Racist Codes

Always remember, saying, “That’s code for racism,” is code for reverse racism.

Who’s Costing Who the Election?

I’ve just seen—for the gazillionth time—some pseudo-objective pundit asking the question: “Is Palin costing McCain the election?” It makes me want to tear my hair out. The sad and unspeakable truth is: McCain is costing Palin the election. The pundits gravely question what her selection says about his judgment, all the while fighting with each other to be first in line to lick Obama’s boots.

The Left, and its wholly-owned subsidiaries—the Democratic Party and the mainstream media—would have the gullible believe that McCain is a right-wing firebrand and our beloved and passionately embraced nominee. How soon they forget. McCain became our nominee by virtue of being the only semi-corpse still twitching on the battlefield after the primary bloodbath. In that overly crowded field, McCain was my second-to-last choice for the nomination. Only Ron Paul made my stomach queasier.

In fact, and virtually without exception, candidates for the GOP nomination were eliminated in order of my preference for them. George Allen goes down in flames for saying macaca? It’s pathetic that the Left saw fit to seize upon this bit of harmless on-the-spot word coinage as a weapon to bring him down. It is a biting indictment of the limp-wristedness of our society that it instantly caught traction. My choice for the nomination was Tom Tancredo. He was aligned with my political philosophy to the tune of 90-95% overall, and dead on with the issues that mattered most to me. He went early as well. Mostly for the sin of telling the truth.

For most of us, McCain was a double whammy. He has long been the most wishy-washy Republican in the senate, well deserving of the epithet RINO. He has had a long history of sacrificing his own party and constituents on the pagan alter of bipartisanship. Many of us thought it would be better to elect an honest Democrat than to exalt a fake Republican.

So why do we support McCain now? The reason is the classic political reason: He is the lesser of two evils. Those of us still capable of rational thought are astounded at how quickly and enthusiastically our entire nation began guzzling the Obama Kool-Aid. Logic and reason were tossed out with the garbage and an appallingly bad choice for a presidential candidate now is known as The One, The Savior, The Messiah, etc.. Obama’s only truly amazing achievement in life is making John McCain the best available choice for president of the United States.

All of which leads us back to Sarah Palin. Why the outpouring of admiration, affection, and support? Because she is the one we kept hoping for during the primaries. The one that never came. She is here now, even though we’re disappointed it’s in the number two spot, but still here. The Left has showered her with unprecedented—and unjustifiable—vitriol and bile. They don’t do it because they fear her. To say so would be to do Sarah an injustice. They do it because she fills them with gut-wrenching terror. More than anything else, the Left fears the appearance of another Republican with the effectiveness and political invincibility of Ronald Reagan. The Left knows, even if we don’t, that Sarah Palin is a Ronald Reagan that looks good in heels and a skirt.

Let’s just all pray for the sake of the nation, and our own sakes, that McCain doesn’t cost this wonderful woman the election.

Step Up and Meet Henry A: Purveyor of Fine Racist Bile

Many years ago, in my hardhat-wearing days, I had the opportunity to meet one of the finest examples of a hate-mongering minority racist. I was glad to have met him, even though an hour of talking to him was like a year in some kind of intellectual Hell. I was glad because I learned things from him that more taciturn and thoughtful minority racists would never say to a WASPy blue-eyed devil such as me. He was not my usual partner, but because we usually worked in isolated two-man teams and I worked for that company for six years, I can honestly say that I had to spend literally weeks of my life with the man. He would often be friendly, but stated explicitly that we weren’t friends and that he held my race, my culture, my nation, and my religion in the utmost contempt.

I’ll just shorten his name to Henry A.

Henry was a Mexican, not a Mexican-American, by his own declared convictions. As deplorable as all good Americans find the dreaded hyphenated American, Henry was worse. He didn’t want the good name of Mexico sullied in such an association. Even though his family had lived in the US for generations.

Henry had an ex-wife he liked to badmouth. She was a black woman of similar attitude and they produced one child who looked just like the curly-headed kid in the old Oscar Meyer commercials (“My bologna has a first name…..”) After a session of particularly vitriolic denunciations of her, I asked him how the hell two such incompatible people had ever gotten together in the first place. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind and told me they had plenty in common. Naturally, I asked what, to which he replied condescendingly, “We both hate white people.” Of course, if I applied that logic to my life my dating pool would be restricted to the Aryan Nations or some such unsavory racist groups. Logic was not Henry’s strong suit, and he considered consistency to be a tool of white oppression.

Even I, however, never fully grasped the depths of illogic and unreason that lurk in the minority racist’s mind and soul until Henry showed them to me. One day Henry was “treating” me to a diatribe about the injustice of American society that compelled him to live an impoverished lifestyle in the scummiest part of town. Then, to my shock and horror, he invoked me as an exemplar of that injustice. Of course, I demanded to know what he based that on. My offense, as it turns out was that I owned my own home (and I had since I was 19), lived in a good neighborhood by the river and the biggest park in town, and worst of all I drove a new car. Henry, on the other hand lived in the slummiest neighborhood in town with a sky-high crime rate, few amenities, and he drove a 10-year old car. Since we both worked the same job at the same rate of pay for the same number of hours and lived such disparate lifestyles, he proclaimed that disparity as ironclad proof of the viciously unfair nature of American society.

I probably just should have pointed out that dozens of Latinos at the company lived as well or better than I did and dropped the issue. But no, I had to try to help the guy out. It was obvious to me; Henry had no clue about the real reason that he was poor. So I started asking him questions.

I asked him if he and his woman drank, then smoked cigarettes, then snuff, then smoked marijuana, used other drugs, and if they gambled. All of which questions were answered in the affirmative along with angry demands to know why the questions were relevant. Henry daily drank beer, tequila, and whiskey. He smoked multiple packs of cigarettes a day and “dipped” snuff as well. He and his wife smoke numerous ounces of marijuana per week, along with other drugs as availability permitted. He also enjoy losing a few bucks at the card table.

I had Henry right where I wanted him, I thought. I was sure my logic would show him the error of his ways and he would either change, or at least stop being such an insufferable bigot. I questioned him about the price associated with each of his “hobbies” and he reluctantly gave them to me. When he was done, I added them all up and came up with a figure I was certain would prove my point. The combined costs of his and his woman’s vices alone were higher than my first and second mortgages, car payments, all utilities, and food and gas costs—combined. I happily announced that he could live as well as I did in my neighborhood if he quite drinking, doping, smoking, dipping, and gambling as I had done. What did I get for my efforts? The following statement:

“That’s just like you peckerwoods. Always trying to tell us people of color how to live.”

Naturally, Henry doesn’t speak for his entire demographic group. Doubtless, not even the majority of it. But he does hold and speak the thoughts of millions of people that live in this country. It is bad enough when we have people who can’t understand that having your cake and eating it too are mutually exclusive. It is worse when we have people like Henry who believe, and demand, that he have his cake and eat it too. Also, that you make the cake, deliver it to him, feed it to him, and then apologize because the cake wasn’t chocolate. My point? Once again it is simply this:

I’ve put forward this example, and will put forth others, to illustrate that America’s false reverence for compromise and accomodation need to end. Certainly we should try to come to a mutually beneficial agreement (not compromise or appeasement) whenever possible. If, however, it isn’t possible then you must strive to win the conflict, or you’re an idiot. Six years of reasoning with Henry A. never availed me of anything, except unnecessary stress. In the end, his heart and mind were as rotten with hate as when I started. Henry A., and others of his ilk, can only be beaten. If we don’t fight them now, we’ll be obeying them later.

Do Liberals Ever Listen to Themselves? 2

Check out the video of the Denver abortion clinic protest. It’s pretty typical fare for the pro-homicide fanatics, but towards the end one of the loons makes some fairly ironic comments. He yells at an opponent, “Run your life, not your mouth! Run your life, not ours!” This is more evidence that among the lefties the absolute freedom of speech is only absolute for the proper people—themselves. If you dare disagree, you must be silenced.

Then, of course, there is the whole issue of running our own lives. Haven’t we been demanding that, in vain, since God-knows-when? Aren’t they the ones who have imposed upon us laws that say we can’t discipline our own children, that force us to send those children to schools who don’t teach but rather indoctrinate, that force us through taxation to support charities and government programs that actively work against our most deeply held values, and that try to disarm us—sometimes successfully—so that we cannot defend ourselves against the criminals whom they let roam the streets? I don’t smoke, but I find it galling that some lefties believe they have the right to tell smokers that they shouldn’t be allowed to smoke in their own homes or cars.

The sad truth that the idiot in the video doesn’t get is that they have been gleefully trying to run our lives for decades, sometimes successfully, sometimes less so, but always trying with maddeningly insane persistence. The problem for them is that this is an issue the non-lefties have decided is just one step too far, and they have dug in their heels on this one. I find it very illustrative that when confronted pro-abortionists throw a temper tantrum reminiscent of a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar and desperately trying to distract from the issue at hand. If you’re not doing anything wrong, then why do you act so guilty?

I could go on, but you get the point.

Yawning While Uncle Sam Bleeds Out

A few days ago Condoleezza Rice stated that America would be just fine under an Obama administration. That, of course, depends on how things go down and especially on how you define “just fine”. It has been repeatedly observed that Obama is a cipher. Cipher being, for those of you too lazy to click on a free on-line dictionary is a zero; one that has no weight, worth, or influence; a nonentity; a method of transforming a text in order to conceal its meaning; a coded message. One couldn’t ask for a more thorough description of the man as we know and understand him today. He is a ghost, a phantom, a shadow in the dark at best.

You have to ask yourself, “How does a man get to be in his late 40s and the presidential nominee of the largest political party in the United States, and do it all while leaving little more than vapors as his background?”

I have been mocked by a few folks for believing that John McCain would be a good president. Which is strange, because I don’t believe that. I believe John is the classical example of the lesser of two evils. The only candidates I could enthusiastically support were the first ones eliminated, which should have told me more than it did about the state of intellectual obliviousness prevalent in this election cycle. I don’t believe that John McCain would be a good president. I just believe he’ll screw the country up less and that the mess he leaves will be fixable—mostly.

Obama is like some physical phenomenon that can’t be observed directly, atoms for example, and we can only learn about him through indirect means. The man’s critics have been accused of practicing guilt by association but when that’s all you’ve got, that’s all you’ve got. Besides, if I find out that your best friend spends most of his time hanging out with drug cartel hit men, that tells me a lot about your friend—and you. One only has to go out one degree of separation to find a myriad of two-legged cockroaches scurrying away from the light. Saul Alinsky, for example. and in his case a list of his disciples is a veritable rogues gallery in its own right.

So is Condoleezza right? Will America be just fine? As I said, that all depends. If the man gets too cocky and overreaches himself in his efforts to make America a socialist paradise and just another neighborhood in the global village, I say yes. We’ll have a few really, really bad years. The nation and Congress will realize their mistake and dig in, marginalizing him until he can be voted out of office. America would be truly just fine. We would only have wasted a few years which is small when you consider the 1930s or the 1960s and realize that, as a nation, we’ve wasted entire decades and survived.

But what about the far more likely case? Obama gets what he wants while the unthinking herds of the electorate get what they deserve. Then we get to the matter of definition. If you define “just fine” as American still existing pretty much as is at the end of his term, then yes we’ll be just fine. If you define “just fine” as the existence of some political entity calling itself “The United States of America” a century or so down the line, then yes we’ll be just fine.

But what if you define “just fine” differently? What if you define it as a constitutional republic with freely elected representatives? What if you define it as a sovereign nation-state actively seeking to achieve its best interest in the long-term? What if you define it as a distinctive English-speaking culture that stresses the traditional ideals of Western Civilization, especially the Anglo-American model? A culture that stresses individualism and self-reliance? A free-market economy where one is taxed lightly and only for direct benefits that he receives that can’t be provided by the free market, such as national defense and protection from people who think like Obama?

Well, friends if you define “just fine” that way—as I do—then we are well and truly screwed.

The more I study the man, the more concerned I become. A similar reaction to what I’ve experienced in my studies of Islam and Muslims. (The more you know, the more you wish you didn’t know.) No, Obama wouldn’t kill the country by his second day in office, nor by the end of—God forbid!—his second term. But he could very well be the guy who nicks that artery that allows Uncle Sam to slowly bleed out over the next forty or fifty years. Don’t believe it? Look back fifty years to the 1950s and what could and couldn’t be done then, what was thinkable and unthinkable.

Science fiction author Robert Heinlein wrote a number of stories described as being “if this goes on…” in nature. I submit that if the country continues on its current trajectory that within most of our lifetimes, we could all find ourselves Strangers in a Strange—and Hostile—Land.

The Memo Writer’s Observations on Life #1

1. Women will always hack off their hair and switch to frumpy clothes after you marry, then claim they just wanted to look nice for you.
2. Auto mechanics will always think that you’re an idiot.
3. Liberals will club you in the head repeatedly in you refuse to join their peace protest.
4. Radical Liberals abhor violence and are willing to commit any act of violence to prevent it.
5. Environmentalists firmly believe that by burning SUVs, multi-million dollars homes, ski resorts, industrial sites, and other places of employment constitutes helping their fellow man.
6. Liberals who successfully sue tobacco companies will celebrate by firing up a joint and holding the smoke until they faint.
7. Cashiers at fast-food restaurants can’t speak English.
8. Cashiers anywhere are not hired for their math skills.
9. Complaining about cashiers does no good because the manager can’t speak English.
10. In California you can entered into a long-term intimate relationship with a goat but adjusting the fast idle screw on your carburetor will get you the death penalty.
11. Celebrities are unimportant people who make their living pretending to be important people.
12. People who violently oppose petroleum drilling, transportation, exploration, pipelines, tankers, storage facilities, and refineries bitch the most about high fuel prices.
13. People who live in states with the most punitive anti-business laws attribute their unemployment to corporate greed and government conspiracies.
14. Nobody will ever live long enough to see an unscrewed-up order at a fast-food restaurant drive-through.
15. Liberals will always believe that the only justification for having a military is as a jobs program.
16. Drivers in New Mexico have their turn-signal levers welded in the off position.
17. Women with large breasts want small ones, those with small breast want large ones, medium-sized women can go either way, and they all want you to pay for the surgery.
18. Men will never end their quest for a virgin nymphomaniac.
19. Ex-wives will still call you and demand that you do chores around what used to be your house.
20. Cars only break down when you take a short-cut through the most dangerous part of the city.

Do Liberals Ever Listen to Themselves?

I’ve got to tell you I’m a little baffled. Hillary Clinton’s own party is trying to burn her to the ground for a statement concerning her campaign and the assassination of Bobby Kennedy. I despise the woman, and all of Joe Kennedy’s foul creche of demon spawn, but give me break—and her for that matter. At this point, I’m pretty sure the reason they’re ripping on Hillary is that she broke with the sacred texts of liberal protocol and made a coherent, cogent, rational, and worst of all—on topic comment.

Conversely, we have Barack Obama whose every third word is guaranteed to cause the electoral equivalent of the China Syndrome. But yet it doesn’t. Obama has committed scads of verbal gaffes, any one of which should have been sufficient to send him to the card table with the little kids while the grownups continued the campaign. But yet they don’t.

In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve been waiting in vain for 57-state-gate to take its toll. It’s bad enough when Lefties have inane beliefs that could negatively impact the country; not believing the Constitution means what it explicitly says comes immediately to mind. But when the presumptive nominee for the country’s largest political party doesn’t know the difference between states, territories, and possessions, or how many of them there are, then something something is wrong in the state of Denmark (rumored to be an island in Lake Superior).

Poor George Allen, one of the most promising early candidates for the Republican nomination had his campaign crumple faster than the French army after uttering a word made up on-the-spot for comedic effect. If you’ll recall, Allen humorously dubbed a spy from a rival campaign “Macaca”, presumably to let both the spy and his supporters know that knew he was there. The non-event immediately became the event of the hour, day, week, month, and year. Strangely, the story vanished overnight after this strong contender was eliminated as a threat to the Liberal Democrat Politburo. We all know the controversy would still be raging if Allen had hung in there until now.

If the opposition and its lap dogs in the media are going to have a double standard, is it too much to ask that you at least try to be sneaky about it?

Ted Kennedy Near Miss

For a while this morning, it looked as if Ted Kennedy had stroked out. As was to be expected, laudatory news coverage was broadcast everywhere, even on Fox News, and as fawning as the coverage on Fox was I shudder to think how obsequious and drooling the Democratic Party lap dog networks were.

As it turns out, the strokes were actually seizures and it appears the Senator will recover fully. As a human being, I am pleased. As an American I’m a little disappointed. Anything that brings an end to Ted Kennedy’s political career is a good thing for America. Few people alive today have done more to destroy this country than Massachusetts’ favorite imbiber. Just about any anti-American would have been pleased to call the Senator’s 1965 Immigration Bill punch in Uncle Sam’s throat the capstone of his career. Teddy, of course, was just getting warmed up.

I’m a passionately loyal American, but even I get exasperated at the obtuseness of my fellow citizens at times. After some 50+ years of Kennedy family antics and escapades, a significant portion of my countrymen and women still consider the Kennedy clan to be the American equivalent of royalty. The sad truth is that as long as Joe Kennedy’s horde of descendants stalk the Earth, no freedom that Americans enjoy is safe.

John McCain and Global Warming

I just watched the focus group testing of John McCain’s new global warming ad. In it he assures somebody, most likely not his own team, that he believes in global warming.

I’ll take a different tact on this just for a change. Believing in climate change is like believing in sunrises and sunsets. They all happen, have happened, and will continue to happen. It’s not all that daring just because the time frame is different. As I’ve posted elsewhere, even if true, the effects of global warming will be the slowest moving catastrophe in recent history. In one of the breathlessly panicked forecasts I’ve read we’re told that sea level will soon rise by a fraction of an inch a year. This would allow more than enough time for a responsible government led by grownups (read that ‘not liberals’) to respond. The people could evacuate entirely, move to a higher elevation, or (far more likely) postpone the inevitable by a massive spending project on a system of dikes and levees.

Even if none of this works and coastal cities are destroyed, don’t cry! Celebrate! You’re environmentalists for Gaia’s sake! You hate cities anyway. This also has the additional benefit of making the land you bought out in the boondocks, to get away from the human blight, into highly desirable beach property. You can sell it on the sly, and become filthy rich, all while hypocritically condemning the capitalist system. You know! Just like all of those people you slavishly vote for.

More seriously, few people I know seriously deny climate change. The climate has always changed, and will always continue to do so. The question is whether humans caused it. The, answer of course not. It’s an ongoing process. Well then, do humans make it worse? Probably, but only to an insignificant level. About the same way that coupling one extra boxcar to a 100-car train makes the wreck worse if it jumps the tracks. In other words, it only matters if you addicted to shame.

I think maybe Obama and McCain should share a campaign slogan this cycle: We’re screwed in ‘08.

Open Letter to September 12th People

There can only be peace when they will start to love their children more than they hate us.

Golda Meir

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one!

Charles Mackay

I had an unusual and revealing conversation with a friend back during the days of my horribly misspent youth. It was at the beginning of some momentous Republican shaking and moving, probably the election or Reagan in 1980 or the Gingrich Revolution in 1994, I forget which. During this conversation my friend and his spouse were complaining of the hostile rhetoric that was coming from the Conservative Republican side and the lack of a willingness to compromise. In short, the Right was kicking ass and taking names as we used to say in the military. I asked them if they had heard anything they had thought reasonable and they responded by singing the praises of George Will and William F. Buckley.

Now as fine as those two gentleman are, and I’ve read hundreds of their columns, these are a couple of guys who were “Born to be Mild”. Will and Bill are to politics what your grandfather was to your lifestyle in the 1970s. You remember him? The guy that calmly and rationally explained to you why you shouldn’t drink, smoke, carouse, and be promiscuous? Afterwards you smiled, hugged the man, chuckled at his naive innocence and went out partying. Until your non-rational, non-calm father caught you and royally kicked your ass.

So, naturally I explained to my friends that, though we would prefer civil discourse, we were tired of being a perpetual minority party and had realized that we had to get down in the mud and fight for our beliefs kicking and gouging as necessary. In short, we had to act like Democrats to do battle with Democrats. My friend gave me a horrified look and said, I kid you not, “No! Don’t stoop to our level!”

So, to all of you September 12th people, nice is for peacetime and this is not peacetime. I’ve heard the United States compared to a lifeboat that takes in as many survivors as it can. Well, as as anyone who didn’t go to an urban public school can tell you, if you overload the lifeboat it will capsize, so after a point you have to turn people away no matter how much it breaks your heart. Similarly, if you come to find that someone has an icepick and is poking holes in the lifeboat, you throw his ass overboard, and don’t get heartbroken about it. Now, the problem with liberals and/or Democrats, as you well know, is that they’re all about the guy with the icepick.

I know that these are our fellow citizens, for better or for worse, and that you would rather come to some sort of accommodation with them. Who wouldn’t? Unfortunately, that ship has sailed. Of course one should still be civil where possible, but if civility means compromised national security, then civility is a luxury we can’t afford.

Most people have had any number of epiphanies in their lifetimes. Occasionally, some of these are virtual fist-in-the-face experiences where your realize something earthshaking or life changing, something that you just can’t believe you didn’t see before. It can be any number of things: your girlfriend has been exploiting you, that troublesome spouse never had any intention of changing, your parents have been manipulating you with intentionally bad advice, or maybe just that you were in the wrong career for the wrong reasons. Someone may have warned you along the way, or maybe you even “knew” it, but with a little “k”, on an intellectual, but superficial level. I’m talking about the experience when you finally KNOW it to the very marrow in your bones.

My most recent experience with that last phenomenon had to be with one of Rush Limbaugh’s favorite phrases. That being, “These people have to be defeated.” The people in question being the Left in general and, in our context here, September 10th people in particular. I’ve heard him say it for years now and I’ve always known he was right, but I knew with a little “k”. I figured if I stayed informed, voted for the best candidates, and had the courage to confront people spreading lies, then I was doing my part. In the years after the horrifying events of that day I’ve suffered from quite a bit of cognitive dissonance from watching the Left take undeniable facts that support no-brainer conclusions and arrive at insanely wrong answers. I just couldn’t understand it. That was, of course, precisely the point.

The rhetoric of the Left isn’t meant to be understood. It only has to confuse long enough for them to accomplish their goals. Logic and reason aren’t goals to be sought and upheld. They are barriers to fulfilling their whims and fortunately, for them, can be circumvented. We have a weakness, we logic, reason, and rationality types. We think that deep down in everybody there is a logic, reason, and rationality person just dying to get out. Unfortunately, the modern Leftist is a creature of pure emotion who genuinely considers a poor sap like you to be handicapped with “rigid linear thinking”, or as you and I call it, sanity. So what’s the epiphany? What is it that you need to KNOW?

You need to know that almost all of these people are beyond reach. You need to know that minds are like concrete, once they’ve set it is almost impossible to reshape them in any fundamental way. Furthermore, the longer it has been since the mind has set the more unyielding it becomes because you’re not just fighting an incorrect idea, you’re fighting an emotional creature that is totally invested in that idea. When people even begin to suspect that the thing they’ve dedicated 30, 40, or 50 years of their lives to is a total sham, the mind slams shut. This is a defense mechanism like the ones you see where the 70-year old scientist who was barking up the wrong tree on his research dedicates all his remaining years to denouncing the 30-year old scientist who saw the mistake. So it is with the Left. Do you really expect someone on the Left to stand up and admit, “Wow! We spent trillions and trillions of taxpayer dollars on antipoverty programs and increased poverty. Man, is there ever egg on our face!”?

So, if you want to live in a world where terrorism and rape rooms are the fault of terrorists and rapists instead of Western Civilization, KNOW this, Liberal Democrats are like zombies, you can’t do anything for them, but you can keep them from eating the brains of other innocent people. To that end I’m planning on going on an indefinite hiatus from just bitching and try to find someplace to actually”do” for the cause. I suggest you do the same thing.

Satanic Teddy Bears

I can’t really say too much about Gillian Gibbons and the Terrifying Teddy Bear of Death; I’m just too gobsmacked by the whole affair. The entire episode is beyond ludicrous—even for Muslims.

Nancy Pelosi’s San Francisco Values

“San Francisco is 49 square miles completely surrounded by reality.”
Paul Kantner of the rock band Jefferson Airplane

I had an opportunity to live in the San Francisco Bay area for about a year. I say opportunity because I really looked forward to it. I had lived most of my life in small towns filled with narrow-minded people who didn’t know what to make of me. So, while I wasn’t all that enthused about most of the Bay Area lifestyle, I was sure that if they could handle guys tonguing each other in the streets then accepting me would be a breeze.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case. The exact same things and beliefs that offended my home folks as wacky left-wing radicalism offended the Bay Area folks as heartless right-wing reactionism. Far from being tolerant, the Bay Area has a sacrosanct mindset, a SF Orthodoxy if you will. Defy it, or even question it, at your peril. Any deviation causes the typical native to begin frothing at the mouth in mindless rage.

Don’t get the idea that you can avoid this problem by just not talking about politics. The social injunction against discussing religion and politics is practically unknown there. San Franciscans talk about politics and religion the way most people talk about the weather. A question like, “How about that idiot Bush and those mother”effing” Republicans?” is considered an icebreaker.

After a year of this I proclaimed them to be among the most intolerant people I had ever met. Naturally, they deny this and point to every conceivable class of human being and how they are celebrated and embraced in the city. This caused me a great deal of cognitive dissonance because it sounded true on the surface, yet deep down inside I knew there was a glaring flaw in their reasoning.

Eventually, I figured it out. The problem was that I was letting them define the terms of the discussion. I needed to go up a level of conceptual abstraction to get it. When you do that it becomes readily apparent that the typical San Franciscan tolerates one thing and one thing only: the intolerable.

The Gospel According to Heinlein

There is a story that circulates about an incident while the original Star Trek series was in production. In that story a certain Muslim man observes that the in the futuristic Star Trek universe just about every kind of human and even non-human is represented, except Muslims, and takes offense. When he gets an opportunity to challenge this shortcoming with someone involved in the production of the series he asks why there are no Muslims in the show. The answer? “Because it’s about the future.”

I’ve been trying to track the source of this down for ages because even if it isn’t true, it ought to be. (If you know, drop me a line.)I’ve always been very future-minded and as such a voracious consumer of science fiction (as well as fantasy), which some insist on euphemistically calling speculative fiction. An occupational hazard of being a SF fan is that people are constantly coming up to you excited to the point of incontinence about the latest new thing you had forgotten about years ago. It’s a longer term version of what happens to those of us who get our news on the Internet. You know what I’m talking about, you walked by the newspaper machine on Monday morning, look at the headline, and said, “They’re still talking about that?”

One of the most telling moments in my life was back when the Republican’s Contract with America was big news. Back then Newt Gingrich and that other guy (?) were the masterminds behind it. I’m listening to the news and I hear that they were inspired by a book. I’m cool with that. I’ve been inspired by many books. But, when asked which book it was they come back with an answer that causes the coffee I had been sipping to come shooting out of my nose like a couple of horizontal geysers. It was “The Third Wave” by Alvin Toffler. Folks, I can count on my fingers the number of books that I’ve started and never finished, “The Third Wave” is one of them. It was that lame. As an old SF fan reading that book I could only think something like, “They’re still talking about that?” That was when the book was new, when the Contract people were talking about it, it was 14 years old. Yikes.

So, to me, it comes as no surprise really that just about everything that pops up in the news, Robert Heinlein has written a story about it, or a story similar to it. I don’t recall any stories he wrote about friction with the Islamic world, he may have, but he did write at length about conflict with the communist world. However, since by adding Allah to communism you pretty much get Islam, the lessons can be applied.

First lesson: It’s time for the present members of the “Nuclear Club” to consider the fact that it may be time to stop disassembling nuclear weapons and start reassembling them. If the Islamic world goes nuclear, we won’t be able to depend on Mutually Assured Destruction to stop them. It only worked against the communists because, whatever their faults, they weren’t suicidal. Folks like Lenin and Stalin wanted to live in the world after they conquered it.

Second Lesson: In his writings, Heinlein pointed out that in a conflict against the Asian “hordes” there would be no way that American mothers could produce enough boy babies fast enough to save us. In effect, we needed an equalizer. Now, if we look at the population of the Muslim world in comparison to our own you can still see the “Saracen hordes” that so terrified our ancestors. Now, imagine those superior numbers with the proverbial big stick and crazy enough to use them.

Third Lesson: Even if we weren’t conquered or blackmailed into some kind dhimmitude, we still would have to change our way of life. Whatever our current leadership’s good qualities, the position that “if we change our way of life, then the terrorists win” just won’t cut it. In an age of suitcase nukes we would have to expend considerable energy just to keep from being a good target. In one of Heinlein’s stories, if memory serves me, there was a scenario where the entire nation was being de-urbanized for just that purpose. The cities were being emptied and spread out evenly across the land so that no one place would be better than another for killing people and destroying infrastructure.

Fourth Lesson: We’ve all seen the 20/20 hindsight historian weeping, moaning, and wringing their hands in grief over how blind our ancestors were. How could they have not foreseen the horrific carnage of the Second World War? Didn’t Hitler give us fair warning in his book Mein Kampf? Couldn’t anybody have taken the time to translate his speeches and the abundant Nazi literature into English and spread the word? Weren’t his minions screaming their bloody intentions into every microphone they could find? Why yes, they were, and you’re going to feel really silly trying to explain to your wife’s daughter by the local imam why you weren’t able to apply the lessons of history to blood-smeared fanatics standing in front of burning buildings and cars and holding signs in English that read something like, “Islam will destroy you all”, or “Submit to Allah or die, Infidel!”

Are The Muslims 10 Feet Tall?

I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed a disturbing trend among some of my fellow citizens. It reminds me a great deal of the way some people viewed the Soviets back before their collapse. To judge by what was in the popular media back then we were doomed. Our only real option was to put off the inevitable as long as possible. The inevitable outcome of being swallowed up by the vastly more moral, if not superior Communist/Socialist juggernaut.

Back during the 1980s I came across a rather refreshing article titled something like “Are The Russians Ten Feet Tall?”. The article argued that far from being the invincible supermen that Americans feared (or in some cases adored). The Soviets were in serious trouble. Sadly, I don’t remember many particulars of the story. Mostly I just remember feeling relief at some sign that I might not wind up working on a collective farm somewhere after all.

Now I hear from time to time the same sort of thing being said about the Muslims: They can’t be contained or defeated. There are too many of them. They are too fanatical. They are more dedicated and so forth. While we Westerners are too fat, lazy, stupid, ignorant, agnostic, ambivalent, etc. to preserve ourselves. I’ve even heard a co-worker once state that we deserved to be conquered and oppressed as punishment for what we have “done” to the rest of the world. I don’t know about you, but I’m sure that the statute of limitations has run out on colonialism, Indian wars, slavery, etc.

Like most of you I’m sure, I’ve been continually researching Islam and the Muslim world and I find a lot of chinks in their armor that could be exploited, if only we lived in a society that exploits its advantages. One of these is Muslim (or at least Arab) disdain for physical labor. It’s my understanding that starting at the bottom and working your way up is an unfathomable concept to most. I’ve read that its not uncommon for an otherwise able-bodied man to sit around unemployed for 10 years, smoking and quaffing coffee at the local coffee shop while waiting for “suitable” employment (e.g. management).

Another I’ve heard and read about is their penchant for physical cowardice. Naturally, some will raise the specter of suicide attacks as proof that they are very brave indeed. I believe that is false on a numbers of counts: first, although there are obviously far too many people willing to be suicide bombers, the numbers pales in comparison to the number of Muslims available take the job (plus I consider suicide bombing to be evolution in progress); second, we must bear in mind that the numb nut actually believes he is on his way to have exclusive sexual access with 72 women for all eternity, I suspect that instead of brave he may simply be horny; third, if you’ll recall the first Gulf War, you’ll remember the droves of enemy soldiers scratching and clawing at each other in order to be first to surrender, sometimes to unmanned reconnaissance drones. The Gulf War presented an opportunity for every supply clerk and mess cook to be a Sergeant York.

There is another area that could be exploited, though I’m sure it will be denounced as cynical and mercenary. That is playing on the fault lines that run through the Muslim world. Sunnis and Shiites despise each other almost as much as they hate us. It seems like the only thing they can agree on is Kurdish genocide. The Wahabbis are nuttier than squirrel excrement and the world tends to forget that the Iranians are not Arabs, but rather Persians and have long considered the Arabs to be little more than hairless monkeys. We could play on that. I know it probably makes me a “bad” person, but I’m not so sure that civil war in Iraq is such a bad thing. Muslims killing Muslims is the epitome of the win-win situation.

Modular Culture

I read a post on monoculturalism once upon a time. Naturally I forgot to mark it and can’t remember where I found it, so I’m cheating someone out of a link. I found it an intriguing term since I had never heard it before. The link referred to an increasing rejection of multiculturalism, something that all good Americans hate. It reminded me of a concept of mine that I’ve intended to post about for a long time, modular culture.I not sure we’ve ever had a true monoculture, and if we ever did we definitely don’t have one now, and it’s unlikely to ever return. I have for years believed that American Culture is not one monolithic whole, that in fact it is compartmentalized into a hierarchy of “modules”. I DO believe that there is a core culture that every American needs to understand and be able to function in. Past that, however, there are so many different flavors of American life that one could never know them all.

If I had been motivated enough I might have made this my life’s work and published brilliant research papers on the topic, but I’ve had bigger fish to fry. The gist of my theory is that past the core culture there can be any number of sub-modules attached to it, and others attached to those. As long as those subordinate modules conform to the values outlined in the higher order modules we’ll all be OK. For instance, your Satanic Cult module won’t fly if you do human sacrifices. That would be a gross violation of American core culture. An extreme example, no doubt, but it does make my point.

If a certain module isn’t for you, another will be. The “vampire chic” and team sports modules absolutely baffle me. My renaissance faire and old muscle car modules might baffle you. The important thing is that these harm no one and can co-exist. Certain groups that have been getting a lot of attention lately believe that shouldn’t be allowed to drink, eat bacon, or let women wear bikinis (by itself proof of their insanity). However, they are allowed to kill all the people they want. Another gross violation of American core culture. If you can’t wrap your head around the idea of not killing people who disagree with you then you shouldn’t be allowed to come here. If you’re already here, get the hell out. Have a nice day.

Hispano-Fascism

The Hispano-Fascist Flag

Things have been slow here in the blogosphere, so I took the time to do some reading up on all things immigration. I spent hours on it in fact. I checked out the American Patrol Report and spent some time cruising MEChA’s web site. My reading took me from one extreme to the other, from laughter at the lunacy of their positions to gut-wrenching concern that so many people believe the tripe they’re spewing.

My calling them Hispano-Fascists isn’t just a ploy to annoy them or make them angry. They generate plenty of those emotions on their own. No, I call them that because the hatred and bile that spews out of their mouths reminds me ever so much of the words of other fascists from the past. I’m certain of one thing if nothing else. If it walks like a fascist, talks like a fascist, thinks like a fascist, and acts like a fascist, then it’s a damn fascist!

I’ve always subscribed to the theory that as soon as someone in a debate compares his opponent to Hitler or the Nazis, he or she just lost the debate. Very rarely is the comparison legitimate. Usually, it’s just a rhetorical technique to inflame someone else’s passion. But in the case of the deluded Reconquistas and certifiable psycho MEChA sociopaths, the comparison is dead-on.

The blather about the bronze race and the people of the sun invading and occupying my little piece of the country in order to fill out their inevitable destiny. That sounds an awful lot like invading Poland to get a little “living room” for the “master race” on the way to creating the world-encompassing German order. I say if the swastika fits, they should wear it.

I think that the invaders are getting a little bit too cocky for their own good. Just because our government doesn’t see any need to protect us and keep us sovereign, it doesn’t mean that we’ll just stand by while it happens. I fear the pussies in our government will let this continue until the rank and file citizens have no choice but to act on their own. I don’t know about you folks, but there is no way in hell I’m going to live as a second-class citizen in my own country. Nor will I stand idly by while people who have no clue as to what makes the country work reduce it to third-world nation status.

Remember, Mexico isn’t poor because of lack of resources, lack of labor, or any intrinsic genetic flaws. They are poor because they run things like Mexicans. And no, I’m not saying they don’t have the right to live however they want. What I am saying is that the way you live carries certain consequences with it. If you choose a self-destructive path, then you have no one to blame but yourself. And if you choose not to see the connection between your condition and your actions, that’s your problem too. However, your choices in no way obligate me to let you come to my country and impose those choices on me.

If things suck down there, that’s not my problem. Even more so, It’s not our problem. I would suggest that you stop electing kleptocrats for a nice beginning.

Exploring Two of Hillary Clinton’s Multitudinous Faces

Memorandum

From: The Memo Writer
Topic: Hillary Clinton’s Sudden Concern for High Fuel Prices

Abstract: News reports today indicate that Hillary Clinton has issued a recommendation that the government release fuel from the Strategic Petroleum Reserve for ease rising prices. Management has noticed that, as usual, this cynical gesture has generated an epidemic of warm fuzzy feelings and a plague of giddy “aws” from staff with short memories. Staff members with longer memories but suffering from Chronic Political Gullibility Syndrome are experiencing anxious feelings they can’t identify. To alleviate these problems, management requires all USA staff to read the following:

Item 1: Hillary’s suggestion is pure political posturing. Hillary, and others like her, have always maintained that Americans pay too little for fuel.

Item 2: Liberal Democrats are notorious for waxing poetic about the “$5 to $7 per gallon” that Europeans pay during price run-ups.

Item 3: Any Liberals objection to the present run-up is because none of the run-up is the result of the heavy additional taxation they recommend during period of low fuel prices.

Item 4: The Strategic Petroleum Reserve, born in a fit of crisis-induced political posturing, is for emergencies. Emergencies are understood to be disruptions in fuel supply that would immobilize the military and law enforcement, disrupt shipments of food or medicine, or that shut off the heat and lights in January. Your vacation to Maui will never qualify as an emergency no matter how big of a fit you throw.

Item 5: The reserve isn’t as big as you think. As of November 8, 2007, the SPR has 694.7 million barrels of crude oil stored. Management knows that number sounds big, but if withdrawn at the maximum possible rate, the reserve would be exhausted in 57 days. Just in case you’re a registered Democrat, that’s less than two months.

Item Six: Presently, the United States imports about 12 million barrels of oil per day—that’s per day! The SPR only has the capacity to withdraw 4.4 million barrels per day. A total disruption of our imported supply would result in a fuel deficit of approximately 8 million barrels a day—per day! For those of you who weren’t alive in the 1970s, or were too young to remember, let the voice of experience tell you that a smaller deficit sucked more than you can possibly imagine.

Item Seven: A politically motivated release of fuel from the SPR will do nothing to make the situation better, it will only make you feel better, just like all previous politically motivated releases.

Item Eight: By now you’ve probably asked: If all of this is true, then why does Hillary want to do it? The reason is that most of you think short term while Hillary, for all of her other faults, thinks long term. Hillary wants to be president. Why? Because it is the ultimate position in the world for engaging in social engineering, which has always been Hillary’s goal in life. To be president, she has to get elected, at least for now. She doesn’t want to face an election with a populace paying $5 or more per gallon for gasoline. Especially not against an opponent on record as advocating increasing domestic fuel supplies and refining capacity.

Item Nine: Hillary, just like Bill, doesn’t give a damn about you and never will. After she is safely ensconced in office, she will be perfectly content to let all of you, even you loyal Democrats in the Rust Belt, freeze to death in the dark. It will be a small price to pay to realize Hillary’s Utopian vision for the world.

Item Ten: Most of the crude oil held in the SPR is highly polluting “sour” crude. So, at least for a little while, you’ll have to choose between cleaner air and luxuries like electricity and transportation.

Item Eleven: As long as the Champagne is chilled and the engines on Air Force One are singing happily, you will only matter for one day in November every four years.

Management recommends you study and remember these items as there will be a test given on November 4, 2008.

A Gold Watch for Hitler

I think it has been pretty firmly established that Hitler was a pretty rotten guy. After all, we’ve been badmouthing him since the 1930s, the 1920s for some of our older folks. As a matter of a fact, he’s been dead for 60 years and we just can’t shut up talking about him, even though his government has been defunct and unable to implement policy for all that time.

I once read some sage who stated that a problem of modern society is that old Adolf was evil made flesh and that with his death Hitlerian evil was effectively banished from the Earth. That’s not true. Adolf wasn’t the first “Hitler” and he wasn’t the last. Compared to gems like Pol Pot, Hitler’s percentage of his own population wiped out makes him look like a piker.

I, for one, am getting sick of Hitler references when there is so much fresh evil in the world. How refreshing would it be if the next time someone who couldn’t refute one of your arguments called you a “damn mullah” instead of a “damn Nazi”. I’ve even heard on some Internet forums they have a Hitler Rule that says whenever someone compares someone else to Hitler or calls him a Nazi, the discussion thread is considered officially dead.

So, I say we give Adolf and his Scary Men a metaphorical gold watch and move on to current and fresher hells. A wonderfully descriptive term has been coined for our most worrisome enemies: Islamofascists. Never has a new term captured its target concept so well. Naturally, the Left (big fans of the Hitler/Nazi analogy) objects to the term. I think it’s illustrative to review what Fascism is. My dictionary defines it as:

A political philosophy, movement, or regime (as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition.

If one substitutes the term religion for the phrase nation and often race, you will find a description that sounds creepily familiar. I have read of Islamic clerics who state explicitly that the American idea of separating church and state is incomprehensibly ludicrous, because (paraphrasing) “Church IS the State.” This is a political philosophy, movement, or regime that has been known to execute women for wearing make up.

Political Correctness be damned. It isn’t a sin to know who the Boogeyman is.

It’s Not Racism—It’s a Software Problem

It’s a pity that we don’t teach rhetoric in school anymore. Not too long ago it was considered one of the 7 constituents of a good classical education. These days not much is left of that curriculum and what is left has been bled dry of substance by pseudo-enlightened teaching methods.

I’ve taken a course on rhetoric, which was helpful, but I’ve learned the most about it by countless hours of pondering mind-bendingly inane pronouncements trumpeted by people who should have known better, and the enthusiastic and unbelievably uncritical acceptance by all the nodding heads in attendance.

The best working definition of rhetoric that I’ve come across is as follows: The art and science of persuasion. Note that word: persuasion. This has nothing to do with logic or logical argument whereby, if properly done, one arrives at a correct conclusion. Rhetoric is convincing someone that some conclusion is the correct one whether it is or not. Considerable rhetoric has been expended talking teenage girls out of their virginity in the backseats of cars. Just about any abandoned single mother struggling to get her life back on track will tell you that going along wasn’t the correct conclusion.

It’s been a long road for me, but I’ve figured out our adversaries well enough that I can spot the flaws in the reasoning and their rhetorical legerdemain fairly easily. However, I see many good folks around me struggling with the Left’s tricky arguments, then shrugging their shoulders and going on, leaving the asinine pronouncements unchallenged. For all our good qualities, American’s lack of ambition toward intellectual rigor is a serious national flaw. One that scares me more than a little.

Leaving the jargon aside for the time being, I’ve noticed two things that people on the Right/Conservative/Libertarian side need to watch out for. First are false dichotomies, or taking something that has to be considered as a whole and splitting it into parts that can’t stand on their own so as to knock them down more easily. Second is the flip-side of the first. Taking separate elements and deliberately conflating them so as to use valid (maybe) criticisms of one to drag down the other. All of which brings me to my point. Racism, culturalism, nationalism, and any other number of –isms are frequently entirely separate issues that need to be considered, debated, and accepted or rejected as separate entities.

Conflating racism and culturalism is one of the biggest problems today and a current favorite rhetorical tap dance of the Left. The Left insists on treating these as two sides of the same coin making it impossible to condemn one without condemning the other. This, of course is insane in general, and never more insane than when it is applied to the United States.

Racism against Hispanics? Hispanics are not a race. The word itself has traditionally meant Spanish-speaking, thereby referring to a linguistic group as opposed to a genetically similar group of people. A conveniently forgotten fact is that Spain, the source of Spanish, is a Western European country, further west than England, the source of the “Gringo” language. Spaniards are Caucasians.

What about Latinos, as in Latin America? Well, what about it” In Latin America ethnicities range from pure Caucasian (who are the elites that run the show and own just about everything), through pure Amerindians, through Mestizos (mixed race people) to black folks. Besides, I’m not so sure we should call it “Latin” America. After all, for the Amerindians, they didn’t pursue anything Latin, it came and conquered them.

What about Islam? The same principal applies. Racially, Muslims range from the whitest of Caucasians in Eastern Europe, a relic of Islamic imperial conquest, to the darkest of Africans on that continent. Islam is not a race; it is a fascist ideology masquerading as a religion.

When I try to explain the difference to someone, I usually use a computer analogy. Culture is to race as software is to hardware. Despite what poverty pimps and professional grievance-mongers may tell you, racism is all but beaten and progress is still made everyday. If the Republican Party is the Party of hate and the status quo, why are so many of them begging a black woman to be their presidential candidate in 2008? Why did Walter Williams, a famous and distinguished black economist, go on the radio and announce to white liberals, “You’re forgiven, you can stop acting stupid now”?

You would have to have been living under a rock to avoid people of minority persuasions that have long since disproved the “hardware” theory of racism. I have met people of all races who are significantly smarter than I am, and I dwell on the lonely fringes of the right side of the bell curve.

So what is the crucial difference? Software. Or as it applies to human beings—culture. Millions of people want to immigrate to the United States to partake in its freedoms, material wealth, and opportunities. Sadly, many of these folks no longer want to assimilate. In fact, they consider it an outrage that they would be expected to do so. Rather the existing culture is expected to change to accommodate their presence. In essence they expect this country to load their cultural “software” over our own. All this reminds me very much of my experience teaching in a rural school. Frequently, parents would move there hoping to get their children away from the bad big city influences. More often than not, those children were the big city influences. I recall one girl in particular who lasted only 4 days before being arrested for dealing cocaine.

So, what does this all mean? I suppose somebody has to have the guts to say it, so I will. Mexicans, your hardware is fine, just as good as anybody else. Your software, on the other hand, sucks. When you come here, legally of course, check your cultural baggage at the door.

There’s an old saying that says something like, “If the people knew what it was that they wanted, they wouldn’t want it.” The same applies here. If American culture is swamped and displaced by Mexican culture, or just about any other for that matter, in 10 years this country will be a “has-been” like France. In 20 years it would be a Third World nation. Then who would the rest of the world “borrow” money from then?

Getting in Touch with Your Inner Barbarian

People attempting to sound wise frequently say to take all things in moderation. That’s not quite true. I don’t think axe-murdering or gang-raping are made any more acceptable by pacing yourself. I think it might be better to say don’t take good things to excess, but that has problems of its own. Telling your wife that you’ve been moderately faithful to her will like make you extremely celibate. Such are the perils of nuance.

The Pseudo-Intelligentsia of the Pseudo-Enlightenment of the last several decades have been telling us that there are no absolutes, that all morality (and history for that matter) are relative, and subsequently depend on their context. That is, right and wrong are different things for different people. The absolutes that came crashing to the ground on 9-11-01 only made them more shrill in their moral equivalence. Sympathy for the Devil is the “civilized” mode of thinking.

The problem is, there have been all kinds of civilizations. From those that have gladiatorial games or run gulags to pacifist states that try to mind their own business. The American Republic has a distinctive culture, and it’s a good one too, however much that statement might make the Left wail in protest.

Our nation won’t be saved by nuance and half-measures. Certainly diplomacy should be given a chance, but not an endless series of chances such as we have seen in the past. That’s why we, as a nation and as individuals, should get back in touch with our inner barbarians. Those simple folks that live inside of us all and believe in saying what needs to be said, doing what needs to be done, and cracking a few heads if simpletons get in the way. After all:

Extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice. And moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue.–Barry M. Goldwater