Category Archives: Humor

Dear Netflix…

Fuck you.

I’ve never really wanted, needed, or liked your service.  Years ago, when I still had cable tv, I saw you as some exclusive hipster enclave that used arcane protocols (enigmatic red envelopes and spooky wi-fi, which were virtually black magic to me at the time) to deliver crappy movies and shows to millennials with zero taste.  I would find myself raving to an under-35 person about some recent film that I had enjoyed (on DVD of course) and the response I would invariably get was “I wonder if Netflix has it.”

Gee, I have no idea snowflake – I get all my movies for free from the library!

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And then, about 13 months ago, I took a chance and cut the cord.  I cancelled my cable service and began using a Roku to “stream” content to my (proudly) non-smart television.  The very first thing I watched on this new service was Netflix’s “Making A Murderer“.  Right off the bat, I could see why Netflix was so popular: you could binge watch almost anything…well, anything that Netflix wanted you to watch.  Their offering of movies and shows felt weirder and less mainstream than what I was used to with, say, HBO or AMC.  Sure there was a lot to watch, but I had difficulty finding something I wanted to watch.  What felt like freedom turned out to be just another kind of prison.  “Making A Murder” disturbed me deeply.  I couldn’t tell if it was just another craven attempt to make rural Whites look as idiotic (and bloodthirsty) as possible or if it was all just some colossal joke that I wasn’t in on.  I don’t remember watching anything else on the service.  When my free trial was over, I gladly bailed on Netflix.

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This past summer, I tried Netflix again.  I watched the first season of “House Of Cards“, most of the first season of “Narcos“, and all of “Stranger Things“.  I had found what I thought was quality programming and my attitude towards Netflix began to thaw a bit.  Then I watched “The Get Down” and caught myself genuinely enjoying a show that joyously celebrated Black Culture.  Wow.  You know that little boost you get when you forget you’re a racist just long enough to see the good in non-White peoples and cultures?  Yeah.  I felt that.  And the music was especially enjoyable for this former DJ.

I am such a sucker.

Here’s what Netflix does to Whites like me who they have lured in with all their vibrant diversity: they turn around and kick us in the nuts.

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In case you haven’t heard, Netflix has a new show called “Dear White People“.  It appears to be about the concerns of a group of light-colored blacks on a college campus (it’s not clear if they’re students or not) who rampage violently against Whites who have somehow disrespected them.

No thanks Reed Hastings.

Oh wait.  You don’t know who Reed Hastings is do you? 

Allow me to introduce the man behind the Netflix empire:

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That’s what the guy looks like.  Let me give you a sample of the man’s devotion to The Cause:

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Hastings is a cucked, self-hating, guilty white Cultural Marxist/Social Justice Warrior.  He’s such a disgrace to my race that I won’t even capitalize the “w” in the previous sentence.  He doesn’t deserve it.  Of course he hates our new President.  Of course Mark Zuckerberg liked his tweet.  Of course he is fearful for the future of 600,000 “dreamers“.  Of course he is race-baiting his White audience with offensive agit-prop like “Dear White People“.

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Memo to Reed Hastings: MTV already tried this you ignorant toolAnd they failed.  White people are too smart to sit and be lectured by a minority that is instinctively violent, willfully ignorant, dependent on hand-outs, overwhelmingly homophobic, and neglectful of personal health.  Blacks have earned only two choices in modern American society: 1) work harder at self-improvement and productivity until they have something they can add to make our country better; or 2) slide back into old habits of lazy victimhood and nagging complaint.  It’s painfully clear which choice Reed Hastings’ Netflix wants them to make.

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No more Netflix.  My time is too valuable to waste on hateful filth.  I cancelled it for good and so should you.

 

 


For Your Situational Awareness

“FYSA” was our shorthand in the military for anything noteworthy.  We’d mark intel reports, weather reports, open-source press, and even certain forms of gossip (“RUMINT” or “rumor intel”) with that four-letter acronym.  Situational Awareness is very important.  It’s even a tag here on Rhyming With History!

For today’s post I’m going to do something different.  I’m going to skip the cute memes and pictures, offer up no commentary on current events, and make no judgements on what your DEFCON should be based on my read of the situation.

Instead, I’d like to throw out a couple of links to some very thought-provoking things that I have found in the past day or two.  But not things I’ve read in the papers, a magazine, or saw on TV.  You see, I start my day by sitting down at a desktop PC and getting on the Internet*.  I have a minimum requirement for my own situational awareness before I even step foot out the door which I will share with you in a moment.  If you are doing something similar but instead are doing it on your phone as you commute to work – or worse, after you’ve already arrived at work, you’re doing it wrong.  I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it until it sinks it: relying on a personal communication device for your situational awareness is a mistake.  One day it will not be there for you and you’ll be lost without it.  And everything you do on that device is betraying your location, mood, and intent.  In short, using a mobile phone for anything other very brief calls and/or texts is bad OPSEC…and you know it.  And if you can’t remove the battery from your device, you should assume it is always on…listening to you, watching you, and tracking you.

On to my morning routine…

The first thing I do is the same thing any farmer does: I check the weather.

And then I check the space weather.  Don’t know what “space weather” is?  That’s my fault.  I started this blog by talking about space weather and how it could be the “black swan” that ends our way of life on this planet.  Maybe I need to mention it more often…

Next, I check the geological situation in my AO (Area of Operations) as well as in the entire North American continent.  Earthquakes – contrary to common belief – are not always unexpected.  If you live, like me, in an area of the country where seismic activity is rare, then it’s always a good idea to be on the lookout for any activity.  A “3” today near you could be a foreshock of a larger seismic event coming in the next day or two.  This kind of a heads up will not only save your life, it can motivate you to take prudent action that will make the days and weeks following an earthquake much more survivable for you and your family.  If you see a cluster of small quakes near you and you live on the West Coast or near the New Madrid fault line, it wouldn’t be the least bit crazy for you to take the day off, fill up your bathtubs, warn loved ones, and spend a few hours checking your preps.

Those are my Big Three and I check them every morning whether I’m leaving the house or not.  Everything else I read in the morning is more for education or entertainment purposes.  Here are a few examples of the things I’ve been reading lately:

A very astute observation of how recent events and pressure from the Left has pushed otherwise “normal” White, Christian, males into the unthinkable: identifying as White Nationalists.

How the Alt-Right typically reacts when they are (inaccurately) called “Nazi”.

The left laughs about White genocide because they think it’s hilarious…and a really good idea.  (Yes, I love Jim Goad.  Don’t you?)

Occasionally, I trip over articles that look exactly like something I might have written.  If I had more time to write.  And if I was a better writer.  I feel a tiny bit jealous.  And then I put on my big boy pants and go to my super-cool six-figure salary job defending America from invading hordes of sub-human filth and bloodthirsty barbarians.  Hey!  Somebody’s got to do it!

The great thing about my morning reads (which I usually repeat again in the evening just for fun), is that I find bloggers who think and write just like me.  This happens daily and it cheers me up immensely.  Here’s an example.  I would love to have a beer with this guy.

And when I’m not getting my situational awareness squared away, man-crushing on Jim Goad, or suffering from blog-envy, I am probably making myself smarter on things that matter.  Like firearmsNuclear weaponsConspiracy theories (and Ron Paul, this one’s a two-fer)PreppingMore preppingAnd still more preppingHumor/cranky old guy rantsNon-politically correct social criticismLeftist strategy guides (there’s a lot of good intel in places you normally would avoid, so don’t be so picky!).  And dessert is always two scoops of cultural commentary from either of my two favorite news aggregators (these two are near the very top of my list of sites I regularly visit just for the sheer enjoyment of it.)

The point here isn’t to spend all day on the Internet.  Life’s too short for that.  But if it’s raining out and you’ve already split and stacked all your firewood, sorted and inventoried your ammo, and zeroed all your rifles, you might as well reward yourself with a bit of web surfing.  Just avoid the porn, the eBay, and the Facebook.  Down those paths lie self-destruction, misery, and despair.

And if you ever need a recommendation for something to read that isn’t on a screen, there’s always my reading list Enjoy!

 

 

 

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* For the record, I use anonymizing browsers whenever possible.  I only use private, non-logging search engines like Start Page or DuckDuckGo.  I clear my cache and cookies after every session.  I use browser security add-ons like “HTTPS everywhere” and “No Script”.  I never leave my PC on when I’m not using it.  And I never, ever use a phone to get on the Internet.  OPSEC is no joke.  Your “smart” phone is not smart at all.  One day it might get you killed.


Day One (And A Birthday Celebration)

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Now that our new President has been sworn in and has begun the work of making America great again, the all-clear can be sounded.  Trump supporters can come up out of their bunkers and show themselves again.  The clear and present danger posed by the final week of a lame duck warmonger is gone, there was no coup, no mushroom cloud, and no sniper snapping off that one shot that would’ve ushered in the end of everything.

Take a deep breath and hold it.  Let it out very slowly.  Repeat.

Eight years of horror are over.  We survived “hope and change”.  Time to clear the rubble, shore up our defenses, and stand up for what we know is right.  If you voted for the man, be proud.  Don’t hide your patriotism, there is nothing cheesy or embarrassing about it.  Remember that we may only have four years to stop our forward momentum towards the abyss, turn this country around 180 degrees, and then work up a full head of steam going the other way.

Share how you are feeling, post it on social media, talk about it with friends.  Be happy and celebrate.  There is nothing wrong with taking a few sips of liberal tears either, if that’s what you’re in the mood for.  The left failed and now they are going to whine about it for at least the next four years.  Lessons learned include: 1) never trust the media, they all lie and most have been exposed as “fake news”; 2) be suspicious of anyone who starts a conversation with “Trump’s OK I guess but…” because they are likely not your ally but rather one of the millions of slackers who sat out the election and didn’t pick a side.  Bottom line: their opinion is worth nothing.  They took no stand then which makes them ineligible to take one now.

Speaking of expressing yourself on social media, I did just that last night.  In a 30 minute session of blazing frustration, I summarized everything I’ve felt about the status quo in my country and why I chose to side with the winners this time.  I am re-posting here for those of my friends who (wisely) avoid Zuckerberg’s psy-op laboratory/money-making machine like the plague.  I will warn you, I went easy on my (rather limited and largely naive) Facebook audience out of prudence.  I kept my White Nationalism in check.  I also avoided discussion of the threat posed by the Climate Change Cult, Israel and the Israel lobby, Diversity, Feminism, Multiculturalism, military-age male “refugees” from Middle Eastern countries, the Gay Power movement, the SPLC, Islam, the ADL, Angela Merkel, White Genocide, pedophiles lurking in the highest levels of government, or this obese windbag from Flint, MI.

Enjoy and please leave comments.

“It seems fashionable to say something about our new President today. And, predictably, most people have had only negative things to say. Take one look at my friend count. That will tell you how interested I am in “most people” and what they have to say. There are a few facts that merit mention however: 1) Trump is our legitimate and lawful President (if you disagree, Canada is that way); 2) Things must change in this country. For literally my ENTIRE LIFE Progressives have been gleefully destroying every institution in this land so I am quite thrilled to have been offered the opportunity to vote for a man (flaws and all) who is willing to reverse this 52-year legacy of social decay, punitive racism, taxpayer-funded freebies, welfare-slavery, unlimited genocide of an entire generation of unborn Americans, excessive and bloody neocon imperialism, unchecked Statism, unlimited immigration, and a steady stream of policies that are meant to punish, bring down, disempower, and steal from people who look like you and me. I’m tired of being called names and being shoved to the wrong side of every line some divide-and-conquer-obsessed Social Justice Warrior decides to draw to derive more political power from “victims” (that’s the very essence of Cultural Marxism by the way). I’m tired of watching one third of my hard-earned paycheck vanish on its way to my bank account, stolen by Deep State thieves who would kick in my door and imprison me for resisting their theft. I’m tired of being told I should feel guilty for not wanting to contribute more. I’m tired of being told I’m not responsible enough to defend myself, my loved ones, and my property with whatever tools I choose. I’m tired of being told foreigners are more important to this country and “what it stands for” than me and people like me. I’m tired of what’s been done to the once-proud places in my country like the “Rust Belt” and Appalachia by greedy globalists, human-hating environmentalists, international bankers, supra-national free-traders. I’m tired of all the coddling by my government of self-destructive minority groups who brag about how much they want to kill cops. I’m tired of being race-baited by guilty white liberals and race-hustled by craven politicians. I’m tired of the puppet-mastering of groups like Black Lives Matter by powerful and shadowy foreign elites like George Soros. I’m tired of the loss of the value my countrymen place in their own identity, their nationality, and their American-ness. I’m tired of 28 consecutive years of embarrassing Presidents who did nothing for rural whites, poor working class people, and salt-of-the-Earth types even after those very same bitter-clingers, peasants, and “deplorables” unquestioningly offered up – generation after generation – their own flesh and blood to be consumed in meat-grinder wars that we had no business fighting in places where everyone hates us. Enough. I voted and I picked a winner. This is the first time that’s EVER happened. Now I am going to allow myself a brief celebration. And then I’m going to roll up my sleeves, pitch in, and contribute to making this country great again. If you’re not on board with that, please get out of my way.”

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On a similar celebratory note, let’s all sing “Happy Birthday” to Rhymes With History!  It was five years ago today I started posting my historically-inspired musings, prepping advice, bold warnings, non-prophetic predictions, and political rants here on WordPress.  I can’t say I’ve made one bit of difference in the grand scheme of things, but having a place to voice my frustrations and share my concerns with like-minded patriots sure has done wonders for my blood pressure!


Thank You 2016!

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You were the greatest.  No really.  2016 was one of the best years of my life.  If you didn’t enjoy it, I am deeply sorry for you (and I have a feeling you are really, really going to hate 2017).  Heck, it was only June and I already had a “thrill going up my leg” about 2016.  The longshots won, the experts were proven wrong, the media were exposed as liars, and people who think like me got things done.  I can’t remember the last time I was this much on the winning side of history!

Here we are on the last day of this glorious year and there is no more fitting a time than now to give 2016 the credit it is due.

A car sticker with a logo encouraging people to leave the EU is seen on a car, in Llandudno, Wales.

On an international level, Globalism took a punch on the nose.  Nationalism scored big victories in unexpected places like the Philippines, the UK, Netherlands, and France.  People started waking up and realizing that letting faraway Progressivist elites run their affairs was no way to live.  Takeaway: never, ever try to tell people that you know what is best for them because you don’t.

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On a national level, three political dynasties were demolished by an outsider anti-politician with zero experience.  How did he win?  By putting his fellow Americans first and foremost in everything.  Takeaway: it ain’t over ’til the fat lady waves at the balloons stupidly, poops her pantsuit, and then spazzes out while trying to climb into her getaway van.

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On a personal level, I came that much closer to achieving my masterplan of escaping the trap of modern civilization and achieving self-sufficiency in a sustainable environment at a safe location.  Not only do I now know where I want to live, but I know how I am going to get there.  I also know when it is going to happen.  Faithful readers of this blog have a pretty good idea what I’m talking about…  Takeaway: don’t be surprised when I disappear because I’ve been telling you about my desire to go off-grid for years now.

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I finally added a .22 rifle to my gun collection this year.  This is the gun you’re supposed to start out on as a kid.  It is the best all-around platform for target practice, varmint control, and overall shooting fun.  And it only took me 51 years to get one.  I already have a .22 pistol (a beloved Browning Buckmark “Camper”) that I’ve shot a fair amount over the years but it’s not as good at bunny-control as a scoped rifle.  I did more shooting in 2016 than in any other year I’ve been alive and it was time well spent.  A man with guns he never shoots is a bigger fool than a man with no guns at all.  Takeaway: shooting is a “use-it-or-lose-it” skill.

From a cultural perspective, 2016 was a phenomenal year.  Sports? Best ever!  How about them Cowboys?  Movies?  Everything I saw was memorable, from “10 Cloverfield Lane” to “Transpecos” to “Hell Or High Water”.  Music?  Stupendous (just so long as you avoid the dreaded plague of “Hip Hop” that self-loathing Whites just can’t seem to get enough of).  I warned you about Black “culture” – it is a culture of death that has nothing to offer Whites.  Speaking of Black death…

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“Beyonce” Knowles-Carter, a massively overrated Cajun-African half breed, shoved a radical Black agenda in our faces during her “performance” at the Super Bowl halftime show back in February.  She strapped “cartridge belts” across her chest ala Pancho Villa and marched her army of angry beret-wearing dancers in formation in a loving tribute to domestic terrorist outfit The Black Panthers.  It was easily the Most Offensive Moment of 2016 – even more offensive than this – and gave me that last little shove I needed to spark my own awakening as a White Nationalist and member of the Alt-Right.  The message was clear: “we are coming for you Mr. White Man.  Expect no quarter.”

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Normally I would toss out a couple of predictions for the New Year.  But I am a terrible prophet.  So let me just say that 2017 is nothing to be afraid of.  Quite the contrary, I get an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction whenever I meditate on the next 365 days.  But I think it would be prudent to expect more of the same antics from the Left that we suffered through in 2016: more pointless anti-gun handwringing, more anti-police/pro-terrorism marches/chimp-outs/ambushes by Blacks, SJWs, and the various other forces that Soros is aligning for the overthrow of our way of life.  We won and they lost…for now.  When they try again, they will use every trick in the book to disrupt the return of this country to a sane, rational, and pro-American course.  Stay vigilant…

Oh, and Happy New Year!


All Blacked Out

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I was getting ready yesterday for the weekend and a trip down to the Mall to see the sparkling new Museum of African American History and Culture – Chuck Berry’s Cadillac is a highlight – when I read this essay on the Internet.  It made me stop in my tracks and think about what Blacks – and their “culture” – mean to me.

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Since I’ll likely never see the inside of this newest chocolate cake-shaped shrine to White Guilt (just like I’ll never step foot in the similarly-themed Holocaust Museum down at the other end of the Mall) I figured I’d spend my weekend right here on my own blog.  You know: working out some of my “issues”.  Fortunately, a fellow blogger named “Z Man” has spoken for me in a piece so powerful I shall link to it again.  Just in case you missed it up above.  Let’s pause and read it…

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Once again, Blacks are rioting over police shootings.  History rhymes blah blah blah.  I’ve discussed both police brutality and the shortcomings of Black “culture” here on this blog.  Yes, cops make mistakes.  But, like Z Man pointed out in his piece (did you read it yet?), since Blacks are overwhelmingly more often in contact with the po-po, they are overwhelmingly more likely to suffer from police abuse.  The solution?  End Black violence.  And to do that, we need to completely and totally reinvent Black “culture”.

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First step: end all tolerance for chimp-like behavior.  If overpaid sportsball playas like Odell Beckham Jr and his BFF Josh Norman want to butt heads during play ON THE FIELD like a pair of silver back gorillas deep in the forest of Congo, then eject them from the game. What they do is dangerous, offensive, and deeply unsportsmanlike and I don’t want to see it.

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If they refuse to stop, suspend them…without pay (baseball players are commonly suspended for far less).  Such animal-like behavior (including equally embarrassing chimp-outs by Ray Rice, Colin Kaepernick, Adrian Petersen, Adam Jones, Plaxico Burress, Jason Pierre-Paul, et al) is ruining football.  The NFL is 70% black.  I guess I should’ve known what I was getting myself into when I made it my favorite sport four decades ago…

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There are dozens of other ways to improve Black “culture” including ending the worship of thuggery and gang imagery via Hip Hop music, restoring the nuclear family by ending welfare and enacting sweeping criminal justice reforms, and introducing “white” values like education, love of reading, and arts appreciation to Black children before they succumb to toxic Black “culture”.  I place quotes around that word because Black “culture” isn’t culture at all.  It is what arises when a people fail to preserve their original ethnic heritage and then scramble to fill the void with low entertainments, self-destructive habits, and pointless macho posturing.  If you are Black and you are proud of this synthetic “culture” you have no idea of what the word means.

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Most of all, Blacks must stop killing Blacks.  Since they won’t, they will get less and less sympathy from other races and ethnicities in this country.  As a white person, I feel absolutely zero responsibility for what is happening.  Like the old bumper sticker goes: “I ain’t never owned any slaves.  And you ain’t never picked any cotton!”

 

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That doesn’t mean the media, the government, and society at large won’t continue to exert immense pressure on me and those like me (white, male, middle-aged, employed, criminal-record-free) because this is obviously our problem.  Charlotte is burning because we don’t care enough.  We deny that Black lives matter.  We support the police too much.  In short, we are too white.

Well you know what?  Too bad.  I’m done talking, writing, and even thinking about Blacks and their problems.  It is up to them to fix themselves.  They are doomed if they don’t.

 


Taco Trucks On Every Corner

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I have to start with this confession: I love getting lunch from a food truck.  Everything about the experience appeals to me: it’s cheap, quick, convenient, and healthier than your average fast food chain.  Also, I am supporting small businesses this way.  And some of my all-time favorite food trucks have been Mexican.  As in “Taco Trucks”.

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This cheerful fellow is a pro-Trump Hispanic.  Yesterday he threatened that there would be a “taco truck on every corner” if Hillary wins in November.  Much hilarity ensued when he was asked to explain how so many taco trucks would be a bad thing.  Although I’m not Hispanic, I feel qualified, through many years of taco truck experience as well as a recent “awakening” to my own Alt-Right* political viewpoint, to interpret for the guy.

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Here goes…

Hillary is soft on immigration – or whatever the opposite of “hard” is (“weak”?  “flaccid”?  “cuck“?)  In fact, she thinks we need as many refugees, rapists, terrorists, and killers as we can possibly allow to swarm across our borders.  Because diversity and feels.  And because brown people, poor people, and low-intelligence people vote Democrat (this is by design).  So, the easiest mental image for a Hispanic to “scare” us white folks with is swarms of filthy taco trucks as far as the eye can see.  Of course, he could’ve said “Thousands of cheap day laborers waiting outside every Home Depot in the country”.  Or perhaps “Landscaping crews on every lawn in the nation”.  Or maybe “Round-the-clock housekeeping in every hotel, motel, and B&B in America.”  Whatever.  They are all the same thing.  More Mexicans means more of what Mexicans have to offer.

This begs two questions:

  1. Do we really need more cheap Mexican service-industry labor?  and…
  2. How do the millions of Mexicans that are already here feel about that?

Trump has doubled down on his anti-immigration stance and I think this is a brilliant move since it is, by far, the strongest card in his hand.  He has zero political or foreign policy experience, is a loud-mouthed hot head, and scares the bejeezus out of women, minorities, and effeminate men.  But he is right on target when it comes to securing our borders, refusing more refugees from the cradles of Islamic terrorism, and kicking out the 11 million who broke the law by sneaking into the country when nobody was watching.

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Bottom line: Tacos from a truck are delicious but I’d get bored if I had to eat them every day.  I need some diversity – Greek, Italian, American, or Korean – when I hit the food trucks for my lunch.  Are you feeling me Pepe?

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*Alt-Right is the hip new label for what used to be called “Paleo-Conservative”, “Reactionary/Traditionalist”, “Anti-Immigrationist”, “Nationalist/Anti-Globalist”, and “White/European Cultural Preservationist”.  If you are reading (and enjoying) this blog, there is a very high probability you are Alt-Right too.  Tell me about it in the comments below.  Gracias!

 


So Stupid It’s Smart!

It’s time for a break from all the doom & gloom in which I’ve been wallowing lately.  Join me as I poke holes in the newest golden calf that I am sure we all love to mock: the “smartening” of common everyday items.

Bottom line up front: any product or service with the word “smart” in the title is most assuredly something so idiotic that no one with an IQ above room temperature would go anywhere near it.

First up: Smart “Food”.

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OK, so it’s neither smart nor is it food.  It’s just popcorn – one of the highest margin snacks on the planet.  Obviously, it’s not the people eating this stuff who are “smart” but rather the marketing geniuses who invented this product (which isn’t even GMO-free).

Next: Smart Water.

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Bottled water is a scamSmart people know that.  So dumb people continue to drink the stuff (some of which can be very expensive) hoping that it makes them smarter.  Good luck with that!

Then there’s one of my all-time favorite absurdities: The Smart Car.

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Listen – you should have to increase your life insurance rates just to get in one of these glorified golf carts let alone actually drive one on public roadways.  This thing is a deathtrap.  My Ram 1500 would roll right over the top of a Smart Car and I probably wouldn’t even spill any of my Smart Water while doing it.  But never fear – Darwin was right about everything, including Smart Car owners.  Say goodbye to the gene pool smarties!

Next.  Guns are tools.  It’s people who are smart (or dumb), right?

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Right (duh).  But that fact didn’t stop some (no doubt) really smart guy from inventing a gun that only works when being held by someone wearing the matching watch-thingie that controls its operation like an electric “key”.  The “Smart Gun” is so uselessly dumb on so many levels I can’t even begin to mock it adequately.  One can only imagine how many clueless Progressives and Social Justice Warriors there are out there who think that all the needless killing would end tomorrow if all our guns worked like thisWon’t somebody think of the children? <sniff>

The last three stupidly smart things go together because they all depend on public digital networks (aka “The Matrix”).

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“Smart House” – (n.) Needless complication and technological dependence in service of convenience.

Don’t you want a “smart house”?  No?  What are you?  Dumb??!!  Everybody knows it’ll be a better world when we can all remotely adjust our thermostats (and close our garage doors, and set our home alarm system, and turn off lights, and freak the shit out of our cats and dogs in the process) with our cell phones while we are at work.  Why?  Because it will relieve us of the stress of having to worry about whether we did these things with our ACTUAL HANDS while we were still IN our houses.

Of course, if you can control your home from afar then I guarantee you I can too!  Oh what fun it will be to screw with every “smart” appliance in your crib.  Welcome to the “Internet Of Things” suckers.

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True story: when my local power utility recently adopted “Smart Meters”, I opted out.  They actually trespassed on my property to install this demonic device – which I swear pumped out so much radio frequency energy it made my fillings hum – so I sent them a nasty letter and demanded that they come back and remove it.  And they did.  Buy they sulked about how me exercising free will over my own property would prevent me from “realizing savings by having real-time usage data” at my fingertips.  I laughed because what they really wanted was the ability to remotely control my home’s electrical grid, including all major smart grid-compatible appliances I might have within.  I hate Statists, Collectivists, and Progressives with an equally white hot fiery passion and now you can add utility companies to that list.  No, you do not get to tell me what is good for me.  Now go away.

And last, but certainly not least, is the most beloved gadget in all of Murka: the Smart Phone.

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I could, and still might, write several blog posts about how colossally dumb smart phones are.  But they are so pernicious in how they’ve wormed their way into our lives that now no one views them with anything other than total and unreserved adoration.  Fact time.  Smart phones kill thousands of people a year, ruin our sleep, destroy our ability to make and retain new memories, and have reduced most of the population to drooling shambling zombified idiots.  And worst of all, carrying a smart phone makes tracking your daily routine – including where you go, how much you spend and on what, who you talk to, and what you do on the Internet – easier than ever.  That’s right, it’s NOT just a phone!  It’s a super-accurate electronic leash and guess who is holding the other end.

As I am so famous for pointing out as I move among the herd: Smart Phones are (still) 100% optional.  Contrary to what “they” are telling you, you don’t need a smart phone to survive.  Heck, you don’t even need one to be a normal, healthy, happy, successful and fully-functioning member of society.  How do I know?  BECAUSE I DON’T OWN ONE!  And I am the most normal, most healthy, happiest, and least messed-up person I know.  Coincidence?  I don’t think so…

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Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not saying I’m “smarter” because I avoid things with “smart” in their name.  But I have read Orwell and I know what Newspeak is.  And it is all around us.  “Common Sense Gun Control” is Newspeak, so is “Affordable Care Act”.

Do whatever you want with all this smart stuff.  It is still a “free country” (more Newspeak?) for at least a few more months anyways.  But be aware that you are being lied to constantly.  Also you are being manipulated in multiple hidden ways.  Things are being promised to you that simply aren’t being delivered.  Take smart phone usage for instance.  There isn’t one single thing you can do on that thing that I can’t do better with an old landline telephone, an up-to-date road atlas, an actual camera, and a current desktop personal computer connected to fast fiber.  So stop lying to yourself and stop lying to me about how much that Hershey bar-shaped thing in your pocket has “improved” your life.

We know we’re smart.  We don’t need all these stupid things around us constantly reminding us!

 

 

 

 


TINVOWOOT*

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OK, so I was wrong about the conventions.  There were no massive riots at either one.  No car bombs, BLM-inspired assassinations, or ISIL show-of-force.  And, tragically, nobody flew a small plane into either party’s…um, party.

Did I really expect any of that?  Yeah, actually I did.

What are “they” waiting for?  Does Putin really want Trump to win?  Will Republicans really vote for Hillary just to poke a sharp poop-covered stick in their own party’s eye?  And how many Pakistanis are there in uniform in the US military anyways?

So many questions.

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Here’s what we do know: we are royally screwed and *There Is No Voting Our Way Out Of This.

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I’m also finished with the prediction business.  I’m horrible at guessing the future.  Things always happen slower and at a lower intensity than I expect.  Until they don’t.  I’m still holding out for a “black swan” event that will put civilization on hold.  It might be a massive earthquake on either the west coast or the New Madrid fault (we’re overdue).  It might be an eruption of the Yellowstone caldera (we’re overdue).  It might be a whopper of a hurricane on the east coast (we’re overdue).  Or it might be a coronal mass ejection, asteroid strike, or killer virus.  It could be all of the above…

“Gee Kirk, why so blue?”

Well, I have completely and utterly lost faith in human ability to fix human-created crises.  No political party has the answer and I think the American people are just now waking up to that fact.  The best we can do is prepare for the worst and enjoy the last few remaining “good old days” before they are gone forever.

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Vote if it makes you feel better.  Just know that it won’t make a lick of difference.  You can sit in a deck chair on this side or a deck chair on that side but neither one will make a very good flotation device.  Besides that water is cold.

 


Score Three For The Good Guys

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What a difference a week makes!

Last week we all felt under siege from the forces of darkness arrayed against us.

But just a few days ago, the clouds parted and wonderful things began happening.  What?  You didn’t notice?  You couldn’t feel that gust of fresh air?  Well, let’s run down the list of recent events that we, the People, should feel overjoyed about.

  1.  A Baltimore police officer was acquitted in the death of Freddie Gray.
  2.  The Supreme Court blocked Dear Leader’s Executive Order on Immigration.
  3.  The people of the United Kingdom voted to leave the EU.

Why is #1 big?  It is a kick in the nuts to Black Lives Matter, The Revolutionary Communist Party, Social Justice Warriors everywhere, and all of the other anti-police activists who prefer anarchy and chaos to law and order in our inner cities.  Because anarchy and chaos is what you get when police are too afraid of lawyers and judges and prosecutors to do their jobs.

If you didn’t celebrate #2, you are reading the wrong blog.  SCOTUS got it right by taking power from the Executive Branch that it had un-Constitutionally appropriated.  At the same time, SCOTUS highlighted its own relevance in the run-up to the election this fall.   Bottom line: one candidate will unbalance this court and decisions like this will become a thing of the past as Progressivism takes total control of the levers of power and drives this country into the dirt.  The other candidate won’t.

#3 was the kicker and possibly the best news of the entire year.  People win, elites lose.  The “experts” all got it wrong.  Individualism, sovereignty, and self-determination whooped up on collectivism, globalism, and central planning.  The “Stay” side played the fear card…and lost.  The biggest reason Brexit won?  The massive groundswell of popular opposition to invasion by non-assimilating immigrants, refugees, and third-world migrants.  It’s happening in this country too (finally) and should play a big role in November.

So there are your Three Things To Cheer About for this past week.  More please!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Gettin’ Down On The Mountain

A good friend of mine introduced me to Canadian alt country singer Corb Lund recently and my life was changed forever.  Why has it taken this long for someone to sing about prepping?  And Corb does it with a brilliant flair for black humor and a clear dedication to practical skills.  I like it.

This has not been a good week for the status quo.  Perhaps now would be a good time to can all that produce you grew this summer, split and stack that firewood, and buy a bit of silver.  If you were thinking about running to that cabin in the hills, it might be too late.  If you’ve already left, good luck to you!  I wish I could join you.

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“Gettin’ Down On The Mountain” – Corb Lund, from “Cabin Fever” (2012, New West Records)

When the oil stops, everything stops, nothin’ left in the fountain
Nobody wants paper money, son, so you just as well stop countin’
Can you break the horse, can you light the fire?
What’s that, I beg your pardon?
You’d best start thinkin’ where your food comes from and I hope you tend a good garden

Gettin’ down on the mountain, gettin’ down on the mountain
Don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down
I’ll be gettin’ down on the mountain, goin’ to ground on the mountain

When the trucks don’t run, the bread won’t come, have a hard time findin’ petrol
Water ain’t runnin’ in the city no more, do you hold any precious metal?
Can you gut the fish, can you read the sky?
What’s that about overcrowdin’?
You ever seen a man who’s kids ain’t ate for seventeen days and countin’?

There ain’t no heat and the power’s gone out, it’s kerosene lamps and candles
The roads are blocked, it’s all gridlocked, you got a shortwave handle?
Can you track the deer, can you dig the well?
I couldn’t quite hear your answer
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you pass the ammo?
I think I see a rip in the social fabric, Brother can you spare some ammo?

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Brother can you spare some ammo?” indeed.