All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
Well as Milo intimated a month ago, our rescued Mantis has laid an egg case.
Currently the proud mother is still alive although I suspect that after laying her eggs her life span may be limited. I’ll put the egg case in a cold area for the winter and then put it outside in spring. Princess Sack of Potatoes will probably equate this phenomenon to the story of Charlotte’s Web that we recently watched. Well, I’ll have to say the project has really paid dividends.
Here’s mom.
In the middle of a news conference on law enforcement and the latest COVID nonsense (at about the 5 minute mark) Governor DeSantis takes the national news agencies to task for pretending that the Waukesha attack was some kind of accident. He’s the first government official who clearly states that the driver was probably committing the attack out of anti-white hatred. That’s actually a very bold position. It’s also very honest and will resonate with people who sense that the networks are trying to control the facts about the case. And as DeSantis states the networks tailor their facts to suit their bias when it comes to who is attacking whom.
DeSantis is a powerful force in our country right now. I hope he has a chance to help the rest of the country in addition to Florida.
Note: The video quality in this clip is awful.
Just received a copy of a book recently written by a very good friend of mine. Justified Deadly Force and the Myth of Systemic Racism
He’s a veteran law enforcement officer and he’s put together a text book to go over the reality of the use of deadly force by police over the course of the last number of years. I’ve just started it and will probably have several review posts about it. The author wrote it primarily to be a text for Criminal Justice courses about the subject of deadly force.
Full disclosure, I do not receive any commission from the link.
James Carville, the “Ragin’ Cajun” carnival barker of democratic political advisors, this week counselled President Joe Biden to adopt a radical strategy to restore his presidency, medically induced coma. The ingenious plan came to Carville when he analyzed micro polls that are taken every second of the day on the interwebs and register the meaningless momentary thoughts of very stupid people who constantly click on web polls. During Dementia Joe’s colonoscopy Carville noted that Biden’s job approval trended continuously upward from 12.0% to a mind-boggling 12.6%. Interestingly during this same time period when Kamala Harris was the de facto President of the United States her job approval rating went from 1.6% to 0.1%.
Carville immediately saw the possibilities and crafted the plan. He advised Sleepy Joe to have himself placed in a medically induced coma for the remainder of his term in office. By November of 2024 Carville calculated that Biden’s approval rating will be approximately 124.3%. This should guarantee his reelection and allow him the mandate he’ll need to fundamentally transform the United States, again.
But when the plan was approved and announced to the Biden cabinet it spawned a firestorm of outrage. Kamala Harris screamed, “He’s not leaving me holding the bag on this turkey of an administration. I’ll beat him to the punch. I’m gonna coma this afternoon.” And just like that every member of the administration in the chain of succession to the presidency rushed to Walter Reed Medical Center to be induced into medical comas. The only mishap was with Speaker Pelosi. While setting up the IV, a few drops of her blood came in contact with a spark and because of the high alcohol content there was a flash back in which the Speaker of the House was incinerated.
This brilliant strategy has had one drawback. Once the chain reaction of comas subsided it was discovered that the presidential succession devolved onto Cletus Burbank, the night janitor at the White House. But the amazing thing is that despite Carville’s data once Burbank was installed as president his job approval rating soared to 94.1%. When contacted to account for this anomalous success, interim President Burbank stated, “I make sure all the doors are locked before I leave in the morning and all the toilets are cleaned and have a roll of paper. Everything else is somebody else’s problem, if you know what I mean.”
Republican strategists are working feverishly to counter this brilliant ploy and vow to have both the Republican members of Congress and the Republican Supreme Court appointees under medical comas within the week. Mitch McConnel was heard to say, “If those bastards think we’ll take this lying down … well I guess they’re right. Because I suppose you have to lie down when you’re in a coma.”
The upshot of this phenomenon in Washington is that the federal government has ground to a virtual standstill. Coincidentally, GDP has soared and crime has dipped to its lowest level in 100 years. No one in the government was available for comment.
Good morning my fellow normal people. Welcome to another day of figuring out how to navigate Crazyland. I looked through the articles this morning. Same old, same old. You know, things like Dementia Joe can’t figure out how gas prices went up and he’s asking the Justice Department to pummel the Law of Supply and Demand into submission. Brilliant stuff like that.
I read an impassioned defense of woke-ism by some idiot who was re-animating slavery for the millionth time to justify anti-white racism. So here we are a hundred and fifty plus years after slavery and somehow it’s still busy oppressing people left and right.
Alright, so let’s look at slavery. Well, slavery is really bad. So we had slavery here. We don’t anymore but, yes we had slavery. But you know what’s worse than slavery? Cannibalism. And you know where cannibalism was (and to some extent is) a real thing? Africa. All the way up to the present day cannibalism existed there. Back in the 1800’s if two tribes had a war, the winners collected up the dead and the wounded and butchered them for lunch.
And there was plenty of slavery in Africa but when someone wasn’t that useful for work he went in the pot. So if you were someone who was captured as a prisoner after a war and you had a choice between being sent on a hellish slave ship to a distant land to work your life away as a slave or have your throat cut and end up as stew which would you pick?
It’s a fair question. I’m not sure what I’d do. But these weren’t choices. They were just the fortunes of war. If the Arabs were offering a price for slaves that was above the market price for meat then the prisoners went on the boat. If not they went in the pot.
The remarkable thing is we decided slavery was wrong on our own. I think that alone is reason enough for all this woke nonsense to be refuted. Comparing its track record to that of any other civilization that we know of, the Western world has been remarkably generous with other peoples. The Arabs and the Turks kept slaves. It never occurred to them to free them as a matter of moral duty.
Anyway it’s something to think about when the wokesters start yammering about slavery. Of course I am waiting for cannibalism to emerge here. I figure California or New York are the most likely places but who knows? Maybe some artisanal entrepreneur right here in Dunwich could get the thing going. They’ll probably put out a full-color magazine, well at least an e-zine, and maybe a cable show. It really makes you think, doesn’t it.
I’m still suffering from the Omicron Variant. I’m presently using a home-made ventilator to keep me alive. It makes typing difficult but what can you do? I went through the patent for Ivermectin and hope to whip up a batch after lunch but, once again, ventilator in the way. The sun’s not out today so it’s pretty dreary here at the Compound. In less than a month the winter Solstice will occur I’ll have to build the stone altar and sacrifice a shoggoth or a werewolf or maybe an ear of corn (inflation) at the appointed hour when the portal opens in the sky and Azathoth and the blind idiot pipers materialize in our space-time. After they gorge themselves on the sacrifice, I’ll invite them in for a glass of eggnog and talk about what they’re planning for Christmas. I hear Cthulhu already has his lights up and is inviting folks over to see them. Considering his track record on eating guests, I think I’ll just wait till he puts up a photo on his site.
So I’ll have to be cured of this wretched virus by then or I’ll catch my death of cold outside. I wonder what they’ll name the variants after they get up to Omega? Anyway, I should have something interesting to write about later today. Have a nice day.
Governor Noisome vowed today not to rest until all tool manufacturers who produce crow bars and hammers have paid for the billions of dollars of merchandise stolen in the recent rash of smash and grab robberies.
Governor Nuisance further vowed that anyone who persisted in calling the robberies “looting” would also pay a heavy price. “Stigmatizing these BIPOC young people with the dog whistle code “looters” is very detrimental to their feelings of self esteem. Everyone knows that if the hammers weren’t there these robberies obviously would not occur.” he said.
When confronted with this charge the CEO of Stanley Black and Decker stuttered for a few seconds and said that the Director of Equity, Inclusivity and Diversity would respond today with a program to put an end to “white privilege” in the tool aisle. He said, “The idea that crow bars and hammers are a necessary part of the tool box is obviously another symptom of systemic racism.
Governor Nooseloose responded to this response by breaking into semi-precious metaphors about rainbows, unicorns and potato salad. Film at 11.
Psalm 23 (King James Version)
23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
“He restoreth my soul.” The perfect words. Getting together with the family, especially the grandkids did just that. Fooling around at the pool table with my younger grandsons and watching old movies and eating absurd amounts of fattening foods and joking and laughing was “A Medicine for Melancholy.” Camera Girl clocked multiple days of preparation and cooked up a storm. She fell asleep exhausted last night but woke up today smiling and looking forward to the Friday sequel when even more family will be over.
I sat down and talked about current business problems with one of my sons-in-law. He runs a medium-sized manufacturing plant and they just can’t find good help at any reasonable price. But just telling his situation to someone who knows what he’s talking about is therapeutic and I was glad he confided in me. Maybe I’ll figure out something that could help. But just talking is good. We all get wrapped up in our own problems. We lose track of how others, even close family, are getting along or aren’t getting along. Knowing that someone else would benefit from some small help is valuable. We break out of our silos as they say in management speak.
How about that! The world isn’t quite ready to collapse yet. We’ll get to breathe and eat and laugh and cry. There are all kinds of useful things we can do right around us even as Dementia Joe and the rest of the looters figure out new ways to degrade this once great nation.
Talk to your friends and family. Spend time with them. Figure out how you can help them. Make their lives better and it’ll make your life better too. The world doesn’t really consist just of trans-gender lunatics and critical race theory propagandists. It consists of your family and friends and the life they have to lead. Sure, those other things impact them and you can help to offset some of that harm with information you can provide. But the focus is on the positive things that you do and say. Do them. Say them. Because it’s the neglect of doing the things that need to be done that leaves room for the madness to creep in.
I must sound like someone hopped up on amphetamines but it’s just amazing. The COVID isolation must have beat my soul down pretty bad. Because the lift I got from a regular Thanksgiving get together is phenomenal. Hopefully by Monday I’ll be able to muster up some gloom and doom. But right now, I’m looking forward to round two. Enjoy your long holiday weekend.
Here’s a repeat of Camera Girl’s Thanksgiving Turkey. But it deserves another photo.
Here’s a wish that today is a special day of peace and happiness to all my friends near and far. Stay strong and never despair. We all have things to be thankful for and better times will come again. And enduring all that we’ve suffered at the hands of the evil and stupid will make the good times that much sweeter when they come. Remember you’re not alone. There are many good people out there and we will see a better day.
Happy Thanksgiving
I wanted to write something for Thanksgiving. I didn’t want to pollute the holiday with doom and gloom but in the present debased state of the world we find ourselves in I was unsure if I could find something fitting. However, that’s just the doom and gloom speaking. Most of us have many blessings to be thankful for. For myself I have children and grandchildren and a wonderful wife (don’t let Camera Girl know I said that) and have had enormous good fortune over the course of my life. If at this stage I no longer live in a free country, well, I’ll have to figure that out. My ancestors lived in a gangster state and they managed to live and raise their families. True, they left for a better place but they had had their lives in the old country and despair wasn’t part of it.
Well, we’ll have to find our way in these troubled times. And we will. From my point of view either there will be a revolt against the madness or I’ll need to find a better place. Maybe the revolt will only be a self-segregation of the normal people maintaining a society of sanity embedded in a matrix of lunacy. Maybe the Red States will become free or maybe they’ll loosen the Union enough to allow us to live our own way. Or maybe it’ll all go to hell and I’ll get the hell out. But whichever way it goes despair is a stupid, weak reaction.
I’ll do whatever has to be done for me and mine and I’ll look for good people wherever I can find them. What I won’t do is pledge allegiance to the gangsters who’ve taken over the government and all the other institutions and tried to make me say that “two plus two equals five.” This may be the richest place on earth but I am not afraid to live in a poorer place if it lets me think for myself. Besides, this place is quickly turning into a third world banana republic. That should make it that much easier to reform it or that much easier to leave.
So, there’s my crazy message of hope on Thanksgiving. I am thankful that God has blessed me with great wealth, the people I love. And he gave me a great gift of being able to see clearly what is around me and knowing the difference between what is real and what is imaginary. And at dinner I’ll enjoy my overpriced turkey dinner with my family and I’ll enjoy myself for a day before getting back to thinking of how to navigate in the madhouse that is Dementia Joe’s America.
Have a happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your time with those you love and eat some fattening food and laugh and talk and make plans for Christmas and buy some overpriced gifts for the kids. Do all the fun things we used to do when this was still America. There’s plenty of time next week for gloom and doom. But don’t let it get to you. We’ll figure something out for ourselves and one day we’ll leave the lunatics behind and build a better world for us and ours.
There have been countless articles on our side trumpeting the awful prospects the Dems face in 2022. But it’s when they tell themselves that you know just how bad it is. At the end he tries to come up with a scenario where the reconciliation bill gets done and inflation disappears and the supply chain problems heal themselves and, and and. There’s nothing like a nice dollop of schadenfreude right before a wonderful family feast to put a smile on my face.