(0436) Morning all, good long sleep, hope yours was or will be. (0605)
4. Emily Neumann on Gab
How Demonrats dirty the clean and worthy:
”The Laken Riley Act is already up to 49 amendments proposed by various Senators. Amendment #36 submitted by Senator Durbin seeks to add the Dream Act of 2025 to the bill, including legal dreamers (children of E-1, E-2, H-1B, and L-1 workers) who have been in the US since Jan. 1, 2021, were under 18 when they were brought to the US, and are attending school…..”
3. IYE quoted the Donald
”This EPIC ceasefire agreement could have only happened as a result of our Historic Victory in November, as it signaled……”
… and of course, Biden then claimed it as his own, days before the “peaceful transition”, with flags at halfmast.
2. Andy on the night shift at 938
Tales of mysterious Cornwall:
JH: Morning Cloud? The yacht which died of shame?
1. Steve at 938
Four: Johnson says flags raised, unit to get Trump at all costs, O’Keefe, much more…..
Three: Pam Bondi is everywhere, Megyn Kelly (boyspace ha ha), more…..
Two: ATACMS, Lavrov, Greenland & Crimea, Cuba, much more…..
There are three models or scenarios I like to describe our human situation:
a. That one from MMutR who used the canal or riverboat idea heading downstream … far from travelling down the middle or within a lane slightly to one side, the craft crashes first all the way over to the left, realises it’s in a mess, so swings across to the right bank, crashing into everything there. Does it then learn and resume down the middle? Does it hell … it crashes over to the left again … red … blue .. red … blue … and so it goes on.
b. The model used here a few times to describe the Unherdables group of sites … lighthouse, carpark, tavern, chapel, stables, outhouses etc. etc.
c. One I’ve used a few times now … originally from the Chris Rea idea of Road to Hell, it incorporates the notion of the road to hell broad and wide, paved with good intentions.
To paint the picure in words, imagine you’re headed up a gentle slope, sometime undulating, asphalt paved, safe edges, plenty of roadhouses along the way. We’re on the left side of the hill, the town being over the ridge and down the other side to the left, we dan see the glow of town lights in the sky.
This broad road up is curving left and after the ridge, will plunge downwards, sloping left down to the town below. People are dotted along the road at different points for miles, those nearer the top with a better overview, therefore understand differently to to those still further down the hill.
Near the top of the ridge is a fork but not an alternative road, rather a ramshackle path suddenly headed up to the right, through brambles, wild animals, it’s slippery, treacherous but there seems to be some light up that way all the same.
Only a few hardy souls are tackling it, most of humanity thinks that’s a crazy idea when the town’s so near now after the easy climb … they sweep over the ridge, and plunge down left towards the town and all its vice dens. The strange people picking their way up that steep hill to the right though have started helping one another over the tough bits.
What happens once you realise
… that the psychos above have fallen completely now … way past any sort of ethics, morality, any sort of compunction … in fact they’re getting a kick from all this … this power over little people, the power to make their lives a misery.
This is now way beyond mafia run towns, even PPPs, this now has a global conflagration feel to it … it possesses pathetic people like the Starmer type, Rachel from Accounts, that Tulip … the morally compromised but ambitious non-comps sitting in judgment over us all. How?
Designed to be like that, wasn’t it? Slowly, over time, clandestinely. People flatly refuse to call it diabolically driven … they recoil from such “out there” observations … those with brains though face the next hurdle … how to actually stop these bstds before they utterly destroy the earth, all life, all grass and trees … hellbent on pursuing some ideological utopia which of course is dystopia.
Flatly refusing to see a simple logic … if you want to stop a power so massive, so patient, so intertwined, so funded, in every country in the world … then shirley the only way is an equal or stronger force for good acting to snuff the dark side out or at least to somewhat protect the ordinary person.
Everyone knows where this is going … and no one wants to go there.
Back to the burning town below (AnonCon in blogrolls):
The essential thing was, though it was NZ and Oz respectively in the satire, the themes were universal … and therefore prescient … they would hold up in another country, even in another era. To my mind, as with Defoe, Swift and Python … that is the highest form of satire.
There is no sane, genuinely sustainable energy policy … just markets and insanity:
… if the Donald is indeed serious about it, is a vast task, as it’s not just the players, is it … it’s the complete restructuring of even the way govt central to local is organised … this is brought out nicely in the episode of Clarke and Dawe which follows this post. It’s getting everyone who is involved to start even thinking differently as to what’s normal and logical.
And those who’ve invested everything, all their working lives, to restructuring things such that the shekels fall into their coffers are not going to take kindly to Trump/Hegseth’s “peace through strength” … it makes no big money through human misery.
“In the second part, Benz starts to explain the scale of Donald Trump’s task of deconstructing the Deep State and its censorship ‘mercenaries’, not least because of the mutation of democracy into institutional consensus building and imposition, suiting these interests but no longer representing the will of the people. He continues this discussion using as an example of the US’s control over Ukraine’s supposed democracy in this third part.”
I can only refer back to the Clarke and Dawe piece later … nail … head.
Which brings us to women themselves and Gillibrand yesterday in the Senate. It’s deep in female genes to get hold of an idea of what’s good and bad … she then fearlessly chases her notion of good, allowing nothing to stand in her way.
If you can get her to start supporting something through a sort of linking up of feelgood phrases … the Woke mind virus … you can get her supporting all sorts of wrong … vehemently … like a heat seeking missile … and so she acts like Patty Hearst, Meinhof, the girl at Beslan happy to mass murder for a cause … every aborting late teen as a lifestyle choice … if you are so evil you’d organise it to appeal to all the wrong things in a female … you’re a Charles Manson or Jim Jones.
Such monsters know that ladies have just gotta be part of the action, depending on what the action is at the time … its in her genes to do so … love in a cottage, the male ideal? No way, Jose.
A woman who marries, has children, is running a home economy, is protecting her patch … she’s the sort that this blogger immerses himself in … you see them quoted the whole time and there’s one of women’s core strengths right there … getting messages out articulately. If those are good women, dedicated to holding good things together, knowing their limitations, not some stoopid bint having 1027 men in 12 hours … yes, very sad case … then things fall into place, start going well.
Here are some perfect examples on the question of women in the front line, in charge of ships, organisations (LA fire dept) … posted by women:
Why is it so hard to get esp. young, unmarried, childless (at that point) females to see reason? One answer is that they’re so physically adept … I’ve seen, you’ve seen, young females do astounding things with their bodies … gymnastics, dance, with a ball, whatever … sheer class.
Plus feminazism dictates that girls must NEVER concede limits, coz “they’re every bit as good, if not better, blah blah” … and in certain ways … the female is simply not … esp. in perception, peripheral vision etc. Gals are just different.
Part of that is fearlessness … yep, I was too as a child, understood not what could actually happen. Not now, matey.
… and a very good war room it is too but, apart from that darling Danielle (Alberta) at Mar-a-Lago, the one which really bought my eye was bleedin’ Gillibrand, the utter nutter:
“Unhinged Leftists Interrupt and Shut Down Pete Hegseth’s Nomination Hearing – Including Code Pink Communists – They Want Their Wars!”
IYE followed with something nice, coming up in Wed 3 if it “takes”, if it works.
1. Nice picture in the sidebar
I wonder what could be special today across the Pennines? Could we possibly be returning soon to lush, verdant greenery?
And summer minutiae?
Crafting flowers after the snowflakes?
Not dropping any hints today as to whose birthday this might be … suffice it to know our gals are very special here … in fact a little bird told me one sent the other a message.
(2201) Can’t see any middle of the night post this time … cunning plan is to signpost here some of the massive amount of reading and watching at 937 today, and the other items in the first post tomorrow.
24. One more
23. Andy
Here we go again, Bovine Apocalypse II soon to be on general release.
22. IYE at 937
“This is one of the best moments from the Hegseth hearing.”
21. Steve at 937
Five: Jack Smith Report, Ron DeSantis Call, Banning Transgender, Sarah Champion, more…..
Four: Hegset, Gillibrand crazy, more…..
Three: Uke sit-rep, Trump, Rutte, much more…..
Two: Alito, technocracy, AfD, much more…..
One: Cancer, Big Pharma, Greenland, Danielle, much more…..
(2003) In a break from HQ “tradition”, here’s a piece based on Ruairidh’s “Utopia”, concerning not just BA’s break from national tradition itself but the tale of the complete pig’s breakfast it became once its national identity died. What’s more, I’m running it in three places … here, at OoL and at Jstack … on the grounds that it is important enough for this nation supposedly known as “Britain” for it to appear in three places. First the youtube:
Long ago, I was part of various educational curricula which sold a particular brand … a “British” education, and that included in other countries where it was known as EFL and other acronyms, complete with examination systems which the world valued.
Interesting, upon my return, to see that Jack Straw’s loathing for the “English” would be embraced by anyone at all within “England”, esp. those enjoying her benefits, along with Blair’s loathing, Brown’s, Sturgeon’s etc. History is history and the Irish and Scots do have a historical case imho, to be not all that enamoured of the English but then there was the Barnett formula and the West Lothian question, was there not?
It was the “British” army, it was pretty clear that the mass of regions within regions … well where is the line drawn? The line of national consciousness? Does this land really want another Wars of the Roses? Really? Another ’45? I only have one flag in this place, can’t remember where now but it’s the St George’s Cross. In day to day affairs, I’m mainly dealing with those thinking of themselves as British, though some think of themselves as Scouser or Mancunian or even Salopian.
Judging by the Scottish referendum, sufficient people subscribed to “Britishness” to make day to day living and travel, even fighting abroad a “doable” thing, a workable concept … it had been Rule Britannia ruling the waves rather than Rule Anglia, though in Russia I was called Anglichanan and the Americans keep using the term English … no argument from me but within these shores, British is a workable concept.
What it is not is a Caliphate, nor a type of Punjab and in fact, no one was more “British” than the non-Brit coming in through “the right channels” … Somerset Maugham touched on it all in Mr. Know-All:
“ “I am Mr. Kelada,” he added, with a smile that showed a row of flashing teeth, and sat down.
“Oh, yes, we’re sharing a cabin, I think.”
“Bit of luck, I call it. You never know who you’re going to be put in with. I was jolly glad when I heard you were English. I’m all for us English sticking together when we’re abroad, if you understand what I mean.”
I blinked.
“Are you English?” I asked, perhaps tactlessly.”
I looked up the name Kelada … Egyptian, Indian, African, somewhere around there. The last thing Mr. Kelada would have wanted, I’m sure, is that pig’s breakfast on the tail of what should have been, in everyone’s mind, a British aircraft. The word “Chatham” for the Concorde’s livery was a black joke in itself … associated with destroying “Britishness” … ruled from Davos … yet the livery was readily identifiable as British.
What do you feel about Alice Weidel or Christine Anderson in Germany? I feel close to them, also Kassandra in Greece, Mandy Gall in Ireland … they’re loyal to their people … MAGA too. Subrosa in Scotland. Doonhamer, it goes on.
Those I feel not the least close to are those trying to wreck our respective identities, e.g. this EU excrescence. And the ones coming up with those awful tailfin designs for BA would have been better strangled at birth.
The Woke left mind virus is insidious, is it not? What you can never explain to them is that we’re already global in friendship on our side of the ledger, without claiming their land as part of some global, muddy mish mash mess. Artificial. Contrived. Like Net Zero.
(1545) Almost evening all. (1650) Violins at the ready, chaps and chapesses … then I’ll begin self-whinging. You see, noble lords and ladies … I missed the 3 a.m. to dawn sleep altogether, am paying big time now. At 937, there are Steve, IYE, Andy, Doonhamer (missed anyone?) and I can’t focus on text … cream-crackered. Can lie back and listen to Grifty though (up till 2:30 so far … very, very good, she’s outraged, ha ha). There were funny things on X too. But signpost from here? Not without three hours kip first, kool kats. Steve’s about to start and I can hardly see. See ya t’other side of shuteye, ok? (1658)
