I sense a terrible tragedy. My mind goes back to 1970-1972, Northern Ireland, and being in meetings, with angry young men. And watching friends radicalize.
Their eyes, grow cold.
And one senses, the heart, grow hard.
I do not encourage, exhort or approve of violence. I do not condemn it either. I simply do not comment either way. I predict.
1) I predict a steeply rising vaccine death toll.
Rising numbers of cases with debilitating side effects.
The lid coming off. The bubbling cauldron.
It becomes more and more obvious that Government has ruthlessly lied, the CDC has lied, Doctors, nurses, medical professionals, and administrators, lied. And those who tried to warn? Tried to tell the truth? Harassed, threatened, bullied, intimidated. Their careers destroyed.
Why? Oh, money. Power. Pride. And hate.
Hate? Yes, hate. Demonic hate. The joy at human suffering.
2) I predict the emergence of angry young men.
What does that even mean?
A young man sees things black-and-white. His heart, although pure, has not yet been tempered with the quiet whisper of passing years.
His anger at Injustice is raw, and he knows how History can be changed, often HAS been changed, by the determined action of the Few.
The American Revolution? Fought by a relatively small handful.
The Battle of Britain in the air? Fought by the Few.
Front-line Provisional IRA fighters? Measured in the paltry hundreds.
But their determination? A willingness, to die.
We are moving towards methodical, targeted, political assassinations. The weapon of the embittered guerilla fighter.
We are moving towards bomb attacks. Oklahoma style. That in turn leads to draconian Government repression, which leads to embitterment. That awful cycle, that terrible spiral, I have seen. Tit-for-tat. And it winds up so fast.
Try stopping it.
I personally deeply mourn the passing of the concept of “The American”. Respect for the flag. It was a magic glue of sorts that prevented, for so long, the Balkanization of this country; the Falling apart into mutually warring factions & fiefdoms. And it is the politicians, the teachers, who undermined it all. Fools, fools.
“We were young, you see, and we walked the pure, sunlit highlands. Under the light of a blazing sun. We looked down into the abyss. Where fog swirled, screams could be heard, and darkness and agony reigned. What we saw was evil and wrong. We looked at one another and determined to intervene and make things right.
But something happened…
Something reached up out of that abyss. Out of the dark, swirling fog. And it clutched at our hearts. Years later, my friend, we were to wonder. And ask ourselves, lying awake endlessly at night, that one question:
Sub-titled, “When you have nothing to lose”.
But it won’t necessarily be only the young, there is an age at which you are still strong enough but life in prison isn’t as much of a deterrent as it used to be.
ghostsniperAugust 18, 2021, 2:49 PM
Dirk axed: “Wonder where this all leads, where we land, as a people.”
=======
First off, you need to lose all that “as a people” business cause it hasn’t existed for quite some time. Don’t know why you’re stuck in that time zone.
As everybody has noted the US has been heavily invaded, and already largely converted into full blown criminality. From the top all the way down.
The only way to get back to “as a people” is to eliminate those that wish no such thing, or rather, demand that you do their will or bidding. You see where this is going, right?
2 lines are going to converge at some point. YOUR line, and the line of a criminal.
So the question to ask yourself is, what are going to do when that line is in view and unavoidable?
Yeah, all the chest pounders claim they’ll create a wall of lead and eat livvers with both hands. Riiiiight. Me? My best effort is to be where the criminals are not.
It isn’t gonna’ be just the heads of gubbermint. Who would mourn for Zuckbugger, or Beelzeboz, or Dorkey if any of them had an intimate encounter with a few grains of heavy metal? oh, and Faustii?
JWM
Mike AustinAugust 18, 2021, 3:48 PM
“Did we become… that which we hated so?”
No. We did not. No. We will not. Jack the Ripper and a surgeon are not the same except the fact that they both used scalpels.
Do not fear becoming like our enemy. Fear being enslaved by him.
Why did the Carpenter demand that His followers acquire swords? Not so they could become like Lucifer, but so that they could defeat the godless beast upon this earth.
everybody dies eventually.
ummm, not everybody all at the same time.
so far.
ZaphodAugust 18, 2021, 5:00 PM
One of the weapons they use against Whypeepo is the “You will become the thing you hate and be afraid to look yourself in the mirror” argument.
It’s a lie for most people and encourages passivity and sitting things out. Waiting for Death.
Civil Unrest will be (to put it politely) Traumatic. But it’s coming one way or the other and regardless of anyone individual’s (Muh) Moral Choices.
Related: A smart guy over at the Academic Agent podcast said the other day that Social Media is a giant Rwandan Radio Station. Diamond Bullet meets forehead for me. Always knew Social Media was bad news, but had avoided full implications: it’s a mimesis amplifying death machine. Strap in!
Bear Claw Chris LappAugust 23, 2021, 3:03 PM
The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of “Men who wanted to be left Alone”.
They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.
They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.
They know, that the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the “Men who wanted to be left Alone” are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. . . .
Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these “Men who wanted to be left Alone”, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy . . . . but it will fall upon deaf ears.
If one contemplates the greatness of the Greatest Nation in the annals of recorded history, and sadly its demise, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates all the Blessings bestowed on our Greatest Nation and how we have turned our backs on the Mighty One of ALL who has bestowed these Blessings, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates all the natural beauty inherent in our Greatest Nation and how we have trashed it, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates the constant lies that the average citizen of this Greatest Nation has to endure on a daily basis from those, who, under the protection of the Law of the Land, bombard the citizen with the most detestable propaganda with the sole intention of turning the citizen into an insipid zombie of the human they once were, then we have allowed it to happen.
Look in the mirror fellow Americans, look at the person staring back at you. Then turn around, turn around fellow Americans. There is a job to be done.
Zaphod:
Becoming the thing you hate.
Americans are going to need to become like the Russians, learning how to negotiate daily life under a thoroughly corrupt, and utterly stupid totalitarian government.
Americans are going to need to become as hard as the Afghans, and never give the enemy a moment’s peace.
Even we old bastards are going to need to learn how to throw sand in the gears.
JWM
aNewBannerAugust 18, 2021, 7:17 PM
There is a part of me that wants the shooting to start today, now, at the end of this sentence. Mentally I’ve taken note of all of the house in our neighborhood with the “In this house we believe” signs in the yard. There is a part of me that has a list, means, motive, and opportunity. If I were a young punk like I was 20 years ago, then I might even try to start it myself. I understand these hard men. I almost became one myself.
(Twenty years ago. God. How time flies. Now, I might just understand that random, severe, individual, explosive violence, however cathartic, will not achieve the necessary ends. The moment demands so much more. It calls us to something higher.)
Will the magical switch will ever turn on and unleash these hard men? I have my doubts. The same chains that bound me bind them. Honestly, what is a little shot in the arm next to burned out cities, raped wives-sisters-mothers, rampant mutilation, total ugliness, hollowed out addicted eyes, forgotten soldiers, abandoned children, lost morality, diseased culture, foreign occupation, and babies ripped out of their mother’s womb at their mother’s command. What is national humiliation when weighed against the willful destruction of faith, hope, and love? Of truth, beauty, and goodness? Of even courage, prudence, wisdom, and justice?
It is nothing. It will not call these hard men. They do not exist. They have been smothered at birth, in the crib, in the school yard, or by the deliberate lies of collaborators claiming to be friends.
No, these hard men are not coming.
Listen, they are not here.
Be sure, they are not on their way.
There is only silence.
Mike-SMOAugust 18, 2021, 9:36 PM
The fight is not the end. Not fighting is the end.
So far, Kyle and the 6th of January are paying the price. And those in Michigan suckered by the Feral Bureau. It is coming. By truck or black helo, but it is coming. They like to wear black, just like last time when it was the SS or the NKVD. This time it is black hoodies and face masks. No difference. And they have the same plan for “us”. It is “game time”, chilluns.
Kevin in PAAugust 19, 2021, 3:43 AM
ANewBanner:
With such an attitude you have already surrendered. To you I say, go slit your wrists.
War is horrible, but something’s like, living under the boot of tyranny are worse.
And remember, the coward dies a thousand deaths.
Kevin in PA, try reading the Flashman series, from the late 1960s-early 1970s. They feature a British officer who actually existed, and are historically perfectly accurate. They’re also viciously politically incorrect.
Harry Flashman is a self-admitted coward who fails upward over and over. He acknowledges the “thousand deaths” meme, but doesn’t worry much about it. The description of the British retreat from Kabul in the 1840s is so similar to today one might think that the modern US retreat is plagiarism.
For those who don’t know, the Brits let Afghan warlords walk all over them, and then a weak, sick general (Elphinstone) cut a deal with a warlord whose father was deposed by the Brits. The Brits will mostly hike 80 miles or so through the Khyber mountains to what was India. The expedition is more than half camp followers, wives and children. Oh, and the Brits agreed to leave their heavy weapons behind for a promise of safe passage.
15,000 left Kabul. One person (besides Flashman) survives to Jalalabad.
But that couldn’t happen today, right?
Casey KlahnAugust 19, 2021, 6:30 AM
A good lesson from the Kabul airport disaster is how day 2 was a better evac than day 1, which was absolute panic. Never. Panic. No matter what.
Glad to get to read MOTUS, again. That’s a great blog.
Hunker down. Defensive game.
Doctors lied? yaThink? Also: retailers. School boards and teachers. Any group who complied with masks after it became obvious that was shit. I don’t blame those who started into the makshole event, but when you started running around making customers put it over their nose (happened to me at Costco; those fukrs where like a retail swat team of maniacs) you became the enablers of Stalin. I meant Satan. What’s the difference?
What began as a pandemic, morphed into an I.Q. Test.
Gordon ScottAugust 19, 2021, 7:07 AM
IQ is one possibility, Casey.
A better way is to look at a situation and say, What Would Trump Do? Then do the opposite, or at least something very different. This seems to have been the MO of the Biden administration.
It also has been applied by political subdivisions below, such as school boards and governors.
Fletcher ChristianAugust 19, 2021, 7:27 AM
It doesn’t need a large number of hard men.
What it needs is one absolutely ruthless and clear-thinking man or woman, and three men (AFAIK) who are willing to follow legal orders from their undisputed commander-in-chief. Who doesn’t have to be an American; Queen Elizabeth II is just as undisputed, if not more so.
One order, two keys turned, and it’s all over. The 1400-year war ends.
The few times I’ve been reprimanded by mask nazi’s, I’ve returned the favor in spades.
Embrace the power of “FUCK YOU!”
I cut the sleeve off of a ragged old t-shirt. If I cannot avoid going in to a store I’ll pull the cloth over my chin, and that’s as close as I’ll come to compliance. no more.
One nasty piece of work at the local supermarket harassed the fuck out of me because I wouldn’t pull up the diaper. I was livid, but all I did was ignore the bitch, and refuse to acknowledge her. I regret that. I should have just pulled the t-shirt down, and vented all my rage in the bitch’s face, and left the purchase unpaid for on the counter. I fear I will do this, or worse, sometime in the future. I know its coming. My tank of rage is full to bursting. A pin prick could blow it all to hell.
JWM
Gordon ScottAugust 19, 2021, 9:19 AM
I have to be careful with the rage myself. The other day I let some of it out on a young store employee. He wasn’t a bad kid; just badly trained. I growled hard. Way, too hard. I apologized to him a short time later. He said it was okay, but I told him it wasn’t okay, and I really meant the apoloogy.
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Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Our strength: “But their determination? A willingness, to die.”
Everyone dies at some point. What we have as Americans is well worth dying for to defend.
Their revolutions already started. Does anybody believe MSM is going to air street gun fights?
Wonder where this all leads, where we land, as a people.
Dirk
Sub-titled, “When you have nothing to lose”.
But it won’t necessarily be only the young, there is an age at which you are still strong enough but life in prison isn’t as much of a deterrent as it used to be.
Dirk axed: “Wonder where this all leads, where we land, as a people.”
=======
First off, you need to lose all that “as a people” business cause it hasn’t existed for quite some time. Don’t know why you’re stuck in that time zone.
As everybody has noted the US has been heavily invaded, and already largely converted into full blown criminality. From the top all the way down.
The only way to get back to “as a people” is to eliminate those that wish no such thing, or rather, demand that you do their will or bidding. You see where this is going, right?
2 lines are going to converge at some point. YOUR line, and the line of a criminal.
So the question to ask yourself is, what are going to do when that line is in view and unavoidable?
Yeah, all the chest pounders claim they’ll create a wall of lead and eat livvers with both hands. Riiiiight. Me? My best effort is to be where the criminals are not.
It isn’t gonna’ be just the heads of gubbermint. Who would mourn for Zuckbugger, or Beelzeboz, or Dorkey if any of them had an intimate encounter with a few grains of heavy metal? oh, and Faustii?
JWM
“Did we become… that which we hated so?”
No. We did not. No. We will not. Jack the Ripper and a surgeon are not the same except the fact that they both used scalpels.
Do not fear becoming like our enemy. Fear being enslaved by him.
Why did the Carpenter demand that His followers acquire swords? Not so they could become like Lucifer, but so that they could defeat the godless beast upon this earth.
Predictions is hard.
everybody dies eventually.
ummm, not everybody all at the same time.
so far.
One of the weapons they use against Whypeepo is the “You will become the thing you hate and be afraid to look yourself in the mirror” argument.
It’s a lie for most people and encourages passivity and sitting things out. Waiting for Death.
Civil Unrest will be (to put it politely) Traumatic. But it’s coming one way or the other and regardless of anyone individual’s (Muh) Moral Choices.
Related: A smart guy over at the Academic Agent podcast said the other day that Social Media is a giant Rwandan Radio Station. Diamond Bullet meets forehead for me. Always knew Social Media was bad news, but had avoided full implications: it’s a mimesis amplifying death machine. Strap in!
The most terrifying force of death, comes from the hands of “Men who wanted to be left Alone”.
They try, so very hard, to mind their own business and provide for themselves and those they love.
They resist every impulse to fight back, knowing the forced and permanent change of life that will come from it.
They know, that the moment they fight back, the lives as they have lived them, are over.
The moment the “Men who wanted to be left Alone” are forced to fight back, it is a small form of suicide. They are literally killing off who they used to be. . . .
Which is why, when forced to take up violence, these “Men who wanted to be left Alone”, fight with unholy vengeance against those who murdered their former lives. They fight with raw hate, and a drive that cannot be fathomed by those who are merely play-acting at politics and terror. TRUE TERROR will arrive at the Left’s door, and they will cry, scream, and beg for mercy . . . . but it will fall upon deaf ears.
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Ghost, na, I’ve got brothers and sisters I’d take a bullet for if required. Killing bad people’s nothing personal, just sometimes, required.
I’m a BIG believer/supporter of these United States. However WE land. Ghost, there’s far more good going on in the US, then bad. I know you see this.
Dirk
If one contemplates the greatness of the Greatest Nation in the annals of recorded history, and sadly its demise, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates all the Blessings bestowed on our Greatest Nation and how we have turned our backs on the Mighty One of ALL who has bestowed these Blessings, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates all the natural beauty inherent in our Greatest Nation and how we have trashed it, one can only surmise that we have brought it on ourselves.
If one contemplates the constant lies that the average citizen of this Greatest Nation has to endure on a daily basis from those, who, under the protection of the Law of the Land, bombard the citizen with the most detestable propaganda with the sole intention of turning the citizen into an insipid zombie of the human they once were, then we have allowed it to happen.
Look in the mirror fellow Americans, look at the person staring back at you. Then turn around, turn around fellow Americans. There is a job to be done.
Zaphod:
Becoming the thing you hate.
Americans are going to need to become like the Russians, learning how to negotiate daily life under a thoroughly corrupt, and utterly stupid totalitarian government.
Americans are going to need to become as hard as the Afghans, and never give the enemy a moment’s peace.
Even we old bastards are going to need to learn how to throw sand in the gears.
JWM
There is a part of me that wants the shooting to start today, now, at the end of this sentence. Mentally I’ve taken note of all of the house in our neighborhood with the “In this house we believe” signs in the yard. There is a part of me that has a list, means, motive, and opportunity. If I were a young punk like I was 20 years ago, then I might even try to start it myself. I understand these hard men. I almost became one myself.
(Twenty years ago. God. How time flies. Now, I might just understand that random, severe, individual, explosive violence, however cathartic, will not achieve the necessary ends. The moment demands so much more. It calls us to something higher.)
Will the magical switch will ever turn on and unleash these hard men? I have my doubts. The same chains that bound me bind them. Honestly, what is a little shot in the arm next to burned out cities, raped wives-sisters-mothers, rampant mutilation, total ugliness, hollowed out addicted eyes, forgotten soldiers, abandoned children, lost morality, diseased culture, foreign occupation, and babies ripped out of their mother’s womb at their mother’s command. What is national humiliation when weighed against the willful destruction of faith, hope, and love? Of truth, beauty, and goodness? Of even courage, prudence, wisdom, and justice?
It is nothing. It will not call these hard men. They do not exist. They have been smothered at birth, in the crib, in the school yard, or by the deliberate lies of collaborators claiming to be friends.
No, these hard men are not coming.
Listen, they are not here.
Be sure, they are not on their way.
There is only silence.
The fight is not the end. Not fighting is the end.
So far, Kyle and the 6th of January are paying the price. And those in Michigan suckered by the Feral Bureau. It is coming. By truck or black helo, but it is coming. They like to wear black, just like last time when it was the SS or the NKVD. This time it is black hoodies and face masks. No difference. And they have the same plan for “us”. It is “game time”, chilluns.
ANewBanner:
With such an attitude you have already surrendered. To you I say, go slit your wrists.
War is horrible, but something’s like, living under the boot of tyranny are worse.
And remember, the coward dies a thousand deaths.
“ Time Flys”
Hell just last week I was 21!
Dirk
Kevin in PA, try reading the Flashman series, from the late 1960s-early 1970s. They feature a British officer who actually existed, and are historically perfectly accurate. They’re also viciously politically incorrect.
Harry Flashman is a self-admitted coward who fails upward over and over. He acknowledges the “thousand deaths” meme, but doesn’t worry much about it. The description of the British retreat from Kabul in the 1840s is so similar to today one might think that the modern US retreat is plagiarism.
For those who don’t know, the Brits let Afghan warlords walk all over them, and then a weak, sick general (Elphinstone) cut a deal with a warlord whose father was deposed by the Brits. The Brits will mostly hike 80 miles or so through the Khyber mountains to what was India. The expedition is more than half camp followers, wives and children. Oh, and the Brits agreed to leave their heavy weapons behind for a promise of safe passage.
15,000 left Kabul. One person (besides Flashman) survives to Jalalabad.
But that couldn’t happen today, right?
A good lesson from the Kabul airport disaster is how day 2 was a better evac than day 1, which was absolute panic. Never. Panic. No matter what.
Glad to get to read MOTUS, again. That’s a great blog.
Hunker down. Defensive game.
Doctors lied? yaThink? Also: retailers. School boards and teachers. Any group who complied with masks after it became obvious that was shit. I don’t blame those who started into the makshole event, but when you started running around making customers put it over their nose (happened to me at Costco; those fukrs where like a retail swat team of maniacs) you became the enablers of Stalin. I meant Satan. What’s the difference?
What began as a pandemic, morphed into an I.Q. Test.
IQ is one possibility, Casey.
A better way is to look at a situation and say, What Would Trump Do? Then do the opposite, or at least something very different. This seems to have been the MO of the Biden administration.
It also has been applied by political subdivisions below, such as school boards and governors.
It doesn’t need a large number of hard men.
What it needs is one absolutely ruthless and clear-thinking man or woman, and three men (AFAIK) who are willing to follow legal orders from their undisputed commander-in-chief. Who doesn’t have to be an American; Queen Elizabeth II is just as undisputed, if not more so.
One order, two keys turned, and it’s all over. The 1400-year war ends.
The few times I’ve been reprimanded by mask nazi’s, I’ve returned the favor in spades.
Embrace the power of “FUCK YOU!”
I cut the sleeve off of a ragged old t-shirt. If I cannot avoid going in to a store I’ll pull the cloth over my chin, and that’s as close as I’ll come to compliance. no more.
One nasty piece of work at the local supermarket harassed the fuck out of me because I wouldn’t pull up the diaper. I was livid, but all I did was ignore the bitch, and refuse to acknowledge her. I regret that. I should have just pulled the t-shirt down, and vented all my rage in the bitch’s face, and left the purchase unpaid for on the counter. I fear I will do this, or worse, sometime in the future. I know its coming. My tank of rage is full to bursting. A pin prick could blow it all to hell.
JWM
I have to be careful with the rage myself. The other day I let some of it out on a young store employee. He wasn’t a bad kid; just badly trained. I growled hard. Way, too hard. I apologized to him a short time later. He said it was okay, but I told him it wasn’t okay, and I really meant the apoloogy.
And right on cue a bomb scare in DC.
Lot of talk here, myself included.
No action out there, self included.
Might as well fold up the chairs,
revolution’s over,
and go have a beer.
Possess thy soul with patience.
“It’s tough to make predictions, especially about the future.”
― Yogi Berra
Joseph Krill–that’s one hell of a riddle poem. Don’t think anyone caught it. I did. David Z