Wednesday, June 2, 2021

I am not, and never will be an Ally

Fuck that shit. That word is polluted at this point. I will not support degeneracy, nor will I enable mental illness, and that is what that word means now. You want to actually help people, tell them the truth. Not their truth, which is just another way to gaslight someone into believing your lies, but THE truth, because there is only one. And the truth is that homosexuals are degenerates, anyone claiming to be another gender is insane, and mutilation of your body to match your "brain" is a surefire way to permanently ruin your life.

I write this for nothing else to give hope to that person who sees the ruination out in the world, is bombarded with lies, and feels that they are alone. You aren't. Especially this month, you aren't alone. This will be a safe place for those who see the truth as it is. Now and forever.

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

We were in the presence of greatness, we will not come this way again

 Rush Limbaugh died today. I know there are legions of pieces of shit out there rejoicing in this news. These"people" are dead to me. They are dead to millions of Americans. And tomorrow when they gaslight us with calls for unity the knives will just get sharper. But this post isn't about those pieces of shit.

I know that there is plenty of anger here, and elsewhere on the internet. It is my reaction to being gaslit. I struggle with responding any other way. But there was a place that one could go to where you could see another way. I won't sully it by calling it a "safe space". That term is forever sullied. But for three hours a day, Monday through Friday, you could hear a joyful warrior. You could hear someone repeat what you told yourself when no one was listening. And that made it alright. The Rush Limbaugh show was our window into the best of us. We mentored, we learned, we held bake sales, we got "our talking points" each and every day. What he said wasn't right because he said it, he said it because it was right. 

I was educated by Rush, mentored by him, and even though I never met him, I would consider him my friend. And there are millions who have the same experience. And for touching and teaching all of those people, in Rush's own words, he considered for a moment that his work was a failure. Rush for many years often stated that he wouldn't retire until every person in America agreed with him. It was this moment of human weakness that we so rarely get to see in our heroes that made Rush even more special to us. The spread of communism and leftism that had poisoned our nation was what he worked against remains strong and in control of so much of our country. I remember listening to him tell us that he felt like a failure because he wasn't able to defeat it.

Now, I know that I felt what so many others did when Rush spoke those words. Rush had touched our lives, was THE pioneer for conservative and alternative media which is our tool to claw back our country and civilization from these forces of evil. He had done so much, fought so hard, and accomplished things at such a lofty heights that no one would have believed him if they told him at 18 years old that he would do them all. This is a man who will have former (and quite possibly current) heads of state of the most powerful nations on planet Earth come to pay their respects at his funeral, who in a moment of weakness in front of nearly 40 million people considered what he had done wasn't enough. But the joyful warrior returned, when one of us ditto heads brought him back to see how we saw him. 

That moment was the core of his humility. That was something that the leftist fuckheads never understood, since that truly among the virtues is truly foreign to them. Its a big part of the reason why they could (and never will) have a Rush of the left, that has such a connection to his audience. Rush was a complicated man, that we all knew. He often said that you couldn't lie on the radio, not for three hours a day, five days a week, for 30 years. When his wife came onto his show today to tell us our Rush had died, a moment that we all knew was coming but remained unprepared for happened, and many of us openly weeped.

I listened to Rush and read his Limbaugh Letter from the beginning of my formative years. I listened to him, like so many others, in the car with my old man, then on my radio during college, and through the internet when I couldn't listen during his broadcast hours. There were years when my listening was lean, others when I wouldn't miss an episode. And each time I left, when I returned it was as though I was coming home. I was listening when many of Rush's "controversies" occurred, and knew instantly that the media lied about them, since I listened firsthand when they occurred. I bought the tea, the children's books, his first books from the 90's (one of which I first borrowed from my Grandpa and never returned), and watched his TV show. While I would thank Rush for everything that he has done for me if I had ever met him in person, he would beat me to the punch in thanking me for just being part of his audience.

I know that Rush will never see this. I am relatively certain that no member of his family will as well. I'm not the joyful warrior that Rush taught us to be. Sometime I wish that I was, especially now since we have a giant Rush sized hole in ourselves now. I am listening to the in memory show right now as I right this, remember many of the clips when I listened to them the first time. I have my spatula city spatula ready to go. There are many tributes to Rush out there right now, and hopefully Mr Snerdly will provide his Black Enough to Criticize translation for his people in the hood tribute. I could write this till my fingers fell off, but I won't.

I'll finish with this. Rush was always optimistic. In his book, See I Told You So, Rush's third chapter was titled America's Not Over. The chapter could be written today. Many, myself included, still need that message in these dark times. He spoke that our best days were in front of us, and that America was the shining city on the hill. He spoke of being a recent convert to optimism, and that our attitude can shape the world. Rush's wit and optimism was made him truly great, and this paraphrase from his book should be our guide going forward:

This is still Rush's America. And Rush's America isn't over. 


Tuesday, February 9, 2021

And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place

 So, yeah. Today a complete farce and level of bullshit never before seen is being perpetrated on the American sheep by the Demorat party. Those jacknapes on CNN will call it a word that starts with I, but it isn't that. You cannot remove a private citizen from office. Period. All for another I word, which that wasn't either (even wonder how you have an insurrection without any firearms? You can't. And there were zero guns amongst the rioters that stormed the capital. Zero.).

How much bullshit will the sheep take? We are well past the time that our founding fathers took up muskets are started shooting the color red, taking on the most powerful empire on the planet at that time. These fuckers even had the temerity to openly admit that they rigged, they cheated, and there is nothing anyone will do about it. There was an article in TIME magazine (which of course nobody reads anymore) that laid this out. And why shouldn't they? The lie is out in the open, and they know that the sheep will do nothing.

Now of course that is frustrating. And there will be more insults to people intelligence. Like you have to accept that chopping off your nuts makes you a woman...no wait you don't even have to do that anymore. You could put on a frilly dress...nope, don't even have to do that. Just loudly proclaim that you are one, and everyone has to accept such insanity immediately and without reservation or you are cancelled and reeducated immediately. Ole Uncle Joe wish he had such power. And now women's sports are gone. No longer exist. And all of those feminists who bitched and moaned and wrecked men's sports so they could have their own space gave it up without so much as a squeak. It would be hilarious if it wasn't so sad. All that destruction for nothing. 

Is there a bright spot? Probably not. But as the title of this post says, one of my favorite episodes of Babylon 5 gives some potential. Go and watch it on HBO Max, remastered. Because even in the darkest of times, somebody is keeping score. And that somebody will make you pay for all the evil shit you done. Everyone gets their compuppence if you wait long enough.

That, and watching ones enemies be beaten to death to the tune of a Baptist spiritual is definitely the way to do it. God's wrath comes for the wicked, and there is no where to hide from it.

Thursday, January 28, 2021

All Your GameStops belong to us now

 Oh yes. In the second week of the corrupt pedo occupying the people's house, the people began to stand up. Using the legitimate tools of the stock market, they began to do exactly what those so call financial elites have been doing for decades. Now as we have seen, this cannot be allowed because reasons, and because stonks. You little people can never challenge your betters. How can you not know this?

Now the corrupt media will never point this as a good thing. They will say how they are ashamed of people, how much damage is being done by people freely using the tools of stock market available to all, and how these people did something wrong. They didn't, but if you are still listening to the media at this point uncritically there really is no hope for you. And of course, financial censorship reared its head, at the behest of the powers that be. Discord crumbled, providing an obvious bullshit reason, and Robinhood, the mechanism of many's new found power cut their legs out from under them.

So where does that leave us? The powers that be, using their own powers of manipulation to drive down the price of GameStop through collusion amongst themselves, will try to prevent normal people from repeating this action, using the exact same tools. Not that there is anything wrong with any of these tools. Short selling has a purpose. The problem is the collusion to artificially drive down the price, and then crying foul when others work the game better than they do. 

I expect there to be an over correction in the next few weeks as all shorts are re-evaluated. Some stocks deserve it. Others don't. Government might try to do something, but even if there is unity amongst the elites on this, they aren't competent enough to doing anything lasting. It is the "private" companies who will do the most damage. In the 21st Century it is the private company in the West that tramples your rights. It is the private company that corrupts our systems. It is private companies that actually run things. This isn't to say that private companies are bad. They are better and more competent than government any day of the week. The problem is when they side themselves on the side of statists, communist fucks, and other general scum that makes up the Left.

The genie is out though. Once the dam has been breached, you might be able to hold for some time, and the first through the breach will suffer, but it cannot be stopped. Censorship is a losing game in the 21st Century in the long run. They might have victories in the short term, but every single event red pills even more people, and more and more become based. You can't stop the signal, Mal.


Thursday, January 21, 2021

Not my president

 No. That corrupt doddering pedo bastard who lives at 1600 ain't my president. You fuckers had the temerity to lie and whine for four years about the legitimate votes of the American people in 2016 want unity now? Fuck you. There will be no unity with these cheating lying fuckers. None.

Oh, and did you hear? Our lying fuckers of a media have stated that that senile fuckers goal is 100 million vaccinated in 100 days? Well since we are already on track for that with the plan (yeah, there is a comprehensive plan already put in place by the Donald Trump administration which has us if nothing changes on track to do that, but you wouldn't know that watching CNN as they bald faced lied to you) it really isn't an accomplishment of the senile fucktard, but of course the brainless segment of the population who watches the news will believe otherwise. Mark my words, in a few short months you will hear about how the brave pedos who inhabit 1600 these days created this saving grace of mankind, when they literally had nothing to do with it, and people will believe it.

All from a group of people who had a mentally ill psychopath as assistant health secretary. Orwell never intended to produce an instruction manual. But here we are.

Fuck that.

Wednesday, January 20, 2021

I didn't start the fire

Wow. It really has been nine years. Which is like a stone age internet man came back from the dead, and is speaking to probably nobody out there. But today, maybe is a start of something new. With the absolute retard fuckdom of what is happening in the world these days, I needed at outlet. And here it is, screaming at nobody about everything. Its almost like coming back from the dead.

 Which is close to reality. The old me is long dead. Whats left, a cynical burned out shut in with no hope in the world getting better. The last man who tried was attempted to be destroyed by everyone, or at least it seems that way. Even those who should have been his friends nitpicked and bloviated and celebrated his enemies, while those same enemies cheated and scammed and lied about everything. The big lie indeed. Now we truly enter the 1984 dark ages, where an 80 year old pedo with an actual slavemaster holding the sword of Damocles over him is the "savior" of the country, and people actual believe that complete load of horseshit. There is so much rot and evil in the world it is hard to find a way out. But in lieu of the easy way out, I find myself unable to stop caring. So I will bloviate the truth as I see it here, to an audience of zero. For as long as I can. Or care too. Thats all for today, this day one of the new dark age.

Oh, and one last thought. While it has been nine years since I last posted, there was a new "warning" about the EU and some bullshit disclosure that I need to put up. Fuck that. The EU can shove it laws up its own ass. I don't have to respect them or follow at all. So, my choice, no disclosure. But in this Big Brother world, you might see it here on my page without my consent. Be warned.

Friday, August 31, 2012

The Return of the Mack

It has been a while. More than two years have passed since I graced the interwebs with my words, my thoughts, the darkest shadows of my mind. So why now do I return? I started this because I wanted to be a writer, and left for the wrong reason. It only stands to reason that I return with the wrong reason as well, and leave with the right one this time.
So what has happened in the interim? I have a job, am losing weight, and utterly dismayed at the condition of our country. I have had no funerals, and a few weddings. I need a new car, and find myself maybe able to afford one. I listen to Mozart, with an appreciate of the beauty that is contained within. I have a new desk chair, which I am disliking more and more but since I just bought it, I cannot replace it. I haven't been with a woman for over a year, and that was a disaster.
It always comes down to that I suppose. To the outside eye, things are looking up, but without someone it is empty and meaningless. Its not that I haven't had some dates, but they all ended when I thought things were going well. Try as I might, but I don't understand why such things continually happen to me. It has to be something that I am doing, but as to what I am as clueless as I was sixteen years ago, which is beyond frustrating. I have spoke of this frustration before, and I think that is why I am back after so long. Usually I can force it back into its hole, and keep the sun shining for just a little longer.
It is becoming more and more clear that my current state of events is the norm, and the only thing that I should expect until my last breath. As to what dastardly thing that I had done or will do cursed me with sad state, it must have been a monstrous thing, something that keeps people awake at night because there is no other reason that I can see as to why utter failure is my comeuppance. It would be one thing if I chose this hellish burden, but I didn't and I know not how to remove it, which is the saddest thing of all.
Well, what should I do? There are moments of bravado and plans, and hope, yes hope. They all end a pile of flaming rubble at the end of the runway, before it even could sprout wings and fly. Each time I get up again, weaker and less resolute, when finally I have reached the point of just laying down and staying. Truly, a beaten and broken thing lies before you, crawling along and wishing for the spark to die. But it doesn't. There is that spark, and cruel hope springs from it. So perhaps I might rise again, in a hopeless attempt to realize this thing on the pedestal, which is an easy thing for all around, but so damned impossible for me.
It is a depressing thing knowing the future of this, a cruel hope that says this time will be different, and just when the last part gives in, and I actually believe it is when the door closes, the fire breaks out, and the bridge falls away. It is at its cruelest point when the curse strikes, each and every time.
So this return is along the wrong lines, and for the wrong reasons. It is a return though, and like so many before has the glimmer of hope that yes, this time it will work. I can't truly believe that, at least not today. Maybe tomorrow though.