guys with the blue blazers with the crests and the grey pants – and there was this Grateful Dead ‘Deadhead’ bumper sticker on it!” The Boys of Summer by Don Henley Songfacts
Revenge is a dish we eat cold. Very, very cold.
In retrospect, this may well have been the moment when the Left assured its own destruction. Because Trump’s never been an accommodationist, because he does not accept the movement-conservatives’ notion that some wars cannot be won and therefore must go on forever, and because he’s not afraid of total victory, Trump has a chance to defeat the cultural Marxists once and for all, dealing them a blow just as final as that which finished the economic Marxists when the Soviet Union collapsed in 1991.
Don’t look for a re-run of the surrender at Appomattox, though — the modern Left lacks even an ounce of Robert E. Lee’s grace and class. On the other hand, Trump won’t demonstrate Ulysses S. Grant’s magnanimity to his defeated enemies. He just has to crush them. No Substitute for Total Victory | Unexamined Premises
Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding.
Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? Or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? Or who laid the corner stone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
— Job 38
HT: Chuck Ellington
The longer you look the creepier it gets.
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Take your eyes off of any sector in this innovation-driven tech culture and in three years everything has changed. And now you can taste the change. F’Real.
This surprising by-the-side-of-the-road innovation took me by surprise last year in a gas-station/convenience-store just outside of Grass Valley, California. I was looking at an hour and a half behind the wheel before getting home and feeling a bit peckish and thirsty at the same time. After filling my tank of the lower-priced fossil fuel blend I went into the store to check into, well, Dorito Futures for my drive.
Once you’ve taken the Doritos you know you will have to take something else in order to, as we so delicately say, “Wash it down.” As I made my way towards the 500 linear feet of beverage choices my eye was caught by a new machine making a bold claim: “The Best Milkshake On Earth.”
Now for those of you who have memories of what were once called “soda fountains” the milkshake is one of the leading reasons for your childhood worship of these once ubiquitous institutions. Beyond even the holy milkshake lay one thing that was even better– The Malted Milkshake Milkshake. As a boy I was addicted to milkshakes and even went so far as to spring the extra nickel to get the Ultimo Optimo Malted Milkshake.
But those days were, I assumed, long gone and one was forced to either make one’s own Malted Milkshake at home (Ice cream, milk, chocolate syrup, Borden’s Malt, blend until the right consistency), or settle for the cup of aerated milk powder known as the “McDonald’s Milkshake.” I cursed an America that could have forgotten the real milkshake. Without the real milkshake being dispersed across the length and breadth of America I asked myself, “SELF, how can we possibly hope to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN?” I despaired.
Then F’real machine opened my mind and shut my mouth.
It has all the best things about the brave new age in which we are being dragged; personal choice and tasty treats with a screen for entertainment and updating while you wait for the robot to do your bidding.
I was dubious at first. (It’s a robot. How good could it be?) But then I chose the basic “Chocolate Milkshake,” took out the cup from the freezer section, dropped it into the blending cup and waited while the whir and the whirl did their magic.
What happened then? This milkshake aficionado speaks for me.
“Yo, check it out. It just went inside the Millenium Falcon.”
Since that afternoon in the convenience store, I’ve become especially alert for these machines on any route I might take. (There seem to be about 18,000 of them making America great again.)So far they seem to be only found in stores, but I am hoping that soon they will be available for homes.
Then again, maybe not. Considering that every flavor F’real milkshake seems to be on my diet it might be best if I had to commute to it.
UPDATE: It’s too late. Since I last checked three months back the closest F’real was at least 40 miles away. Now they’ve invaded Paradise itself. Still, I have to be strong. I have to show I have real willpower.
UPDATE 2: I am deeply ashamed to confess that after discovering one of the F’Real machines within two miles of my house I resisted its Siren call for less than 30 minutes.
Who says there’s no good news?
Yes, I know it’s not civil and not nice to express these “feelings, nothing more than feelings,” but these days I just can’t help myself.
HT: DON SENSING
Meanwhile, Don Surber offers this labor-saving generic editorial against Trump’s next pick.
I draw upon my 27 years of experience to offer this generic editorial on whomever President Trump nominates for the Supreme Court.
You may cut and paste it, and your boss will not notice the difference.
The Senate Must Reject This Monster
President Trump — a vain, deranged, and impulsive man elected by Russia and not a majority of Americans — has nominated the worst judicial candidate sinceRoger Brooke Taney, the chief justice who authored the Dred Scott decision. [Nominee’s name] may be worse. Not only does [he or she] view African-Americans as chattel, but women as second-class citizens!
Most Republicans want to return America to the oppressive and conformist days of the 1950s when everyone had a job instead of welfare!
President Trump has nominated a person who wants to return to the slave days of 1850s!
This would beArmageddon for our Constitution. Women would be forced to seek reproduction freedom from back-alley butchers again. Republicans would bar minorities and millennials from voting. People would be allowed to own as many guns as they like without registering them;vaginas would be more regulated than assault weapons!
As a justice, [nominee’s name] would declare open season on undocumented workers, forcing them to return to the squalor and violence they fled in their native countries. The Statue of Liberty would be sold as scrap as our borders would be shut to all but a few!…
Yes, it’s a silent screen, but wait for it… wait for it.
Updated with a version with an appropriate soundtrack.
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
And I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord
Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand
I’ve seen your face before my friend, but I don’t know if you know who I am
Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies
And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord
neo-neocon notes: There’s a feeling in the air: hope and change on the right As Professor William Jacobson has succinctly put it at Legal Insurrection:
We are used to losing institutions. The left is not. They are waking up to the possibility that the judiciary may be restored to the neutral role it should play, and would no longer serve as a liberal super-legislature.
That is one of many reasons that their reaction is so intense. These developments are as much a surprise to them as the election of Donald Trump itself, or their failure to drive him out so far, or his rising public approval rating. But the Supreme Court, which they thought would be theirs for the foreseeable future on Hillary Clinton’s election to the presidency, appears to be escaping their grasp. And it may escape it for a long, long time.
‘Fun zayn moyl, in Gots oyer. Lit, From his mouth into God’s ear.
Elsewhere, the song remains the same…
It would seem that many many of our deluded fellow citizens have decided that we don’t need no stinkin’ I. mmigration C. ustoms E. nforcement.
After all, failure to give the Left everything it wants will only mean trouble:
Okay. Let’s Rebrand! I.C.E. needs to be…..
Works for me. Like love a change of logos is all you need. Right? Right!
Raconteur Report: Who Could Have Predicted This?!? Batshit crazy Hispanic Democrat government union employee kills five with a shotgun. Betting that the story goes away completely in 3,2,…
Let’s just not go there to begin with, ok? UNHINGED: “Get Out of My Vagina!” Whoopi Rages at McCain in Meltdown Over SCOTUS, Abortion
He, that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.
When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice: but when the wicked beareth rule, the people mourn. – – – Proverbs 29
The one little minor teeny weeny tiny little flaw in the Democrats’ plan to use minorities to turn America blue is that before minorities come to comprise a majority of America they will first come to comprise a majority of the Democratic Party. That means that a whole lot of white Democrats will be out of jobs.
The Capital Gazette Attack: Is The Media Capable Of Understanding? Until the day the right of all Americans to carry concealed weapons wherever they may be is universally observed, I will continue to argue for that right. I make the point because the police cannot protect anyone. In fact, they have no legal obligation to protect anyone. In any mass shooting, unless the victims have the ability, then and there, to shoot and stop the killer, some number of them are going to be injured and killed before the police, no matter how fast and dedicated, can possibly arrive. Until there are no more victim disarmament zones, no one plotting mass murder will be deterred. They will, rather, seek out such zones, as every contemporary mass murderer has.
In the last few months, I have been actively avoiding television news. I find it too readily stokes my anger at the quislings and all around sore losers in the country. I find as they say in the Rastafari culture of Jamaica, that it “angries up the blood.” The internet, in general, provides more than enough fuel for my fire.
As a result, I only watch Trump in bits and pieces, in video clips and brief sound bites. It has been some time since I have watched a Trump Rally but when I stumbled across Trump speaking live from North Dakota last night I felt I had to at least alert my mother (a native North Dakotan) to the event and watch it myself.
What I saw, shown below, was a political tour de force in action. Although Trump is self-deprecating as to his political experience (“I only got into the game a couple of years ago”) he is clearly one of the quickest studies around. Watching him work the crowd with his own agenda, watching him get their support for the man he supports, watching him denigrate the disloyal opposition, watching him set out his plans for the supreme court and immigration, and watching him play the media like a jukebox was like watching an efant terrible at the top of his game. It was also a lesson in what the rabidly deranged opposition sees when they watch Trump speak. If you can suspend your admiration for him, you can see how powerful he has become and how he uses that political power against his enemies like a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Scary, but then he should be.
Partly telepromted and partly extemporaneous Trump’s new mid-term stump speech has something for everyone, worshipers and enemies alike, but the one I noted most was his reference to the polls of his popularity as ones that always need to have 12 added to them. Whether or not this is true I have no idea but it has the heft of “feeling just about right.”
But I am by far a man ruled more by his feelings than his reason and so I’ve learned to be careful about “Feelings, nothing more than feelings.” Still it behooves one to try and get a handle on current polls to see where the country is really at when it comes to Trump. “Adding 12” just doesn’t really do it.
That’s why I was grateful for this exposition by @EddieZipperer of the recent Harvard-Harris poll which tackles the poll in a more sophisticated way than I could. And it is an exposition that has the added advantage of making the good news even better. Even if you don’t “add 12.” See if you don’t agree.
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