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The First Terrorist War [Written 2003]

Tue, 23 May 2017 22:23:24 -0800

[Note, May 23, 2017: It is some 14 long years since I wrote the essay below. And after 14 years the West still has not summoned the will to destroy Islam. And so, deep inside the bosom of Europe and America the vipers continue their pogrom of homicide bombings. The West responds with its vigils, its candles, its pallid proclamations that responding in violence to the source of these attacks "is not who we are."The weak and weeping West responds with the piling on of useless defensive "security measures," when what is needed is war to the knife on the centers of Islam. A dear and close friend becomes upset whenever I mention that this disease of Islam needs to be eradicated root and branch. She condemns me for thinking it and for saying it. I tell her, "Very well, get ready to lose a city to the Islamic bomb. Get ready to lose families and children." This angers her because she sees it as an irrational response, an evil and hateful response. She is right. It is irrational, evil, and hateful. It is a response not from my mind but from the surge in my blood and my bone of my ancestors' spirit. My blood and my bones call for a war of fire; of an annihilation that is utter and complete. But these things are "badthink" and my rational mind says to wait. As does hers. As do most minds in the West. And so it goes. And so it goes on, and so we lose children, all because our rational minds, our moral minds, tell us we cannot kill the number of innocents we would need to in order to eradicate the black evil at the center of their faith. We cannot yet do what we know we will have to do. And so we wait to lose a city. We wait for the Saxon to begin to hate. I am of the bloody Dutch. I am of the Highland Scot. I am of the Saxons.I am an irrational man. Yes, I hate... but I have not yet begun to hate. [Arabs] were incorrigibly children of the idea, feckless and colour-blind, to whom body and spirit were for ever and inevitably opposed. Their mind was strange and dark, full of depressions and exaltations, lacking in rule, but with more of ardour and more fertile in belief than any other in the world. They were a people of starts, for whom the abstract was the strongest motive, the process of infinite courage and variety, and the end nothing. They were as unstable as water, and like water would perhaps finally prevail. -- T. E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom 1. Calling the War By the Right Name. In a war, "Know your enemy" is one of the first axioms in formulating a strategy for victory. It is an axiom the United States has studiously ignored for over two years. In its place we’ve seen a host of euphemistic notions and slogans thrown up in the belief that, having had many decades of a life where ugly things are given pretty or neutral names, Americans can no longer "bear very much reality." In the two years that have unfolded between September. 2001 and today, the public has had little asked of it and has seen less happen on our own ground that alarms it. All seems well, all is quiet here on the home front. Foggy thinking, however attractive in politics, has no place in war. War requires a habit of mind that is precise, cold, and unrelenting. War requires that we call things what they are and cease to skirt issues that make us, in the damp parlance of our times, "uncomfortable." Vague names let us slip into fluffy policies hamstrung strategies and wishful thinking. This is where we are drifting. To say we are "involved" in a "war on terror" and to repeat this phrase ad infinitum extends our decades old infatuation with euphemism and obfuscation into dangerous territory. The vagaries of the phrase lull us into a state where all dangers seem unclear and distant. The "war on terror" joins an expanding list of "wars on..." such as drugs, poverty, or profuse paperwork in government. The "war on terror" implies a "process" rather than a campaign; an indeterminate series of unresolved encounters rather than decisive act[...]

For My Daughter

Mon, 22 May 2017 18:22:53 -0800

1. I saw you first as some small prized gem Passed between white-masked men In rooms ablaze with light, and laid Wrapped and so precious in my hands, That I felt then I had somehow stolen Some full measure of fire from heaven And held it now on earth forever, As firm as stone, as light as breath. In all my days, of all my days, No gift was given me but you, And this I knew as we first met In that bronze-bright room Where, draped in white, I heard The music of your newborn's heart, And knew you'd stand the first in mine For all the moments mine would mark, And those moments all of yours beyond. 2. Since then the years have rolled away, And separate rooms enclose us now. Still in the meadows of my heart, In that first moment, all my circles close, Like runners rounding third at dusk, And safe at last come loping home. That moment was the best of life, Held in my heart where distance dies, Yet I am trapped in these thin lines That cannot paint a love so wide, And all my mind and meager art Lies stunned and speechless struck. 3. In life, our words are clipped and brief. We do not say what we would speak, Since saying would in some strange way Dissolve the moment, reverse the day, And risk the heart would come to grief. All is left unspoken, unexplored but sensed, Our interrupted lives accepted as the wind, As some red weather over which We have no control beyond a shrug, As if to speak of love except at slant Were to invite the derision of the sky, And so we must in silence trust That in not speaking our love will grow. And if you wish it, why then I wish it so. 4. Let all that be as it shall be, but here I shall reveal Those deeper notions that I hold, and always shall, For you, my only child, as on the dawn Of this one day in deepest winter I mindful mark How we began beyond all those winters gone. And if, in speaking here in such strange silence, I Will say too much by saying short, I trust In your emerging love to be, as all doting fathers must, Forgiven these few words; if not today, in time, For not to speak in time would be the cruelest way. 5. Of all the gifts I've lost you are The single one I seek to find. But that I know I cannot know, For I by you must now be found, As you your child must also hold, Until the woman you shall be Unfolds from child and stands apart, Upon some hill I shall not know Where all that is spreads out below, And following paths to trails to roads You trace your own bright shadow home. 6. How distant now was that chill day When wrapped you first drowsed within My forearm, head cupped in my hand, And dazed and dazzled, gazed about That buzzing room as if to see All the things that you would be, Awakened now from that strong sleep That had embraced and nourished you Since, in another afternoon's half-sleep, You were begun in a patch of sun, That fell in softened patterns through the boughs, Where two doves murmured your as yet unknown name, And, in the softened rustle of their breaths, Sang you into being as the music of our dream. 7. Now that spring has faded far, Although I hear its music still, But you, my dearest, darling girl, Are of that spring in every cell, And more than dreams could ever tell. The years from there to here all blur, Their endless seconds ended each In their short span, and here we stand Within another winter's day to mark The day when first at last we met. Within that room your gift was such, I did not think that it could be Not mine forever, yet now I know That all our children must be free. We hold them only through our letting go -- Written for my daughter on her sixteenth birthday[...]

Today in Tabland: Links to Every Bait I Clicked from 8 AM to 1 PM

Mon, 22 May 2017 13:07:30 -0800

Trump lands in Israel in pursuit of peace deal | Daily Mail Online The Caveman and the Boorish | Joel D. Hirst's Blog The Worst McMansion Sins, From Useless Pilasters to Hellish Transom Windows The crisis in American journalism benefits no one Fox News Asks Trump Voters How They're Feeling, Man Stares Straight Into Camera And Says... [VIDEO] There’s Something Fundamentally Wrong With Liberals - Derek Hunter CT Gets Reality Like A Punch In The Face | The Arts Mechanical Shalom! Trump lands in Israel in pursuit of elusive peace deal and vows to make the Middle East a place where children can 'grow up free from terrorism and violence Creating the Government Monster Truck | Coyote Blog PHOTOS: Ivanka Trump & Jared Kushner in Israel | Never Yet Melted » “What Has Yale Become?” Dream Vacations for People Who Can’t Take Another Day of This Trump Nightmare - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency Fiber Optics — Real Life Japan's adult wrapping wellness trend is so weird it's creeping out the Japanese people | SoraNews24 If You Think President Trump Is Crazy, Consider What California And New York Are Up To — Manhattan Contrarian The Moon Trees: “Scattered around our planet are hundreds of creatures that have been to the Moon and back again. None of them are human.” Huge Arms Sale to Saudis Makes Trump-Russia Collusion Ridiculous | Roger L. Simon Special Forces Are Not The Answer in Afghanistan – Free Range International Conrad Black: The malicious and dishonest media really are, as Trump says, ‘enemies of the people’ | National Post Home in a Can: When Trailers Offered a Compact Version of the American Dream | Collectors Weekly The tiny Meerkat camper can be towed by almost any car: The trailer only costs $17,820- Curbed The tiny Meerkat camper can be towed by almost any car: The trailer only costs $17,820- Curbed The Certainty of Donald Rumsfeld (Part 1) - The New York Times Here's Where We Might Reach the Limits of Science Journalist Asks Coach Why He Let His Star Player Attend His Child’s Birth During Semifinals, Regrets It Immediately | Bored Panda width="640" height="360" src="" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen> "Because nothing can be more majestic in the world than the birth of a child." [...]

The Argument for the Targeted Elimination of Anti-American Activists [Bumped]

Mon, 22 May 2017 09:46:34 -0800


For the radical, murder becomes a sacrament.

When Turreau inquired about the limits of what he could do to pacify the region, the answer from the committee was “eliminate the brigands to the last man, there is your duty.”


This is something to keep in mind when thinking about the present crisis. The revolt that put Trump in office is a revolt of the provincials. Plenty of Trump voters went to college or have office work. It’s not the old class divide. It is the new class divide. The revolution over the last 25 years has been led by a cosmopolitan elite, based in the coastal cities of America. These are the people dreaming up gay marriage and transgenders, not because they make any sense, but because they offend the sensible provincials out in the suburbs.
It’s comforting to think that the pendulum is swinging back toward normalcy, but it could simply be a rearguard action. The radicals running the American “republic” are no less bloodthirsty and malevolent than those who razed the Vendée. They may not unleash genocidal infernal columns on the suburbs, but they are plenty enthusiastic about importing hordes of foreign peasants to wreak havoc on the people. They are also smart and savvy, masters of the tools of power. But most of all, they have no sense of restraint.


They are plenty enthusiastic about importing hordes of foreign peasants to wreak havoc on the people. They are also smart and savvy, masters of the tools of power. But most of all, they have no sense of restraint. - - The American Vendée

"All boredom amused:" Rhyming History, Trump, and the Media as Foreseen in Network, 1976

Sun, 21 May 2017 13:37:37 -0800

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"You have meddled with the primary forces of nature, Mr Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear?

"You think you merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tide and gravity. It is ecological balance.

"You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no Third Worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-varied, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rands, rubles, pounds and shekels.

"It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic, and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today.

"And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And you will atone.

"Am I getting through to you, Mr Beale?

"You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.

"What do you think the Russians talk about in their Councils of State? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, mini-max solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do.

"We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bye-laws of of business. The world is a business, Mr Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.

"And our children will live, Mr Beale, to see that ... perfect ... world in which there is no war nor famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company for whom all men will work to serve a common profit. In which all men will hold a share of stock.

"All necessities provided. All anxieties tranquilized. All boredom amused." -- 1976

2017: Trump signs $110 billion arms deal with Saudi Arabia on 'a tremendous day'

Through the Rings of Saturn

Sat, 20 May 2017 18:01:00 -0800

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Not Dark Yet

Wed, 17 May 2017 19:59:44 -0800

Well, I’ve been to London and I’ve been to gay Paree
I’ve followed the river and I got to the sea
I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies
I ain’t looking for nothing in anyone’s eyes
Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

-- - - Bob Dylan

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The Resume of Captain Kink

Wed, 17 May 2017 01:53:20 -0800


I'm Captain Kink. I'm Mister Scratch.
I'm your smiling, deathless dentist, Doctor Pain.
I've owned the Earth since Adam's birth,
And co-authored the book on raising Cain.

But you learned too well my old hard sell,
How I used to tempt your souls with sin and tonic.
And since out-of-date spells don't populate Hell,
I'm gone post-modern, solid-state, and ultra-sonic.

I'm that modern manufacturer
Who swung Liz Borden's ax for her.
I gave you Neutron Bombs and Asian Flu.
I've got old friends in the Senate
(Why, so many I may just rent it,
And, for my summer place, the Kremlin too.).

So when your puny little wars get out of hand,
Just sign in blood and , baby, I'm your man.
Don't you look for any favors from the blessed.
God's angels will just confuse you,
Shame you, bore you, and abuse you.
(They might even convince you life's a mess.)

I'm never that judgmental.
In fact, I'm rather sentimental.
When time's get tough I'll be your only hope.
I'll hold your hand and guide you,
In that darkest dawn I'm right beside you.
(And you know I've always got the finest dope.)

So if doing good is looking...
Rather pale,
And being sweet is tasting...
A bit stale,
And you've got the yen to try...
A little starkness,
Just give me one short call,
You'll have no worries left at all,
When you sign on with Kink,
the Prince of Darkness....

You're Welcome

Tue, 16 May 2017 12:07:32 -0800

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Steve Sailer’s “World’s Most Important Graph”

Mon, 15 May 2017 12:10:34 -0800


This graph—the world’s most important graph—looms over the 21st century like a monstrous great crow.

Yet we can’t talk about it. Or rather, I can, and Mark can; but no-one with much more of a profile than us, can.

Why not? Do you need to ask? That line shooting up on the graph represents Africa—black people (mostly), and a high proportion of them Muslims. The other line, the one plodding along horizontally, represents Europe—white people (mostly), and a very high proportion not Muslims.

In the state ideologies of the Western world, black people are sacred objects to whom whites must defer, Muslims only slightly less so. Nothing negative may be said about these peoples, nor even hinted.

Where Europe is concerned, Mark identifies part of the problem as relating exactly to our children and grandchildren—or rather, to the fact that Europeans aren’t having any.

Mr. Macron, for example, is childless. So is German leader Angela Merkel. So is British Prime Minister Theresa May. The President of Italy has three kids, but Italy’s Prime Minister is childless. So is Mark Rutte, Prime Minister of Holland. Mark has some fun with Belgium: the current Prime Minister has two kids, but the previous one was a childless homosexual.

Why, Mark wonders rhetorically, would we expect these barren politicians to think hard thoughts about the world of twenty, fifty, eighty years from now? They have no personal stake in that world.

It’s way past the time when we high-IQ, low-fertility, long-civilized Arctic peoples—the whites and the yellows—can afford to bicker among ourselves, about election hacking or anything else. We should be putting our smart, pale heads together to plan a geostrategy to preserve our nations, our civilization, from the swelling numbers down there in the tropics who seek to displace us by demographically overwhelming us. - - John Derbyshire

Precious Snowflakes by Tim Allen

Mon, 15 May 2017 10:41:32 -0800

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ABC Cancels Conservative Tim Allen Sitcom 'Last Man Standing' Despite Strong Ratings

The show’s cancellation appeared to come as a surprise to fans, as its ratings had reportedly been solid, as Daily Wire’s John Nolte noted. Last Man Standing averaged 6.4 million viewers in its final season and a 1.2 rating amongst adults 18-49, strong numbers for a Friday night comedy. But Deadline also notes that Last Man Standing was down just 5 percent this season, a stellar result when compared with other shows were generally down by as much as 20-30 percent. The show was also reportedly performing extraordinarily well in syndication.

Even more surprising, the cancellation comes after ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey said at a London media summit in December that broadcast networks were not paying enough attention to the television viewers in the country who helped elect Donald Trump president.

Viewers in its final season and a 1.2 rating amongst adults 18-49, strong numbers for a Friday night comedy. But Deadline also notes that Last Man Standing was down just 5 percent this season, a stellar result when compared with other showswere generally down by as much as 20-30 percent. The show was also reportedly performing extraordinarily well in syndication.

Even more surprising, the cancellation comes after ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey said at a London media summit in December that broadcast networks were not paying enough attention to the television viewers in the country who helped elect Donald Trump president.

Flowers for Our Mothers

Sun, 14 May 2017 09:37:55 -0800

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Inch Time Foot Gem: For My Mother This Mother's Day is Around Day #37,380.....

Sun, 14 May 2017 00:06:28 -0800


Strong and yet as delicate as a bird. Her first memory is of being held on the shoulders of her father and watching American troops parade down Main Street in Fargo, North Dakota, on their return from the First World War sometime in what must have been the late Spring (Maybe May) of 1919.

She's been a student of Moorhead State Teachers College and is now their oldest alumni. A class reunion is anywhere she is and at anytime she decides to have it. She still reads the alumni magazine.

In fact she still reads The Saturday Evening Post, having been a subscriber since 1943. "It's a very interesting magazine. Not as important as it once was, but still with a good variety to its articles."

She's taught school in everything from a one room, multi-grade school in Lake of the Woods, Minnesota to the modern modular buildings of Chico Country Day. At that school she put in 6,000 hours of reading classics such as Black Beauty and Treasure Island to generations of children.

She married her husband and lived with him for over 30 years until he died in 1972. Since then there has never been another man in her life.

She raised three sons of her own. All of whom had pretty good lives and none of whom came to any more bad passages than life ordinarily deals everyone.

I am one of them.

Last November she celebrated her 102nd birthday and again I discovered at her party that she has more friends just in the town of Chico, California than I know people in the entire world.

Thirty-seven thousand and three hundred and eighty days.

"Not twice this day
Inch time foot gem.

This day will not come again.
Every minute is worth a priceless gem."

-- Takuan

Play Dead: The Sullen Young Having Never Been Alive Are Half In Love with Easeful Death

Sat, 13 May 2017 22:31:09 -0800


Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain....
- -
- - Keats: Ode to a Nightingale


More than by anything else, however, I was struck by their facial expression.

It was surly, sulky, sullen, sour, and morose. It was the kind of expression to which only thoroughly spoiled brats might aspire. Even in my far-off days as a lazy and impertinent youth, I would never have adopted an expression half so insolent. Two of the men, however, managed also the clenched and cruel facial habitus of camp guards or officers, one German and one Japanese. The nearest the others came to an active expression was a petulant pout. As a group of young men and women they could hardly have been less attractive. It is true that, for the most part, they were not of the type whom one would cross the road to avoid; rather they looked as if a gust of wind might blow them over and the slightest impact snap their bones. But they looked as if they would have nothing to say if spoken to, their brains reduced by starvation to a boring self-obsession.
To whom would such models be attractive? As I looked at them, fascinated in the way that the morbid always fascinates, I could not help but think of Sir Thomas Beecham’s characterization of the sound of the harpsichord: skeletons copulating on a tin roof. The world had evidently disappointed them, there was nothing in it for them, their expensive clothes notwithstanding. I had seen happier people in a displaced persons’ camp. What cataclysm, what civil war, had they suffered?


.... It was a pose, of course, but when a pose is kept up long enough it ceases to be a mere pose. To express joy, or even mere pleasure, would evidently for them be to lose caste, to seem shallow and unsophisticated to a youth brought up in the hope and expectation of emotional and psychological problems. To be without such problems is to be a simpleton and, what is far worse, uninteresting; for what do you talk about if you have no problems? How can you talk about the one subject on which you are the world expert, yourself, if you are uncomplicated and un-immiserated? For if you eavesdrop sufficiently in public places (bars, buses, trains, airports), you will soon discover that the self is the main topic of conversation—or should I say of alternating monologues?
Catalog Slog by Theodore Dalrymple


Boomer Anthems: "It was fifty years ago today / Jimi Hendrix burned his guitar away...."

Fri, 12 May 2017 11:03:04 -0800

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If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We'll hold hands, and then we'll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea

But first, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

Speaking only for myself, but starting around the time this song was released in 1967 I was "experienced" about 60-65 times over the following four years. My old friends say this single fact explains so much about me. I demur.