28MAY2023 – The First Stirrings of an Awakening

A beautiful Memorial Day weekend and plenty of yard work will keep me busy today and tomorrow.  I look through the headlines and see the usual mix of depressing, ridiculous and muddled.  All of the Left is breathlessly cheering on Team Trump vs Team DeSantis, hoping that they will injure each other mortally.  And the Target pride month news showcases just how far this country has fallen as our largest retailers capitalize on the destruction of a generation of children.

If I’m to find anything hopeful in all of this it’s that a critical mass seems to have been reached.  Finally, a large chunk of the American public is aware that really awful stuff is being normalized.  Between Bud Light and Target, we’re finally seeing the people who don’t pay attention to the news at all waking up to the fact that evil people are in charge of their whole world.  From the doctors and lawyers, to the mega-corporations, to the politicians who run the country; everyone is on board with the program to pervert and destroy children.

And I’m not saying that this awakening will solve the problem.  The lopsidedness of the fight is almost comical.  We struggle to even catch the attention of the powers that be.  Maybe we can destroy one product in the catalog of a multi-national beverage manufacturer that will still make billions around the world.  Maybe a major retailer will miss earnings forecast for one month.  Maybe.

That’s not much.  But it’s where you have to start.  Elon Musk has provided at least one platform where people can share ideas and hear both sides of the story.  That’s not a small thing.  It’s so important that the Left is apoplectic about it.  They’re doing everything in their power to destroy Twitter by trying to convince advertisers to boycott it.  And who knows, maybe they’ll be successful.  To be honest, I never understood how the business model for the social media sites could actually work.  I assumed that it was a government sponsored monopoly and without the blessing of the FBI and the CIA it wouldn’t be economically viable.  But he’s trying to make it happen and it’s a blooming miracle that it exists for us.  And so, Ron DeSantis has Twitter as a place to launch his campaign as opposed to going on one of the hostile cable news platforms where they’ll parse out sound bites that distort his message and weaken his appeal.  It’s not much but it’s a beginning.

It’s a beginning.  But it’s definitely not winning.  What would winning look like?  To my mind winning would be a corporation stepping forward and announcing publicly that they were on our side and wanted our business at the expense of the business from the Left.  It would be a beer company that said it didn’t support pride month because it didn’t celebrate what pride month stood for.  It would be a retailer that said it wouldn’t support BLM because it was anti-American.  Instead, it supports the police because they stand for law and order without which the store couldn’t exist.

Winning would look like red states beginning the long, slow, painful process of coordinating their policies to protect their citizens from the federal government.  They would cooperate to the extent of sharing data on illegal aliens and Antifa so that these menaces could be dealt with.  They would protect and indemnify their citizens who are attacked by the federal government; by the IRS and the FBI.  They would begin to crack down on crime in their big cities and force welfare addicts to work.  They would force reform of the public schools and eliminate objectionable content in the curriculum.

So, there’s no winning going on.  None of that stuff is happening.  All we have is the very beginnings of an awakening.  There’s my thought for today.

28MAY2023 – Quote of the Day

An address by Field-Marshal Kitchener to the British Troops:

[This paper is to be considered by each soldier as confidential, and to be kept in his Active Service Pay Book.]

 

You are ordered abroad as a soldier of the King to help our French comrades against the invasion of a common enemy. You have to perform a task which will need your courage, your energy, your patience. Remember that the honour of the British Army depends on your individual conduct. It will be your duty not only to set an example of discipline and perfect steadyness under fire but also to maintain the most friendly relations with those whom you are helping in this struggle. The operations in which you are engaged will, for the most part, take place in a friendly country, and you can do your own country no better service than in showing yourself in France and Belgium in the true character of a British soldier.

 

Be invariably courteous, considerate and kind. Never do anything likely to injure or destroy property, and always look upon looting as a disgraceful act. You are sure to meet a welcome and to be trusted; your conduct must justify that welcome and that trust. Your duty cannot be done unless your health is sound. So keep constantly on your guard against any excesses. In this new experience you may find temptations both in wine and women. You must entirely resist both temptations, and, while treating all women with perfect courtesy, you should avoid any intimacy.

 

Do your duty bravely.

Fear God.

Honour the King.

 

KITCHENER,

Field-Marshal.

 

1914

Horatio Kitchener

American Mind Explains Trump’s Appeal

Here’s a very good article that explains why the Right is voting for Trump.  Trump is the symbol of our revolt from the Uniparty sham that our elections represent.  Trump represents a vote for “none of the above” where all the other choices are establishment ringers.  I think Ron DeSantis has done great things for Florida but I’ll vote for Trump as a protest against the fake democracy that is being foisted off on us.

When we lose in 2024 I hope the people like Trump and DeSantis and the few honest men left in government get together and try to work around the federal government to save what’s left of America by building a network of private and state resources to try to help us survive in the hellscape that will be America in 2024.

I think a lot can be done.  And maybe it can be the basis for a new country existing in the hollowed out shell of the old one.  Or maybe I’m just whistling past the graveyard.

Why Won’t Republicans Move On From Trump?

27MAY2023 – Quote of the Day

MANDALAY

 

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,

There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;

For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:

‘Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!’

 

Come you back to Mandalay,

Where the old Flotilla lay:

Can’t you ’ear their paddles chunkin from Rangoon to Mandalay?

On the road to Mandalay,

Where the flyin’-fishes play,

An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay!

 

’Er petticoat was yaller an’ ’er little cap was green,

An’ ’er name was Supi-yaw-lat—jes’ the same as Theebaw’s Queen,

An’ I seed her first a-smokin’ of a whackin’ white cheroot,

An’ a-wastin’ Christian kisses on an ’eathen idol’s foot:

 

Bloomin’ idol made o’ mud—

What they called the Great Gawd Budd—

Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed ’er where she stud!

On the road to Mandalay, etc.

 

When the mist was on the rice-fields an’ the sun was droppin’ slow,

She’d git ’er little banjo an’ she’d sing ‘Kulla-lo-lo!’

With ’er arm upon my shoulder an’ ’er cheek agin my cheek

We useter watch the steamers an’ the hathis pilin’ teak.

 

Elephints a-pilin’ teak

In the sludgy, squdgy creek,

Where the silence ’ung that ’eavy you was ’arf afraid to speak!

On the road to Mandalay, etc.

 

But that’s all shove be’ind me—long ago an’ fur away,

An’ there ain’t no ’busses runnin’ from the Bank to Mandalay;

An’ I’m learnin’ ’ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:

‘If you’ve ’eard the East a-callin’, you won’t never ’eed naught else.’

 

No! you won’t ’eed nothin’ else

But them spicy garlic smells,

An’ the sunshine an’ the palm-trees an’ the tinkly temple-bells;

On the road to Mandalay, etc.

 

I am sick o’ wastin’ leather on these gritty pavin’-stones,

An’ the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;

Tho’ I walks with fifty ’ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,

An’ they talks a lot o’ lovin’, but wot do they understand?

 

Beefy face an’ grubby ’and

—Law! wot do they understand?

I’ve a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

On the road to Mandalay, etc.

 

Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,

Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments an’ a man can raise a thirst;

For the temple-bells are callin’, and it’s there that I would be—

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;

 

On the road to Mandalay,

Where the old Flotilla lay,

With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!

Oh the road to Mandalay,

Where the flyin’-fishes play,

An’ the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ’crost the Bay!

 

Rudyard Kipling