Wednesday, May 18, 2022

A totalitarian onslaught against freedom on a worldwide scale


Novelist Ian Fleming had his James Bond character opine, "Once is happenstance;  twice is coincidence;  three times is enemy action".  That's a yardstick that's been used by many organizations to assess what's going on in the world, whether at war (as Fleming did when he worked for a British military intelligence organization during World War II) or at peace.

There are so many signs of organization behind the current chaos and disorder in the world that I'm forced to the conclusion it's not actually chaos and disorder at all.  It's enemy action:  organized, planned, and being carried out on a scale so vast it's almost unthinkable.  Yet, when one examines the evidence, it's extremely difficult to come to any other conclusion.  Let me lay it out, and see what you think.

I'm going to take several seemingly unrelated issues, examine each of them, then see whether they make more sense in isolation, or as part of an interwoven whole.  Let's start on a smaller scale, with mass shootings in the USA - particularly the Buffalo shooting last weekend.  The shooter's alleged manifesto or proclamation was initially scrubbed from the Internet whenever and wherever it appeared.  However, enough copies were cached that eventually whoever was behind that gave up the attempt, and it's now available from multiple sources.  (See, for example, here, if you're interested.)

The manifesto reads like a wish list from the ATF and other anti-gun campaigners.  Everything they're trying to ban or limit or restrict is listed in laborious, exhaustive detail - far more so than in other shooter manifestos I've read.  It's as if someone carefully prepared this manifesto as the foundation for legislative or regulatory action against those things, as soon as possible after it was made public.  The document also contains large sections of text basically lifted word-for-word from the manifesto of a mass shooting in New Zealand, as if the author couldn't be bothered to come up with his own justification in his own words and did it the lazy way.  Finally, the tone and language and grammar of the document changes multiple times, as though it had been written by multiple persons.  Anyone with linguistic education will pick up on that right away.

There are many more problems with the manifesto that others have uncovered:  see, for example, The Intrepid Reporter's (rather profane) analysis here, or a much shorter comment here.  Suffice it to say that I'm far from convinced that the manifesto is the work of the alleged shooter.  Rather, it looks to have been tailor-made as a springboard for anti-gun, anti-Second-Amendment proceedings.  It's tailored to the needs of its proposed audience, those who support the Biden administration and liberal anti-gun sentiments.  Go read it for yourself, look into the factors I've mentioned, and tell me I'm wrong.  (While you're doing that, consider the FBI's involvement in so many recent "extremist" cases such as the alleged plot to kidnap the governor of Michigan.  I'm hard pressed to think of any such case where the FBI wasn't involved in organizing, aiding or abetting it before it went down.  The Buffalo shooting appears to display similar fingerprints.)

Also, while you're at it, tell me why so many other recent mass shootings perpetrated by non-white criminals have simply dropped out of sight in the mainstream media.  It's as if they aren't newsworthy because their perpetrators aren't of a politically incorrect race.  However, the Buffalo shooting, where a white shooter targeted black victims, is suddenly everywhere in the news.  Yes, I find that suspicious.  It's almost as if it were deliberately being used as a casus belli to whip up minority outrage against other races.  What if there are a couple more such shootings?  Will we see BLM and Antifa lead mobs of rioters and looters on our streets again?  I won't be surprised if we do.

Putting all those factors together, I believe that the powers that be are deliberately cherry-picking incidents and orchestrating the response to them, both in the mainstream media and among minority groups.  They want to use them to foment unrest and violence.

Next, let's look at the impending famine worldwide.  I've written about it often enough in recent weeks (most recently here) that I'm sure you don't need me to recap all the details.  Michael Yon, who's as bearish on the subject as I am (if not more so) - after all, he and I have both seen famine at work at first hand in the Third World, and we know what we're talking about - said last week:

Famine creates famine, as war creates more war, fire creates fire. Famine collapses economies and destroys — physically destroys — critical infrastructure and social order required to produce food. Starvation feedback loop.

For the first time in generations, USA, Japan, and Europe will be unable to help without neglecting their own people. OGUS already is leaving American babies crying in hunger while feeding US-Russia war.

Global genocide is unfolding. Among the educated, only the blind and true conspiracy theorists will miss it. Until it eats them.

There's more at the link.  This morning, he added:

If you study famine now — and there is no time to waste, cancel vacation — you will have a vital roadmap to getting through this. Most famines are amazingly survivable for those who saw it coming and ducked.

There is great value in finding experienced preppers and listening closely. There is also a great value that few talk about — just study history for the patterns.

Be not Afraid — those who study and prepare will talk about this for the rest of their lives.

Again, more at the link.

Mr. Yon speaks of the famine as genocide:  "the deliberate murder of a whole community or race".  Is he wrong?  I'm not so sure he is.  After all, when one looks at the growing worldwide famine, one of the things one can't help but notice is the coordination behind official responses to it.

For example, Kit Knightly sees that coordination in the sudden boosting of genetically modified foods by all and sundry.

The proposed [Genetic Technology (Precision Breeding) Bill] ... follows on from DEFRA’s announced “loosened regulation” of genetic research back in January.

To quote the National Institute of Agricultural Botany (NIAB), the legislation would “take certain precision breeding techniques out of the scope of restrictive GMO rules”.

Essentially, this would see new “gene-edited” foods as distinct from old-fashioned “genetically modified” foods, and therefore not subject to the same rules and oversight.

. . .

What’s noteworthy is – by pure happenstance, I’m sure – it appears to coincide with a renewed push on the GM food front in other countries all over the world.

In December 2021, Switzerland added an amendment to its moratorium on GMO crops, permitting the use of certain “gene editing” techniques.

Last month, Egypt announced their new strain of GM wheat. Just two days ago, Ethiopia’s National Agricultural Biotechnology Research Center announced they had researched, and the country will now be growing, genetically modified cotton and maize.

Despite Russia’s sweeping ban on the cultivation and/or importing of genetically modified crops, they have nonetheless created a 111 billion Ruble project to create up to 30 varieties of genetically edited plants and farm animals.

Britain’s deregulation of GM food is always described as a “post-Brexit” move – with the EU chided around the world for its “precautionary principle” on GM crops – and yet as long ago as last April, the EU was calling for a “rethink” on GM crops.

In fact, just today, European Biotechnology Magazine reports:

The EU Commission has launched its final consultation on the deregulation of new breeding techniques in agriculture

So, we’re seeing a sudden increase in the variety of GM crops available and a simultaneous push for deregulation of the industry in Western nations.

Why would they be doing this now?

Well, there is a food crisis.

Or, more accurately, they have just created a food crisis. And as the cliched Hegelian dialectic inevitably goes, their manufactured “problem” is now in need of their contrived “solution”.

We should expect to see genetic engineering pitched as a solution to our food crisis in the very near future…like yesterday. Or indeed, two months ago.

That’s how fast they work now, with barely a pretence at concealing the plan. Spitting out the answer so fast they make it obvious they knew the question beforehand.

More at the link.  Do, please, follow the link at "just created a food crisis" and read that article carefully.  The author makes a strong case that what we're seeing today is not accidental, but planned.  If you read further in the article above, you'll find that a coordinated campaign appears to be ongoing in international mainstream media to promote the use of GM seeds and foods, as if to support the new laws and regulations and new strains of seed that are "suddenly" being announced.  Left unspoken is that those who hold the patents on the new GM foods (and who own the farms that grow them) will make yet another fortune, while those who don't use them will be marginalized - perhaps left without food altogether.  It's more than enough to make you think very hard.  The author goes so far as to call it "the next stage of the Great Reset?"

In the second article, Knightly sums up:

In summary…

1. A war which did not need to happen is driving up food and oil prices.

2. Sanctions which did not need to be put in place are also driving up food and oil prices.

3. Western allies are intentionally raising their oil prices.

4. Despite warning of a food crisis, US and UK are paying farmers not to farm.

5. A “bird flu epidemic” very much like the fake Covid “pandemic” is driving up the price of poultry and eggs.

6. Western companies are actively making the fertiliser shortages worse.

7. Bizarre fires are crippling large sections of the US food industry.

Taken individually maybe these points could all be seen as mistakes or coincidences, but when you put them all together it’s not hard to spot the pattern. The press may claim we are “sleepwalking” into a food crisis, but it looks more like they’re running head-first into it.

After years of saying there’s a food shortage on the way, it looks like they might be about to finally actually create one.

More at the link.

I'm looking at the same evidence from the other side of the Atlantic, and I can't dispute Mr. Knightly's analysis at all.  Mr. Yon's allegation that what we're seeing is preparation for genocide looks more and more convincing when you put the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle together.

Let's look at the COVID-19 pandemic as another example of an internationally planned conspiracy.  From its obscure origins (which are still being deliberately obfuscated by China and the World Health Organization), to vaccines that have proven anything but effective (but have made billions for those creating and selling them) and have had side-effects that may kill or cripple millions of people, to attempts to cover up the whole mess . . . we all know what's been going on.  Yet, despite their failures, official bodies like the CDC are still trying to reimpose mask mandates that have been proven not to work.  The complete disappearance of influenza cases from world health statistics during 2021-2022 is yet more evidence that an ordinary illness was misdiagnosed as a pandemic - yet few people ever talk about it.  There's so much evidence of conspiracy behind COVID-19 that it's overwhelming, yet the mainstream media resolutely refuse to discuss it.

COVID-19 provided a live experiment in real time of how a manufactured health crisis could be used to control people, to force them to conform to official dictates.  That's why the WHO and numerous governments are currently trying to impose new health care mandates that will override national laws and constitutions, as we discussed a couple of days ago.  Pandemics offer a way to bypass all restrictions on control, destroy individual and national rights and freedoms, and impose a dictatorship of science and health (although in reality they'll just be fronts for the oligarchs and others who are pulling their strings).  We've talked about this before, so I won't bother to go into details again.

(Oh - an interesting twist, in the light of the discussion above on genetically edited, or engineered, or modified foods.  Remember that scientists are trying to add COVID-19 and other vaccines to edible plantsAs you eat your salad, you'll be vaccinated whether you like it or not.  Interesting combination of interests, isn't it?  Scary, too, given the disastrous side-effects of some COVID-19 vaccines . . .)

Let's turn to the policies of the Biden administration - or, at least, what we call the Biden administration.  In reality, of course, it's not his administration at all.  He's senile.  He's not capable of thinking of anything much, let alone policies and governing the country.  He's being manipulated as a "front man" by much more sinister forces behind him.  Elon Musk was absolutely correct when, a couple of days ago, he said that “The real president is whoever controls the teleprompter ... The path to power is the path to the teleprompter.”  Biden's no more than a figurehead.

The policies of the administration are clearly designed to disrupt, if not destroy, the US economy as it's presently structured.  Just look at fuel.  Its price has more than doubled since the administration took office;  vital pipelines have not been approved;  vital drilling permits have not been issued and some existing permits have been canceled.  If they wanted to make fuel more expensive and harder to get, they couldn't possibly have done a better job.

Look at employment.  Unemployment benefits are still so high that it's more cost-effective for blue-collar workers to be unemployed than to find work - but businesses are desperate for workers, and are scrambling to fill vacancies at great cost to themselves.  I'm seeing this at first hand as I struggle to complete renovations and upgrades to our home.  Contractor after contractor has had to postpone coming out here because their staff is so overworked, they have to give priority to bigger and more important customers.  Some have actually turned down my request for a quotation, saying they can't take on any new business because they don't have the staff to do so.  Yet, the administration continues policies that make it more difficult for businesses to employ the people they need.

Look at inflation.  It's not just the current administration that's laid the foundation for what we're currently experiencing:  it's been going on under both Democratic and Republican administrations for years.  However, the past year and a half has seen enormous additional expenditures and outlays that have made the situation much, much worse.  The current administration is responsible for that, and its fiscal recklessness has doubled down on inflation to the point that it's become stagflation.  The economy and the fiscus are being totally, and in my opinion deliberately, mismanaged.  We're all feeling the pain - and it's going to get worse.

I could go on and on about the fecklessness and misguided policies of the administration, except that I no longer believe they're either feckless or misguided.  They're deliberate, IMHO, and what we're seeing in our economy is nothing less than a deliberate attempt to collapse it.  The powers that be appear to believe that they can impose their brutal agenda on this country if they smash it first - and, at least in the "blue" parts of the country, they appear to be succeeding.

Look, too, at the invasion of our country by illegal aliens, aided and abetted by the administration.  Literally millions have swarmed into the USA since the administration took office, and millions more will be coming.  We spoke about the worldwide refugee crisis earlier this week.  It's getting worse by the day, and will continue to do so.  Michael Yon, yesterday:

My estimate: Panama migration corridor will explode in December/January far beyond any historical volumes.

1) Darien area dry season normally begins late December. Migration volume increases annually at this time.

2) Global famines/collapses creating massive HOP — Human Osmotic Pressure.

3) USG is facilitating smooth flows through Darien up to Costa Rica.

Literally millions could come through Panama 2023, and even more in 2024. Especially by bypassing Darien by using boats from Colombia. This thought already is being floated here.

More at the link.

Mr. Yon has already pointed out how the US government and left-wing aid agencies (take a bow, George Soros!) are actively aiding and abetting the flow of illegal aliens through the Darien Gap and Panama to our border with Mexico.  IMHO, it's little less than treason.

A few days ago, Mr. Yon proceeded to link famine to the Darien Gap situation.  Some people (perhaps many) will find his conclusions far-fetched.  I've had all too much experience in the Third World, including real famine.  I don't.

OGUS [Occupying Government of the USA] is setting stage for e-rationing.

Attacking babies with a contrived shortage [of baby formula] evokes emotional anchor to force people into emotional corner.

. . .

Can’t make an omelet without cracking some babies.

Psaki blames ‘hoarders’ for lack of baby formula as she pushes the narrative to send 40 billion more dollars in American labors into the US-Russia war in Ukraine. Accelerating the global famine. A famine on schedule to begin this year and devastate much of the world in 2023-24 and beyond. After that 40 billion, they will demand another harvest of American wealth and blood to defend Ukraine, the country that paid off crack-addict Biden and “The Big Guy.”

Note: All governments always blame hoarders for the food shortages during famine. All. Always. They cause the events. Then blame the victims. They institute price controls, rationing systems, and start raiding homes and others for ‘hoarding.’ Expect raids in the future. Remember they did same with PPE (Personal Protective Equipment like masks and gloves) at outset of pandemic. AFTER the government had depleted strategic inventories Before the pandemic).

This is an attack. We are under attack.

Meanwhile, here in Panama, the Darien Gap is being prepared for a fantastic surge in ‘migration’ later this year. Dry season begins December/January and will coincide with serious onset of famine in areas around the world. Famine will create increased HOP — Human Osmotic Pressure — that will pump massive invasion into United States as our coffers are bled dry, American babies have no formula, and our own food supply thins by the hour.

Predictably, there already are proposals to send American food inventories abroad to assuage famine. This is a fool’s game. At best. At worst this is another form of direct attack. After all, we simply do not have enough food. Period. They will still starve to death a little later, or be energized to move somewhere else such as to America to help Americans starve to death.

The United States is creating condition for actual famine in United States. Famine as in not just food shortages but people eating people and people being eaten by birds.

More at the link.

I could go on, and on, and on, picking on events and trends and incidents and using them to support my case:  but what's the point?  If I haven't given enough evidence already to convince you, you won't change your mind if I provide more.  To my mind, the accumulation of evidence in all these separate areas is utterly convincing when you put them all together.  We are not facing a series of accidents, or coincidences, or unrelated trends.  We're seeing multiple facets of the same threat to our independence, our constitution, our human rights.  We're seeing a totalitarian onslaught against freedom on a worldwide scale.

The USA has always been a beacon of freedom.  Unless we wake up, and do something about this, that will end Real. Soon. Now.

In the light of everything I've discussed, I challenge anyone to tell me I'm wrong, and make a convincing case.  I'm listening.


A Doofus follow-up


Last week I posted "Doofus Of The Day #1,092", about a municipality in Japan that mistakenly transferred a large sum of money to a recipient who - mirabile dictu! - "could not" return it.

Well, now we know why he couldn't.

The blunder happened when ... 463 low-income households were meant to receive 100,000 yen ($770; £620) each as part of a government scheme to ease financial strain caused by the pandemic.

But on 8 April, all of the funding - 46.3m yen - was accidentally deposited into the man's personal bank account.

An investigation has since found that he withdrew 600,000 yen every day for about two weeks, local media reports.

When authorities finally contacted him, he said he no longer had the money.

"I've already moved the money. It can't be returned," he is quoted as saying. "It cannot be undone any more. I will not run. I will pay for my crime."

However he has now disappeared.

Speaking to media on Tuesday, the man's lawyer said ... [he] had used his smartphone to gamble away all of the money through online casino sites ... "I don't currently have the money and I don't have anything with property value at hand. It's actually difficult to return it," the lawyer quoted him as saying, according to The Asahi Shimbun.

There's more at the link.

One can only shake one's head at his financial fecklessness and incompetence.  If I'd received that money and been minded to steal it, I'd have least have put a big chunk of it into something of lasting value, like gold coins or jewelry.  To throw it all away on gambling . . . that's compounding the theft, with stupidity as the cherry on top.

Oh, well.  Now he has the fun choice of either paying it back, or spending a few years in the rather unsympathetic Japanese prison system.


Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Jamie's prescription for getting modern minds right


Fellow author Brian Niemeier has written an article on his blog titled "Jaimie’s Island".  It's an interesting read.  Here's an excerpt.

Boomers left parenting up to TV, and Millennials are leaving parenting up to tablets and phones.

As a result, young adults today have little contact with the highs and lows of the real world. Instead, their lives are defined by screens that act as windows into false realities where nothing really happens. These electronic illusions sap Millennials’ and Zoomers’ motivation by giving them dopamine hits for simulated achievement.

Jaimie’s solution?

Cut the screens cold turkey.

And not just electronic devices. To cure false reality addiction, Jaimie advises his viewers to reset their lives. That means throwing out the iPhone, laptop, tablet, game console, booze, drugs, and TV.

In fact, he suggests picking one room in the house and clearing everything out of it except for a mattress.

This done, our young NEET must commit to following one rule: Don’t do anything that makes you go backwards.

Jaimie wagers that viewers who take these drastic steps will soon get so tired of sitting alone without any stimulation, they’ll venture outside to relieve the tedium.

And that impetus to get up and go will be the first spark of their rekindling motivation.

What will Millennial NEETs find beyond their doorsteps? In time, they will have real-life experiences with real stakes. They’ll meet people, get exercise, and gain experience.

But most important of all, they’ll try new things and fail.

Because failure is a great teacher. And persistence is invincible.

There's more at the link, including a video of Jaimie talking about his perspective.

Sounds excessive, you say?  Impractical, what with the demands of everyday communication?  I'm not so sure.  I see entire families at restaurants, every head - father, mother and every child - bowed over a smartphone, not communicating with or paying attention to each other at all.  Even when their food arrives, they lay their phones down next to their plates and continue to look at them between every mouthful of food.  Where's the family life in that?  Is the smartphone a blessing or a curse when it comes to community, to being truly aware of each other?  Can people brought up - if you can call it that - in that fashion ever establish a meaningful relationship with a spouse or partner in their turn - let alone with their children, if they bother to have any?

Jaimie's ideas offer serious food for thought.  Recommended reading.


A survivor of the Gangland War tells us what it was like


City Journal has published an article titled "Confessions of a Loan Shark:  One of the last survivors of Boston’s Gangland War of the 1960s opens up about his notorious past".  It reminded me of a number of hardline convicts I met during my service as a prison chaplain.  I'll cite an excerpt from the article, then talk about what such people were like behind bars.

Boston police said he was marked for death. He was caught up in a gangland quarrel that quickly degenerated into a war, pitting the McLaughlin brothers of Boston’s Charlestown neighborhood against Buddy McLean and his friends from the neighboring city of Somerville. Each side was trying to eradicate the other, and by the time Maxie was transported north, they were well on their way to doing exactly that. Bodies were left slumped in cars, dumped in Boston Harbor, sprawled on the street, and left in patches of woods for critters to eat. Number of cases solved? Zero.

Maxie was one of the reasons why. Questioned by police as a matter of routine in those days, his answer was always the same—“I have no idea.” Maxie, those guns we know you got, where are they? “What guns? I have no idea.” Who was with you in the car that got shot up? “What car? I have no idea.” Gangsters dying like dogs in the street after an ambush were more likely to spit in the eye of their interrogator than spill the beans, even as God’s judgment barreled toward them.

. . .

Maxie is a rarity: a survivor who kept his mouth shut.

. . .

It was Labor Day weekend, 1961. Georgie McLaughlin, stewed to the gills, insulted and likely assaulted the girlfriend of one of McLean’s many friends. What happened next was the mandatory minimum for that kind of conduct in that kind of crowd. Georgie was beaten senseless and ended up in a hospital. Predictably, his two brothers sought vengeance—they crossed the border into Somerville and demanded that McLean hand over those responsible. McLean knew what that meant. He refused.

Eight weeks later, Georgie was out of the hospital and among those attaching dynamite under the McLean family car. “Buddy was up in the window having a drink,” Georgie told Maxie the next day. “He heard us in the dark and started shooting.” They ran like jackrabbits. The dynamite wasn’t attached properly and never blew up. Buddy did; he blew his top.

Two days later, he and two accomplices crossed the border into Charlestown and headed for City Square. They knew that Bernie McLaughlin would be in his usual spot out front of Richard’s Liquor Mart collecting loan-shark debts. The sun was high in the sky when McLean stepped out from behind a steel abutment under the Mystic River Bridge and shot him dead—and then shot him a few more times. More than a hundred longshoremen on lunch break watched—but no one saw a thing.

. . .

To a townie like Maxie, being on the lam was like seeing the world. “Me and Georgie traveled all over the country,” he told me ... they swung down to California and then to Mexico. They headed straight for a cantina, and Georgie grabbed a house girl and headed straight for the stairs. When he refused to pay, the bartender pulled a gun. Georgie and his bad eye didn’t blink. He turned on all the gas jets and stood there with a lighter and said, “Lemme know when.”

“I thought that was really it,” said Maxie.

. . .

Between March and Thanksgiving of 1964, there were 15 unsolved gangland murders—two more than the 13 that ended the era of unlocked doors in Boston. Newspaper editors had a field day coming up with headlines: “GANG WAR DEATHS REPLACE STRANGLINGS AS HUB TERROR,” said one. “ORIGINAL BOSTON MASSACRE LOOKS LIKE CHURCH PICNIC,” said another. “MURDER-A-MONTH IN BEAN TOWN,” said the New York Daily News. “Not even Chicago’s Prohibition killings can match staid Boston’s corpse-of-the-month club.” Citizens started referring to the Boston Herald’s obituary section as “the Irish sports pages.”

“I got caught up in the war,” Maxie said.

There's more at the link - and very interesting reading it is too.

In my memoir of prison chaplaincy, "Walls, Wire, Bars and Souls", I described a man I called "Adam", a pseudonym given to protect his privacy.  (Yes, even prison inmates have a legal right to privacy - and besides, to irritate them by violating it might lead to unpleasant consequences.)  He, too, was part of the "Gangland War" several decades ago.  I daresay he'd recognize most of the names mentioned by "Maxie".  He probably helped to kill some of them.

Adam’s another murderer, but in an entirely different class. He was an enforcer for the Mob in a major city. He was convicted of several murders, and collected a life sentence for each of them (the judge ruling that they were to run consecutively, apparently to make sure he’ll never get out of prison). He contemptuously rejects any notion of feeling guilty over his crimes. Those he killed were ‘crooks’ who were trying to steal from their criminal bosses. They deserved what they got. He was merely the instrument of ‘street justice’. I’ve spent a lot of time talking with Adam, trying to get him to at least acknowledge an intellectual and moral responsibility for what he’s done… but without success. The best I’ve been able to achieve is that Adam has said he’s “sorry for not feeling sorry”. I hope God will accept that as a first step. (Sigh.)

Adam’s a very hard man indeed. No-one with any sense messes with him… but then, not everyone has sense.

A year or so back a new convict arrived, a cocky young man ‘full of p*** and vinegar’ as they say in the classics. He wanted to build ‘street cred’ in the prison, and decided that beating up a Mob killer would get him a reputation. It did — as an idiot. He came up behind Adam while he was sitting with a group watching television, and hit him over the head with a chair. Adam sprang to his feet, bleeding from a cut on his scalp, and proceeded to take this thug apart at the seams. He ended up in hospital with several broken bones and serious internal injuries (not to mention speaking in a dulcet and henceforth permanent soprano). The guards broke it up (although they probably found it difficult to restrain themselves from cheering Adam on — they’ve had to deal with too many young thugs to have any sympathy for them). Adam did a spell in the Hole for fighting, but by all accounts was treated well by the staff there (who doubtless felt that Adam had done them a favor by dealing with the punk before they had to). He’s back in general population now, his reputation not merely intact but significantly enhanced. The thug was transferred to another prison a long way away, with a note in his records to the effect that he and Adam were never again to be assigned to the same institution. If they were, the consequences (for the thug) would probably be lethal.

I quoted Adam in one of my "Convict to Chaplain" vignettes in the same book.

There ain’t many in here wanna mess with me. In the early days, I had to fight for my place. I did, and the hassle stopped. Nowadays the old cons leave me alone, and I leave them alone. We know where we stand. We respect each other. Still, every now and then a new guy arrives. He’s eager, he’s pushy, he wants to make a name for himself. To him someone like me is a path to an instant rep. He reckons I’m older and slower, and he figures he can take me.

I watch ’em. You can tell they’re screwin’ themselves up to it, getting psyched and set to take me. I want ’em about two-thirds of the way there, far enough that they’ve bragged about what they’re gonna do to me, so it’s real hard for them to back down, but they’re not quite ready for me yet.

Me, I’m always ready. That’s how I got my rep in here. They all know, man: if you **** with me, you got nothin’ coming but pain. I’m gonna hurt you real bad. No other way. I don’t fight fair. I’m older now, and I don’t have the strength and speed I used to have, so I fight hard and I fight dirty and I know all the tricks. I fight for keeps. I also got my buddies, an’ they got my back. If the guy’s got friends, they’ll keep ’em off me while I take him.

So, when the guy’s just about where I want him, I call him out, right in front of the convicts and the guards and God and the Devil and the whole ****ing world. I do it on the yard. I tell him straight, “I hear you got a big mouth. I hear you think I’m an old **** and you reckon you can take me. Well, here I am. Do it now, or shut the **** up, because this is the one and only chance you get. Take me now, or stay outta my face forever. I see you within twenty feet of me ever again, I’m gonna rip your **** off and make you eat it.”

They freeze. They know everybody’s watching ’em. They want me so bad they can taste it, but man, they just ain’t ready. I am. That’s my edge. They know I’m ready.

Nine times outta ten they crawfish. That’s the end of it — and of their rep. Everyone’s seen it. From then on they sing real low around me, ’cause they know what’s gonna happen if they don’t. The tenth time, the dumb **** will try to take me, and I’ll put him down hard and fast and mean. He’s bleeding and screaming on the ground and he’s got some broken bones and he’s missing some teeth and maybe an eye or an ear or something else, and I’m on my way to the Hole for a stretch — but every damn convict and every ****ing guard on this yard knows which one of us two’s the boss. I am, mother******. You ain’t ****. Ever. I’m top dog. Live with it.

Same goes for the guards. They treat me with respect, ’cause they know that if they don’t, they got nothing coming on this yard. I pass the word, their lives are a living hell. Same goes for you, Chaplain. I got nothing against you, y’know? So far you seem an OK kind of guy… but you want to remember that.

I found a lot in City Journal's article to remind me of Adam.  Those were hard, hard men.  There was no give-up in them at all . . . and old age hasn't changed that.  I'd still hate to meet one of them in a dark alley.


Forced global world government under the guise of health care


Last month I warned that the World Health Organization (WHO) was mounting a power grab that might give it the authority to override national governments and dictate state policies - up to and including controlling our everyday activities.  The two articles I wrote were:

If you didn't read them at the time, I urge you to do so now.

Neil Oliver of GB News sums up the frightening prospect of next week's WHO meeting.  He calls it "the single, greatest global power grab that any of us has seen in our lifetime."

Once ... ink is dry on the necessary paperwork, we and most of the rest of the billions living on planet earth will, in the event of another pandemic, take our instructions not from politicians we actually voted for – and could, hypothetically at least, have the option of getting rid of – but from the unelected, faceless, bureaucrats of the WHO.

This is no conspiracy theory, by the way. No tin hats required. This is real, and happening now. And a whole lot of people would rather you weren’t paying attention.

The WHO is a fabulously wealthy offshoot of the United Nations. It has its head office in Geneva and is presently headed by Ethiopian-born Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus. Know much about him?

No, nor me. He and it are funded by 194 member states and also by donations from private entities. As things stand, most of its money comes from the United States, from Communist China and from computer salesman and international man of mystery Bill Gates.

Let us remember that for the past two years, the WHO has loudly celebrated the approach taken by China to the handling of Covid-19.

. . .

Now we in Great Britain – without so much as a by your leave from our leaders – and along with around 95 per cent of the world’s population – must contemplate a future in which decisions about what we will be ordered – ordered – to do in the face of another pandemic will be taken by the unelected, unaccountable bureaucrats of the Chinese Communist Party-worshipping WHO, under the unseemly influence of a tech billionaire with no more qualifications in the fields of medicine and disease control than I have.

It is worth remembering that President Donald Trump insisted on divorce from the WHO – on the grounds that it was too close to China, only for President Biden to remarry them again in 2021. All of that is history, however. In a matter of days, the World Health Assembly will meet in Geneva for a vote on the treaty. The target date for final ratification is in May 2024, but by then the power grab will have long been completed.

There's more at the link.  It's well worth reading in full:  or, if you prefer, you can watch his talk on YouTube.

Mark Crispin Miller sums up the latest developments and their implications.

  • The World Health Organization has started drafting a global pandemic treaty on pandemic preparedness that would grant it absolute power over global biosecurity, such as the power to implement digital identities/vaccine passports, mandatory vaccinations, travel restrictions, standardized medical care and more.
  • The WHO is not qualified to make global health decisions. As just one example, the WHO didn’t publicly admit SARS-CoV-2 was airborne until the end of December 2021, yet scientists knew the virus was airborne within weeks of the pandemic being declared. The WHO also ignored early advice about airborne transmission.
  • More importantly, a one-size-fits-all approach to pandemic response simply does not work, because pandemic threats are not identical in all parts of the world. Even people in the same region do not have identical risk and may not need or benefit from identical treatment.
  • The WHO will accept two more days of public comment on the treaty, June 16 and 17, 2022, so prepare your statements now. The World Health Assembly will also vote on amendments to the International Health Regulations, May 22-28, 2022, which may also strip away more individual rights and liberties.

Again, more at the link.

Folks, this is a deadly serious threat to our liberty.  That's no exaggeration.  Health care is being used as the thin edge of the wedge, the camel's nose, to chip away at our democratic rights and freedoms and reduce us to serfdom.  Don't believe me?  Go read the draft regulations and draft treaty for yourself.  They're not hard to understand.

If you haven't already done so, by all means contact your elected representatives and protest about this.  Sadly, it probably won't do much good.  Both the Democratic and Republican parties are part of the "Uniparty", and I daresay both will vote to approve the new treaty once it's finalized, because they identify more with the globalists than they do with us, their electorate.

Nevertheless, let's begin preparations now to resist implementation of these globalist wet dreams.  Local governments, and state governments, are best placed to run interference for us.  Let's make sure we have the best we can elect, and make sure they understand that when it comes down to a choice between rights and freedoms, and totalitarian one-size-fits-all prescriptions, we expect them to choose the former.

Let's also be fully aware of the implications of these regulations and the proposed treaty for our future, and fight them for all we're worth.  Winston Churchill said it best.

If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without bloodshed; if you will not fight when your victory will be sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may be even a worse fate, you may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than to live as slaves.

He also advised:

Never give in - never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense.

Good advice on both counts.


Monday, May 16, 2022

"Gun violence": putting the blame where it's due


Many people have pointed out over the years that one race in particular has a gun violence problem, rather than America as a whole.  The latest study by the CDC confirms that.

During the first year of the COVID-19 pandemic, the U.S. saw the highest firearm homicide rate in more than 25 years, according to a new analysis from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).

Firearms were involved in 79 percent of all homicides in 2020, an increase of nearly 35 percent from 2019. 

Gun-related homicides increased across all demographics, in metropolitan and rural areas and among both men and women.

However, the increase was not equally distributed, and highlighted significant disparities in race, ethnicity and poverty levels. The largest increases in 2020 were among young Black males between the ages of 10 and 44. 

The rate of gun homicides among the youngest Black males, between the ages of 10-24, was 21.6 times higher than white males of the same age, the CDC found.

There's more at the link.

The report argues the usual reasons for the problem:  family issues, poverty levels, and so on.  However, it ignores the single biggest problem, namely the war on police.  The cry to "defund the police", and the increasing tendency to blame the cops for every shooting in which they're involved, has had its inevitable effect.  Many police departments no longer do their job diligently when it comes to run-down, high-crime neighborhoods.  They know they're going to be pilloried if they do:  and even if they catch a criminal red-handed, in the act of his crime, they know that politically correct prosecutors are likely to either release him without charge, or administer a judicial slap on the wrist, rather than keep him off the streets and behind bars.  Given that reality, is it any wonder that cops simply won't put themselves at risk any longer?  In their shoes, I wouldn't, either.

If you could sort out the crime and violence problem in the black community alone, you'd reduce that problem in the USA as a whole, among all races, by something like 80%, perhaps even more.  Unfortunately, because it's not politically correct for police to focus on that, nothing will be done, and more and more young black people will go on dying.


The growing worldwide refugee crisis is now clear to see


I've posted warnings from Michael Yon in these pages over the past few months, warning of what he terms PANFAWAR (Pandemic, Famine, War) and its consequences.  More and more knowledgeable people are picking up on the same clues he's seeing, and coming to agree with him.  Most recently, he stated flatly:

Famines always create enormous HOP: Human Osmotic Pressure.

OGUS — Occupation Government United States — is down here in Panama increasing the migration flow to the United States. As the other continents go into famine, millions of people will dump through this artery to America. During famine. This is an act of war by OGUS.

There's more at the link.

I've seen what Yon calls "Human Osmotic Pressure" in action in the Third World, and I agree with him:  it's an inevitable consequence of societal disruption, whatever the cause.  It's already happening in the Horn of Africa, and spreading from there to central Africa, as a drought-caused famine dries up local food supplies.  The loss of Ukrainian and Russian grain means those dried-up supplies are suddenly far more difficult (and expensive) to replace - impossibly so, for poorer countries.

Now politicians in Europe are beginning to sit up and take notice.  For example:

Italian League party leader Matteo Salvini has warned that if the war in Ukraine does not end soon, chronic food shortages will cause an immigration wave that will lead to 20 million African migrants trying to enter Europe.

If Ukrainian grain supplies continue to be impacted, Salvini cautions, “Significant hunger is expected on the African continent, which will be a humanitarian, then a social, and finally an Italian problem.”

“Without peace there will be famine in the autumn and 20 million Africans will be ready to go,” he added.

Again, more at the link.

The Conversation points out that the loss of Ukrainian and Russian grain production will have crippling consequences.

Ukraine produced about 80 MMT of grain (a category that includes wheat, corn and barley) in 2021, and is expected to harvest less than half of that this year. A shortfall of 40 MMT is enough missing calories that a country like the UK could only make it up by having everyone stop eating for three years. That’s the thing about tonnes of grain: a million here and a million there and pretty soon you’ve got a real issue on your plate.

The total world production of cereals is about 2,200 MMT per year, which is quite a bit more than is needed to feed the caloric needs of every person on Earth. Those 2.2 trillion kilos of cereals would be over 7 quadrillion calories if they went straight into human mouths, which is 20% more than the 5.8 quadrillion calories that the nearly 8 billion humans need to survive the year.

. . .

The international cereals market remains stubbornly international, and there is no such thing as a problem that belongs completely to someone else. People in France or Italy were never expecting to have any Ukrainian wheat shipped to them, but they are now competing against Egyptians and Moroccans who are now suddenly looking for new sources of bread.

More at the link.

The Conversation claimed that Indian wheat exports would help make up for the shortfall.  Unfortunately, Indian production won't be available:

India has banned exports of wheat effective immediately, citing a risk to its food security, partly due to the war in Ukraine.

. . .

India ... had set a goal of exporting 10 million tons of the grain in 2022-23, looking to capitalize on the global disruptions to wheat supplies from the war and find new markets for its wheat in Europe, Africa and Asia.

Much of that would have gone to other developing countries such as Indonesia, the Philippines and Thailand.

More at the link.

India isn't the only nation blocking export of foodstuffs;  it's a growing phenomenon, and it's affecting more and more food-importing countries.  Iran appears to be the latest country to see internal unrest as a result of food shortages and rising prices.

Protests over soaring food prices continued in several cities in Iran on Saturday, according to postings on social media, while an Iranian lawmaker told local media one person was killed in a demonstration in the south-west.

The protests were triggered last week by a cut in state subsidies for imported wheat that caused price hikes of as much as 300% for a variety of flour-based staples. The government of President Ebrahim Raisi also raised prices of basic goods such as cooking oil and dairy products.

More at the link.

We're seeing the effects of these shortages on our own grocery shelves as well.  Shortage of supplies, a lack of choice, and product substitution (buying what's available, instead of getting what we really want) are going to become the norm for almost all of us this year.  (Old NFO blogged this morning about an issue we encountered during breakfast on Sunday.  When restaurant chains start holding back on basic commodities like this, you know it's getting bad.)

We've already seen riots over food price and availability (as well as other problems) in Sri Lanka, Peru and other nations.  We're going to see a lot more of them around the world as the grain shortage bites harder and harder.  As things get worse, more and more people are going to decide that they have no hope where they are;  so they're going to take to their feet, and any other transport they can get hold of, and make their way to richer countries, where they hope to find food for today and a better tomorrow.

We're going to see refugee flows that make our current southern border problems look trivial by comparison.  They're going to affect every First World nation, and most likely all Second World countries as well - and, as Michael Yon correctly points out (see above), the powers that be in the United States are going to use the crisis for all they're worth, in an open attempt to swamp existing Americans beneath a tidal wave of illegal aliens.  If we let that happen, our constitutional republic will be gone beyond redemption, rescue or recall.


Memes that made me laugh 109


Gathered from around the Internet over the past week.  Click any image for a larger view.

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Sunday morning music


This morning I'm obliged to the anonymous blogger at 357 Magnum for introducing me to something rich and strange.  It's guitarist Steve Vai's newly designed Ibanez "guitar".  He calls it The Hydra, borrowing the name from antiquity.  The steampunk-themed instrument looks weird, but he makes it sing.

MusicRadar says of the Hydra:

This one-of-a-kind instrument is ambitious even by Steve Vai's standards and five years in the making.

The Hydra is a many faceted creature with two-headstocks, three-necks that host 7 and 12-string guitars; a 4-string ¾ scale length bass; 13 sympathetic harp strings; half-fretless necks; single-coil, humbucking, piezo, MIDI and sustainer pickups; floating and hardtail tremolo bridges and phase splitters.

“I feel this instrument has the potential to be historical," notes Vai. "It’s unique in various ways and its construction is inspired. And there’s a song that was written on it that honours the potential of the instrument."

. . .

Ibanez Artist Relations Manager Mike Orrigo says, " 'The Hydra', as Mr Vai has appropriately dubbed it, started off as a concept that Steve approached Ibanez with several years ago. While it was understood then that the task to turn Steve’s vision into reality would be a tremendous undertaking, we were undeterred by the challenge.

"Fuelled by Steve’s inspiration, our team of designers, engineers, and luthiers worked tirelessly together in order to create a truly one-of-a-kind instrument, remaining as true to the initial vision as possible."

From most guitarists and performers, I'd regard The Hydra as just a gimmick:  but when you're at the level of Steve Vai, it's definitely something to be taken seriously.  Here's his opening track with the instrument, titled "Teeth of the Hydra", from his latest album "Inviolate".

It's used on other tracks of the album as well.  I wonder how long it took him to develop the playing technique needed to take advantage of all those features?


Saturday, May 14, 2022

Saturday Snippet: The Ballad of Boh Da Thone


It's been a while since we've enjoyed Rudyard Kipling's verse.  Here's one of my favorites:  "The Ballad of Boh Da Thone", set on the frontier between India and Burma during the bandit years of the 19th century.  If you'd like some background information and an explanation of some of the more obscure words, the Kipling Society's notes to the poem may be found here.

This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
Erst a Pretender to Theebaw’s throne,
Who harried the district of Alalone:
How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.

Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold:
His sword and his Snider were bossed with gold,

And the Peacock Banner his henchmen bore
Was stiff with bullion, but stiffer with gore.

He shot at the strong and he slashed at the weak
From the Salween scrub to the Chindwin teak:

He crucified noble, he sacrificed mean,
He filled old ladies with kerosene:

While over the water the papers cried,
“The patriot fights for his countryside!”

But little they cared for the Native Press,
The worn white soldiers in Khaki dress,

Who tramped through the jungle and camped in the byre,
Who died in the swamp and were tombed in the mire,

Who gave up their lives, at the Queen’s Command,
For the Pride of their Race and the Peace of the Land.

Now, first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone
Was Captain O’Neil of the “Black Tyrone”,

And his was a Company, seventy strong,
Who hustled that dissolute Chief along.

There were lads from Galway and Louth and Meath
Who went to their death with a joke in their teeth,

And worshipped with fluency, fervour, and zeal
The mud on the boot-heels of “Crook” O’Neil.

But ever a blight on their labours lay,
And ever their quarry would vanish away,

Till the sun-dried boys of the Black Tyrone
Took a brotherly interest in Boh Da Thone:

And, sooth, if pursuit in possession ends,
The Boh and his trackers were best of friends.

The word of a scout—a march by night—
A rush through the mist—a scattering fight—

A volley from cover—a corpse in the clearing—
The glimpse of a loin-cloth and heavy jade earring—

The flare of a village—the tally of slain—
And…the Boh was abroad “on the raid” again!

They cursed their luck, as the Irish will,
They gave him credit for cunning and skill, 
They buried their dead, they bolted their beef,
And started anew on the track of the thief

Till, in place of the “Kalends of Greece”, men said,
“When Crook and his darlings come back with the head.”

They had hunted the Boh from the hills to the plain—
He doubled and broke for the hills again:

They had crippled his power for rapine and raid,
They had routed him out of his pet stockade,

And at last, they came, when the Day Star tired,
To a camp deserted—a village fired.

A black cross blistered the Morning-gold,
And the body upon it was stark and cold.

The wind of the dawn went merrily past,
The high grass bowed her plumes to the blast.

And out of the grass, on a sudden, broke
A spirtle of fire, a whorl of smoke—

And Captain O’Neil of the Black Tyrone
Was blessed with a slug in the ulnar-bone—
The gift of his enemy Boh Da Thone.

(Now a slug that is hammered from telegraph-wire
Is a thorn in the flesh and a rankling fire.)

 ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

The shot-wound festered—as shot-wounds may
In a steaming barrack at Mandalay.

The left arm throbbed, and the Captain swore,
“I’d like to be after the Boh once more!”

The fever held him—the Captain said,
“I’d give a hundred to look at his head!”

The Hospital punkahs creaked and whirred,
But Babu Harendra (Gomashta) heard.

He thought of the cane-brake, green and dank,
That girdled his home by the Dacca tank.

He thought of his wife and his High School son,
He thought—but abandoned the thought—of a gun.

His sleep was broken by visions dread
Of a shining Boh with a silver head.

He kept his counsel and went his way,
And swindled the cartmen of half their pay.

 ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

And the months went on, as the worst must do,
And the Boh returned to the raid anew.

But the Captain had quitted the long-drawn strife,
And in far Simoorie had taken a wife.

And she was a damsel of delicate mould,
With hair like the sunshine and heart of gold,

And little she knew the arms that embraced
Had cloven a man from the brow to the waist:

And little she knew that the loving lips
Had ordered a quivering life’s eclipse,

And the eye that lit at her lightest breath
Had glared unawed in the Gates of Death.

(For these be matters a man would hide,
As a general rule, from an innocent Bride.)

And little the Captain thought of the past,
And, of all men, Babu Harendra last.

·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

But slow, in the sludge of the Kathun road,
The Government Bullock Train toted its load.

Speckless and spotless and shining with ghee,
In the rearmost cart sat the Babu-jee.

And ever a phantom before him fled
Of a scowling Boh with a silver head.

Then the lead-cart stuck, though the coolies slaved,
And the cartmen flogged and the escort raved;

And out of the jungle, with yells and squeals,
Pranced Boh Da Thone, and his gang at his heels!

Then belching blunderbuss answered back
The Snider’s snarl and the carbine’s crack,

And the blithe revolver began to sing
To the blade that twanged on the locking-ring,

And the brown flesh blued where the bay’net kissed,
As the steel shot back with a wrench and a twist,

And the great white bullocks with onyx eyes
Watched the souls of the dead arise,

And over the smoke of the fusillade
The Peacock Banner staggered and swayed.

Oh, gayest of scrimmages man may see
Is a well-worked rush on the G.B.T.!

The Babu shook at the horrible sight,
And girded his ponderous loins for flight,

But Fate had ordained that the Boh should start
On a lone-hand raid of the rearmost cart,

And out of that cart, with a bellow of woe,
The Babu fell—flat on the top of the Boh!

For years had Harendra served the State,
To the growth of his purse and the girth of his pet.

There were twenty stone, as the tally-man knows,
On the broad of the chest of this best of Bohs.

And twenty stone from a height discharged
Are bad for a Boh with a spleen enlarged.

Oh, short was the struggle—severe was the shock—
He dropped like a bullock—he lay like a block;

And the Babu above him, convulsed with fear,
Heard the labouring life-breath hissed out in his ear.

And thus in a fashion undignified
The princely pest of the Chindwin died.

·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

Turn now to Simoorie where, lapped in his ease,
The Captain is petting the Bride on his knees,

Where the whit of the bullet, the wounded man’s scream
Are mixed as the mist of some devilish dream—

Forgotten, forgotten the sweat of the shambles
Where the hill-daisy blooms and the gray monkey gambols,

From the sword-belt set free and released from the steel,
The Peace of the Lord is with Captain O’Neil.

Up the hill to Simoorie—most patient of drudges—
The bags on his shoulder, the mail-runner trudges.

“For Captain O’Neil, Sahib. One hundred and ten
Rupees to collect on delivery.”

(Their breakfast was stopped while the screw-jack and hammer
Tore waxcloth, split teak-wood, and chipped out the dammer;)

Open-eyed, open-mouthed, on the napery’s snow,
With a crash and a thud, rolled—the Head of the Boh!

And gummed to the scalp was a letter which ran:—
“In Fielding Force Service.
Encampment, 10th Jan.”

“Dear Sir—I have honour to send, as you said,
For final approval (see under) Boh’s Head;

“Was took by myself in most bloody affair.
“By High Education brought pressure to bear.

“Now violate Liberty, time being bad,
To mail V.P.P. (rupees hundred) Please add

“Whatever Your Honour can pass. Price of Blood
Much cheap at one hundred, and children want food;

“So trusting Your Honour will somewhat retain
True love and affection for Govt. Bullock Train,

“And show awful kindness to satisfy me,
I am,
     Graceful Master,
                    H. Mukerji.”

·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

As the rabbit is drawn to the rattlesnake’s power,
As the smoker’s eye fills at the opium hour,

As a horse reaches up to the manger above,
As the waiting ear yearns for the whisper of love,

From the arms of the Bride, iron-visaged and slow,
The Captain bent down to the Head of the Boh.

And e’en as he looked on the Thing where It lay
’Twixt the winking new spoons and the napkins’ array,

The freed mind fled back to the long-ago days—
The hand-to-hand scuffle—the smoke and the blaze—

The forced march at night and the quick rush at dawn—
The banjo at twilight, the burial ere morn—

The stench of the marshes—the raw, piercing smell
When the overhand stabbing-cut silenced the yell—

The oaths of his Irish that surged when they stood
Where the black crosses hung o’er the Kuttamow flood.

As a derelict ship drifts away with the tide
The Captain went out on the Past from his Bride,

Back, back, through the springs to the chill of the year,
When he hunted the Boh from Maloon to Tsaleer.

As the shape of a corpse dimmers up through deep water,
In his eye lit the passionless passion of slaughter,

And men who had fought with O’Neil for the life
Had gazed on his face with less dread than his wife.

For she who had held him so long could not hold him—
Though a four-month Eternity should have controlled him—

But watched the twin Terror—the head turned to head—
The scowling, scarred Black, and the flushed savage Red—

The spirit that changed from her knowing and flew
to Some grim hidden Past she had never a clue to.

But It knew as It grinned, for he touched it unfearing,
And muttered aloud, “So you kept that jade earring!”

Then nodded, and kindly, as friend nods to friend,
“Old man, you fought well, but you lost in the end.”

·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

The visions departed, and Shame followed Passion:—
“He took what I said in this horrible fashion,

“I’ll write to Harendra!” With language unsainted
The Captain came back to the Bride…who had fainted.

·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·   ·

And this is a fiction? No. Go to Simoorie
And look at their baby, a twelve-month old Houri,

A pert little, Irish-eyed Kathleen Mavournin—
She’s always about on the Mall of a mornin’—

And you’ll see, if her right shoulder-strap is displaced,
This: Gules upon argent, a Boh’s Head, erased!

I think many old soldiers can understand, appreciate, and identify with the sentiments Kipling expressed.


Friday, May 13, 2022

I wish the resemblance weren't so close...


From Twitter user HOZ:

They say that every 90 years humans repeat the same behavior.

1916-1929 vs 2000-2022.

The end game...

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Worried yet?  I think we should be, because nobody in authority seems to give a damn...