You thought I was just blowing smoke when I talked, the other day, about how the press always propagandized in favor of Hamas and their cohorts. "As usual, the Fungus is yammering about bias in the press, blah blah."
It sounds to me as if the Isralei military correctly identified that building as 100% a Hamas asset, and knocked it over, and too damned bad about the propagandists inside. And I think it was move that's well justified by the facts.
In that same bit the other day, I said, "Apparently Israel is sick of the Palestinians. I can't say I blame them." Some folks think it's a good idea to rid the world of Hamas entirely and I can't say I blame them, either.
"Hamas is the worst enemy of the Palestinian people."
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So, Wuhan Flu vaccine trials in animals were stopped. Why? Because the animals kept DYING.
This is why the manufacturers of the things have been given immunity from prosecution or lawsuit for ill effects that come from the vaccines. The test animals kept dying, and they have rights that neither you nor I have.
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I was going just to read this Rotten Chestnuts post and not comment, but a couple of paragraphs hit me the right way:
It will always be the case that "authentic Marxism" is whatever the ruling class needs it to be; there will be no shortage of rabbis to intellectualize the necessary changes. ... The Soviets were willing to tolerate the sloppiest possible "workmanship" in their "consumer" goods, because those just go to the workers, so who gives a shit? Pound screws in with sledgehammers; mix concrete with sand; and if it all falls apart tomorrow, who cares? The Five Year Plan quota has been fulfilled,...The whole thing is worth reading. It actually begins with an update that mentions a big history book being canceled because it doesn't talk about enough black historians, not even after the author added 72 pages' worth of discussions of black historians. The writer had been given an advance of $350k, but the publisher pulled out after the book was done and he'd added the additional 72 pages' worth of material. (And I can't help but wonder how much of the advance he got to keep? He spent a decade on writing this book, so that works out to $35k per year.)
But the Ruling Class needed tanks and planes and whatnot that actually worked, so while nobody cared what they got up to at People's Heavy Tractor Manufactory #409 in Krasnoyarsk, the factories building the MiGs needed to be on the ball. Those workers, though no different on paper than any other Soviet Heroes of Labor, got all kinds of officially verboten shit like "regular paychecks" and "benefits packages" and, in general, "incentives." Those guys weren't just laboring for the love of the Rodina and the Collected Works of Marx and Engels; they got paid, because the plane damn well better be able to fly.
As our totally legitimate, not at all fraudulent President, Joe Biden, has made abundantly clear, there shall be no concessions to Reality inside the American Empire. The Pox will be promoted to the highest levels, and since the first thing a Pox does when promoted is to replace all the White people with other Pox, it won't be too long until mission-critical stuff--the stuff the overclass needs to maintain its own rule; hell, to maintain its indoor plumbing--will start to collapse. Marxists always had a way out of this, which is why officially Communist regimes like China continue to function reasonably well.
There's no way around #Woke though, no Book upon which the rabbis can perform their hermeneutical magic. They can't let go of the tiger, but they can't change their grip, either...and that grip is rapidly slipping.
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That dovetails with my next thought.
So, it's Sunday. I need to do our taxes today. Bad me for putting them off so long but it's always a royal pain in the ass (regardless of how we do it) and part of me objects to the entire idea of an income tax in the first place.
I used to be a lot more understanding about taxes. Our government needs money to function, after all, right? But that was back in the 1980s, when we had a legitimate government. Back before the Gangster Party existed. Okay, income tax was taking money out of my pocket, but the government uses that money to pay for things--some that I like, many that I didn't--but my faith in the republican system of government was such that I could accept the necessity.
Even as late as the Clinton years, I still viewed taxation as something that should be minimized but which was nonetheless necessary. Especially since the 1995 congress had fixed many of the problems with the welfare system, it looked like things were getting fixed.
Yeah, and then 2000 came around, and the republicans started acting like democrat-lite, and stopped trying to keep spending in check, and started lying to their voters about what they were going to do if only they had enough seats in congress/senate/supreme court/white house, only every time they got what they said they needed, it just wasn't enough after all and "we'll get 'em next year". Only when the next year came, they didn't. Ever.
I became disgusted enough to stop calling myself a republican--years ago, before Trump's candidacy was even a rumor--but although it chafed a bit I was still approximately neutral on the idea of paying taxes. I didn't hate it, but I didn't like it, and I was getting sick of the bullshit, but it's something everyone's got to do, right?
Well, here it is, 2021. And we have Nov 20, 2020, and Jan 6, 2021, and Jan 20, 2021, to consider. We have totally legitimate president Biden, and the FBI arresting people and putting them in jail without bail because they were seen inside the capitol building on 1/6. Actual political prisoners, believe it or not. The looming threat of "vaccine passports" and a near-total shutdown of freedom of movement over a virus which is only slightly more deadly than the annual flu. Federalization of voting law and increased, extra-legislative incursions against the right to self-defense. Four months into the Biden presidency, we've gone from a robust economy to the Carter Malaise years, complete with gasoline rationing and double-digit inflation. Only this time, the government is claiming that there is no inflation and there's plenty of gasoline.
I am not able to do anything but to file the tax form and follow the law. I am a married man, and anything I do in protest is likely to affect not just me, but my wife, who did not sign on for the consequences of political posturing. But for the first time in my life I am not willingly filing my taxes, but begrudgingly, even angrily. I'll do it, and I'll do it right, and I won't fudge any numbers, because I don't cheat--but I sure as hell resent having to do it.
Of course the gangsters don't care how I feel about it, as long as I obey, but I don't think they understand why that attitude is self-defeating. I know I'm not the only one who feels like this; if I have learned anything since I started paying attention to the world around me, it's that far from being unique, my attitudes and opinions are shared by a great majority of Americans. People who cannot afford to pay the price for pointless gestures, not because of their own well-being, but because of the well-being of those to whom they are responsible.
The gangster party and its regime in DC can maintain power right now because there are so many of us who have too much to lose, and we can look at the odds and see how well-stacked they are against us. But this is where the "riding the tiger" metaphor comes in; to maintain control the gangster party must do things, things the people won't like--and at some point they're going to take one step too far. And if I know any history at all, that one step will be followed by two or three more, partly out of overweening arrogance ("we can make this work because we're the smartest people ever!"), partly out of momentum ("if we do A, we have to do B, and might as well do C"), and partly out of necessity ("if we don't, we're screwed right now").
And that will be it for "the consent of the governed".
Those steps too far will wreck the people who cannot revolt without suffering disproportionate consequences, and will leave them in a position where the only thing they can do is to revolt. In that last parenthetical statement, "we're screwed" equals "we're hanging from lampposts by sundown." That first step too far will be that bad. What form it takes, though, is impossible for me to predict. I only know it's coming.
And it's going to be bad. I don't want it. Anyone who thinks I am advocating for armed rebellion, revolt, insurrection, or anything of the sort does not understand my position, here. I am one man, who knows next to nothing about fighting (armed or otherwise) and who wishes only to be left alone to do his own thing. I know that a nation in revolt is a terrible place to live; I crave peace and quiet and pleasant times of ordinary life, not war and privation and brutality and horror. If there is anything I like better than a peaceful Sunday afternoon with the windows open and kids playing across the street and the sound of birds and someone mowing his grass--and nothing else but the rattling of my keyboard--then I am not sure what it is. A simple life for a simple man. And I'm not unique.
But they will take that step too far; they cannot help themselves. Even they don't know what that step is, where the breaking point will be; they think they're smart enough to deal with the consequences of taking that step when it happens, but while they think they're completely on top of everything, they can't know which step it is. I think their overreaction to the Jan 6 nonsense is evidence of that; I think the gangster party actually thought they'd put their foot in it. They were expecting a small crowd of crisis actors, people they'd paid to be there. Instead they had this, and even though the people were unarmed and peaceful, their presence scared the politicians because they weren't supposed to have gotten to this point yet!
A lot of people will--with great reluctance--be forced into action they didn't want even to contemplate. That's why I pleaded with the democrats to let the thing go, send the appropriate people to jail, and to get on with life. It's not going to go the way they think it will; it's going to mean an abundance of violence and horror before it's done.
It's like Rotten Chestnuts said: "They can't let go of the tiger, but they can't change their grip, either...and that grip is rapidly slipping."
I wish I could say otherwise; I wish I could look at the facts as they stand right now and say, "Nope, not happening, because X and Y and Z, and we're going to pull out of this." Total power is within their reach; they won't give up on it now. They think they've got it in the bag, and the only obstacle remaining is enacting a bare handful of policies wich were, previously, politically impossible. They need only to set the stage correctly, to "get their message out" in the right words, and enough people will go along with it that they can make it happen. They won't make the mistakes that the last gang did, they'll do it right! It'll work fine and then everyone will come to see the truth that was obvious all along, and it'll all be because they're so much smarter than the naysayers.
...and they are hopelessly, hopelessly wrong.
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The bit about paying my taxes had originally been meant to be a coda to this post but it kind of...grew, so now I'm going to have to think of something else.
Went to the mother-in-law's house yesterday for a belated celebration of Mother's Day, and we watched Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood, which is a Quentin Tarantino movie about a has-been western actor and his stunt double best friend, and I was really surprised by the fact that I didn't hate it.
In general, Tarantino's work doesn't do anything for me. I dislike directors whose ouerve depends heavily on violence, and random sampling has demonstrated that his work is not to my taste, at all.
Still, this was a surprise, in that the violence was confined tightly to one scene. Better, Brad Pitt's role was a surprise in that the character seemed to have principles and morals, and wasn't presented as some kind of ridiculous prude for refusing the advances of an underage girl. Of course, the movie was set in 1969.
Even so, it was obvious that Tarantino can't direct an interesting movie without violence, because for the first hour it was like watching paint dry. He was able to make us care about his characters right away, but for that first hour I was constantly wondering, Okay, when does the story start? Mostly, it seemed like this was a nostalgia piece for Baby Boomers: Man, remember what California was like in the sixties, man?
Well, it wasn't a bad movie, either. I liked the protagonists. It had some genuine laughs in it, too. I'd call it a "C" effort, I think.
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Tomorrow is Monday. *sigh*