WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
Strange Daze
byVanderleunonSeptember 28, 2020
Burn Them Down A generation that has never done anything besides watch Star Wars movies and swipe right on Tinder somehow seems convinced they can rebuild a better civilization from scratch.
Why should we trust people who can’t even spell the word “breathe” to rebuild a more functional society than the current one?
Giving credence to suspicions that the mainstream press is merely a PR arm of the Deep State, many high-profile publications have taken great pains to assure us that, no, it hasn’t been Antifa and BLM torching and smashing and beating and killing since late May—it’s been “white supremacists” all along.
They even want us to know that when rioters and their enablers chant or tweet “burn it down,” they don’t actually mean it literally. Or at least not all the time.
Arrested at the violent #antifa protest, charged & released without bail:
What Preparations Are Due? | The Great Plague of 1665 had killed over 20 percent of the roughly 460,000 people living in London. The outbreak began in the small parish of St. Giles-in-the-Fields, just outside the city. When several unusual deaths, mostly of poor working-class people, were reported in 1664 and 1665, they were not directly connected to plague. While death counts from each part of London had been recorded and published in bills of mortality since 1603, these official records often underreported deaths, especially if they could lead to panic and civil unrest. This failure to identify a developing crisis and the delay in a municipal response led to sudden spikes in plague deaths by the summer of 1665, when nearly eight thousand people died in a single week. Like Dickens’ novels of social reform over a century later, A Journal of the Plague Year illuminated the tragic personal and collective costs of unpreparedness, which greatly exacerbated the suffering of thousands of Londoners dying from bubonic plague…
Only a month before the publication of A Journal of the Plague Year, Defoe released a work of nonfiction on epidemics, one that traded the quotidian experience of London’s plague past with didactic advice about what to do when a plague arrives at your doorstep. The earlier work, burdened with the title Due Preparations for the Plague, as Well for Soul as Body: Being Some Seasonable Thoughts upon the Visible Approach of the Present Dreadful Contagion in France; the Properest Measures to Prevent It, and the Great Work of Submitting to It, reads, as the literary scholar Louis A. Landa suggested, like “a manual of instruction” for how to act before the time of plague. At the age of sixty-two, Defoe believed he had a moral responsibility to “encourage the great work of preparation” at the individual and national levels before the next inevitable disaster…
Bank manager finds 9.07-carat diamond in Arkansas state parkWhile searching in the southeast portion of the 37.5-acre (15 hectare) diamond search area, Kinard scooped up a marble-sized crystal that had a rounded, dimpled shape. “It kind of looked interesting and shiny, so I put it in my bag and kept searching,” Kinard said. “I just thought it might’ve been glass.”
Yahoo! News is another outlet that relentlessly pushed gun controluntil their editors got sexually excited at the sight of black men hoisting guns and aiming them at white people. They recently shat out a glowing tribute to some all-black militia in Minnesota called the “Freedom Fighters” who are battling for “racial justice,” whatever the hell THAT means. Pretty sure at this point, it means, “more dead whites.”
Listener up there! Here you . . . . what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly, for no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then . . . . I contradict myself;
I am large . . . . I contain multitudes.
I concentrate toward them that are nigh . . . . I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day’s work and will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove already too late?
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me . . . . he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed . . . . I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadowed wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air . . . . I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop some where waiting for you
Holy cow, those mug shots. Who pissed in the gene pool?
JWM
MIKE GUENTHERSeptember 28, 2020, 11:48 AM
That’s a man, baby!
Or the ugliest woman in the world.
SnaiperisSeptember 28, 2020, 12:21 PM
You have XY chromosomes, then you’re a male. XX, then you’re male. The bearded dude also has a prostate. Today’s biology lesson folks.
SnaiperisSeptember 28, 2020, 12:22 PM
Correction: XX female. Need more coffee today!
ghostsniperSeptember 28, 2020, 1:21 PM
Filthy, insane criminals needing to be shot on sight.
Absolutely useless, and highly dangerous.
Extremely unpredictable.
Probably wasted on combinations of chemicals.
Can you imagine one of those demented assholes laying a hand on you, or your wife or kid? (shiver)
If you kill one (or more) do so in such a manner that you don’t get any on ya.
Nasty motherfucker could explode from all that foul poison coursing through it’s system.
Probably the safest, surest way is a (possibly a series of, in quick dispatch) small diameter high speed metal missile right through the head from 100 feet or more away.
Then drench it in diesel and set it afire and leave the area, don’t breath the fumes.
Do NOT touch it under any circumstance as it is heavily diseased.
Any precious metals it might be carrying will be sterilized by fire and might be harvested a couple days later.
Lance de BoyleSeptember 28, 2020, 2:24 PM
Anyone besides me almost wanting someone to start something?
I got a loaded Maverick 88 on the back seat, and a sack of assorted shot shells, wasp spray, bear spray, and a Stinger tactical wire whip.
My adrenals say, “Do it!”
A little voice says, “Finally went ’round the bend, have we? You’ll go to prison.”
My adrenals say, “And your point?”
How do 20 million in readiness coalesce into a semi-coordinated rapid reaction?
Does that only happen when “intermediate institutions” (police, local government) no longer separate civilians from the destroyers?
Who gives the signal?
Do they have to come to my door?
Do these questions need answers or do we just know?
ghostsniperSeptember 28, 2020, 2:44 PM
Lance axed: “Do they have to come to my door?”
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For now, yes.
Tomorrow? Unknown.
In the next year? Probably be every man for himself and you will align with like minded folks to eliminate those that want to eliminate you. Your job in the meantime is to start paying attention and perhaps even making lists of people in your area that are sending out signals that you may need to kill them in the near future so that when that times comes you’ll be able to go to work more efficiently. Keep in mind that the job is overwhelming in scope and far deeper than you ever imagined. You can’t know how deep until you are waist deep in it, it just keeps going and going and…..
No, you don’t have enough ammo. But when the ammo is gone long slender pieces of very sharp case hardened metal will suffice though the clean up afterward can be intense. Regardless, when the world is plunged back to the 17th century almost overnight using period specific tools will come naturally in short order, if you have them. Garage sales don’t track your purchases and the tools found there have already proven themselves, unlike stuff bought recently off the shelves of a big box.
Explains the (by now) reflex response of Blue Cities and States to arrest and heavily charge any normal citizen that so much as puts a hand on the grip of a gun in terror of the Soros mobs at his doorstep.
There aren’t really all that many of them, and if we start whittling them down by two’s and threes soon there won’t be any at all.
Until they find a way to get rid of the guns in the hands of the normals, they must suppress the instinct for self-defense.
VanderleunSeptember 28, 2020, 6:24 PM
My counter-instinct is being triggered.
gwbnycSeptember 28, 2020, 6:30 PM
yes, Lance.
TerrySeptember 28, 2020, 7:38 PM
@Lance
My answer to your first question: Me, myself & I. Yes, I’m looking forward to a bit of “don’t mess with someone you don’t know” as my boxing instructor (my father) taught me. If you are forced to, make your punishment severe and as fast as possible. I have been forced to test this reaction a few times in my life. Once at a county fair after a mexcan attacked my then wife. He ended up in need of a new set of front teeth, lips and nose rebuild. What a mess. Blood all over the place.
My boxing instructors advice would have done him some good. The animal was armed with a knife. Do NOT get cut . . . ever! Got a heater, pack it.
Twice we’ve seen the Leaves of Grass excerpt. It really sets a melancholy tone. Like we’re altogether too close to the end of things… But anymore, hope seems scarce as opium, and the little tastes I get wear off fast, and are gone much too soon.
JWM
Sam L.September 29, 2020, 9:39 AM
I don’t know if the media is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Dems/Lefties or it’s the other way round, but I DO know they are in cahoots!
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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
Burn Them Down A generation that has never done anything besides watch Star Wars movies and swipe right on Tinder somehow seems convinced they can rebuild a better civilization from scratch.
What Preparations Are Due? | The Great Plague of 1665 had killed over 20 percent of the roughly 460,000 people living in London. The outbreak began in the small parish of St. Giles-in-the-Fields, just outside the city. When several unusual deaths, mostly of poor working-class people, were reported in 1664 and 1665, they were not directly connected to plague. While death counts from each part of London had been recorded and published in bills of mortality since 1603, these official records often underreported deaths, especially if they could lead to panic and civil unrest. This failure to identify a developing crisis and the delay in a municipal response led to sudden spikes in plague deaths by the summer of 1665, when nearly eight thousand people died in a single week. Like Dickens’ novels of social reform over a century later, A Journal of the Plague Year illuminated the tragic personal and collective costs of unpreparedness, which greatly exacerbated the suffering of thousands of Londoners dying from bubonic plague…
Only a month before the publication of A Journal of the Plague Year, Defoe released a work of nonfiction on epidemics, one that traded the quotidian experience of London’s plague past with didactic advice about what to do when a plague arrives at your doorstep. The earlier work, burdened with the title Due Preparations for the Plague, as Well for Soul as Body: Being Some Seasonable Thoughts upon the Visible Approach of the Present Dreadful Contagion in France; the Properest Measures to Prevent It, and the Great Work of Submitting to It, reads, as the literary scholar Louis A. Landa suggested, like “a manual of instruction” for how to act before the time of plague. At the age of sixty-two, Defoe believed he had a moral responsibility to “encourage the great work of preparation” at the individual and national levels before the next inevitable disaster…
Leaves of Grass – Walt Whitman 
Gerard Van der Leun
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Holy cow, those mug shots. Who pissed in the gene pool?
JWM
That’s a man, baby!
Or the ugliest woman in the world.
You have XY chromosomes, then you’re a male. XX, then you’re male. The bearded dude also has a prostate. Today’s biology lesson folks.
Correction: XX female. Need more coffee today!
Filthy, insane criminals needing to be shot on sight.
Absolutely useless, and highly dangerous.
Extremely unpredictable.
Probably wasted on combinations of chemicals.
Can you imagine one of those demented assholes laying a hand on you, or your wife or kid? (shiver)
If you kill one (or more) do so in such a manner that you don’t get any on ya.
Nasty motherfucker could explode from all that foul poison coursing through it’s system.
Probably the safest, surest way is a (possibly a series of, in quick dispatch) small diameter high speed metal missile right through the head from 100 feet or more away.
Then drench it in diesel and set it afire and leave the area, don’t breath the fumes.
Do NOT touch it under any circumstance as it is heavily diseased.
Any precious metals it might be carrying will be sterilized by fire and might be harvested a couple days later.
Anyone besides me almost wanting someone to start something?
I got a loaded Maverick 88 on the back seat, and a sack of assorted shot shells, wasp spray, bear spray, and a Stinger tactical wire whip.
My adrenals say, “Do it!”
A little voice says, “Finally went ’round the bend, have we? You’ll go to prison.”
My adrenals say, “And your point?”
How do 20 million in readiness coalesce into a semi-coordinated rapid reaction?
Does that only happen when “intermediate institutions” (police, local government) no longer separate civilians from the destroyers?
Who gives the signal?
Do they have to come to my door?
Do these questions need answers or do we just know?
Lance axed: “Do they have to come to my door?”
======
For now, yes.
Tomorrow? Unknown.
In the next year? Probably be every man for himself and you will align with like minded folks to eliminate those that want to eliminate you. Your job in the meantime is to start paying attention and perhaps even making lists of people in your area that are sending out signals that you may need to kill them in the near future so that when that times comes you’ll be able to go to work more efficiently. Keep in mind that the job is overwhelming in scope and far deeper than you ever imagined. You can’t know how deep until you are waist deep in it, it just keeps going and going and…..
No, you don’t have enough ammo. But when the ammo is gone long slender pieces of very sharp case hardened metal will suffice though the clean up afterward can be intense. Regardless, when the world is plunged back to the 17th century almost overnight using period specific tools will come naturally in short order, if you have them. Garage sales don’t track your purchases and the tools found there have already proven themselves, unlike stuff bought recently off the shelves of a big box.
American Digest has an app for that just above this post in Civil War? Not So Fast.
Explains the (by now) reflex response of Blue Cities and States to arrest and heavily charge any normal citizen that so much as puts a hand on the grip of a gun in terror of the Soros mobs at his doorstep.
There aren’t really all that many of them, and if we start whittling them down by two’s and threes soon there won’t be any at all.
Until they find a way to get rid of the guns in the hands of the normals, they must suppress the instinct for self-defense.
My counter-instinct is being triggered.
yes, Lance.
@Lance
My answer to your first question: Me, myself & I. Yes, I’m looking forward to a bit of “don’t mess with someone you don’t know” as my boxing instructor (my father) taught me. If you are forced to, make your punishment severe and as fast as possible. I have been forced to test this reaction a few times in my life. Once at a county fair after a mexcan attacked my then wife. He ended up in need of a new set of front teeth, lips and nose rebuild. What a mess. Blood all over the place.
My boxing instructors advice would have done him some good. The animal was armed with a knife. Do NOT get cut . . . ever! Got a heater, pack it.
Twice we’ve seen the Leaves of Grass excerpt. It really sets a melancholy tone. Like we’re altogether too close to the end of things… But anymore, hope seems scarce as opium, and the little tastes I get wear off fast, and are gone much too soon.
JWM
I don’t know if the media is a wholly-owned subsidiary of the Dems/Lefties or it’s the other way round, but I DO know they are in cahoots!