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Publisher’s Note: I could give a shit about Kavanaugh’s bona fides, I know if was nominated by either party, he will simply be a rubber stamp for the Federal government’s maintenance and expansion of power and a continuation of the war against individual liberty. But I am thrilled by the communist mewling and caterwauling over the contretemps it has caused. The same thing happened when Thomas and Bork threaten ted the socialist apple cart in the last century; eerily, the same sexual hysteria and unsubstantiated accusations illuminated those great national discussions.
Kavanaugh will be just as awful as Roberts who suddenly became a raging socialists’ apologist once he donned the poisonous robes of the Supremes.
Strange that the #metoo movement actually means “pound me too”. Go figure.
I do look forward to that miserable commie rat in human guise, the notorious RBG, to assume room temperature and watch the madness unfold again.
‘71 is about the Troubles in Ireland and it follows a British soldier and his travails as he is separated from his unit and has to make his way through Indian country. It pulls no punches and portrays the moral ambiguity that informs every guerrilla conflict when the rising starts to rebel against the occupier.
Black ’47 takes us back 124 years to the southern island when the British version of the Soviet Holdomor during the potato famine proves that the 700 year occupation of Ireland has done the indigenous inhabitants no favors. The British Empire has always been a celebrated vampire nation in the annals of imperial misconduct.
Both films are beautifully lensed with ‘71 the more claustrophobic of the two and the broad gray vistas of Ireland a scene-stealer in Black ’47. The protagonist in the latter movie is a deserting Irish Ranger returning to his devastated homeland. Hugo Weaving does a great star turn as a British soldier who starts to see his path has always been immoral and wrong.
Both are brutal but vivid in the raw portrayals of men bent on revenge with no hope of redemption.
In other news, I no longer profess to be a libertarian, I am now a collapsitarian.
Please continue to provision and train like you are in mortal danger. The Mango Emperor has given you a few years to catch up. -BB
“Manliness consists not in bluff, bravado or loneliness. It consists in daring to do the right thing and facing consequences whether it is in matters social, political or other. It consists in deeds not words.”
“We are, each of us, alone. And this is the first law of masculinity. And it is the most important law. Your value is equal to the value which you bring to the tribe. We are not equal. You are not special. Respect is earned, not given. Your brothers will not love you unconditionally for who you are, just being yourself. They will criticise you, push you to your limits, bring out the best in you, and give you their respect when earned. And this isn’t shocking at all. This is common knowledge to any man. Your childhood is over. The boy is dead. It’s time to be a man for the rest of your life.”
The Kavanaugh circus has once again focused all of us who are morally sober to see the unhinged and absolutely barking mad behavior of the current crop of economically illiterate communists. Every generation has their own brain-dead collectivist army here in America since Lincoln put us all on the plantation.
The latest variant of this happens to be a resurrection of the zombie Temperance Union battalions of alcohol prohibitionists switching to their version of the “he said-she said” variety of sexual encounters where estrogen fever-dreams become reality. In this case, the Democrats broke out the big guns and dragooned all the government supremacist floozies they could muster. Amazingly, none of the amnesiac women-folk could get their stories straight.
Not for want of trying.
On a more serious note, it is time to remind all the men in your life whether family or friends that there is a serious threat to every facet of their lives.
I have been practicing the Pence Rule for ages. The stunt-double for Race Bannon from Johnny Quest has famously said he will never dine or be alone with a woman who isn’t his wife.
Don’t even do it at work or anywhere for that matter, no exceptions.
This is yet the next salvo in the war on masculinity; toxic masculinity. The same toxic masculinity that has been standing on the ramparts of civilization and barbaric enclaves for generations, nay millennia. The fairer sex (I said it!) has long enjoyed the protection and the provision of the masculinists. Now they see it as a threat, of course.
The war on masculinity has an important component, it seeks the extinction of free moral agency and destruction of the will to confront those in power and dethrone them whoever they may be. The masculine impulse tends to an individualist impulse; mind you, there are now women of both sexes so the notion has gotten diluted.
There is a reason there is an estrogen deficit in the liberty ‘verse. There tend be many fewer women in the libertarian enclaves than men. Not saying all the men are masculinists of the normal persuasion since the geek quotient among libertarians is legendary. But the number of women who seek the stateless society are fewer than the number of men (as opposed to males who seem to gravitate to the collectivist end of the political and philosophical spectrum).
There is nothing wrong with being a masculine man.
And there is not always a rough texture to the notion of being a man and a gentleman:
Paul Murray: “I saw myself as reviving a certain mode of life, a mode that had been almost lost: the contemplative life of the country gentleman, in harmony with his status and history. In Renaissance times they had called it sprezzatura. The idea was to do whatever one did with grace, to imbue one’s every action with beauty, while at the same time making it look quite effortless. Thus, if one were to work at, say, law, one should raise it to the level of an art; if one were to laze, then one must laze beautifully. This, they said, was the true meaning of being an aristocrat.”
Masculinity and gentlemanly comportment make for a man who can be held in esteem and not contempt like the modern critique would have us think.
My three sons are masculine athletic men, my middle son came in first place recently in a strongman competition in the inland NW. He’s a hell of chess player too. My youngest son is in the Marines (for now) and my oldest is an avid outdoorsman and amateur climber.
All the boys were home educated and home grown living a Huck Finn boys life around the world while I was in the Legions and then we retired to Idaho (I have since moved).
If you have boys and men in your life, sit them down and have a talk; warn them that are forces in society aligned against them not only because they are boys and men but because they just are. The very possession of their sex is an invitation to a woman to ruin their lives irreparably with nothing more than rumor and innuendo.
Take the appropriate precautions to not even provide any hint or perception of impropriety.
The war on men is real.
Brace for impact.
“The knight is a man of blood and iron, a man familiar with the sight of smashed faces and the ragged stumps of lopped-off limbs; he is also a demure, almost maiden-like, guest in a hall, a gentle, modest, unobtrusive man. He is not compromise or happy mean between ferocity and meekness; he is fierce to the nth and meek to the nth. The man who combines both characters – the knight – is not a work of nature but of art; of that art which has human beings, instead of canvas or marble, for its medium.”