Month: December 2020
17DEC2020 – OCF Update
And so actual winter in cursed New England begins for real.

They’re saying by the end we’ll have 8″ to 18.” Let’s say based on wind drifts that there is maybe eight inches on the ground right now. That’s an actual snowfall. Twenty five years ago the people up here were hardy and would just clear what they had to and go to work and school. Now they cower in place and wait for the weather gods to subside before venturing out in Kill Storm Methuselah or whatever silly name they make up for any kind of weather.
But we are unfazed here. I am enjoying the bracing air and rejoice in the knowledge that in this normal winter weather, the snow will be dry and relatively easy to throw. Hope everyone in the Northeast has a safe day, after all, the real challenge around here is the nuts driving around on the bad roads. Steer into the skid and aim for a really soft looking snow pile.
Vox Populi, Vox Dei – 2020 Style
Well the voting is done and the vote counting was performed using our brand new Dominion Voting System.
It’s a funny thing, last night at 2 am I took this screen shots.

But when I woke up this morning there had been a surprising amount of activity

I was a little skeptical at first because the analytics hadn’t registered all those new votes but then I saw that the caption said that the results were certified and final so I knew it was alright and I felt better then. Camera Girl is raising a fuss because she is just a poor ignorant peasant girl who doesn’t understand “science.” She said something about bringing in the military which I don’t claim to believe is an option. Well, whatever.
But just to show that I’m a reasonable man who can reach across the aisle and all that I’ll sprinkle a few Dementia Joes and Creepy Uncle Joes and even an occasional Groper in Chief and Faux Joe from time to time just to show the lumpen proletariat that I am indeed a man of the people. Well, I have to get back to my hummingbird tongue juice pool party with the Beijing Boys. Man, they’re a nice bunch of guys.
Hey, Swalwell, get out of that pool, I saw those bubbles around you.
Finding my Niche in the Underground
In our war with the Left there are many avenues to pursue and many different talents are needed. And one person may be multi-talented enough to work on several different aspects of the war and others are only able to do one thing. And some men are great leaders while others really should restrict their efforts to ditch digging. Now while it has been said that I am first in war, first in peace and first in the hearts of my blog readers, I have to admit that it was I who said it just now and it has yet to catch on with the cool kids. So, I have been thinking of late where exactly I think I can do the most good in this forever war.
The results of the recent election debacle have convinced me that the war between the Left and Right will be very long and inconclusive for the rest of my life. And since life is short, I think I’ve decided what I’ll do in the war. If we’re not going to fade out by attrition, we need to build a social organization that in addition to allowing us the ability to surround ourselves with normal people will also attract the young people away from the current on-line death trap that the Left has built.
I have been giving a little thought to how something like a fraternal organization would have to work under the conditions we are constrained by. It will be made up of local off-line chapters that will have to be invitation only. The on-line aspect can be a coordination function along with a way to share information and pass along things that have worked and not worked.
My idea is to try and form such a local group and use it as a model for others to copy. I’m trying to decide how many men are needed to form a council that will steer the group and what is the optimal size for the whole chapter. I think the council will be organized around meetings that coincide with a rotating poker game. And the venue can be fixed because I have a big basement with a pool table and room for at least twenty or thirty people (of course not all in the same game) but the other members of the council can rotate the responsibility for bringing the food and drinks.
From my point of view the trick is selecting activities that will attract the younger people. What we are primarily interested in is attracting young men in the 18 to 35 age group and in order to do this successfully we’ll need a way to attract women in the same age group to some aspect of the organization. This is much trickier. In the old days you could sponsor a dance or a picnic and that would draw young people. Maybe that is still a viable idea but it might just as easily be rock climbing or hiking or a landscape photography outing. Maybe we could even get involved in self defense classes and who knows I could even sponsor a literary society. But however we do it we’ll have to find a way to pre-select for the kind of people we are interested in. I was going to try to make some contacts in the more traditional churches to locate good people.
And to be blunt we are also going to have to figure out a way to deselect any members or associated folks who turn out to be incompatible with the tenets of the club. And that is something that the council will have to work on, the rules. I have some ideas but until I try this thing out on other people, I don’t know what will be the reaction. And I think there will be plenty of flexibility on how things get done as long as it can’t get away from the original intent and end up like all the other converged organizations like the Boy Scouts and the other mainstream clubs.
One idea that I heard espoused before was to have our membership join some established organization and form a group within a group. That way we could leverage the advantages of an established entity like their resources and presence but figure out ways to accommodate our membership. I kind of like the club within a club idea. The same approach might work with schools and even work places.
You all know I want to call it the He Man Woman Haters’ Club but that name may be copyrighted. So, I’ve asked a lawyer friend how I can find out if the name is available for use. It has a such a good ring to it and gets to the heart of what’s wrong with America today.
Now here’s the rub. COVID. How do you do any of this in New England right now? Well you don’t. But what I can do is start working out the who, what and where questions now so that I can get rolling once they’ve let us out of our cages. So that’s my plan. What do you think?
17DEC2020 – Photo of the Day
17DEC2020 – Quote of the Day
Toleration is good for all, or it is good for none.
Edmund Burke
Hungary Sounds Like a Country That Hasn’t Collapsed Into Insanity
Hungary has changed its Constitution to protect a normal definition of marriage and parenthood. And it protects the normal understanding of male and female identity from people trying to confuse children into ruining their lives.
If all else fails maybe I can get the Magyars to adopt me.
Lilies of the Field (1963) – A Movie Review
Sidney Poitier stars as Homer Smith, a construction worker travelling West toward California who stops in a small town in Arizona because he needs water for his car radiator. He meets some women working a small subsistence farm who turn out to be nuns who escaped from East Germany and are now attempting to build a chapel for their local Catholic parish of poor Mexicans and a few other locals. He agrees to do some construction chores for them that they are obviously unqualified to perform but the next day when he tries to get paid they give him an egg and a cup of milk for breakfast and give him another list of chores to start on.
At this point he begins the endless series of disagreements with the Mother Superior who rather than wanting to pay him for the work he has already done is convinced that Smith, or Schmidt as she calls him, has been sent by God to build their chapel for free. At several points Smith either prepares to or actually does leave the convent, but each time something inside of him makes him change his mind. As he explains to one of the characters in the story, he had always wished he had the money to go to school to become an architect or an engineer. He had always wanted to build something of his own design and as unreasonable as it is for him to be asked to build the chapel without pay, the challenge of the project is very attractive to him.
And we also see that as much as he and the Mother Superior butt heads over the project and as impolite and unappreciative of all his help as she is, he has admiration for her faith and courage. And he enjoys the friendliness and innocence of the other sisters and he spends his free time teaching them English and teaching them to sing some of the Baptist spirituals that he knows from his childhood. The theme of the movie is a song called Amen which is lip-synched by Poitier onto the vocal by the song’s writer Jester Hairston.
And the story unfolds with Smith finding a part time job with a local construction company that allows him to provide the penniless nuns with the first decent meals they’ve probably had in years. And Smith drives them to the Catholic Mass in town where the local priest performs an outdoor Mass out of the back of his camper. There the sisters introduce Smith to the congregation and he is able to get a good breakfast at the local diner from Juan (played by Stanley Adams, a familiar face from the Twilight Zone and Star Trek).
But the dream goes bust when the Mother Superior’s efforts to obtain donated construction materials from wealthy individuals and organizations fail completely. When Smith asks her about the supplies she explodes in a burst of ungrateful abuse and he quits and drives off. Now the sisters must walk the miles along the desert highway again on Sundays and the congregation notices that Smith is missing. Despair descends on Mother Superior and all seems lost. But three weeks later as they are walking to Mass, Smith appears in his car and drives them to town. The congregation is so happy to see that he has returned that the Mexican laborers donate adobe bricks that they have made and even offer to assist in the construction labor.
But first they must overcome Smith’s stubborn determination to build the whole chapel himself. A funny scene is presented where a dozen laborers are sitting around watching Smith lug heavy adobe bricks up a ladder to place them on a wall in the blazing sun. It is obvious that he is almost exhausted by the exertion and the heat. Finally Juan brings a brick over to the wall where Smith is working. Juan innocently states that if he doesn’t want the brick he can walk over it and climb up and down the wall with a brick of his own. When Smith finally takes the brick the rest of the laborers start carrying bricks over. But soon they start carrying the cement and setting the bricks themselves. Pretty soon Smith walks away in frustration as his building is being built by others.
But things work themselves out. The laborers and the sisters have no real knowledge of how to design a building and pretty soon Smith rescues them from the Tower of Babel that German nuns and Mexican laborers arguing about the placement of windows represents. Smith takes control as the superintendent and the designer. He finds himself respected and valued by the Mother Superior, the sisters, the parish priest, the townspeople and is even offered a supervisory job at the construction company that he works part time at. And the completion of the chapel is a bitter sweet event for the sisters and Smith. But you can see that he has learned what he is capable of and that it is time for him to move on. So even though the Mother Superior has plans to show him off the next day at the first Mass and then to try and rope him into further construction projects; a school, a hospital; Smith knows that he will leave that night. But to make the parting easier he starts another one of their singing lessons. He sings the verses of Amen while the sisters sing the chorus and he sings the song right out the door and over to his car and finishes it off as he drives away.
This is a sentimental movie with its heart in the right place. Poitier is a funny likeable character who sells his part admirably. Mother Superior is played as an overbearing authoritarian who hides her fear behind a gruff mask of commands and scorn. The other nuns are well played. Stanley Adams as Juan, the philosophical agnostic who hedges his bets against Hell by helping Smith and the nuns in their project, is generally amusing. The scenes juxtaposing the African American from the south and the German nuns trying to find common ground around religious music is genuinely charming. This is a nice small movie for Christmas or Easter or any time of the year when you want something heartwarming but relatively lighthearted. Recommended.
16DEC2020 – Quote of the Day
People crushed by law, have no hopes but from power. If laws are their enemies, they will be enemies to laws; and those who have much to hope and nothing to lose, will always be dangerous.
Edmund Burke


