They’re just bloody wogs.
The sun will never set on Pax Americana.
They’re just bloody wogs.
The sun will never set on Pax Americana.
Think how to use them in your situation.
“Political correctness is communist propaganda writ small. In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, nor to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is to co-operate with evil, and in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”
Thanks to you, Karl, for all of the work you did.
It is appreciated.
UPDATE 2010EST 1 APRIL 2015: Got me. Sorry for taking the April Fool’s bait.
Or the Cuomo Blues.
Or the Malloy Blues.
Or the Inslee Blues.
The game is simply advance to contact, and then dare them to shoot you dead.
If they shoot, you are a martyr.
If they don’t, they are impotent.
…Understand no matter what the politicians, feminists, journalists and professors tell you, it’s not true. Their promises and your dreams that were based in them are never going to come to fruition. So no matter how comforting and ego-protecting it is today, if you believe them and make life decisions based on them, you will ruin your life. And not just by failing to achieve dreams that were never achievable in the first place, but the sheer torment you’ll endure that is caused by the anger, confusion, frustration, stress and grief of living a lie (again, imagine the daily torment people with “Masters in English” are suffering in the labor market or women who believe they could “have it all” are suffering in the dating/marriage market)…
These are the good old days.
Also known as “your last chance to get your head on straight”.
(H/t Comrade Ushanka)
That’s crazy talk right there.
Unfortunately for those of us into COMINT, everything is going digital. The stock COTS solution is a P25 police scanner averaging $400-$500US each. A P25 police scanner, however, will not decode DMR/MOTOTRBO, NXDN, and D-STAR. DMR/MOTOTRBO and NXDN are used extensively in the business/industrial sector. D-STAR is seeing increasing use on the amateur radio bands.
Or you can just resign yourself to more beatings from your abusive spouse.
Or you can try to reform him by reference to the marriage vows and your oaths thereupon.
Good luck with that.
Blockade and starve everything north of I-80, west of the Indiana line, and east of I-355.
While at the same time scourging Springfield.
UPDATE 0855EDT 31 MAR 2015: Steelworkers too!
From over the transom:
Two Sundays in a row, I figure that I truly ought to have been in Church, being a sinner and needing all the Redemption I can get. Every minute in those classes (AR basic & IPC) was time well spent, however.
In lieu of the inspirations we’d have likely gotten were we instead in the Lord’s House, I came upon this passage early Sunday that I considered appropriate to the occasion. I pitched Sam the idea of a brief diversion, but he said “Negatory, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.”
Perhaps after reading this (and the rest of the original), he’ll be otherwise inclined next time around.
“You effect the growing of the corn, but everything you effect, everything you do, has its effect upon you. The growing of the corn, and Mother Earth, have more effect on you, so that you are Pablo- a part of Her birthing and Her growing and Her fruiting. Her gentleness, Her everlasting life and living. You will live forever, Pablo. Be glad you no comprendes the storms that move across the currents above Mother Earth; for the storms come con fiero, with ferocity grande, but die quickly. They too are a necesidad, but they do not live long. So it is with Josey Wales.”
“And you?” Pablo whispered after a long time. “What are you, Chato?”
The vaquero laughed softly. “Me? I am the tumbleweed that rolls with the wind. And, niño?”
“If you do not sleep, and fall asleep tomorrow in the saddle when you are needed, Josey will shoot you. When I can see and count the spines on yonder cactus, we will ride.”
Pablo crawled back to his saddle. He lay for a long time watching the stars that winked between the scudding clouds. For the first time in his life, he was glad he was Pablo. The words of the vaquero stirred something backward through time, before his people had been yoked by the Spanish. He felt Indian.
Against his back Mother Earth felt alive. Her rains were holier than the water flicked upon him from the pot of the Spanish priest. Vaguely, drifting into sleep, he wondered if the vaquero was a pagan priest from long ago. He slept deep, and was not troubled.
Here endeth the reading.
That’s a passage from chapter 6 of Forrest Carter’s “The Vengeance Trail of Josey Wales, sequel to “Gone To Texas” (upon which the movie “The Outlaw Josey Wales” is tightly based). Pablo Gonzalez is a peon, a person of no importance, who has but one arm; the other was hacked off so that he could continue as a farmer but such that he would not make a good soldier nor martyr. He had witnessed the Rurales’ brutality in Santo Rio and was invited to ride with Josey and Chato on the trail of vengeance, and to hopefully rescue Ten Spot, who’d been abducted. Rose, Kelly, and Melina were all dead.
Chato is the vaquero, and can ride and tend cattle as well as he can fight and kill. He lives by the same code as Josey and is considered by Josey (and Laura Lee, Granma, Lone Watie, and Little Midnight) as their “kinfolk”.
Josey is the man whose word carries the iron of life and death, iron that no signed paper can carry. In the comments of the WRSA blog, recently, there was some brief discussion regarding the movie dialog, and I made it a point to look up the author and the book. I wanted to see how much of that dialog (and story) came from the original.
Rough calculation: about 98%.
Some internet references tried to paint Carter dismissively as simply a racist, so I guessed that perhaps that squirrel(!) was intended to dog-whistle patriots away from the story (which turned out to be, thankfully, stories plural). And the writing turned out to be very non-racist, and extremely reflective of our current storms coming con fiero, with ferocity grande.
The Confederacy and the despicable Union. The political shenanigans cloaked in benevolence. War. The guerrilla. The Comanche. The Apache. And the Cherokee. The displaced and swindled and the scorched earth. The Mexicans and the Spanish and the Indians. Great and honorable men engulfed and slaughtered by the wicked. Treaties and laws chiefed by the double-tongue. This is a story of who we are, and what we face. Just as then and very soon again, the concept of kin will be redefined, and refined.
I am Pablo, and I am Chato, and I am Josey Wales, alone, a guerilla fighter.
You may be, too.
I highly recommend everyone prioritize this two-book set to the top of their reading lists.
As great as the movie is, the book is greater still.
You would not make peace with the blue-coats.
Get some rest, and don’t fall asleep in the saddle.
Well done to Max and all involved.
To all of the rest of us:
Lose your illusions.
A reader sends:
As an exercise in analysis, I offer the following thoughts on the NPFD communication exercise planned for the near future:
1 – activate as many freefor communication nodes for potential inventory of numbers and geographic distribution
2 – provide a venue for testing field gear and procedures (setup, power, antennas, etc)
3 – positively publicize force numbers as an inspiration to others and potential deterrent to opfor
4 – validate wrsa as a valuable information source for force coordination
5 – avoid security compromise of participants
1 – operational experience for logistics and support functions
2 – unification of procedures in message handling
3 – morale boost in recognizing strength in numbers (“we are not alone”)
1 – since critical information (time, freq) cannot be securely dispatched to an unknown number of participants (absent FTF vetting), the exercise WILL assume opfor monitoring
2 – participant security is only assured by geographic uncertainty (unless really outstanding, widespread, and rapid opfor DF capability is assumed)
3 – security may be compromised by use of FCC callsigns, as the database is open and includes names and physical addresses
*example – sparks31’s new location in the Redoubt was identified in 10 min of internet searching*
4 – CFR 97.119 forbids transmitting on amateur frequencies without an identifying callsign at the end of each transmission – penalties are not specified; however, past history records prosecution of only sustained and flagrant violations with monetary penalties
5 – participants in NPFD may be at risk of identification as domestic security threat
Potential courses of action
1 – accept risk of monitoring and identification as participation in open radio nets is prima facie legal
2 – monitor only without transmitting and followup with secure email report
3 – use alternative, properly formatted callsign from “inactive” subset of FCC database and general geographic identifier (state only or state quadrant “NE Utah”)
4 – #3 plus portable or mobile operation to handicap/defeat opfor DF
5 – #4 plus no co-located active traceable cellphone
Risk/benefit analysis at the discretion of participant