The link is to an article by the author giving the fifty cent summation of her book. Well, here’s more sleep deprivation for yours truly. This book rightly concentrates on the people who voted Trump in and looks at the constituency instead of the man who figured out it was there. Should be an interesting read if it is substantive. After all if all that is needed is a simple why then I can answer that. It’s because the Left was trying to bury us.
Long time readers of this web site know I am a big fan of Michael Anton or as he was known when he authored the Flight 93 Election, “Publius Decius Mus.” He, Angelo Codevilla and other members of the Claremont Institute have thrown their support behind the Trump presidency and its attempt to save the country from the globalist cabal of democrats and establishment republicans who want to turn it into their private fiefdom. Anton went to work for the Trump administration and now is re-entering private life. And he is leaving on very good terms with the President and his administration despite what the press contends. I found this article interesting.
This is not a news article. It’s just tying together the time line and the logic of the Left’s (and the Elitist Right’s) targeting of the working-class whites as the enemy. It is a good summation, almost a manifesto of “who they are,” as their elitist hero would put it. I liked it. It identifies the enemies and their target.
Years ago, I used to frequent a website that catered to field-herpers. Field-herpers aren’t people suffering from herpes caught while engaging in questionable sexual behavior in the outdoors. These are people who search for reptiles and amphibians in their natural habitats. And among the denizens of this site were a certain number of herpetologists. These are biologists who study reptiles and amphibians. And most of these scientists are just regular folks doing their jobs for either a college or for the state or federal government. They do population studies and other more esoteric scientific analyses.
But a very small percentage of these were individuals who each made it his life’s work to make sure that nobody but a “scientist” kept reptiles and amphibians on his own. In some areas of the country this is essentially a fait accompli. In a place like Massachusetts, almost any reptile or amphibian less common than a bullfrog is already listed as an endangered or threatened species. Even the rattlesnakes are protected. And as for turtles, you can probably keep a painted turtle or a snapper but everything else is sacrosanct. Even the turtles that they admit aren’t endangered or even uncommon are treated as contraband such that if you were caught in possession of one you’d get more prison time than if you were discovered hauling a tractor trailer full of cocaine into the state.
Now in less densely populated states like Kansas and Missouri it was pretty common for a farm boy who had an interest in nature to catch a rat snake or a bull snake around the hen house and build a cage for it and figure out how to feed it and keep it alive. Many famous early 20th Century herpetologists got started in just that way. A Snake is a very interesting and unusual creature. Other than horrifying his female relatives it is a harmless endeavor for a pre-teen boy from which some knowledge of the outdoors can be easily gleaned including the usefulness of snakes as a rodent exterminating agent. And since snakes do not require companionship or affection it is relatively guilt-free for the keeper.
In these farming states it was difficult for the zoological SJWs to claim endangered status for these rodent eating snakes. After all corn fields breed rats and mice at a prodigious rate. And that ensures a plentiful supply of snakes. But the SJWs are a persistent bunch and with enough time and warped thinking they can always make up something. And what they’ve come up with is the “convenient sub-species.” Let’s say you have a species with an enormous range and the ability to inhabit a wide range of habitats. As an example, take the common garter snake (Thamnophis sirtalis). This animal extends the length and breadth of the continental United States and even occupies large parts of Canada and even the southeast tip of Alaska. It’s ridiculously common. And because it thrives in widely varying habitats it has adapted and has developed different patterns and coloring to blend in better with its environment. There are striped populations and checked ones. There are almost totally black populations (melanistic) and there is a whole suite of color groupings. On the west coast there are some areas that have populations that tend to red and orange. And even in the same geographic location you can find differences in appearance that show how camouflage has been successful in selecting a phenotype for survival. Okay, so far so good. The common garter snake is a prodigy of ecological success. What a shame for SJWs. How can you ban a little boy from catching a garter snake and keeping it in a terrarium for a few weeks until he gets tired of feeding it worms and throws it back in the field where he found it? After all it’s ubiquitous. A thousand get diced in the blades of suburban lawnmowers every Saturday in August around every good-sized town in America. What harm is there in a little boy keeping one. Well the harm is he’s having fun and he’s not doing it in a classroom, sanctioned and facilitated by the state. He’s doing it himself!
But how to stop him? Well, the common garter snake is a tough nut to crack but give the SJW credit. He’ll find a way. And the answer is the convenient sub-species. So back to the SCIENCE! Thamnophis sirtalis is one species. If you look at one population in Massachusetts and then looked at another one a hundred miles to the west you might find very small color differences and yet if you let them mate, which they would, the offspring would be almost indistinguishable from both parents. And you could do the same every hundred miles west all across the continental United States until you reached Oregon or Washington and each time you’d find the same thing, very tiny gradations in color and pattern. By then the populations would be significantly different from the Massachusetts tribe but they’d still be the same species and in fact they could breed with their Bay State cousins and produce common garter snakes. But what if we decided that there was such a thing as sub-species? Let’s say that we look at the garter snakes on the West Coast and compare them directly to the garter snakes on the East Coast. They are fairly distinct. Without looking at the progression of gradations from one coast to the other you might even be able to convince yourself that they are different species. So sub-species is something that rather arbitrarily can be designated along the range of a species that spans large geographic areas. Well, even if it is arbitrary, there are noticeable differences in form (morphology) to base such a classification on and since biologists have a lot of time on their hands in the winter they go to their collection of bottled alcohol-preserved snakes and draw lines on the range map showing where sub-species X ends and where sub-species Y begins. Once again, fine. Anything that keeps biologists off of fieldherper websites is a good thing. And the SJW scores a great victory here. In the whole universe of garter snake habitats, it would have to be San Francisco that combines an attractive and distinctive local subspecies with a shrinking range due to local land usage that almost (well not quite almost) justifies providing a protected status to the population. But, of course, the draconian measures employed undermines the legitimacy of the case for protecting the population. Captive bred populations of the San Francisco garters exist in Europe and many other places but ownership in the US is prohibited and extreme measures are taken to prevent these foreign blood lines from being brought into the country. Scientific studies of the genetics of the SF garters and other red colored garters from the west coast show no differences in genetic makeup. In other words, the SF garter snake is no more than a local population that differs in genetics no more than those garter snakes that lived a hundred miles from the ones we talked about earlier. The biggest difference is that the academics in San Francisco made a stink about their local snake and dragged the Feds in to make it a federal case.
And so, the example has been set. Find a distinctive population of a common species and declare it endangered. But this was just the beginning. Suppose you have a common species whose range only barely extends into a particular state. Where a change of topography limits the range of a species to a small area that overlaps with the jurisdiction of a state government it is possible to have a situation where the species is extremely common on both sides of a state border but only inhabits a tiny area within that state. Because of the limited area of the snake in this state, the local scientists will decide that it’s threatened. Does this make any sense? None. But that’s now standard operating procedure. And step by step you build up a patchwork of restrictions on common species and laws to punish anyone who is interested in keeping them.
And finally, we come to the last stage of the convenient sub-species. Population biologists start performing morphological studies on the prevalence of small differences in appearance between small populations of a common species. As an example, imagine that a certain snake has a range of scale counts on its chin. Let’s say the count can vary from a minimum of eight scales to a maximum of twelve scales. And suppose on Hill A the population has 66% eight scale average and 33% 12 scale average. Meanwhile on Hill B about half a mile away the proportions are reversed (33% lower, 66% higher). The field biologist will declare these two populations sub-species and because of their limited ranges they are endangered sub-species. Think about that.
So, this is the strategy. Break everything into smaller and smaller populations, declare these smaller groupings distinct and then use the small size to declare them endangered. Pretty brilliant. And we pay the salary of these government and academic scientists who do this to us. And the same system is used for plants, insects, birds, snails, fish and everything else that gives bureaucrats power over businesses and ordinary people who come in contact with the natural world.
It’s a racket and it works. And the way it effects hobbyists who keep pets is just the tip of the iceberg. Every time a small population of a common species is identified as an endangered species it can be used to prevent a dam from being built or someone from using his own property as he likes. It’s about power and demoralizing a free people.
So to answer my original question, a sub-species is whatever government and academic scientists need it to be in order to assert power over the actions of the citizens of this country. There’s no objective standard. Just whatever it takes to assert the government’s power over its citizens. Fake science.
Trump vs. The State of the Union – Part 1 Note: this is a link to the first installment of this story.
President Trump (PT)
Sargeant at Arms (SAA)
Speaker of the House Paul Ryan (PR)
Toffee Bredwell – An upper class British journalist from the BBC (TB)
Newt Gingrich (NG)
Melania Trump (MT)
Scene 1: US Capitol Building, 8:45 pm, directly before the State of the Union Address
TB – Good evening everyone and welcome to the BBC coverage of the American Presidential State of the Union Address. I’m your reporter Toffee Bredwell and with me here is former Speaker of the American House of Representatives, the Honorable Newton Gingrich. Welcome Mr. Speaker or may I call you Newt?
NG – Certainly Toffee, all my friends call me Newt.
TB – Thanks. Now as a former Speaker of the House you are intimately familiar with the protocol, let’s call it the nuts and bolts of this event. Can you share a little insight with our listeners about how this evening will progress?
NG – Well, normally the members of the administration and the Supreme Court will be announced by the Deputy Sergeant at Arms and when The President arrives at the Chamber door the Sergeant at Arms announces him to the Speaker. This is followed by a long walk filled with cheers and handshaking and embraces and when the President reaches the Rostrum the Speaker announces him to the Congress and after another lengthy round of applause the President begins his address. And during the address depending on the particular subject and the party of each of the attendees there could be applause, stony silence or recently even some booing. In fact, during one of then President Obama’s addresses, a Congressman shouted out “You lie!”
TB – Oh dear, how embarrassing. Do you expect we’ll experience any such breaches of civility tonight?
NG – Well Toffee, unless I miss my guess, I think we might see something a little more exciting tonight. Let’s just hope there won’t be any fisticuffs.
TB – Quite. So, I can see that the Sergeant at Arms is positioning himself so let’s shift over to the floor microphone.
SAA – Mister Speaker, the President of the United States!
TB – Well Mr. Speaker, you weren’t exaggerating. What a terrific up swelling of applause and ovation for this President. These congresspersons certainly love this President.
NG – Oh, far from it, Toffee. Most of these people despise Donald Trump but he’s just initiated a gigantic uptick in economic growth. Something that hasn’t been seen since Ronald Reagan. As long as he’s the stronger horse they’ll applaud. If things turn sour the knives will quickly come out.
TB – Ah, it’s good to see politics are the same everywhere. Well, it looks like Speaker Ryan is about to introduce the President to Congress. Let’s go to the Rostrum microphone and we’ll return after the address to review the high points.
PR – Members of Congress, I have the high privilege and distinct honor of presenting to you the President of the United States.
(Long and loud applause.)
PT – Thank you Mr. Speaker. Thank you, Paul. It feels strange to be thanking you Paul. Up until the tax overhaul bill I was ready to write you off as a total loss. I was going to have you primaried by some kind of radical and who knows maybe you wouldn’t have made it. But now I’m almost fond of you. You’re still a spineless weasel but you’re my spineless weasel, so you’ve got that going for you which is nice. And Mitch McConnell, what can I say? You’re like some kind of petrified fossil that exists outside of the world we live in. It doesn’t seem possible that anything as weird as you could still exist but you do. If we could replace you with an animatronic character like a talking walrus or porcupine I believe it would increase our popularity with the voters but anyway I can’t be too mad at you either because of the tax bill.
Now, you Democrats are a different story. You all are without a doubt the lowest form of pond scum to ever successfully masquerade as human beings. Every time I think you’ve hit the ethical bottom you somehow dig a little deeper and go even lower. Let’s take for instance Dick Durbin. His lying double-crossing behavior at the DACA meeting has convinced me that if I saw Dick Durbin and a Great White Shark in the waters off of Mar a Lago I’d immediately warn … the shark! And don’t get me started on Pelosi and Schumer. The way people are leaving California and New York, pretty soon their own votes will be sufficient to guarantee their re-elections. That’s right Cryin’ Chuck, the Statue of Liberty is crying over your lousy party’s inept governing of both the City and State of New York.
But it’s not all bad, I want to congratulate Al Franken for striking out for women’s rights. He harassed enough women to ensure that a woman would replace him. Quite a tribute. And I’d also like to congratulate Maxine Waters for being so crazy that she now makes Rosie O’Donnell seem sane in comparison. When Maxine said she wasn’t a Millennial but used to be I think she meant that she was born in 1000 AD. That would explain her looks and the fact that she mostly speaks gibberish. Back then English really hadn’t been invented yet so everyone sounded like she does. And I know I shouldn’t make fun of a woman’s looks but honestly Maxine is so ugly she makes Pelosi and Hillary look decent by comparison.
And I’d like to thank the press for being so dishonest. By lying at every turn you’ve made my job so much easier. At this point I can almost guarantee that anything I say will be disputed by you folks in such ridiculous terms that even the least intelligent person will be able to tell you’re lying. You’ve become an exaggerated parody of yourselves. Well done and congratulations for ensuring the long tem demise of your own jobs.
And I’d like to thank all those federal judges both at the Circuit and Supreme Court level who keep usurping the constitutional power of elected officials. You only make it easier for me to get the electorate to understand why I need to replace as many of you as I possibly can.
I’m going to take a short break while the Secret Service frog marches the Secret Society of Comey, McCabe, Strozk and Mueller down the center aisle on their way to the hoosegow but before I do I’d just like to give a shout out to one of our guests in the gallery. I’d like to welcome Miss Stormy Daniels coming and for confirming that I have not had sex with her. But if I had she knows it would be the best sex she’s ever had and that my hands are ample and highly capable.
MT – Kurba!
PT – And Melania welcomes you too. Trump out.
(Returning to the BBC broadcast location)
NG – Hello and welcome back BBC listeners. This is former Speaker Newt Gingrich again. Unfortunately, Toffie Bredwell has passed out. Apparently kurba is Slovenian for whore and that was just too much for Toffie. Stay tuned and I’m sure he’ll revive before the President continues on with the substantive portion of his speech. But first a word from our sponsor.
A couple of months ago I wrote a post called “Talking to the Sleepwalkers” in which I described how I attempted to explain what Trump was all about to friends who were still looking at things from the point of view that the Republicans were actually conservative. At the end of the post I wrote, “Did I wake anyone up? I don’t know, but at least now I feel like I want to keep trying.”
Well yesterday an echo pinged back on the sonar. I was pointed to an article in the WSJ by one of the folks I was talking about before. It was entitled:
Is ‘Classical Liberalism’ Conservative?
Trump didn’t divide the right. Centuries-old philosophical divisions have re-emerged.
By Yoram Hazony
It’s a description of how the “New World Order” crowd convinced us (and themselves?) that they were conservative. I guess I got through. Good. That’s a first step. And an important one. Until you know what the problem is, you can’t possibly start working to effectively to fix it.
A couple of years into this brave new world of right wing revolt we still don’t even know what we are actually doing. The grass roots agitators aren’t even aligned. In fact, they don’t even know what to call themselves yet. Alt-Right, Dissident Right, Alt-West, Nationalists, Populists, etc. And of course, factionalism and cults of personality and disagreements on just about every subject imaginable are on display and defeatists and concern trolls are packed cheek to jowl as far as the eye can see.
But it’s still infinitely better than not knowing why every action by “our side” was a defeat and every day brought a new outrage that went unchecked. And Trump is still in his White House so “all’s right with the world.” Of late my joy at his almost uncanny ability to trigger my worst enemies into paroxysms of rage is becoming almost embarrassing. At work, I’ll be writing some mundane list or power point slide and I’ll think about his NFL or Weinstein tweets and stop and smile and get some coffee and e-mail a friend about it. It’s definitely cutting into my productivity but it’s also lowering my blood pressure and overall that’s good for everything including ability to do work. And I imagine it’s having the opposite effect on my left-wing counterparts. They probably hear about these things and get driven into a rage spiral and that’s got to be bad for the blood pressure and quality of life. Ah, sweet schadenfreude.
To get back to the original point, word’s getting out. Reach out to the unaware. They can be reached. And Trump is doing his part. He goes after those we aren’t allowed to touch. The more Trump calls out the bullies the clearer it becomes that they are the problem. Pretty soon even Great Aunt Sophie may know what Fake News is. If everyone who can be reached knows what’s going on, then we can figure out whether a national consensus can be reached. So, if 55-60% of the country can agree that the left is the problem (including the GOPE) then maybe we can turn this around. If not, then we’re headed down the road to tribalism and identity politics and the end of the American Dream. But even if we end up there we’re better off than if we got there without knowing why and how. We can dictate some of the terms of the divorce. Cold comfort? Maybe, but I’ll take it.
I just finished watching the entire speech. I can’t remember the last time I heard an American president speak as honestly and effectively about the world we live in. Trump blasted North Korea, Iran, Syria, Cuba and Venezuela. He even threw a jab at the Ukrainian aggression and the South China Sea posturing. He talked about sovereignty and the right of each country to differ from the cookie cutter requirements of our Globalist Oligarchs. He talked about the United States’ history in the UN and the sacrifices it has made to aid its neighbors and he also said that he is not going to let the United States be the fall guy any longer. Not in trade agreements, not in refugee resettlement, and not in UN finances.
It was a magnificent speech. And of course, it was Donald Trump giving it so there was plenty of self-congratulation. He started off by announcing that employment and the stock market were both at historic highs and that business was returning to the US in dramatic fashion. He even took an indirect dig at Obama saying that the Iran deal was a disaster. It was a lot of fun.
Of course, a UN address is a show piece with no actual effect. But what it does is set the tone for an American administration’s relationship with the world. So, when Obama went on his apology tour and bowed to every dictator in the Middle East it set the stage for the Arab Spring and the disaster that hatched. It let the Iranians know that they could ask for and get whatever they wanted. Alternatively, when Trump says that a nuclear North Korea that attacks the US or its allies will be totally destroyed this sends a powerful message to the North Koreans and the Chinese. It also sends a different message to the Japanese and the other allies in the area.
And when President Trump forcefully stated that the welfare of the American people, and the middle-class especially, was his first priority that makes a big impression on the voters. And on the Congress, that is always thinking toward the next election. And on big business that gauges a president’s intentions before they commit on strategic business and financial plans.
So even though the speech is just a statement it was exactly the right statement for President Trump to make. It had the right tone and it hit all the right points, globally and domestically. Trump is no Reagan. He is not a great orator. His speaking style is workmanlike and methodical. He reminds me of the executive in front of the board of directors. Maybe that makes it even more effective. It wasn’t just rhetoric. There was a message and he even expressed that message explicitly. He said “America first.” For that I was truly proud of him. He didn’t sell us out to make nice with the globalists. Good for you Mr. President.
If you haven’t listened to it and you have the time and the inclination, listen to the whole thing. It’s about 45 minutes long. If you don’t have the time or interest, there are some excerpts. Even that will give you a flavor of what was said. Bottom line, Trump did himself and our country some good today.
In what kind of bizarro alternate reality does Donald Trump end up as the only man brave enough to speak truth to power? While all the republican politicians and the alleged right-wing pundits groveled and cowered away from the charges of racism and Nazism being hurled by the Fake News, Donald Trump stood there and dared to proclaim that both sides of the riot at Charlottesville came prepared to spill blood. This he did clearly, strenuously and repeatedly. He didn’t cower or equivocate or back-pedal. He stood his ground. He used effective logic to show how today’s statue of Robert E Lee would be tomorrow’s Washington Monument or Jefferson Memorial. Watching him fight the good fight should fill the rest of the right wing with shame and feelings of inadequacy. How is it possible that a real estate builder whose biggest claim to fame was a tv show that showed him firing make believe employees is basically the only republican in the country with an intact backbone? How did we get here?
I’ll confess I don’t know the answer. And I don’t know if Trump can continue to stand up to every power structure in the whole world attacking from every angle. But I will tell you that as long as he continues to show the courage and stamina to hold his ground, I’ll support him 100%. If he needs me to send letters to my congress critters I’ll do it. If he wants to draft me into some kind of geriatric right-wing literary goon squad whose job it is to send nasty letters to Rosie O’Donnell and Nancy Pelosi, I’ll volunteer. If he needs cash for his defense fund once he’s retired from the White House I’ll send him cash. Hell, if he needs a getaway car to make a break for the border I’ll drive it. The man delivers. He’s fearless and he’s obviously talented. Damn, I wish he’d been president during 9-11. We wouldn’t be in the mess we are in now.
What Trump has demonstrated is that if you stand up to the Press and push back you look good and they look stupid and dishonest. If you speak plainly and avoid the weasel words you can get people to understand that the Left isn’t the good guys. Sometimes they are the villains and we are the good guys, or at least we’re the lesser of two evils.
I’ve said it before jokingly but now I’m saying it completely seriously. Trump is the best American President in my lifetime. And that includes Reagan. Reagan was a great president and a good man. But Trump has been plopped down in the greatest meltdown in American history and every day he’s wrestling with the most dysfunctional array of fake newscasters, politicians, special interest groups and corporate thugs ever assembled. And despite that he’s getting done what can be done through the power of the executive branch. And even there he’s being harassed and sabotaged by deep state bureaucrats and operatives at every turn. Reading the news, I wonder how long a man his age can stand up to the pounding. But I’ll offer up a fervent prayer that he does survive.
So here’s to you President Trump. As I’ve said before, you’re a crazy son of a bitch. But you’re our crazy son of a bitch and the only one who just may save this country from collectivist oblivion.
Anyone who has watched TV around Christmas has probably seen a Frank Capra movie because every year they play “It’s a Wonderful Life” non-stop for a week straight. And that’s a really good Capra film. But Capra made a bunch of good films in his day and some of them are among my favorites. And my all-time favorite is “It Happened One Night.” Filmed in 1934, it stars Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert in a screwball comedy that wants us to believe that an heiress on the run from her father would meet up accidentally on a bus with a reporter who needs her runaway story to salvage his newspaper career. Their trek from Florida to New York begins with each despising the other and ends up, of course, with them falling in love. But of course, the course of true love is never smooth and never was that truer than with this goofy tale. The key to the success of this movie, for me, is the chemistry between Gable and Colbert. He is the seemingly self-confident man of the world. He knows it all and claims to be able to write a book about every skill from how to correctly dunk a doughnut, to how to thumb a ride on the highway. She starts out as the arrogant little rich girl. Pretending to need no one’s help and always in charge. Once they broker a deal to travel together to their mutual interests, they proceed to heckle each other and bicker until they pretty convincingly fall in love. My wife and I have always thought of this as a pretty much perfect date movie. It has a little something for both sexes. Gable gets to strut and brag in his king of the jungle act and Colbert is the sarcastic little woman. In one of my favorite scenes Gable is demonstrating his various “foolproof” methods of thumbing a ride. After a string of failures, he dejectedly admits maybe he shouldn’t write that book after all. Colbert says she’ll get a ride and won’t even have to use her thumb at all. Of course, she walks over to the rod, lifts her skirt above her knee and the first passing car slams on the brakes and the emergency brake too. An amused Colbert says to the glum Gable that she had just answered an age-old riddle. He asks what and she replies “that the limb is mightier than the thumb.” And he viciously replies “well why didn’t you just take off all your clothes and you could have gotten a hundred rides?” to which she serenely replies “when we need a hundred rides I will.”
As I mentioned earlier, the couple don’t smoothly move from reluctant partners to sweethearts without obstacles and by the last reel misunderstanding and anger almost conspire to destroy this match made on a Greyhound Bus. But of course, happily ever after is bound to be in a Capra film so the fear of tragedy is never serious.
The movie is full of little details of life in depression era America and the vignettes with the denizens of the bus and other locales add charm to the story. Capra filled his depression era movies with scenes of the common people displaying compassion and camaraderie in the face of adversity. The scene where the bus riders amuse themselves with a relatively untalented singing performance is amusing and appealing if a little contrived.
If you’ve never seen the movie, I unreservedly recommend it. If you don’t like it then I recommend you do not read any more of my reviews. Our points of view on film would be just too far out of synch to allow any value to you. And may God have mercy on your poor shriveled soul.