Yes, there are plenty of heroes and heroines everywhere you look.

They are not famous people. They are generally obscure and modest people doing useful work, keeping their families together, and taking an active part in the health of their communities, opposing what is evil (in one way or another) and defending what is good.

Heroes do not want power over others.  Devoted though we must be to the conservation cause, I do not believe that any of us should give it all of our time or effort or heart.  Give what you can, but do not burn yourselves out — or break your hearts.  Let us save at least half of our lives for the enjoyment of this wonderful world which still exists. Leave your dens, abandon your cars and walk out into the great mountains, the deserts, the forests, the seashores.

Those treasures still belong to all of us.

Enjoy them to the full, stretch your legs, expand your lungs, enliven your hearts — long live the weeds and the wilderness yet!

— Edward Abbey @ The Hammock Papers: Enjoyment.

“In times of change and danger when there is a quicksand of fear under men’s reasoning. . .”

Bob Dylan, in the 80th year of his age, still answers the bell.

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And these people think they’re on the right side of history? pic.twitter.com/mpfvtFmFCV

— Luke 🇨🇦🍁 (@scotchypoli) June 5, 2022

This poor soul needs to be placed on Epstein-suicide-watch right away. There is so much boiling inside her that is desperate and lonely and self-righteous and broken . . . and yet still setting and Satanic. You feel both horrified, repulsed, and for a moment concerned for a soul with mental illness this deep and profound. Then you see the endless lives she is committed to ruining and the soul-dead nature of her, well, her soul, and you just have to let her drop into Limbo for an eternity or two:

“So this is I’m looking at you freedom fighters, free-dumb fighters. We always had freedom, you know, charters and rights and freedom that would tell you that, but since you seem to forget that and you’re all loud and proud with your big thoughts and your big ideas and you want to, whatever, f*cking set up hot tubs in Ottawa.”

“I’m a recruiter. It’s a small, small, small industry. Smaller than you think. Same with HR. So, if you’re looking for a job, or maybe trying to keep a job, maybe, just maybe think about what you’re putting on social media.”

“Again, freedom fighters, I know you’re not really great with stats and, you know, facts aren’t your thing, you know, but what I can tell you what is the fact is that recruiters talk and recruiters, like the majority of Canada, don’t agree with you.”

“Do you know what that means? Do have any guesses? Any guesses what that means? What that means is that if you need a job, you might not get one. If you want to keep a job, you might not get to do that.

“And you know what else HR’s good at? Documentation. You know what that means? You want to be an a**hole. We document it. We give you a couple of tries, then what do we do? We terminate you with cause, if we’re so lucky. If not, we give you the minimum allowed by law.

“Either way, best of luck to you. Recruiters are watching. HR is watching everywhere, and we hate you. We hate you so much. And you think we can’t do anything? Oh we can. We have the power. Always remember that. Doesn’t matter if there’s a f*cking man at the top of your HR department. It’s run by women. And it’s run by angry women just like me.”

 — HR professional rants against Canadian truckers’ convoy  

UPDATE: While we are on the subject of angry women and the botox that freezes their smiles and grimaces. . .

This lady is the rare, very special combination of smug, stupid, insane and evil. https://t.co/yorDIu3EZR

— Dave Rubin (@RubinReport) June 7, 2022

Will you still be able to breastfeed? https://t.co/EUvLE4h9gn

— Jesse Kelly (@JesseKellyDC) June 7, 2022

Come and take ‘em, Joe. pic.twitter.com/MyNmqh7LeP

— Kyle Rittenhouse (@ThisIsKyleR) June 6, 2022

A society that can no longer recognize the illness that parades in front of it, a society that can’t see the obvious pic.twitter.com/RCAFoaRKAV

— HappyAcres (@HappyHectares) June 7, 2022

We’ll soon be sporting loincloths & nosebones to raise their self-esteem. Remember, you heard it here first & skeptically rolled your eyes.

— HappyAcres (@HappyHectares) June 5, 2022

The LotusEaters check out a critical scene in Mat Welch’s “What Is A Woman?”

Yes, that Maya Angelou before she found an easier grift for her “caged bird” to grip

Keeping it gay all June so the United States can take a whole summer month off to celebrate anal sex!

Wayne Newton for those pesky little lower GI malfunctions. Keeps things moving. [continue reading…]

Burgers After The Fall:  QUZU ƏTİNDƏN BURQER , THE BEST LAMB BURGER I’VE EVER MADE , 

Hungry? You will be. Remember these way-off-the-grid methods. There may well be a test. And it won’t be no Boy Scout Jamboree or Teddy Bears’ Picnic.

Don Surber: Media got Ukraine wrong Zelensky is so good at self-promotion, he could have given Michael Avenatti lessons. But as a war leader, he is a Biden.  Business Insider reported, “Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky said Ukraine is losing up to 100 soldiers a day during Russia’s invasion of the country.” The story also said, “U.S. intelligence estimated that by mid-April between 5,500 and 11,000 Ukrainian troops had been killed. Thousands of civilians have died, according to United Nations.” That’s up to four times the 2,448 U.S. soldiers killed in Afghanistan in 20 years.

10 second stopwatch: Try to match it.

Listen to the Bee Gees and improve your brain power –

Immigrants Are the Dynamite:   

Kingdom of Normalcy “Nowhere else to go,” he said. There were certainly other places to go in America, but my new Floridian friend had made a point: to a certain type of American, it feels like Florida is the last place to go. That statement was true in March of 2021 and it’s even truer today.

“Music is by no means like the other arts, namely a copy of the Ideas, but a copy of the will itself, the objectivity of which are the Ideas.

HSBC suspends banker over climate change comments | “Who cares if Miami is six metres underwater in 100 years?” asked Stuart Kirk, head of responsible investing at HSBC Asset Management, during an FT conference last week. Climate change, he declared, was simply “not a financial risk that we need to worry about”. The argument jarred so much with the public positions that HSBC and other banks have adopted that Kirk was quickly suspended.

The DiploMad 2.0: Again, On Red Flags Get the criminals off the streets; reestablish respect for our laws, including immigration laws, and crime and violence will decline quickly. Twenty-one to buy a rifle? OK, then twenty-one to vote, to drive a car, ride a motorcycle, get married, sign a contract, etc. Enough with fake “common sense” gun control. It’s a sham and any Republican for it, should be booted. The second amendment has all the gun control we need.

Interesting Questions to the Reference Section of the New York Public Library – 1944 to 1979  [continue reading…]

Jim in Alaska suggests this for “Long Read of the Day” and I concur:

The Sovietization of American Life › American Greatness

Behind all our disasters there looms an ideology, a creed that ignores cause and effect in the real world—without a shred of concern for the damage done to those outside the nomenklatura.

By Victor Davis Hanson

June 5, 2022
One day historians will look back at the period beginning with the COVID lockdowns of spring 2020 through the midterm elections of 2022 to understand how America for over two years lost its collective mind and turned into something unrecognizable and antithetical to its founding principles.

“Sovietization” is perhaps the best diagnosis of the pathology. It refers to the subordination of policy, expression, popular culture, and even thought to ideological mandates. Ultimately such regimentation destroys a state since dogma wars with and defeats meritocracy, creativity, and freedom.

The American Commissariat
Experts become sycophantic. They mortgage their experience and talent to ideology—to the point where society itself regresses.

The law is no longer blind and disinterested, but adjudicates indictment, prosecution, verdict, and punishment on the ideology of the accused. Eric Holder is held in contempt of Congress and smiles; Peter Navarro is held in contempt of Congress and is hauled off in cuffs and leg-irons. James Clapper and John Brennan lied under oath to Congress—and were rewarded with television contracts; Roger Stone did the same and a SWAT team showed up at his home. Andrew McCabe made false statements to federal investigators and was exempt. A set-up George Papadopoulos went to prison for a similar charge. So goes the new American commissariat.

Examine California and ask a series of simple questions.

Why does the state that formerly served as a model to the nation regarding transportation now suffer inferior freeways while its multibillion-dollar high-speed rail project remains an utter boondoggle and failure?

Why was its safe and critically needed last-remaining nuclear power plant scheduled for shutdown (and only recently reversed) as the state faced summer brownouts?

Why did its forests go up in smoke predictably each summer, as its timber industry and the century-old science of forest management all but disappeared from the state?

Why do the state’s criminals so often evade indictment, and if convicted are often not incarcerated—or are quickly paroled?

Why are its schools’ test scores dismal, its gasoline the nation’s highest-priced, and the streets of its major cities fetid and dangerous—in a fashion not true 50 years ago or elsewhere today?

In a word, the one-party state is Sovietized. Public policy is no longer empirical but subservient to green, diversity, equity, and inclusion dogmas—and detached from the reality of daily middle-class existence. Decline is ensured once ideology governs problem-solving rather than time-tested and successful policymaking.

In a similar fashion, the common denominator in Joe Biden’s two years of colossal failures is Soviet-like edicts of equity, climate change, and neo-socialist redistribution that have ensured (for the non-elite, in any event) soaring inflation, unaffordable energy, rampant crime, and catastrophic illegal immigration. Playing the role of Pravda, Biden and his team simply denied things were bad, relabeled failure as success, and attacked his predecessor and critics as various sorts of counterrevolutionaries.

Biden rejected commonsense, bipartisan policies that in the past kept inflation low, energy affordable, crime controlled, and the border manageable. Instead, he superimposed leftist dogma on every decision, whose ideological purity, not real-life consequences for millions, was considered the measure of success. [continue reading…]

TIM Pool asks everyone to “Please share this.” Okay by me. People don’t know and people NEED to know: Drag Show For Kids Sparks OUTRAGE, ‘Its Not Gonna Lick Itself’ And Men In Thongs Dance For CHILDREN

Pass it on.

And as far as the mentally ill hard-core drug addicts that blight our city streets? Aesop at Raconteur Report tells us How It Is, And Where It’s Headed from the point of view of the emergency room where he works: [continue reading…]

Today your job is straightforward. First, you must load 40 to 50 pounds on your back. Then you need to climb down a net of rope that is banging on the steel side of a ship and jump into a steel rectangle bobbing on the surface of the ocean below you. Others are already inside the steel boat shouting and urging you to hurry up.

Once in the boat, you stand with dozens of others as the boat is driven towards distant beaches and cliffs through a hot hailstorm of bullets and explosions. Boats moving nearby are, from time to time, hit with a high explosive shell and disintegrate in a red rain of bullets and body parts. Then there’s the smell of men near you fouling themselves as the fear bites into their necks and they hunch lower into the boat. That smell mingles with the smell of cordite and seaweed.

In front of you, over the steel helmets of other men, you can see the flat surface of the bow’s landing ramp still held in place against the sea. Soon you are within range of the machine guns that line the cliffs above the beach ahead. The metallic death sound of their bullets clangs and whines off the front of the ramp.

Then the coxswain shouts and the klaxon sounds. Then you feel the keel of the LVCP grind against the rocks and sand of Normandy as the large shells from the boats in the armada behind you whuffle and moan overhead. Then the explosions all around and above you increase in intensity and then the bullets from the machine guns in the cliffs ahead and above rattle and hum along the steel plates of the boat and the men crouch lower. Then somehow you all strain forward as, at last, the ramp drops down and you see the beach. Then the men surge forward and you step with them. Then you are out in the chill waters of the channel wading in towards sand already doused with death, past bodies bobbing in the surf staining the waters crimson. Then you are on the beach.

It’s worse on the beach.

The bullets keep probing along the sand digging holes, looking for your body, finding others that drop down like mere sacks of meat with their lines to heaven cut. You run forward because there’s nothing but ocean at your back and more men dying and… somehow… you reach a small sliver of shelter at the base of the cliffs. There are others there, confused and cowering and not at all ready to go back out into the storm of steel that keeps pouring down. And then someone, somewhere nearby, tells you all to press forward, to go on, to somehow get off that beach and onto the high ground behind it, and because you don’t know what else to do, you rise up and you move forward, beginning, one foot after another, to take back the continent of Europe.

If you are lucky, very lucky, on that day and the days after, you will walk all the way to Germany and the war will be over and you will go home to a town somewhere on the great land sea of the Midwest and you won’t talk much about this day or any that came after it, ever.

They’ll ask you, throughout long decades after, “What did you do in the war?” You’ll think of this day and you will never think of a good answer. That’s because you know just how lucky you were.

If you were not lucky on that day you lie under a white cross on a large lawn 75 long gone years later.

Somewhere above you among the living weak princes and fat bureaucrats and rank traitors mumble platitudes and empty praises about actions they never knew and men they cannot hope to emulate.

You hear their prattle, dim and far away outside the brass doors that seal the caverns of your long sleep. You want them to go, to leave you and your brothers in arms to your brown study of eternity.

“Fifty years? Seventy-five? A century? Seems long to the living but it’s only an inch of time. Leave us and go back to your petty lives. We march on and you, you weaklings primping and parading above us, will never know how we died or how we lived.

“If we hear you at all now, your mewling only makes us ask, among ourselves, ‘Died for what?’

“Princes and bureaucrats, parasites and traitors, be silent. Be gone. We are now and forever one with the sea and the sky and the wind. We marched through the steel rain. We march on.”

Normandy Today. From the Comments– Chris:

“I took the image on the link at low tide in Normady in 2006. This is literally at the edge of the water looking back to the bluffs where the American cemetery is. Look how damn far that is… it took a good 20 minutes to walk down from the cemetery to the water’s edge. I cannot imagine having gone the other way wet, seasick, with a 60-pound ruck on my back, a rifle that weighed a friggin ton unloaded, and with bullets and mortar shells raining down on me.

It could not be done by the men of today.

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And begin again . . .

June 4th, 2022 marks the 18th anniversary of the Killdozer’s rampage through Granby, Colorado.

Sit down kids, and let me tell you a tale. A tale about a reasonable man driven to do unreasonable things.

Marvin Heemeyer was a man who owned a muffler shop in Granby, Colorado. The city council ordained to approve the construction of a concrete factory in the lot across from Marvin’s shop. In the process, this blocked the only access road to the muffler shop. Marvin petitioned to stop the construction to no avail. He petitioned to construct a new access road, and even bought the heavy machinery to do so himself. Denied.

The concrete factory went up in disregard to the ramifications on Marvin’s business. To add insult to injury, the factory construction disconnected the muffler shop from the city sewage lines. An indifferent city government then chose to fine Marvin for this.

His business and livelihood were in ruin. Rather than lie down and die, Marvin chose to fight back. Over the course of a year and a half, Marvin secretly outfitted the bulldozer he bought to save his business with 3-foot thick steel and concrete armor, camera systems, and enclosed bulletproof glass.

On June 4th, 2004 Marvin Heemeyer lowered the armored shell over top of himself, entombing himself inside the Killdozer to make his last stand.

He burst forth from the walls of his muffler shop and straight into the concrete factory that ruined his business. Over the course of the next several hours, Marvin drove his Killdozer through 13 buildings owned by those officials that had wronged him, including the city council building itself.

SWAT teams swarmed the dozer, but it proved immune to small arms fire and even explosives. Another piece of heavy machinery was even brought out to fight the Killdozer, but it too fell to the dozers righteous fury.

In the end, Marvin’s Killdozer became trapped in one of the buildings it was built to destroy. Marvin chose to take his life, the only life he took that day.

Today, we celebrate Killdozer Day and Marvin Heemeyer, the last great American folk hero. A man driven to the brink who chose to fight back against an indifferent system.

From notes left behind after his passing:

“I was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable. Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things.”

|||| From the amazing Some It’s Just As Well

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