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The Afghan War is not the longest war in American history. The longest was the Seventy Years War, also known as the Cold War, which formally began just after World War II but actually started with the Russian Revolution and World War One. Indeed, the Afghan War isn’t even the second longest in American history. The Korean War began June 26, 1950, and has not formally ended.  The Longest War – Chaos Manor – Jerry Pournelle

There is the soft and willing and alcoholic blonde who doesn’t care what she wears as long as it is mink or where she goes as long as it is the Starlight Roof and there is plenty of dry champagne.
– Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye Forbidden Furs: Mid-Century Snapshots Of Women And Men Wearing Mink |

“Peace, Love, Music And Mud”: LIFE At Woodstock In 1969

Cultural Marxists would do well to remember that when whites get mad enough to bite, the bite is often fatal. The White Right Rises – 

3,700-year-old Babylonian tablet rewrites the history of maths – and shows the Greeks did not develop trigonometry

The foolish way Google handled their trouble should make everyone think twice about letting them manufacture driverless cars or protect your personal data. The reckless actions of PayPal, slamming shut accounts of dissidents, without any thought of the consequences, suggests the people making these decisions are dangerously stupid. Affirmative Action And The Managerial State | The Z Blog

After the War on Statues |    Just when it seemed things could go no faster the War on Statues began.

What bright bulb of an executive thought an Asian broadcaster dude named Robert Lee would cause its viewers to think ESPN was, oh, rebranding itself as the Confederate Sports News Station of America? Advice Goddess 

Don Surber: Statue of limitations   This statue removal is a diversion from President Trump’s mopping up of Marxism on Aisle 1. Regulations are being toppled. Forget symbolism. Trump is getting the job done. For years (decades) corporations have said the problem was regulations, not taxes (although they would welcome that too). That is why when the American people elected Trump president, the stock market began rising. The Marxist answer to that good news? Don’t let an announcer named Robert Lee broadcast a game from Charlottesville, Virginia. The people in charge are rarely in their positions due to merit. Instead, they are there because of serendipity, rumbswabbery or maybe they ticked the right boxes to satisfy the diversity engineers.

The DiploMad 2.0: Afghanistan, Done Right?     They might be born and raised in fetid caves and hovels in some of the most benighted countries on earth, but thanks to modern technology, progressive immigration laws, and the pronounced suicidal bent in today’s Western civilization, the jihadis are welcomed into our midsts, paid to live among us, and protected by our enlightened legal and political systems. Then, in return, well, you know what happens then: Paris, Barcelona, Turku, San Bernardino, Malmo, Orlando, London, Madrid, Boston, New York, Ft. Hood, Sydney and on and on. They kill us. It seems Trump is promising to return the favor.

New Clinton Memoir: ‘We All Made Mistakes But You Made Most Of Them’     “I’ve acknowledged I wasn’t the perfect candidate, but let’s not lose sight of the fact that the majority of the blame—all but the tiniest sliver—lies with you, the idiot voters.”

You could say that the teams that aren’t signing Kaepernick are protesting the fans’ not-watching-football protest. It’s really not his play or his protest that is keeping K-neeler out of a job. It’s his ratty Angela Davis hairdo.  Althouse: Keep an eye out for the protest cascade.

A record 30 hummingbirds bathe together at one time during this morning’s wash! You’d never know they will be harassing each other in five minutes’ time…

How about progressive icon Joan Baez? Should the Sixties folksinger seek forgiveness from us for reviving her career in the early 1970s with the big money-making hit “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down”— her version of The Band’s sympathetic ode to the tragedy of a defeated Confederacy, written over a century after the Civil War. (“Back with my wife in Tennessee / When one day she called to me / Said, “Virgil, quick, come see / There goes the Robert E. Lee!”) If a monument is to be wiped away, then surely a popular song must go, too. Our War against Memory | Victor Davis Hanson Private Papers

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  • bob sykes August 25, 2017, 4:04 AM

    We still have SOCOM troops in Somalia, and we are still fighting “terrorists” there. By this winter, we will have been in Somalia, fighting, for 25 years. That makes Somalia our longest hot war by far.

  • Snakepit Kansas August 25, 2017, 4:49 AM

    Regarding Woodstock photos and things I noticed:
    – Not a fat person in the herd
    – For a bunch of ecologists there sure seemed to be a bunch of trash everywhere
    – I wonder how many of them still shipped of to Vietnam and didn’t come back alive

  • Mike Anderson August 25, 2017, 8:11 AM

    Took the wife shopping to our favorite furrier, where they were selling off unclaimed storage. Found a gorgeous white mink jacket, the sort of thing Lauren Bacall might wear. Another customer asked my wife “Where are you going to wear something like that?” My wife replied “Honey, a jacket like that–I’m gonna wear out to the mailbox, so all the neighbors see!” What a fibber; the mailbox is about the ONLY place she doesn’t wear that jacket.

  • Nori August 25, 2017, 8:37 PM

    On a contract job, hubby and myself were in beautiful Colorado, in a small ‘burb of a major ski resort.
    After a shortened day of dirt people work, driving back to home base through lovely and quaint CO, I spied a thrift store. We parked,he went here, I went there. Found a couple interesting books, then checked out the racks of Other People’s Clothing. Found a jacket. Fur jacket. Long fur, exquisitely soft, like no fur I had ever touched, and I had’nt, until then. It was white, and cream-colored, with irregular spots of black. The label identified it as Canadian Lynx. Price tag? $75.00. Holy fuck. It was just my size,to add to the temptation. Had the dinero,but was wrestling with the whole fur-thing PETA bullshit. Had just decided to oh fuck YEAH buy it,when hubby appeared and asked what I was doing. He was appalled that I would have considered buying it. Shamed me,so I did’nt.
    Still kicking my own dumbass.