The Imperial Nature of Darwin

9 Jul

WHY ALL THE F ING OUTRAGE?

Oh when will they ever learn?

So, Capitalism, in all of its glory, has some seriously hideous aspects to its nature. None, has been more robustly displayed than the current Outrage Industrial Complex.

Ostensibly, in an effort to supply the public with what it wants, that is, an ability to sit at our keyboard and find #whatwewantwhenwewantit, NOW!, our Lord Father Google, has created algorithms that reward a certain segment of content with a ranking. So when you type, “best president,” you are almost guaranteed to see Wikipedia and  Abraham Lincoln. Hmm,,,

Let us leave alone for a moment, or even another day, that Wiki, while certainly a public treasure, is the source central of liberals everywhere, or at least college dormitories(gov’t funded), libraries(gov’t funded) and Mommy’s basements(gov’t funded), where the legion of the dorito crumbled jammied(Pell Grants) hone their version of history. Or that the labors of Lincoln, to preserve the Union, destroyed in its process, certain fundamentals, which in their correction, allowed a new heinous human infliction of cruelty, against, amazingly enough, the very race that presumptively the Civil War fought to redress? I mean, it is a circular argument of chicken and egg that supports the murder of individuals that only a mother, could or could not so much, love. Darwin almost always wins.

Because, what we find, is that Mother Google, in all her omnipotence, has bred an industry of writers, and bloggers, who have traded their labor of love for money(think Cosby) and found themselves tailoring their opinion to the whims of the masses, as viewed though the algorithms paradigmed by the wizards at Google.

You want to be paid to write? That is honorable. But you will start by writing the “Top Ten Reasons God Hates America.” You want to get paid? Give me “Top Ten Ways to Piss off a Conservative.” Atheists, God and America. Sex, Boobs and Body Paint. If you can just get the faithful to click on your title, somebody gets paid. And what better way to get some body to listen, to click, than to tell them to “F OFF!”, that is, to offend them?

Your rights are under attack.
Your land is being grabbed.
You children are not your own.
You have to pay for abortions.
You can’t, You must, You will.

And to top it all off, some of it, is true.

Darwin meet Google. Toto, we are in Georgia.

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To Abide in the Residue of Souls

25 Jun

I walked from the train through the gritty, industrial station. The grime coated concrete, steel and glass, a testament to the longevity of its service. I moved past some minor retail outlets and headed for the heavy stained wood double doors.

Stepping into the antiseptic sunlight, leaving the utility behind. I found myself under a modest portico, the grey of the station flushed into oblivion by the explosion of bright yellows, greens and reds.

There was some vague polka, blaring but distant. I was expecting a troop of viederhosened munchkins to happily prance by, singing loudly and sloshing beer from their mugs as their arms swung to the rythym of the concertina braying in sync with the atmosphere.

I walked through the village. I’ve seen it represented in the encyclopedia, on the web, in Hollywood’s films. The idyllic environs, tidy in its cobbled streets, tiled steep roofs and stuccoed walls. Storefronts of glass offered the wares of the keepers with their brush trimmed fedoras, long stemmed pipes and matronly buxom wives. The sight was familiar, even considering I had never been here before. I felt remotely at home.

I walked out of the village, I had another destination on my itinerary.

The road was flat. A thoroughfare across a mile or two of casual residences and businesses. Homes and clubs, interrupted by the glaring political hotspot of the outcast rightwing gathering place. Images of the swastika and the language of hate marring an otherwise festival of brotherly comfort.The dissonance, unsettling.

The sojourn continued, basically parallel to a different set of tracks, a different story.

I passed through another village. This one orderly, purposeful, engineered. The homes of the officers. It was here they stayed on compact lawns in comfortable homes, with the wives who would raise the Aryan children stolen from the countries already subjugated. Blonde hair and blue eyes in precious short supply, solutions had to be effected.

I passed that village, saying nothing to the current occupants. They were blithely trying to ignore the past they occupied.

I entered the camp. The details are everywhere. The overcrowded cabins, kitchens and bathrooms. Accommodations not fit for a range denied hen.

And then the preserved horrors. The labs. The chemistry. The bullets. The flames. The training grounds for hate.

The slave labor of the prisoners, charged with saving the officers of the reality of their handiwork. The gay Jews dominated by a hierarchy that rewarded murder and thuggery with prestige and a goround with the Jewish hookers, denied any return of money, forced to continuously submit to animals that had no problem beating men until they would shovel burnt bones into the wagon.

From the safe comfort of my agony among the residues of souls, I asked, how could people let this happen?

And then it dawns on me. How could they not?

People like to revel in the misery of others. To don the cloak of agony, claim some injury without ever feeling the pain.

Slave labor is a way of life. A misery one must be defeated into. A misery that the suffered bred into their own. A misery they could neither free themselves from, nor avoid, nor prevent allowing themselves to seek a respite, no matter how short, that ultimately would deliver more suffering upon their own DNA.
We shared the infliction, on both sides of the Mason Dixon. We devolved into warring factions over money and rights and finally, as a political move to prevent foreign interference, we set the slaves free.

We now, once again, find ourselves up against it. I imagine the point is analogous to the time before Fort Sumter. The forces are building to the pressures that pound coal into jewels.

Who are these faux Americans? Who are these people that denigrate the efforts of people to reach a solution? Who, thinks they get to punish one race, when the punishment that race inflicts upon itself can only be likened to over crowded death camps, war or the jungle?

So called educated professors are financially compensated to continuously create the mythology that the white Europeans caused it all. These white Europeans that promised your idea, no matter how profane, would be protected. And they promised you the means to back it up.

The following truths don’t require much history, don’t allow for revision. They are observable now.

Barack Obama has no claim to the residue of slavery.

The current cabal violates the initial complaint, no taxation without representation.

The unique DNA that defines each of us as individuals is destroyed by the very power that claims to own it.

So I see this, and realize, I am as powerless as the German shopkeeper, enjoying my smoke and the comfort of my wife, and feeling as helpless as a fetus, with a pair of scissors at the base of my skull, unknown is the horror of what comes next.

The Redefinition of the Yearning to be Free

20 Jun

Have we not paid enough?

It is true, that some 18 year olds, even younger, display the maturity to vote, to own a gun, to drink beer, to fight wars on our behalf. It is equally true, that the jails and courts bear witness to the insufficiency of maturity of vast swaths of the citizenry to handle the responsibilities attendant therein.

We ignore, the reality that, as our society extends life, the lengthening has not occured entirely on the back end. Childhood has been extended; check amongst yerselves.

It is also true, that as we, the country, impounded youth to inflict our will in the Asian proxy war against Communism, we left ourselves inarguable in the redress against the imposed consignment. The 18 year old, old enough to be forced to carry a rifle and kill, should posess the right to vote.

Inarguable, indeed.

So, the two great crimes committed by these United States, the acceptance of the 3/5 human to achieve plurality, the death of 57,000 young men and women, in a senseless conflict, (poorly executed) to defend those that would not defend themselves, are in fact, the forces currently being harnessed, not to redress, but to destroy.

Depart for a moment, to recognize the choice not to examine the science of the 3/5 human.

“We” destroyed life and limb and to some extent, Liberty herself to end this abomination against free men. “We” have asked nothing in return, as is our usual, from those liberated. “We” have paid gabillions attempting to elevate the former slaves, to salve the wound. What “we” have done, through imperfect, fallible fits and starts, is to invite, to assist, to plead with the freed to immerse themselves in the blessings of liberty, the pursuit of happiness.

Many have taken advantage, have taken the uneven starting points that are the inevitable nature of America and have stood on our shared past to create our new future.

Others, black and white, have been treated as public chattel, harnessed through subsidy under the communistic abuse of terms, (think “general welfare”) to breed without thought, to create without care, and inflict upon society the burden of caring for a monolith of parentless children. Those children, sans education or mentor, now have the ability to be incited onto mass transport and incorporated into any political movement available. This herd can be found wherever purple needs more blue meets either the latest White feigned imposition on Black, or, same day voter registration. (Note to self: pursue future study of ID rabblerousing contingent to hue of purple, contingent to Federalized policing)

A pornographic conjunction of biotic potential and exercise in futility. The party of their obsequious support demean humanity through abortion and the importation of their hued replacements, on the job and at the polls. Discarded, as unborn, and as adult.

It is enough to make a compassionate human weep. God, as practiced today in the public forum, is a matter of faith, an endless, irresolute debate. That being said, I defy you to deny an individual’s creation.

Hardly the color blind society that Dr. King and his country, wept and bled and grieved for.

Hardly the intent, but certainly the new politicized, cynical expression of “busing.”

How long, until this harnessing of the bred ignorant masses, yearning for the free, consumes us all?

I know it is harsh. It is time we all grow the fxck up.

Lehman’s Fable

30 Apr

Ya know,,,it is possible that one scenario went like this.

About a gabillion years ago, give or take an illion, a bunch of mofos got fed up with the murdering, and the rapin, and the dead babies, and said, “We are outta here!” And they picked up their shxt, and they left. They traveled over desert, hill and dale, and kept walking til the cold kept the other mofos at bay. Kinda like alpacas.

Well, the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months and the mofos figured out that if they were gonna survive, they needed to find a cave. And then figured out they could build their own cave. And then figured out they could keep fire in their own cave. And then figured out they could keep their gatherings in their caves that they built. And then figured out that if they used the seeds from their gatherings in the land by their caves that they built they could do a lot more gathering on land by their caves that they built. Yeah, farming. And then, long story short, they invented religion so the little girls wouldn’t be raped, and writing, so they could keep track of religion and then the greatest thing of all, ballistics. Yeah. Reach out and touch.

So, the hunter gatherers became engineers and lawyers. And it was good. So good that they discovered a whole bunch of other shit. Because they had to. Because getting along and working together beat the hell out of laying around on the savannah, screwing whatever little tutsi passed by with no need for improvement other than outrunning the lions.

Yeah, read it and weep.

And so, when they returned to their motherland, and saw all the free, savage labor, they took it. Because they had not evolved on that plane yet.

And when they saw that it was wrong, they killed each other, destroyed their greatest creation, and spent the next hundred plus years trying to fix it. But it won’t fix.

Because the folks that came from folks that plan and care plan and care. And the folks that were defeated, captured and sold to those mofos, never learned.

The sad part is that Darwin, and Darwinism explains all of this. The sad part is, the mofos that left, have now provided such great sanctity to those that were taken, that those that were taken now demand their right to destroy their offspring in the womb, and that those that left, pay for it. Jesus God, for lack of a better empath.

The saddest part is that both sets are capable of learning. Only thing is, some just won’t learn.

So when I see the young offspring of this fable, scream at a reporter that “White people need to give a damn about black people!”, I can only offer him this.

You need to care about yourself.

Ye Ole Warhorse

14 Apr

If liberals sang me a song, it would be the snippet from yet another to be written (by me) song.

“I hate you like the spider hates the dew. My plans, once out of sight, now sparkle, in plain view.”

Have you watched Hillary of late? She continues to show her face in public. Disgraced from Nixon on, she continues to embarrass herself as though only stupid people count. So many lies, so little time.

First, (and it is a first only in that, this is where we start) she sent her recently (prior to 2012 election) retired #2 from State, Anne Marie Slaughter, onto the progressive’s Saturday Morning Toons show, Up With Chris Hayes, to promote the usual feel good “oh my God, we have to help the downtrodden!!” concept that the refugees fleeing the strife tearing Assad’s feifdom asunder were suffering unbelievable horrors, and that a camp on the Turkish border should be established to allow relief workers access to the needy without fear of being shot, mostly. And then, almost subtly, she allayed that arming the Syrian Rebels might be in order that these refugees be given free passage to the camps, and defended once they got there. So, the need for a plan was promoted.

Fast forward to Sept.11 2012, and an ambassador who had been pleading for security was found dead, sodomized, abandoned on the streets of Libya’s Benghazi, after attempting to forward liberated Libyan armaments to the Syrian Rebels, per State Department, i.e. Clinton’s, plans.

Her ass has lied, promulgated lies, promoted lying and pretended to lie, (oops I bumped my head,) all in efforts to not have to explain why it was that the very phone call, the 3:00 a.m. phone call that only she would be able to ably respond to, was left unanswered. She sure as hell didn’t accept responsibility. “What does it matter?”

Hardly the capable protector we were led to believe.

And then the emails. All of the emails she said would be available through other State Department employees, evidently do not exist.

So, on a night an embassy, or annex compound, was attacked by a military force of such capacity that it seized the flag, the  ambassador and all the classified information present, while defeating a group of able Seals with weapons on full auto, the Secretary of State received nor sent any emails. No “help.” No “Stand Down Damnit!” No “Kiss my ass.”

I tell you, it strains credulity.

Of course, one cannot talk about the emails without talking about the servers. The servers she had installed in her home, outside the domain of the Federal IT protections, leaving every detail ever committed to an email in her name to the voyeurism of the hackers, wherever they may be. Russia. China. Silicon Valley.

But we have no idea, because she had them swept. Cleaner than a baby’s power sprayed behind.

To quote the hitman in “Goodfellas,” delivering the bad news, “there was nothin we could do about it.”

I bet the Russians got some emails.

So why, “Why?” you ask, would the Democrat Party, the mainstream media and the entire internet cheer her announcement like an unrequited bride on the soldier’s return of her still flowered husband?

Because. Because she really doesn’t expect to be president.

Oh, she will put out a video. She only need  to don jumpsuit to tape. She will put her ass in a bus and drive around midwest truck stops and act like she is fully engaged. It doesn’t take much. The press is fawning over her, as expected.

No, she only has to be a target. The Republicans will do the rest. She will gallop from pillar to post, drawing fire, allowing the Red Party to fling every charge possible, practical, probable and provable. She will take the arrows in stride. She might even cry a little, on cue, at the end.

And when she finally can sustain her campaign no longer, she will retire. To her Chappaqua compound on the East Coast to lick her, her, well, her gobs of money. You know, a significant piece of that 2 billion that she raised for the campaign is hers. The War on Women fully unfurled.

But none of that matters, because by the time she heads to that great hunting ground (horse meat factory) she will have served her purpose. She will have taken the bullets, and the arrows, and the insults that will be a catalog, a thesaurus, a freaking world atlas of every nasty, sexist, sallacious, incriminating, (cue thesaurus; i.e. criminal feminine) attack that can be muttered. And those very words and charges (all sustainable) will only prove what a bunch of vagina hating bastards the Republicans are. Cue Elizabeth Warren. Your electorate has been tenderized.

Learning to Fly

2 Feb

Much as I hate to say it, evidently Homeslice can be taught.

Oh, you will never get him to admit it. His haughty jaw can only drop so low. Current events point to the fact that what was a blatant error is being turned to victory.

But why the subterfuge?

First, the lesson. BO removed most of the troops from Bush’s favored combat zones, Iraq and Afghanistan. He immediately watched his former favorite Bush applause whippers return to the Islamic dystopia that is their natural state, sans jackass dictator to keep the sheetheads in line.

Second. Given the geographicality of Iraq and Afghanistan, basically separated by Iran, and the inability of BO to influence Iran’s nuclear ambitions, other than to say, OK, one may get an inkling of the actual truth that was too obscure for America to support. “Uh, yeah. We are gonna load almost a quarter million troops around Iran to prevent them from launching.”

My Dad used to love telling me about the B-52s circling Moscow just outside Soviet Air Space, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, pretending to hide in plain sight, lest whichever Soviet leader see an opening to loose the big one. “Is today the day?” “No, comrade, today is not the day.”

For the entirety of my youth, it worked. The nightmare never came.

And so now, President Obama is working a two, maybe three pronged attack, proving that he can learn, to which I say, “Atta boy!”

The initial part of the strategy involved revitalizing the former blue light that Bush had carefully created, inviting, luring, drawing every radical that wanted to die in the name of Mohammed to Syria. Yeah, the ambassador and the other three brave Americans were but cheese on the trap. In one fell swoop, Obama enabled a new force of Terror, probably armed it, (apologies to the Iraquis who were blamed for arming ISIS, a necessary fib, given that America’s hands would be dirty if caught loading the ISIS trucks from a Libyan ship in a Turkish harbor.)

The next piece involved removing American troops from all fields of fire for at least a moment. And he did that, with just a little overlap as the troops leaving Afghanistan passed the troops coming back to Iraq, but it was only 1300 or so.

Third, it was necessary to get the magnet working. You know the one. The one that Traitor Secretary Kerry revealed in the election, “a magnet drawing radical islamojihadists to the fray..”

And so, there is what is left of Libya, an enemy in Syria, more fascists than one could find in Europe, and a recalcitrant member of the league of nations, Iran, flirting with a nuclear weapon, capable of reaching beyond Israel, by a factor of continental calibrations.

All this time, willingly posing as an impotent fool, losing this battle and that, yielding turf once purchased by blood, sweat and tears, providing cover to allow the pieces to assemble and be made ready.

10,000 more troops have been sent. Maybe as bait. Maybe as a further destruction of the American Military requiring undocumented soldiers to refill the ranks, making that whole Boston Harbor Deux possible as he continues to transform America.

So, here is how it goes. The jihadists will continue to coagulate. Obama will continue to drone them, being careful to manage the population such that it continues to increase in size. (It’s analogous to “reeling em in”) And lastly, convince Bibi of three things.

1.) That the Iranians have in fact gotten their trigger from Russia, as promised.
2.) The Iron Dome will deflect/disarm/destroy any incoming missiles.
3.) The time is now.

A subsequent back door lovers phone call to the mullahs, convincing them that an attack was imminent, and our problems are over. Including those biblically difficult problems, the Jews.

And all this time I thought Obama was a Communist.

Imitating Life

22 Jan

Among the many things that cause me to smfh are the cries of the fans concerning that last minute interception their quarterback threw, again. Forced to choose between being sacked and losing or making a last ditch fling into a crowd that may win the game, I will take the “Fling for 50, Wink” every time. Blessed are those that do, well, something. This is not Hippocratic.

As humans, we seem to have little use for those incredibly evolved devices called forethought and memory. I seem to have spent my fifties waking up to some banalities (previously just inklings) that should have been obvious long ago. One of those wonders is the shifting balance of risk vs. reward, as time grows short.

We saw this drama play out in last weekend’s NFC Championship game between the Green Bay Packers, and the Seattle Seahawks. The Seahawks, at 3 quarters and 11 minutes, still losing by two touchdowns, started taking risks that only apply when time is short and your season is within 4 minutes of expiring. Fourth down passes, on side kicks and Hail Marys become beyond de rigueur to anything less than suicidal is a fail.

It made me long for Marvin Lewis’s Prevent Defense, a strategy familiar to any Friday night cheerleader, willing to give up anything, in order to prevent the score.

And it is this desperation of the midnight hour that is leaving me in a cold sweat.

BO recently delivered his sixth State of the Union. Forgive the man that he did not appear chastened, having just lost his lapdog Harry Reid, and failed to nick the House with the results of the last election. Bush bussed Pelosi in 2007 under a similar set of circumstances. One could even excuse the haughty up thrust chin evoking everyone’s favorite first Socialist, ole  “Freedom From Want,” FDR. Just sayin.

No, beyond the buoyant political barbs and the smarmy idolatry, lies a man with a plan.

At least part of the plan has been public for some time.

BO has made no secret of his desire to fundamentally transform America. He has doubled our debt, put political activists in charge of our healthcare, and used his Justice Department to criminalize the local police. (As of this writing, Wilson is rumored to be off the hook, Ferguson PD, not so much.)

Cloward Pivin’s strategy, to flood the social safety net with illegal immigrants, is well under way, and given California’s recent denouement of their drivers licensure requirements, that is, to issue a license and with it the right to vote, the future of elections in every state that follows suit will vote Democrat, forever.
And so it was that I watched the Pretender in Chief deliver his homily of freebies to the unmathed, or new mathed, that can’t conceptualize that taking from the next generation is not the same thing as “free.”

I really doubt that he can find a way to execute the orders to give away even more of other’s money, but as with Clinton, I am prepared to be amazed.

But the puzzle isn’t about the legislation currently secure with the new Congress, or the Executive Orders that will be issued.

The element that gives me pause, is watching this great country in the hands of a man who is devious and dishonest. A fraud who claims to be many things, that one has to be in a state of denial or part of the the conspiracy to accept. A great country, who in an attempt to right a wrong, to pay a debt that cannot be settled if not forgiven, or just to make things right, hurried the election of a man who used his race for political expedience, even though he has done little to relieve the suffering of the faithful.

That man has entered the fourth quarter of his game. Depending on his view of the goal line and his distance to it, one can only expect the plays to become more dangerous the closer we get to that end. Given that his playbook contains everything from Executive Orders to Nuclear War, (no body said it has to be our nukes, think Iran,) there is no end to the evil that can be unleashed on the world. Given that the end goal, (of any leftwing socialist/communist,) which according to Cloward Pivin, is an economic disruption and reordering, and for BO, who promised fundamental transformation, is in sight, I just wonder how far BO will go to see his obviously anti-individualistic un-American legacy fully inflicted.

Tic toc.