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COLUMN: Ew! What The Heck? Schools Are So Gross

26 Wednesday Apr 2023

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Ew! What The Heck? Schools Are So Gross

 

In a world gone mad, meeting those who share one’s ideas about society and civilization is a welcomed relief. I’m getting into Terry Hulsey’s distinguished and exemplary new book, The Constitution of Non-State Government: Field Guide to Texas Secession, Shotwell (2022), and I heartily recommend it as to the title matter and many other topics. I’m delighted he takes a view of public education similar to my own.

School and state must be separated, just as church and state are separated, and for the same reasons. Every family’s spiritual values are projected into the future by means of the education of its children. The results of foolishly entrusting to state officials so important a task as schooling are now manifest. All across the country kindergarteners and elementary school children are now being subjected to “transgender story hour,” to instruction in “gender fluidity,” to denial of biology, and even instruction in how to masturbate. At the secondary level, boys’ restrooms in Oregon must now by force of law supply free feminine hygiene products; and at the university level, students are taught that pederasty is not a mental disease. The state cannot even provide the most basic assurance of physical safety to students.

      • Hulsey, The Constitution…, at p. 218, Kindle p. 360.

Systemic schools certainly do not provide basic safety to their charges. Rather, they were designed to provide the opposite – the destruction of mind, soul, family, and civil stability. My friend makes a strong statement about the concurrence of legitimate state sovereignty and parental dominion over what, at the beginning and end of the day, is a sacred matter:

There can be no independent Texas without the independence of parents to fully direct the private schooling of their own children.

      • Id, at 220, 364.

Hint: this is applicable within and without the Lone Star Republic. The schools were instituted in the Nineteenth Century for the tandem purposes of training cheap factory labor and eradicating Christian Western Civilization. With those objectives largely accomplished, the schemers shifted their focus to social engineering and indoctrination. Now they have shifted into a final, terminal phase, with schools becoming little more than Moloch worship centers where children are offered as sacrifices. An older Book offers proper wisdom for dealing with such atrocity:

But he that shall scandalize one of these little ones that believe in Me, it were better for him that a millstone should be hanged about his neck, and that he should be drowned in the depth of the sea.

      • Matthew 18:6

Hello. It’s another column about schools and education, approximately number 430 if you’re keeping score. First, a “shout out” to one reader, Dixie Belle 47, who appears to have excellent tastes. I must warn you, gentle reader, this one is about to get plain disgusting. It’s a tale of Readin’, Ritin’, and Raunch, courtesy of a public Moloch temple in Washington State. (I issue a strong advisory regarding the video and pictures at that link).

A middle school principal is facing discipline for an inappropriate, “sexualized” licking game between students and staff.

Before students left for spring break, Desert Hills Middle School in Kennewick hosted an assembly and fundraiser that featured a competition between students and staff. Two plexiglass panes were stationed in the middle of the gymnasium and each side of the glass had four spots of marshmallow cream. Students and staff then competed to lick it off the plexiglass, often with adult educators and their minor students licking their respective sides of the glass at once. Students in the crowd could be heard screaming, “ew,” “disgusting,” “that’s so gross,” and “what the heck?” One student yelled, “who thought that this was a good idea?”

Who, one student? Faggots and idiots, one supposes. Then again, Dr. Traci Pierce, Kennewick School District Superintendent, and potential High Priestess asserted, “There is zero evidence to suggest or support that this was in any way ‘grooming’ activity on the part of organizers or participants.” Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck… It’s a cat! Your lying eyes. Please ignore the pictures, video, and victim statements to the contrary. It’s not supposed to be that way, you see. According to the district’s website, its mission “is to provide a safe environment in which every student reaches his or her highest potential and is well prepared for success in secondary school education.” Really, what safer or higher potential is there than playing tonsil hockey with the staff? 

Yes, I’m sure your child’s school is totally different. And we’re just dealing with allegations and suspicions. And evidence bordering on proof. But, seeing as how there is “zero evidence” of malfeasance, one could guess this episode was the result of a simple, silly lapse of judgment. One could also guess that Pol Pot was a kind-hearted and well-meaning man whose exuberance got the better of him. 

Desert Hills Middle is the “Home of the Hawks!” If I remember correctly, hawks are birds of prey that swoop down and snare small unwary critters. Kind of the way pedophiles snare and groom kids. Zero evidence. All conjecture on my part. Do ignore the pictures, video, and victim statements.

Instead, to get a better idea of how Desert Hills raises that potential in a safe environment, consult the school’s Student Handbook, “Sexual Harassment”, p. 20:

SEXUAL HARASSMENT

Students and staff are protected against sexual harassment by anyone in any school program or activity, including on the school campus, on the school bus, or off-campus during a school-sponsored activity.

Sexual harassment is unwelcome behavior or communication that is sexual in nature when:

    • A student or employee is led to believe that he or she must submit to unwelcome sexual conduct or communications in order to gain something in return, such as a grade, a promotion, a place on a sports team, or any educational or employment decision, or
    • The conduct substantially interferes with a student’s educational performance or creates an intimidating or hostile educational or employment environment.

Examples of Sexual Harassment:

    • Pressuring a person for sexual favors
    • Unwelcome touching of a sexual nature
    • Writing graffiti of a sexual nature
    • Distributing sexually explicit texts, e-mails, or pictures
    • Making sexual jokes, rumors, or suggestive remarks
    • Physical violence, including rape and sexual assault

You can report sexual harassment to any school staff member or to the district’s Title IX Officer, who is listed above. You also have the right to file a complaint (see below). For a copy of your district’s sexual harassment policy and procedure, contact your school or district office, or view it online here: Policy: 3206 R3206.

Kids, you might not get far reporting harassment to school staff if the staffers are the ones doing the harassment. Might young students reasonably believe they have to submit to unwelcome conduct, like, say, licking teachers or what have you, in order to gain something? And might this interfere with their educational performance while creating a hostile environment? Might a touching of the tongues, even through thin plexiglass, constitute an unwanted sexual scenario? Would a random eighth-grade boy who did something similar with a girl, the way boys and girls did back in another age, run afoul of this policy? These are questions competent police officers and district attorneys would be asking if America was still governed by laws, common sense, or common decency. 

Note: The district’s policy links route to a cool “404” error. I’m sure they’re not trying to hide anything. Again, zero evidence. Pol Pot = nice fellow. Etc. And maybe this wasn’t harassment. Maybe it was instruction! If it’s still up, one can watch the district’s Comprehensive Sexual Health Education Parent Preview Night video on EW(!)-tube. Learn all about how S.B. 5395 (2020) requires all 4th through 12th graders in Washington to be indoctrinated in all matters regarding sexual health – all matters, like, let’s imagine for a second, minors playing old-fashioned plexiglass spit-swap with adults. No grooming whatsoever.

One wonders when the joys of grooming, er, health “education” will become available to the tiny K-3 kids. And there really is no lower age limit for this kind of rank evil. Powerful forces far beyond the American Northwest are hard at work on satan’s behalf. Just in time for this story, the International Commission of (Homosexual) Jurists, an affiliate of the (Homosexual) United Nations, released their 8 March Principles for Sodomy and Child Sacrifice. If one has recovered from vomiting over the above-linked video, then one might enjoy an encore by reading the report. Read things like the following, at the end of Principle 14, pp. 21-22 (just above Principle 15, Abortion):

Parents, guardians, carers, or other persons who enable or assist children or people in their care, including persons with disabilities, to exercise their sexual and reproductive rights, including by procuring sexual and reproductive health services, goods or information, may not be held criminally liable, unless they have engaged in coercion, force, fraud, or there was a lack of free and informed decision-making on the part of the child or person for whom they were caring.

Wait, there’s more. From Principle 16, pp. 22-23:

With respect to the enforcement of criminal law, any prescribed minimum age of consent to sex must be applied in a non-discriminatory manner. Enforcement may not be linked to the sex/gender of participants or age of consent to marriage.

Moreover, sexual conduct involving persons below the domestically prescribed minimum age of consent to sex may be consensual in fact, if not in law. In this context, the enforcement of criminal law should reflect the rights and capacity of persons under 18 years of age to make decisions about engaging in consensual sexual conduct and their right to be heard in matters concerning them. Pursuant to their evolving capacities and progressive autonomy, persons under 18 years of age should participate in decisions affecting them, with due regard to their age, maturity and best interests, and with specific attention to non-discrimination guarantees.

All that is more than a word salad. Still, some of the words have meaning. “May be consensual in fact”. “Evolving capacities”. “Progressive autonomy”. These are not coded messages; they are overtly explaining what they’re up to. Child molestation and, ultimately, sacrifice, are the plan. It’s a policy at the international, national, state, district, and school levels. Only a maniac would force his child to participate in any such openly luciferian program. In other words… HOMESCHOOL! And, considering that degeneracy has become the norm in post-Christian ‘Murica, one might reasonably want to separate from all popular culture to the greatest extent possible or practical. In many cases, one need not wait for one’s state to secede from the pack or for the pack to fall completely apart; one can just personally, or in the familial sense, break from the madness.

Those in Washington, or other states within and without Texas, might benefit from some of the ideas Terry presents in his Secession book. And for more examples of the retarded, retarding, lecherous, and ruinous nature of the schools, with a workable alternative, please buy a copy or ten of THE SUBSTITUTE. 

Deo vindice.

(Excuse of a) COLUMN: The Right Direction(s)

20 Thursday Apr 2023

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The Right Direction(s)

 

What a whirlwind! Due to circumstances, this one will be a little shorter than usual. I have just physically returned from my first venture away from the swamp in about 1,000 years. As a pseudo-hermit and curmudgeon I fancy not liking public interaction. Ironically, once out and about the old Possum generally has the best time. Maybe a little too good. Maybe. 

I’d like to publicly thank Don Livingston, Brion McClanahan, and the whole gang at the Abbeville Institute for an incredible gathering. Happy 20th anniversary! This will all take a second to digest, but it has left me with great optimism. 

Along with some recent reading, the entire confab imparted the overall sense that things like Southern nationalism, Christianity, realism, and sanity are still in vogue. None of us can predict where this decade goes with complete accuracy, but I do believe we might be on the right road. I’ll try to elaborate a little more as I readjust to normalcy. There are still some issues to work out or through. Our people, in general, have some decent perspectives about what’s what and where things are headed. We’ll get there. In. Due. Time.

It was amazing to meet some younger people who are awake rather than “woke”. Some great questions were asked, and some substantial answers given. You younger men keep powering through. Us oldsters will do whatever we can to help make your future work!

One may look around the Institute’s previous lectures and more HERE. I don’t think the 2023 rounds are up yet so please check back frequently.

How refreshing it was to take a short break from the usual news-unworthy madness. Any exciting new hoaxes and idiocies while I was away? To stoke a half-rant, I’ll pick just one to look at. 

Let’s see…

Here we go! Churchians Cuck on Tranny Gun Control! In the wake of the lgbtP attack on Christians last month, Brent Leatherbrain of the SBC’s ERLC (LMAO, GTFO!), is echoing Tennessee Governor Shill Lee’s (R-Israel) call for gun control. They might be using different words, but that’s what it amounts to. Tennessee has existed for 226 years. The State’s good people have been armed the whole time. The spectacle of queers murdering Christian children is relatively new, as new as the phenomenon of TN lieutenant governors named Randy (R-Israel) leaving randy comments of homo twerking social media pics. [LITERALLY writes itself, thanks]. So, of course, the sensible thing to do is ban guns. One suspects the retards in the legislature will do something moronic, especially the GOPers.

***IMPORTANT REMINDER!!!*** We have to VoAt rEpUbLiCaN or else the demoncrats will give us gun control, queer child-killers, and lustful comments of sodomite tik-tokiness.

Advice? Millstones. Millstones everywhere. And, for the love of children, homeschool.

Now, a few more items:

Dr. Ironsides is going to China! 你好，新读者和朋友。 如果书中的任何东西都是合法的帮助，那么我很高兴提供我所能提供的东西。 而且，如果老男孩足够有趣，那么如果需要的话，我们会翻译十亿份。 请准备好那些元。

Lynne and other fans (can’t believe I have those), thank you! You do realize there was a literal movie star standing just a few feet away, right? 

Cousins, it’s always a good time to gather.

MB, great to see you, man! When you stepped away for a second, I informed the crowd how lucky they were/are. (I also appropriated a cup of coffee).

Paul, please pardon the lack of biscuits and the … “stir”.

This one is much shorter than normal, yes. All I got, kids. In the coming weeks and months, I have some great books to review. And, we’re gonna have fiction, fiction, and more fiction. Stay tuned. God bless. And, 

Deo vindice!

COLUMN: A Hypnotic Whomp-Whomping Over Paris (AURELIUS)

12 Wednesday Apr 2023

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A Hypnotic Whomp-Whomping Over Paris

 

Greetings, beloved readers. Being pressed for time, I had to improvise this week. Luckily for you, that means a little fiction! But first, read this book: Running on Empty: How the Imminent Collapse of the Petrodollar System Sets the Stage for World War III, by Alexander Macris (2023). It’s very short but rather important. Many of the predictions from December and January have already come to pass. Things are heating up. Ultimately, all of this will be good for any Americans who survive getting to “ultimately”.

And now, a preview of another little book:

Spring 2017: France has suffered great violence and political turmoil. Everything is shrouded in deception, death, and danger, but rest assured, Dr. Ironsides is on the case. Our “better than Bond” story is a hard, fast, all-action, first-person(!) thriller set in Paris one year before the beginning of THE SUBSTITUTE. What follows is from one draft or another and is, of course, subject to change. Enjoy.

~ a short segment from ~

AURELIUS

(a forthcoming Tom Ironsides novella)

I heard the chopper, of course, a noticeable part of the background noise on a night of continuing excitement. Slowly wandering down the street – I won’t call it staggering – I checked my shoulder again. It was a clean wound and small. I couldn’t even rest my pinky in the gash. That was happy news as far as I was concerned: a few stitches and I’d be fine. I was catching my breath and I then suddenly became aware I was probably wandering the wrong way. So it was that I had just decided to check the next street sign I came upon and walk back towards Foch. Then I looked up. 

It was only a block away or less, hovering maybe fifty feet above the rooftops. Even in the dark, I could see it was blue and white, a newer Eurocopter model. She turned slightly to one side, and I read ‘Gendarmerie’ printed on the side just above the skid. The rear door might have been, probably was open, slid back. Figures were moving inside though I really couldn’t see what they were doing nor, beyond being cops, who, exactly, they were. As I listened to the loud, nearly hypnotic whomp-whomping, half of my brain suggested waving. What better way, I thought, to get in touch with Jacques? The other half, however, maybe the half with the experience or the intuition, suddenly if silently objected. I had no time for internal debate. In an instant, the spotlight hit me. I didn’t feel like it, but I immediately launched the full sprint again, running by the absolute Grace of God. 

Speeding across an intersection, racing towards the opposite corner and relative, temporary safety, I felt the shrapnel hit. Bits of lead or other metal fragments and little chunks of asphalt were driven into my legs and back. Even in the heat of things, I could tell it probably wasn’t bad, maybe not even breaking the skin and certainly not leaving any long-term damage. But the accompanying sound told me it was a SAW or another light machine gun of some kind, not the thing one wants to feel the full experience of. Around the corner, I hugged the inside of the sidewalk, trying to use the wall to my right as a partial shield. The shots stopped but I could hear the whomping louder than before and, just barely, I caught the note of the turbines revving up. The glare of the spotlight returned. She was on me! 

After only perhaps a block, the gunner opened up again. All around me, though thankfully just behind, a cacophony of breaking glass, snapping brick and concrete, and exploding rounds broke out. I darted down the first turn I came to. I felt for it but did not draw my pistol. I’ve been the guy in the air doing the shooting. Against such an opponent, there’s not much a man on the ground can do with a sidearm in the dark. Then I was in another alley, still running hard and fast. The light flickered on and off as I ran and the sound moved in and out, surrounding and then passing me. I knew she was getting ahead. So mid-run, I turned hard. In a moment, I was back on the first street, heading in my original direction. Knowing they’d figure out the move, I took the next right I came to. 

In this manner, I zigged and zagged, slowly – all too slowly – making my way in a southerly direction. At some point, I crossed Foch. Glancing to my right, I noticed many flashing lights. I wondered where Jacques was and if he was still watching my bow-tie show. At any rate, I had no time to correct my course, with the gunner suddenly right behind me once again. More bullets kept me moving fast. After what seemed like an hour, or a day, I arrived at Trocadero Gardens. Unfortunately, I ran in from the side and was unable to obtain the cover of the museums. My plan, if I had one, was to make for the carousel and take up a shooting position. I was wondering if any officers had seen me running and how anyone could miss all the gunfire. A little optimism almost started building in my head. However, just past the central pool, in sight of the Pont d’Lena, they had me. 

A van rolled off of New York straight onto the grass. I halted and faced off with half a dozen men, each aiming a rifle at me. The Eurocopter was now just behind, hovering and illuminating me. I figured I was covered and would be mowed down if I resisted. So, I slowly raised my hands. Several of my terrestrial assailants moved in. They were strangely attired but were given away by their uncovered faces. It was obvious that I had encountered Middle Eastern terrorists making a low-effort attempt to kind of, sort of look like cops. But while their appearance was almost comical, their guns did command respect. One of them roughly patted me down and relieved me of the burden of my gun. Passing it off to a comrade, he spoke, angrily if haughtily: ‘Doctor Ironsides! Steinmeier said we could expect you. Please join us for a ride.’ 

I asked, ‘Nicholas? Is he going to join us? Maybe show off the Foundation’s real work in all these happy events?’ 

The answer was a little cold, and it came with a hard blow to my head: ‘No, mon ami. He’s busy setting up a new government for a new nation, but he asked us to give you a tour. If you don’t mind now, let’s go!’ 

We walked slowly towards the van, while I still actively gasped from the run and while my mind raced. Six of them, and they appeared serious, were a little much, at least in my present condition. For the life of me, I was out of plans. Fortunately, someone else was not. 

The helo was lazily drifting away and to the south. The spotlight turned off as it passed over New York. I was watching it uneasily while we walked, so I saw the whole thing. It happened, all of it, so very fast as to make accurate recounting somewhat speculative. First, in my mind’s eye, there was the explosion. Then, as the burning wreck fell into the Seine, I noticed the trail in the air. ‘Why didn’t I pack an R-P-G?’ I think I actually laughed openly. The other men didn’t find the episode funny. Alarmed rather, they ran several steps forward toward the van. I could have made a dash for it, but I (we, rather) were interrupted again. I only noticed the other van when it careened onto the sidewalk and ran over four or five of my captors, scattering the rest. The driver fired a submachine gun into the cab of the first van and then called to me in French: ‘Docteur Tom! Entrer!’ I did so almost immediately. But first, I had just the presence of mind to snatch my gun back from one of the last men standing. For bailment, I shot him in the temple. I wasn’t even seated, my door still ajar, when the heroic driver hit the gas, launching us into the traffic on New York. A couple of stray rounds hit the van as we rocketed away. He handed me his MP-5, saying, ‘Prends le! Pour toute poursuite. – Take it! For any pursuit.’ 

I looked down at the gun before I looked over at him. But, when I did, I knew him! He was a Godsend and I told him so: ‘Pauly! You’re a Godsend! How’d you know?’ 

‘My scanner. It’s normally how I keep the business one step ahead of the … you know. And I wasn’t going to let them get away with my favorite old customer.’ 

‘When did you get into the heavier stuff?’ 

‘About the time your old supplier, the other American, Becker? When he left town. Have a hard time moving the stuff. I don’t sell to them – the new French nor Steinmeier’s kind.’ 

‘Well, I’m glad to see you again. Thank you, brother!’ I said with joy. 

‘Don’t mention it. Now, where am I taking you?’ 

I had him route over to Foch. There, at an intersection, Jacques waved us down. He was expecting us, pinging both our phones as it turned out. For a second, I was worried about Pauly. 

‘He just happened to be in the area,’ I said. ‘I saw him and jumped—’ 

Jacques didn’t require an excuse. ‘Save it. He works for us some of the time.’ 

‘Who doesn’t?’ I asked. 

Pauly drove away and I started quizzing Jacques about, well, from my perspective, revenge. He had other ideas, insisting that I visit a hospital. We arrived at the closest ER under a heavy escort. While a young, attractive lady doctor cleaned my shoulder and prodded my backside, I renewed the interrogation or debriefing. ‘You must have everything you need,’ I said. ‘If nothing else, the button-vision footage should suffice. They even implicated Steinmeier back in the park. When do we—’ 

‘Yes, that and more. But there is no we. It’s time for you to resume retirement and maybe think about returning to Slovakia. Like tonight,’ he said somewhat firmly. 

‘That, my friend, isn’t in the cards,’ I said defiantly. 

‘It is. And it’s all of them. The whole deck! I will, for old times’ sake, give you a little more information. We’ll go to a field office before you leave – and it is time you leave, you damned trouble-making Yankee. I’ll answer a few questions in exchange for a few answers from you, and for your promise to stop shooting people and blowing things up!’ 

Within an hour of leaving the hospital, we were at a field office, which looked a lot like a good neighborhood pub. We entered a private office in the back, me sipping Scotch, and they pulled up a monitor. It was then after midnight. 

…

[Learn More This Fall]

How was that? Great. Make some room on the old credit card!

Deo vindice!

 

COLUMN: A Day Of Vengeance: Observations on Nashville

05 Wednesday Apr 2023

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A Day Of Vengeance: Observations on Nashville

 

Padraig Martin has a new book out, a collection of Southern dissident essays, The Honorable Cause. I’ve read it and it’s a great first step toward righting the Dixie mindset for the rapidly approaching future. In it, I found some words I wish I had written:

In short, Americanism can best be described as a 24/7 commercial starring crossdresser RuPaul as he twerks and pitches the benefits of a predatory reverse home mortgage to obese diabetics and simpletons.

      • Rick Dirtwater, Americanism: Death of the South, The Honorable Cause, p. 186 (2023).

Sodomy, usury, retardation, and obesity – our cherished ‘Murican values! It really is just about that ridiculous. And it’s going to get worse.

I drafted an entirely different column, which will wait for later. As the mass homicide at the Covenant School has been memory-holed by the MSM for obvious reasons, I thought we’d take a brief look at it. Though their casus belli is specious at best, the queers openly advertised they wanted vengeance. It looks like they got it. One wonders when, if ever, will we get ours. Some bullet-pointed observations:

  • ‘Murica’s fake president proudly proclaimed, just a few days ago, “Transgender Americans shape our nation’s soul”. “Joe Biden” might be an actor, a robot, or a computer program, but he’s not wrong about the anti-soul of the dead empire.
  • The shape of the empire’s soul looks something like a statue of Moloch. The transvestites, et al, may be cursed with substantial mental illness. However, as evidenced by their weaponization, they are also imbued with demonic evil. In Nashville, they did what they’ve always done – prey on children and any adults getting in the way.
  • As usual, with the Covenant shooting, all we have are the reports of the government and the media, a combined entity every bit as schizophrenic as an average transvestite. A grain of salt, or the whole bag. 
  • Assuming any part of the given narrative is accurate, we have another wind-up toy, a she-he-it freak, loosed upon Christian children. You’ve no doubt read the story. I assume it was mentally deranged, under the influence of narcotics, and probably directed by something along the lines of an lgbtP-ized MK-Ultra.  
  • Police Chief Drake claims the freak left a manifesto. The queers don’t want it ever released, so we can guess what it says. They’ve been ranting away obscenely about killing Christians. They and their satanic masters appear to be serious. As usual, some of those masters, or the agents thereof in the form of US media Jews, took to social media to make fun of our tragedy. It speaks volumes that the Taliban stepped in with words of aid and comfort. Thank you, Muslim brothers and sisters!
  • There’s no doubt the actions of the freak were wicked. But was it? We are assured: “When it goeth well with the just the city shall rejoice: and when the wicked perish there shall be praise.” Proverbs 11:10. The killer perished. Do we sing praise when it goeth not so well in the city?
  • The faux vengeance of the wicked is self-defeating. “For it is not the power of them, by whom they swear, but the just vengeance of sinners always punisheth the transgression of the unjust.”  Wisdom 14:31. That’s another way of saying, as King Theoden did, “Oft evil will shall evil mar.” Given the context of verses 26 through 30, it’s an all-the-more-fitting message in this case. Still, the punishment came at a terrible price for the innocent.
  • Vengeance is a heck of a concept. As is the notion of return or counter–vengeance.  Ultimately, it belongeth to the Lord. Hebrews 10:30. As to righteous vengeance, the Lord may allow or even direct His people to seek retribution. See Ezekiel 25:14.
  • In a purely hypothetical and fictitious context, if Southern Christians had any kind of modern military capability – which we certainly do not – then it would be interesting if the Lord gave us a perfect venue and time for striking back against some of the absolute worst of our enemies. It’s a moot point, really. But there are lessons to be learned from this pathetic episode.
  • Gun control in the USSA is a dead letter. Even the dullest Boomer normie understands that domestic disarmament is but a prelude to subjugation. And it is patently obvious that the other side has heartily embraced weaponry. Unlike the normies, the wicked are more than able to actually use their guns. And, again, I point out that weapons confiscation is a two-way street. That too is a moot point at the moment; once the war gets worse – and it will – the concept will become clearer.
  • Get out of the cities! Metro Nashville is home to more than 2 million people. In Davidson County and the surrounding areas, there has been sufficient demographic “diffusion” over the past fifty years to make for very vibrant, and, thus, horrifying circumstances. Simply put, predators go where the prey is. Urban areas are target-rich environments, which is only advantageous if you’re the one doing the targeting.
  • Homeschool or literally die. I suspect that fewer than 1% of US public schools and perhaps 10% of private academies deserve to exist. While I do not doubt that the Covenant school stands head and shoulders above the government-controlled competition, multiples of zero are still zero. I did a brief check and found no indication that Latin (or Greek, or Hebrew) is taught at Covenant. Even if the school does offer some semblance of the Trivium, it is still no substitute for Christian parents properly instructing their children at home. Also, consider the last time one ever heard of a school shooting at a homeschool.
  • Expect much more of this and worse. There are only a very few somewhat-interrelated future probabilities for the USSA, Dixie included. None of them look too pleasant. Pax Americana is over. Plan accordingly.
  • Regarding our plans for ourselves, a few parting words from Confucius: “Those whose courses are different cannot lay plans for one another.” Our courses are entirely different. We literally cannot live with these people.

Next week, I’ll probably drop a little preview of AURELIUS. For now, for an Ironsides fix, if one wants a picture of what the schools are really like these days, and if one likes seeing righteous vengeance visited upon the wicked, then consider reading THE SUBSTITUTE.

Deo vindice!

COLUMN: Proximité Périlleuse Pauvreté

29 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Proximité Périlleuse Pauvreté

 

My title roughly translates into “Poverty’s Perilous Proximity”, minus a “de” and “la” or two. I had to de-grammarize as we must always avoid alliteration! 

While I would dearly love to keep discussing the in-progress collapse of the Clown World economy, as it technically relates to Americans, my head hurts and the zero button on my calculator broke. However, I do fancy people who still want to exist. Ergo, as sometimes happens, we have a slightly different take on affairs. Une prise Française, with brief layovers in Ireland and China.

For several reasons, I lately drifted from my usual somber reading and picked up a copy of Mary Morrissy’s excellent collection of short stories, Prosperity Drive. While all her words stand out in a striking, yet poetic fashion, I found specific inspiration in these, in her fourth story, Gracefully, Not Too Fast:

Poverty was something to be feared: not for what the poor in their rage might do to you but for its perilous proximity. As if it might be infectious.

– Mary Morrissy, Prosperity Drive, Random House, (Kindle Ed.) P. 38 (2017).

The story walks the line, excitedly and sadly, self-ware and aloof, through a maze of music, illiteracy, and, as one might expect, social standing and destitution. The book is certainly worth one’s effort, so consider purchasing a copy. The above quote reminded me of a question posed by the wonderful Jessamine Lee the other day: “So I’m not rich.  So what?” It also reminded me of something a little older: of the wisdom in a passage of the Analects of Confucius:

When a country is well-governed, poverty and a mean condition are things to be ashamed of. When a country is ill-governed, riches and honour are things to be ashamed of.

So what, indeed, Ms. Lee? What does it all mean? On and around Prosperity Drive, poor little Bridget could not help her pecuniary circumstances. Her life and times were set in the post-WWII era, a transitory time for Ireland and the West. Much like her, so many of us cannot exactly control our circumstances. The Master constantly differentiated between the virtues of the superior man and the shortcomings of the mean man. He juxtaposed these two archetypes across various political cultures both desirous and baneful. The superior man should always stand upright, stoically, regardless of prevailing conditions. The mean man does not and cannot do so. Yet Confucius’s words used herein pertain to the general conditions of the populace.

In a noble country, graced with a fitting government, history shows a tendency toward merit, equity, and prosperity. In such a happy society, most people attain a relative position of self-sufficiency if not what might be regarded as economic wealth. And while there are exceptions – childhood travails, personal calamity, or obliging vows of poverty – under such tranquil circumstances, a lowly and crude status is generally thought to be indicative of poor character – of inelegance and sloth. Such is somewhat the spirit of the cautious admonishment from Saint Paul in II Thessalonians 3:10 (also attributed, later, to John Smith at Jamestown): “we declared to you: that, if any man will not work, neither let him eat.” In the original verse, “you” refers, twice before and once after, to [our] Christian Brethren. Hence, the assumption is an addressed society well-governed, spiritually if not politically or economically.

However, in a fallen state, cursed with a foul government, the opposite is generally true, as to honor and lament. While there must be some exceptions, in a lower(ed) society, those who have great abundance, or who are lauded popularly, are generally among the worst kinds of men – the “ticket-takers” of popular parlance. They are only thought wealthy and exemplary because they conform to the wickedness of the ruling status quo. In reality, their riches and their honor are false. One recalls a certain poor Carpenter turned Street Preacher and His angry rejection of the silver coin of the wealthy, well-connected, and presumably “honorable” elites of His day.

What remains of much of the faltering West is the dictionary definition of “ill-governed”. Not quite everything political, cultural, and economic is fake. Note that under such conditions, poverty and crudeness do not necessarily become proper; rather, it is that outwardly benefiting from the false, rigged system becomes the more shameful condition. You’re not “rich”? Good, it’s better that way.

France was recently a relatively stable country. It remains so, though something is obviously afoot. While French “socialism” was somewhat misunderstood by many Americans, it worked well enough for enough of the French people. The secularization of Catholic France is another matter. But, economically, in return for higher marginal tax rates (marginal, because other factors greatly equalized the overall burden felt by, say, Americans), the French did, in fact, receive various benefits such as general peace, excellent transportation, good schools, quality healthcare, functioning courts, long vacations, and early retirement. In short, the people paying for the services received the benefit of the services. Critically, the French ruled France. 

Then, something(s) changed.

One might not know it by watching what passes for news in the US, but for about five years, the French have been daily rioting in the streets. The gilets jaunes, mostly middle-aged, middle-class, ordinary French, not-so-quietly rebelled over several observable changes to their great nation. From the outside, France appears to be in a phase of transition, further along than the general West of the mid-20th century. In some ways, many ways, it is about where the US was around 1980, and, like the US in 1980, the picture is changing quickly. The recent pension reforms, carried out in the usual Clown World “democratic” fashion, without a proper vote, sparked a new, higher level of rebellion, something perilously bordering on civil war. The evil globalist elites who control the French government have postponed the age of retirement to free up more money for a growing cadre of schemes. The French are now being forced to pay for their altered destiny. And they know it. Transitioning into nefarious governance, the infectious specter of poverty knocks at the door. The people see that their limited future holds less in the way of riches and honor. 

They are responding accordingly and properly. They’re burning it down! Taking a page from the Sri Lankan and Lebanese playbooks, they’ve started torching the homes of the wicked politicians who dared to disrupt the accepted order of things. Millions of men and women are blocking streets and fighting for their collective way of life. Farmers are dumping manure and garbage at government offices. The people are setting fire to police stations. Some speak of making the guillotine great again. Some mention Macron by name. State visits are postponed. The heat, as they say, is on.

If this was happening in places like Russia, Iran, or Minneapolis, then the gekaufte journalisten would be singing the praises of these mostly peaceful protesters attempting to overcome oppression. As-is, the militarized police are in the streets beating and gassing their countrymen. But cracks are forming. Here and there, unionized civil employees, firefighters, and police officers are joining the protests. We are also reminded of the Generals’ Letter and the Soldiers’ Letter, penned barely two years ago. Previously, the military warned the idiot politicians that domestic unrest was imminent if something wasn’t given. Nothing was given, and now the letters look prophetic. And if a war of some kind is inevitable, it might make sense to get it over with sooner than later. 

This should have been foreseen as it is literally in the lyrics of “La Marseillaise”:

Allons enfants de la patrie,

Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

Contre nous de la tyrannie

L’étendard sanglant est levé! (bis)

Entendez-vous dans les campagnes,

Mugir ces féroces soldats?

Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras

Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!

Aux armes, citoyens!

Formez vos bataillons!

Marchons ! Marchons!

Qu’un sang impur

Abreuve nos sillons!

In English:

Let’s go children of the fatherland,

The day of glory has arrived!

Against us tyranny’s

Bloody flag is raised! (2x)

In the countryside, do you hear

The roaring of these fierce soldiers?

They come right to our arms

To slit the throats of our sons, our friends!

To arms, citizens!

Form your battalions!

Let us march! Let us march!

May impure blood

Water our fields!

Last year, they endured a bit of a drought, so the fields are thirsty. Here’s the anthem, as sung magnificently in 1989 by the irrepressible Mireille Mathieu:

Mathieu, a staunch Catholic, might personally prefer the tone of the alternative Royalist version (Allons armée Catholique!). I would like to say that I do; however, that edition was essentially a parody of the Freemasonic original. It needs work, honestly. And, given the times and the elitist luciferian enemy occupying Paris, the lyrics of the standard anthem work well, regardless of parentage. Indeed, it is most fitting to hurl the words back at the Enlightenment mongers who have created the current existential crisis! Let the usurpers fear what the legitimate people do in their rage.

Given the continued fiery resistance of the proud French, and the futility of Clown World analytics, I have a grand idea! My Tom Ironsides’s action novella, AURELIUS, is set amidst barely-fictitious contemporary French social and political turmoil to match literal current events. As such, I may drop select parts of a few chapters here soon. Publication, hopefully, shall happen this autumn. Until then, of course, THE SUBSTITUTE awaits your perusal. 

Une note à mes amis Français: Continuez à vous battre! Pourquoi? Parce Deus vult, et Deo vindice!

Avant de partir: Je t’aime trop et je ne peux vivre sans toi! Voici “Pardonne Moi” de Mathieu (1970):

COLUMN: Screening The Competition: A Look Around (A Mysterious Loop Around 1980)

22 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Screening The Competition: A Look Around (A Mysterious Loop Around 1980)

 

The girl had serious competition from gals with names like Lynda Carter, Mary Tamm, and Catherine Bach. I mean, circa 1980, that was camera-melting serious competition. Still, for the crime of stealing his little heart, if a boy had to identify one lone perp from the lineup, then this one would have pointed a giddy finger at Lalla Ward.

The 2020 US presidential contest was stolen – the crowning achievement of the deep state’s decades-long quest to totally control electoral politics. How many decades? At least, we are now certain, four. Information and revelations have just surfaced proving a prior theory of mine that The Actor was installed by the dark state at Jimmy Carter’s expense. I just wasn’t sure exactly how they did it. Now we know. I get a little defensive about Jimmah if, for no other reason, he is the only President I have ever met (he and Miss Rosalynn are two of the sweetest people I’ve ever encountered). Now knowing that external events were used to sway the 1980 election, I consider whether internal events were used to degrade Carter’s whole tenure and administration. I wish I could consider this over a decent number of Billy Beers.

On the heels of last week’s analysis of the debt apocalypse, the Piedmont Chronicles requested an exclusive follow-up article. I sent one wherein I delved a little deeper into the derivatives casino bubble. Here’s the Big List of who gambled what, as of the end of 2022. Note that Goldman (No. 1) and JPM-Chase (No. 2) together account for a derivatives H-bomb over five times the size of the reported US annual GDP. No. 10 PNC had an exposure equal to the entire federal budget of 1980. While the real number of banks at systemic risk might be “all of them”, 200(!) are known to be in grave danger. The trouble is international: “UBS has offered to buy Credit Suisse for up to $1bn, with Swiss authorities planning to change the country’s laws to bypass a shareholder vote on the transaction as they rush to finalise a deal before Monday.” That, by the way, is Clown World “democracy” in action, “democracy” meaning the hasty rigging of laws to circumvent votes. 

Rigged elections. Rigged banks. Rigged shareholder votes. What else is going on? How about rigged schools and lawsuits?

Multiple failed US government “school” systems are suing Big Tech, allegedly on behalf of their students, for nuisance, negligence, and, interestingly, unfair competition. Read San Mateo County’s Complaint against EweTube, Goolag, et al, HERE. There’s a crisis in the “schools”!

Charged with the care and education of the nation’s children, educators in San Mateo County are on the frontlines and face the brunt of a crisis they are compelled to address. Like other schools across America, schools in San Mateo County have had to deploy extraordinary and unprecedented resources and measures to protect and restore the health and safety of children in their care. Our local schools have had to divert precious resources away from traditional pedagogical goals to address this immediate and pressing crisis. But a tragedy for some is a bonanza for others. As schools and families are dealing with an exploding crisis wreaking havoc on the health and safety of the nation’s youth, social media companies enjoy an explosion of revenue. 

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…Social media companies quickly realized that these unique vulnerabilities make young people an especially lucrative market because their reward pathways hardwired for healthy social development can be readily hijacked to keep them on their platforms for excessive periods of time. Over time and continuing to today, Defendants have adjusted and optimized the underlying algorithms and features of their platforms to exploit these vulnerabilities. 

(San Mateo Complaint, at 5-7).

Despite this allegation coming from a US “school” system, some of it is accurate, like the part I emphasized above. I covered the neuro-physical impact of “screen” watching over two years ago. 

Professor Hikaru Takeuchi, a neuroscientist at Tohoku University, Japan, published a startling study about exactly what television does, long-term, to a child’s brain. The changes morph from chemical to physical, with abnormal growth in the frontal lobe, frontopolar cortex, hypothalamus, septum, sensorimotor, and visual reception centers. So altered, the child is increasingly susceptible to the symptoms of ADD or ADHD (pre-existing or not), lowered visual perception, increased aggression, depression, decreased vocabulary capacity, decreased linguistic ability, lowered reasoning ability, and even lowered general IQ. 

Is the BAD part clear now? If not, I’ll keep going.

Research released this year, by scientists in Hungary, exposes the horrific damage done by screens to Generation Alpha (the post-Z kids, born 2010 and after). While it’s a little predictable, I’m happy they finally have a common title. They also have a common problem. Our youngest generation has, if one thinks about it for a second, grown up in a world entirely awash in electronic entertainment and information. Here, I could write another entire column or a book. Why can’t Johnny read? He can’t even go outside! 

The good Hungarians found that screen-addicted children – and it is an addiction – by and through the aforementioned mechanisms, grow up or into entirely different thought patterns and processes than they would have normally and naturally. Beyond the horrors delineated by Takeuchi, newer studies show a stark, uniform shift from “right-brain” thinking to left. That means children become more detail-oriented at the expense of creativity and overall abstract reasoning abilities. It’s cliche but the researchers are correct in saying the kids “can’t see the forest for the trees.”

The CIA, the advertising industry, and television studios understood the susceptibilities of the mind and the narcotic effect of moving pictures thereon decades before the advent of social media. The socials are arguably worse than TeeVee and ordinary webbery because they are more readily accessible, interactive, and personalized. They are addictive and psychotropic, just like the amphetamines the schools force many children to take. They are damaging like the fake vaccines the schools force on many of the kids. They are spirit-crushing, just like the act of sitting in stupid classrooms for twelve years, as forced on all the kids. Does pot meet kettle? Jealousy. No wonder they’re claiming unfair competition; ruining the minds and lives of children is the educators’ job, right?

There’s also a very uncomfortable relationship, unmentioned in the Complaint. In civil law, there is such a thing as the “empty chair” defense, whereby a defendant attempts to shift culpability to some other party unnamed in the plaintiff’s cause of action. In many or most cases, the CIA, DOD, FBI, etc., founded, funded, owned, and/or operated the social media companies. These agencies have an inordinate influence on the “schools” as well. These are cases likely going nowhere, unless there is a deeper plot to further, rather than combat, the very real crisis in the schools. Let all of this stand as another reason in an endless list why no child should ever set foot in an organized school.

Along with so much else, the ill effects of social media in the classroom are fully covered in THE SUBSTITUTE, the novel of which you should buy at least 10 copies. In Chapter Eleven, Tom Ironsides explains why the schools failed:

Towards the end of class, a quiet, well behaved boy asked him a simple and direct question: ‘Mister, why are our schools so bad?’

In hindsight, Tom could have made a more tactful response. But he was hot then and given to honesty in general. He looked the boy in the eye and without hesitation said: ‘Because they’re run by feminists, queers, and communists.’

Back in 1980, Tom was, of course, his high school’s star quarterback and student. He survived, but things were different then, and he’s exceptionally exceptional.

And now, to honor Brian Hendrix’s fascinating Southern country apologetics at Reckonin’ and MB’s Musical Minutes at TPC, I offer a little neo-Celtic folk rock from some of the loveliest, most talented young ladies in Belfast.

“Red Button”, Dea Matrona:

 

“You’re So Vain”, Carly Simon (cover by Dea Matrona):

How it wasn’t a hit in the US, back in … 1980, I don’t know. Yet, as a bonus, here’s Martha and the Muffins with “Echo Beach”:

And around 1980, Martha Ladly, the other Martha, the Martha on keyboards, did look a lot like Lalla Ward! Yandex or Brave it, and, yes, these two beauties still look alike. And beautiful. “Echo Beach” was a Top 10 hit in the Muffin’s native Canada and Ward’s UK about the time Ward was in the middle of her run as the second incarnation of Romana, Tom Baker’s Dr. Who’s rare, peer-level Timelord companion. Come to remember it, Ward shared an episode in, I think, 1979 with Tamm (RIP). In 1972, or, excuse me, eight years before 1980, Ward also shared the big screen with the extremely beautiful and, later, falsely-maligned Lynne Frederick (RIP) in Vampire Circus, perhaps the last of the classic Hammer horror flicks. Neither sweetheart got enough speaking time, but we all recall the exciting scene where Ward’s Helga cruelly but cutely taunts Frederick’s Dora. It’s a shame we don’t have enough time for… Heck, here it is:

That’s all for now. Join me as we fade out lyrically:

1980, far away in time

1980, far away in time

1980, far away in time

1980, far away in time

19- 1980(!), far away in time

1980, far away in time…

 

COLUMN: A Review Of RECLAIMING THE CATHOLIC CHURCH by Giuseppe Filotto

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

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A Review Of RECLAIMING THE CATHOLIC CHURCH by Giuseppe Filotto

 

The times are interesting, though they are also Blessed. We’ve had more than a few extremely important books published this young century. I herein present a brief look at another one of them.

Giuseppe Filotto, RECLAIMING THE CATHOLIC CHURCH: The True History of Vatican II and the Visible Remnant of the Real Catholic Church now that the Vatican is a Pederast Infested Hive of Impostors, Warrior Monk (2020) (Amazon).

© Giuseppe Filotto.

Lately, I keep hearing variations of one kind or another, from Catholics and others, of the question, “What is going on with the Catholic Church?” Something is happening. Because something happened, something changed. While most people appear capable of sensing something is wrong, it took Reclaiming The Catholic Church to explain what went wrong, how it happened, and who was and is responsible.

Roundabout, via following Vox Day’s writings for years, I learned of Giuseppe Filotto, a very interesting Italian writer, engineer, and philosopher. Like so many of us, he wandered around for some time, only to come home to the Catholic faith (There is great meaning and truth in the play-on-words title of another book, Scott Hahn’s Rome Sweet Home). The good news for us, regarding the esteemed Mr. Filotto, is that when he came home, he brought his energy, his style, and his keen wit with him! I’ve been reading his blog for a while now. I’ve also seen a few of his video presentations. His is a knowledgeable style, measured, rational, and considerate, all with an edge and a fire about it. It is indicative of both stern character and higher intelligence. It works and remains likely that it took someone like Mr. Filotto to research and write such a book – which I recommend in the highest regard. All Catholics should read it along with anyone else who considers himself a Christian of any stripe.

Reclaiming The Catholic Church is 500+ pages of substance. I read it on Kindle where, thanks to the ease of digital operation, the reader may immediately access reams of additional, supporting information from other works, original and meta-analytical. The material presented and discussed is exhaustive. Filotto’s literary approach is as humorous as it is intellectual. I found the entire book, in addition to being almost overly cited, to be extraordinarily well laid out. Beyond mere structure, it naturally developed a smooth “flow” for lack of a better word. This may have been intentional on the author’s part, or else Filotto has an innate storyteller’s ability. It could be both cases. It could be, it most certainly is, that Filotto makes fine use of the Gifts given to him by the Holy Spirit. In exposing the plans of the enemy, he exhibits a fearless resolve sanctioned by Scripture. “Behold, I have given you power to tread upon serpents and scorpions, and upon all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall hurt you.“ Luke 10:19. All that said, here is the beginning of why this book is a critical work of Christian thought.

Filotto’s interspersed side commentary lends an aura of readability and humanity to the work. On page 58 he implores Catholics: “Face reality and deal with it sensibly…”, further noting that “Life is hard.” It is. And most Catholics, most Christians, and most Westerners have been woefully prepared to deal with it. In fact, they have been intentionally counter-prepared for a kind of unreality. The architects of this false existence are the same wicked degenerates that have ruined or attempted to ruin literally everything on planet Earth, especially Christianity.

On page 43, as if channeling Harvey and Laurie Bluedorn, Filotto writes, in explanation of Catholicism and Catholic thought: 

Be Able to Think Rationally and Logically. Although in essence this is already implied in the first two aspects of Catholic thought mentioned above, it is worth noting it separately and individually because training in formal logical thinking is nowadays so rare that you will most likely have to learn how to do it on your own. As well as teach it to your children. 

Rational thinking is a formal process. It is not taught today. Rather, its evil opposite is drilled into the brain. This is one primary reason why no sane, decent adult should ever allow any child near anything called a modern “school.” Another reason has to do with the nature and purpose of the schools – to break the family unit, and the nations, and to ultimately corrupt and undo Christendom. What passes for modern education is only a part of the centuries-long onslaught against Christian civilization, the capping achievement of which was the coup in Rome, a subject well and thoroughly explained in Filotto’s book.

The problems we face go far beyond any Church building or any one group of our assorted peoples. The reader may discover a personal attachment either through acknowledgment of the core principles or just from one of many darkly humorous cultural references. For example, Filotto is about the only author I have ever read who knows this anecdotal story from faded Dixie (unless it also happened elsewhere). From page 50, emphasis mine: “…so many Protestant “Pastors” seem to subscribe to the personal prosperity “gospel” that to all appearances is something like: “Throw your money in the air! What stays in the air you keep, the rest, is for me!” My grandmother used to tell of such a “Pastor” and his washtub collection plate with which he engaged in this exact abomination. I found the recitation charming, even as it serves as an indictment for much of modern Churchianity.

The whole point of Filotto’s book is that Christianity means Catholicism. As he points out, this was universally understood for approximately 1,000 years. The Christian Church is the Catholic Church. Unlike the book, which covers semi-tandem subjects in detail, my review will skip over Protestantism and Orthodoxy. I, for one, have a deep affection for many members of both of these groups. However, the schisms among Christians are not the kind of division Christ desired. Through His plain statement, Jesus Christ came to divide His Followers from the failed, collapsed faith of the Pharisaical Jews and from the general darkness of the fallen world. Upon Saint Peter, Christ founded His Church, upon which, per Matthew 16:18, the gates of hell shall not prevail. Yet, the past 2,000 years have demonstrated time and again that hell continues to crash against the Church, even if in vain. Satan’s attempts, we know, are ultimately futile, though they have had a discernible transient impact. Thus, out of alarm or ignorance, people keep asking the above-referenced question. Every attempt (and temporary minor success) in dividing the Faithful from the Church is the work of the devil.

Filotto concentrates his considerable knowledge and talent on the freemasonic infiltration of the Roman Catholic Church, over time, particularly, during the mid-20th century. The underlying premise of the book is something we are all familiar with. Men are weak. We are prone to stray. Christ had no more Ascended into Heaven than the Nicolaitans immediately began to forge a blasphemous cult of Bacchus atop the Holy foundation of the Church. That attempt was rapidly stamped out by the earliest Church Fathers. Filotto, to his great credit, gives numerous examples of other inspirational men rising to the challenge and defeating the impulses left in us by original sin. He does, indeed, continuously exhibit a Crusader’s spirit, which is rather appropriate for a Christian man. Christ was a fighter! As must be His followers.

The major premise of the book revolves around the seeming fall of the Church, to luciferian infiltration, which culminated with the publications of the Second Vatican Council (“Vatican II”). This matter, this deception, is a personal matter for all Christians. I encourage them to read Filotto’s book! Like my former self, most of them likely do not know and have not read a single word of the Vatican II documents. This is a terrible mistake, but a correctable one.

Today, later-day, fake apologists, the ones who barely contain their luciferian contempt for Christ and His Church, try to rhetorically turn the situation around. They claim that any Catholic who rejects Vatican II is a heretic, a schismatic, or both. Or worse. The truth is the opposite. The uninitiated will be introduced to two words they may have previously heard, but which they likely do not understand: “Sedevacantist,” and “Sedeprivationist.” The “Sedes”. More I leave to the intrepid reader, but Filotto well explains the definitions (and the difference) on page 249:

The only material difference between a Sedeprivationist and a Sedevacantist today is in the fact that a Sedeprivationist is saying that the Seat of Peter is not in fact “empty”, because an impostor is materially filling it, preventing a legitimate Pope from doing so. As well as preventing many nominal Catholics who have been badly catechised (or not catechised at all in many cases) from being able to grasp that the impostor is a fraud. Having an impostor in the Holy See is in fact worse than merely having no one in it at all.

Vatican II provided the schism, by way of heresy. Any Ordained official who does not reject Vatican II, tacitly endorses it. Publicly supporting heresy, legally means those leaders automatically lose their ordination and authority. So, we are left with only a Papal question of emptiness versus usurpation. The Sedes are the only Catholics fully, advisedly holding the devoted line, regardless of how one answers the question.

Along the way, Filotto does a grand job of explaining the real history of Catholicism, sometimes as a refutation of various slanders told against it. “Inquisition!” they shriek. It was real and it was really not what we’ve been told. Chart after chart of cases, with dispositions, is included. They paint a portrait of a just and charitable Church punishing evildoers while concurrently exuding Christ’s Grace, Wisdom, and Kindness. At one point, with a particular set of heinous crimes, I found myself mentally criticizing the author for being too lenient! However, he atones for himself and causes his reader (or caused this one) to stop and consider true justice and equity. I do believe there are miracles within this work! I leave their exact discovery to the joy of the reader.

Chapter Four is dedicated to explaining the precise meaning of each of the sixteen main points of Vatican II. All amount to base heresy, except for one part that is also blasphemous, and another that is, at best, meaningless and unnecessary. The entirety of the new false doctrine has the effect, as Filotto notes, of rendering the whole of the modernist, post-Vatican II Church a fraud, and essentially just another Protestant denomination. The build-up to this ruinous evil is explored in painstaking detail. All points and matters are presented, by necessity, by astute summation. However, all issues discussed are backed by full authority and are conveniently linked (especially through Kindle) for the reader’s instant or delayed perusal. 

Understanding what Vatican II (and its architects) did to the Church, necessarily leads to rejecting Vatican II (and its architects!). What it all means is that the majority of what most consider to be the “Catholic Church” is an intentionally misguided imposter, and all “popes” after Pious XII died in 1958 are imposters. This was and is a great rebellion. These people, the ignorantly misguided and the overtly evil, left the Church. But like all other attempts, this one will fail. The gates have not and will not prevail against us because of the supernatural Protection of Christ. Filotto’s book is beyond important. It is a fun, necessary, and exciting call to the Good, the True, and the Beautiful. We needed the explanation this book provides. An accurate description is all the more needed as evidence of the problem, in an unexplained state, is all around us.

Information has surfaced of late that reinforces the truth of “Sede” Catholicism, as the secret police of the former United States have designated “Radical Traditionalist Catholics” or “RTCs” as domestic terrorists and a threat to globalism and satanism. Guess who qualifies as an RTC? This kind of calculated insult is in reality the highest form of praise, and it is proof of Christ’s wisdom concerning the world hating us as expressed in John 15:18-19. Part of the US DOJ’s [SIC] definition of “RTC” revolves around insistence on the Traditional (pre-Vatican II) Latin Mass ( or “TLM”).

The TLM is under direct assault worldwide by the modernists and their anti-pope(s). If you are Catholic, the odds are that your local Diocese has recently ordered the termination of TLM at all Parishes. Why? The National Catholic Register even ran an opinion piece a few years ago explaining how the Latin Mass became a cult of “toxic tradition”. That is an exemplification of the Church balefully conforming to the ways of the fallen modern world. It is also what is referred to as projection. One need only read most any news story out of Rome these days to discover what a real cult of toxicity looks like. It looks the way it acts. There is a distinct perfidious nature in the modernist Church. Aside from becoming an open, teeming hive of sodomites and pedophiles, it does things like request its own school boys go to Washington, DC to protest against infanticide. By itself, such a call is exactly what the Church should do. It should do much more. However, in American unreality, when stalwart young Catholic men answer the call, only to be met with savagery and slander, the same “Catholic” leadership quickly throws them under the proverbial bus. The 1960s modification of the Church, to fit in with contemporary moral standards and behaviors, has been a success that renders the modernist Church little different in character than the average social justice warrior or neo-Trotskyite. 

Filotto labels Chapter Five “the core and heart” of the book. It is. That is the chapter where is presented the majesty of the Code of Canon Law of 1917 and the resulting Catechism. This is where the differentiation between valid Christianity and the “values” of the new anti-Church becomes manifest. I have suffered through reading a few trollish attacks on the legitimate Church, often misusing the very language of the Code of 1917. Anyone who makes it through Filotto’s fifth chapter and still rejects the eternal wisdom of the pre-masonic Church is either dull-witted or possessed of a dark ulterior motive. For their sake, I sincerely hope it is the former.

One reasonably acquainted with real Church history knows that, sadly, this kind of betrayal and alienation has happened before. For those living in times of Ecclesiastical fissure, the process is understandably discomfiting. Yet, rest assured that history also repeatedly shows that momentary breaks in our orders inevitably give way to renewal. Our quest is to both understand, and then get through the unpleasantries. We should, of course, be thankful at all times, for all things – even, or especially those things that cause us disquiet.

For those attempting to separate the real from the false, a “witch test” is presented on page 244:

It is really easy enough to know if a Cleric is indeed a Catholic or not. Ask him if he rejects everyone and everything that does not reject Vatican II and its antipopes in totality. If they do, then they may well be actual Clerics, if not, they are most certainly not.

It is – all of it – a shocking revelation. But it is true. And one need not fear the truth. We are reminded on page 320 that “Catholics are NOT given to a spirit of fear”. We’re not. And the first step toward doing the brave first thing is to know what is going on. Start by reading Filotto’s book. Think long, hard, and critically about what is explained. Be bold! The next step is finding a valid Catholic church home. This reclamation will proceed one Catholic at a time. All one has to do, all one really can do, is to look, think, and then make a commitment. To begin the process, commit to reading Reclaiming The Catholic Church.

COLUMN: Banking on the Future: A Loosely Proposed Economic and Monetary Policy (for Dixie)

15 Wednesday Mar 2023

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Banking on the Future: A Loosely Proposed Economic and Monetary Policy (for Dixie)

 

*This week, there will be two columns! Tune in a little later here, and a little later still at Reckonin’, for my review of Reclaiming The Catholic Church, a book every Christian should read.

Weather balloon mania aside, everyone was getting so excited about the 2024 election. Then, cruelly if predictably, the banks began to melt down. How many have we lost as of today? I, honestly, can’t keep track. 

There’s no point in tracking the collapse, even as everyone saw it coming or should have seen it coming. The esteemed Giuseppe Filotto just confessed that he jumped the gun on our current predicament 30 years too early. He’s to be forgiven because it is better to be ahead of these things than behind them, and he essentially made the same miscalculation Harry Figgie Jr. made in his 1992 book, Bankruptcy 1995. That book is still worth reading, by the way. The reason they, I, and almost everyone else got the timing wrong is multifaceted. First, we are decent, normal people, the opposite of the rank evil that rules the USSA, the West, and our dying financial institutions. Their dark ways are outside of our immediate reckoning, and it is difficult for anyone caught in the moment to accurately assess any complex moving disaster. Second, the scope and magnitude of this calamity are almost beyond comprehension. Using Figgie’s title as a guide, the USSA, which is and has been technically bankrupt, keeps functioning (poorly) because of its unique standing. It is all at once the debtor, the creditor, the bankruptcy judge, and the trustee. It also employs legions of full-time liars and obfuscators and a literal army of armed goons to force allegiance when lies fall short. There are other reasons.

This rolling dark age has been a long time in the making. It was born, in darkness, in 1913, of a labor long devised. It methodically grew, genuinely intensifying in 1944. Between 1971 and 1973, it launched on afterburners. The jets are still roaring, but the trajectory is now terminally locked onto the unforgiving terra firma. A loud boom and a large crater are in order. 

What the idiots in the financial press and the heathens in DC are babbling about this week is, I think, the continuation of the Great Recession of 2008. That little hiccup never ended. Instead, it was papered over and buried beneath a heap of fake debt “money”. The rather substantial flareup in the fall of 2019 was tamped down by the copious shoveling of more fake debt money through the Fed’s magic “repo” window. Perhaps a large majority of the fake debt money ginned up from all the “stimulus” programs of C19 Great Hoax and War Crime fame went into the same unfillable chasm. We may never know how many tens of trillions of fake debt-based dollars were gifted to the foreign banking elites. And yet the banks are still failing.

Whatever evil spells the Fed and the yankee government cast may extend this horrible process for a little while longer. But we have passed the point of no return. We’re now living in the final phases of mass financialization – the phases where everything, having lost real value, burns down. Thus, just as there is no longer any valid reason to follow practical ‘Murican politics, there is no reason to seriously follow the official ‘Murican or Werewestern economic policies or news. Really. There is no point in doing so going forward. You’re going to suffer regardless. Your future survival depends on you and your close community infinitely more than it does CNBC’s constant wisdom to “buy”. 

Accordingly, and considering World War Three and the looming Balkanization of the USSA, it makes no sense to offer any substantive corrective advice as to the present devolving order. What I’d like to do herein is offer a few broad-brush points for Southerners to consider during and after the breaking of the current political and societal order. These might also be useful to any other group(s) who want to rebuild and move on. Though a realist, I am a loyalist to my Southland. Ergo, one may imagine what this loose plan would look like if implemented in a reconstituted CSA, or in some part(s) thereof. I have three points and then some suggested assignments.

One. Abolish All Debt.

All of it. Now is not the time to quibble. Whatever indebtedness, of any kind, may be found within the borders of the subject remnant area must be nullified, canceled, revoked, and utterly destroyed as if it had never existed (because in tangible terms, it never did). Clean slate. Jubilee. Collateral lost. Title to the occupier. Read Hudson, Graeber, et al. Shut up and do it. 

In the future, usury must be completely outlawed. Make charging any rate or amount of interest a capital felony. Better yet, regard it as an act of combative hostility against the new state and against the people, punishable by summary military execution. Following Point Three, below, should cause would-be Shylocks a pause for many years or generations.

Two. Return To Real Money.

As I have mentioned before, as it is traditionally and legally defined, there is statistically zero money left in the USSA’s economy. This grand larceny was intentional and the effects have been horrific. It drove almost all real value from the people to the wicked foreign elites. In these last days of the empire, the situation is irreversible. However, in the future, the damages can be and must be mitigated.

Gold. Silver. Iron. Some physical, quantifiable thing or things. Take stock of them, whatever they are, and base a currency on them. Let this be an exclusively public function under the control of the most capable men in the new state. Immediately kill anyone who suggests privatizing any part of the monetary system or in any way compromising it. 

All of the traditional theories of monetary anything have failed or proven fraudulent or, at best, fantastic. Look instead to both the ancient traditions that worked for millennia and the newer approaches that are working today. Russia and China offer two different, though linked, and functioning systems of money creation, valuation, and trade that differ in multiple ways from the failed, dead dollar. The revived Yuan and Ruble are 1) not governed by evil foreigners, 2) based on reality, 3) derived from measurable standards, and/or 4) designed to function like a public utility, allowing free productive economic activity while limiting the ability of hostile outsiders to pillage actual national value and resources, and limiting the crushing effects of debt-slavery, and 5) connected in a way that enables mutually-beneficial cross-borders trade, within and without the two primary countries.

Part of deciding what to use as the basis for the new currency is a byproduct of one or more of the following assignments below.

Three. Execute The Evil-Doers.

After, or even during the coming re-ordering, wherever they may be found within the territory of the new state, all those strategically responsible for the current demise must be arrested, speedily tried, and when convicted, executed. These walking demons deserve to be slain with long, slow torture. However, simple hangings, beheadings, or stake burnings may suffice. Their ranks include political rodents, central banksters, senior commercial banksters, senior bureaucrats, neo-rentier class looters of multiple kinds, media and academic enablers, and associated trash. Many will flee or try to; they may be hunted down later. Some few may, for a number of reasons, be spared ultimate justice, but wiping them out, to the greatest extent possible, is what they have earned and the safest course of societal action. Who, having watched his children eaten alive, would lie down and sleep next to a hungry, malevolent crocodile? (Boomers alone, one presumes).

There is much more. These are the barest starting points. And they only deal with rectifying money problems. They will, to some degree of scope and success, be undertaken by someone, somewhere. And when they are, capital and a large share of the productive population will naturally transfer or attempt to migrate to the areas that re-conform with reality first.

I will now touch on just a few of the many production-based ideas that will be necessary for the rebuilding of a functional modern society. We’ll again assume this pertains to the original CSA or some part(s) of it. Here, I request volunteers. I’d like for some of our younger academicians to research the following briefly inventoried matters. This could mean any level of a college student or merely some sixteen-year-olds with internet access. The kinds of young men who do end up studying these issues are the kinds of young men who will potentially make good future leaders or advisors. At any rate, someone needs to, within the confines of whatever we mean by our new state, reasonably estimate and map out:

Coal deposits or reserves, extraction and transportation abilities, processing, consumption, product (power) transmission, and byproduct or waste remediation – in other words, coal total “potential”;

Oil potential;

Natural gas potential;

Uranium potential;

Ground and surface water potential (for multiple purposes);

Iron, steel, aluminum, and other industrial metallics potential;

“Precious” metals and materials potential;

Rare Earth element potential;

Concrete potential

Timber potential;

Agricultural potential;

Industrial manufacturing potential (of all kinds) (we have far more of this, despite 30 years of looting, than we did in the cherished year of 1859!);

Total modern military capacity, potential, and need. Here, I’m thinking production, though combined-arms understanding and usage is equal importance;

Comprehensive demographic assessment, including labor force estimation and predictability. This should include the future necessity of trans-national resettlements, intra-national resettlements, and disposition of “problem” groups;

Total transportation availability, potential, and need;

The rebirth of higher education, matriculated exclusively via meritocracy, based on actual learning, and geared toward both the retention and expansion of general knowledge and wisdom, and to the rebuilding and growth of a post-post-modern, resource-based economy;

Assessment of required modern materials not found in appreciable quantities within the new area(s);

Potential international relations, allowing economic and cooperative integration with the Sovereign Nations while relentlessly protecting national character, composition, integrity, and interests.

There’s more, but that’s enough for now. A summary representation of what I envision might look, in a cursory format, like this: 

“There are substantial coal deposits in X, Y, and Z counties in Kentucky and West Virginia with an estimated total potential yield of X00,000,000 raw tons. The total current daily production capacity is limited to X0,000 tons. There are actionable power plants in Alabama, Georgia, and North Carolina, which, combined, require X0,000 tons per day. One of the plants needs a major filtration and slag disposal upgrade to halt current pollution levels in the air and surrounding groundwater supplies. The high-voltage transmission lines from those plants to the nominal distribution areas are sufficient, given current demand and reasonably expected near-mid-future demand. However, the six available rail lines from X, Y, and Z coal counties to the subject power plants all require moderate repairs or modifications. Needed heavy mining and rail construction equipment not available in the current domestic geographic area is commercially produced in Germany, India, China, and South Korea. Given current competition and wage losses, there is a minor deficit of available labor for these coal projects; however, overall there is a sufficient or even a surplus level of total manpower. We can and will do this! Here’s a little mathematical modeling and a white paper demonstrating how we do it!”

I thank you in advance, kids. You’re the best! Ignore the political and financial pornography on the liars’ screens, and focus on your happy, valuable future.

All, don’t neglect to read my soon-to-follow review of Mr. Filotto’s epic work of genuinely Christian apologetics, Reclaiming The Catholic Church.

And, everyone, please get over to Amazon or Shotwell and order as many copies of THE SUBSTITUTE as you may reasonably afford. Given the growing uncertainty, I suggest this is much saner investment advice than leaving your funds in any compromised bank.

Deo vindice!

COLUMN: When The Clandestine World Collides With American Education (THE SUBSTITUTE)

08 Wednesday Mar 2023

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When The Clandestine World Collides With American Education

 

The Ukrainian rout and the fall of Artyomovsk (Bakhmut) are clear evidence of Vladimir Putin’s demise, yessir! Chinese bats balloons cranes are spying on us! This is totally different from, totally worse than the FBI, DHS, CIA, NSA, DIA, etc. spying on us. Who knew Mexico was dangerous for Gringos? The SPLC has rebranded itself as the “SDTC”, the Southern Domestic Terrorism Center. Harry Markle hits the magic ‘shrooms. Republicrats are going to “help” us by, say, banning speech, books, blogs, and thinking, and by carting us off to the gulags. 

A lot is going on. So let’s forget about all of it and concentrate on something serious.

Did you see Shotwell Publishing’s press release last week? There was a blurb at the end. This blurb:

Speaking of fiction (this just came to me and I cannot stop myself), we have a new fiction book coming out in a week or two. It’s an action/adventure novel by a new-to-Shotwell author that takes place in the public schools in South Carolina. Action? Adventure? You bet! That’s all we’re going to give you for now, but believe me, it’s a good’un (and timely too)!

My well-informed suspicion is that the novel is the revised second edition of THE SUBSTITUTE, wherein Tom Ironsides brings plenty of action, and much more. Following last week’s interview with Dr. Ironsides, a social mediate remarked, upon learning the ultimate fictional nature of the affair: “I took it for a real interview! Seems like a great cross between Jack Ryan and James Bond, will definitely read more.” This author certainly hopes so. And the comparison to those two great heroes of page and film couldn’t be more appropriate. Tom is an alpha male’s alpha to break the category.

The book has multiple themes. One of them concerns Tom’s return to post-modern American society and his attempt to reconcile both his personal life and his place and role in a society gone utterly mad. To complicate matters, his previous clandestine existence follows him home, doggedly and sometimes violently. As such, the story is pushed along by kinetic energy. However, as the man builds a new life, he finds new love. What’s action without romance anyway?

Most interestingly, the world of international espionage and martial adventure he thought he’d successfully retired from, winds up being interwoven with his new exploratory career in the collapsing theater of public education. Tom explores that latter spectacle from end to end in an attempt to understand if any part of it can be saved. Can it? And is he the man for the job? Who, among many challengers, wants him dead? How many crimes can a bureaucracy commit? Who are Dandy and the Bass Slayers? The intrepid reader has much to investigate.

To help get the inspection going here follows a portion of Chapter Twelve. Enjoy.

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THE SUBSTITUTE

By Perrin Lovett

Chapter Twelve 

A Date and a Plot 

Driving away from Hammond that Tuesday afternoon, Tom shook his head, as he thought: A popcorn riot! Kids will be kids. They do unruly things. But, with all that had happened at Eisenhower, every time he’d been there, he decided that was one school he would delete off his list of prospects. He did that as soon as he was home, the first alteration he’d made to his availability in A.S.S.’s system. It wouldn’t be the last. Later, he ate at Lyon’s and tried a new holiday porter as recommended by two prettier members of the staff. He ended up drinking several of them. Once home again, he thought about testing out his new fire pit but decided against it due to his travel schedule the next day. But he did have one last round of festive brew before bed. 

The following morning, while he sipped coffee and almost regretted the last round, he noticed something out the window. The dreary November clouds parted at just the right moment, opening a vast swath of earth and water below the American Airlines flight as it cruised north towards New England. He looked down and beheld lower Manhattan, a good stretch of the whole Island, and parts of the surrounding Boroughs. As he stared at One Freedom Tower, his mind returned to another day, years before. 

McLean, Virginia, September 11, 2001, 8:35 AM… 

‘I hope there’s a cute turtle in here!’ Vicky exclaimed while clutching a little box of animal crackers to her chest. She loved both the snack and the slower armored reptile. And, she really loved her Daddy. ‘Will YOU AND mommy come get me before you get Treeeey?? I wanna be first!’ she requested somewhat insistently. 

Still down on one knee, Tom tried to look concerned. ‘We’re supposed to pick up both of you? I thought we just picked one and the other spent the night here.’ The turtle-loving first grader wasn’t buying it that morning, instead giving Tom a squinty-eyed pouty face. ‘Alright!’ he said, relenting. ‘We’ll BOTH come get one of you and then the other. Maybe we can eat out tonight. Somewhere fun. Speaking of fun, looks like you need to get back in there, bunny.’ 

Dangling the turtles and other animals by the little string handle, she gave him a big parting hug. ‘Love you, Dabby!’ 

‘Ruv you too, baby doll.’ 

Tom rose and watched her skip away to a table where gathered some other little girls proudly wearing the uniforms of the Academy of Saint Mary. He bid Ms. Flaxon a good morning and made his way to the front doors, waving and nodding to a few nuns on the way out. Down the steps and across the front lawn, he almost bounded towards the parking lot. He’d just returned the night before from another overseas junket that, as usual, lasted a little longer than planned. Tonight would be fun family time; today was a chance to spend precious time with his bride. Or, it would have been. 

About the time he reached his aging, ailing Rover Defender, his belt and side began to vibrate as if his work pager vehemently objected to any and all of his plans. He stopped mid-entry, with one foot still on the ground, and checked. Despite his line of work, there was no expecting what he saw scrolling over the little screen: 

!!! CD BLK ATTACK WAR !!! 

… 

!!! HUNTRESS SCRAM F15 NYC !!! 

… 

!!! GIANTKILLER RELAY ADS !!! 

… 

!!! NCS RPT LANGLEY !!! 

As he raced towards CIA Headquarters, he tried a talk radio station. Some newsman was laughing about the time a World War Two-era bomber accidentally flew into the Empire State Building. This wasn’t an accident! You guys will know soon, he hastily thought. Just as he switched off the dial, his phone started ringing. He let it ring; he had traffic laws to break. 

Ten minutes later he ran into a situation room, already crowded with officers, analysts, assistant directors, and several men in military uniforms, mostly Army. They were whispering if they dared to talk at all. All eyes were on the largest of screens in that room which, from the looks of it, could have launched the Space Shuttle. He joined them in time to see the second plane strike. Reports buzzed about the Pentagon. The FAA ceded aerial control to NORAD. Another screen, live from a satellite, computer-highlighted fighters as they assumed Combat Air Patrol over America’s East Coast. The President was moving. The Capitol was evacuating. South Tower collapsed. North Tower followed. A shocked world watched equally stunned media figures stumble through the reports. 

His shock gave way to anger. He recalled, vividly, his meeting, little more than a month earlier, at the White House – his first with President Bush. He’d read aloud the footnotes to his April report on Serbia. He was one of the bold who warned of an imminent attack on the nation. He had stared in disbelief as, first one and then another, idiot neocon rebuffed his advice. Who were those people? Bin Laden was not bluffing to cover for Saddam. There was no need to bomb Iraq again. Shit, the targets were THERE, in the US, at that time! He’d lost it on two of the loudest chickenhawks. And, he almost lost his job as a result. He would have but for a certain respect from the Deputy Director and that, for his faults, Bush seemed to know the value of at least one dissenter. They let him stick around but they didn’t take his advice. Now, this! 

Many voices spoke to or at him simultaneously. The Director had found him and was instructing him to ready a direct-action team for deployment, probably to Afghanistan, and probably that night.  

Does that mean, ‘you were right?’ he thought coldly. ‘Roger that. I need to get the—’ 

‘They’re saying Tower Seven is going to fall too!’ The Director’s assistant of something had found her boss, and Tom, and broke in. She seemed terrified. 

Tom looked at both of them with a grim, set face. ‘Who are they? And, how do they know?’ he replied. Then, as a horrible thought entered his head, he uttered a single word: ‘Northwoods.’ 

That afternoon, Elizabeth picked up the kids by herself. Tom went not to the Middle East (not yet) but to Tampa so he could escort a band of Saudis out of the country. Their flight happened at a time when no-one else could fly. Almost no-one. His rival teams were busy shuttling Israelis and others back to their homes, some of them being hastily released from custody for the trip. The rest remained muddled, forgotten, and covered-up history. 

Derry, New Hampshire, Thanksgiving Eve, late… 

Tom, Larry, Darla, Trey, and Romona sat around Larry’s kitchen table, enjoying drinks and conversation. Everyone had been anxious to probe into Tom’s progress with the schools. His answers, while entertaining, didn’t necessarily inspire confidence, at least not in his own self-critical mind. 

Trey kept the process in motion: ‘Sounds like you’re learning a lot, Dad. Do you think you like teaching at that, at those levels?’ 

Tom had been thinking the same thing lately. He was learning, though not everything he learned made him happy. Things were bad, terminally-bad even, but he still wanted to help. The question was, did anyone else want help? He had a strange feeling that, just as his predictions and assessments were ignored before 9/11, so now they would be dismissed by the academy. ‘The Curse of Cassandra,’ he said. 

‘The curse of who, now?’ Romona inquired. 

Tom explained, ‘Cassandra was the Priestess of Apollo at Troy. A foresight was on her but she was cursed. No matter how many times she was right about things, no one ever took her seriously. It ended up costing Troy the war. That’s how I feel sometimes in this new profession.’ 

‘Is that the soldier in you? Do you see it as a war?’ Larry wanted to know, though he suspected he already knew the answer. 

He did, Tom confirmed: ‘It’s the Marine and the scientist and the moralist in me, yes. And, this most certainly is a war. Not just for the minds of the children, but for the soul of the Nation, of the West itself. We’re losing.’ 

… [Continued in print]

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The rest of the story will be available very soon from Shotwell, Amazon, and wherever better novels are sold.

© Green Altar Books, an imprint of Shotwell Publishing / Perrin Lovett

 

COLUMN: An Interview With Dr. Thomas H. Ironsides, II, Ph.D.

01 Wednesday Mar 2023

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An Interview With Dr. Thomas H. Ironsides, II, Ph.D.

 

*Author-Interviewer’s Note: For an exciting change this week, I drove up to North Carolina for a sit down with America’s foremost authority on geostrategic issues and Roman comparative analysis. In scenic Cherokee, over a late breakfast at Peter’s Pancakes and Waffles, I piqued the mind of the man who has seen and done it all.

Thomas Ironsides, “Tom” as he’s known to friends, is a classics professor at Saint Thomas of Aquino College in Blowing Rock, NC. There, he is also Head of the American Classical Education Center (aka, the “Ironsides Center”), a trivium homeschool supportive research initiative. Fluent in five languages, and moderately proficient in several others, he holds a Ph.D. in classics from Harvard and three Master’s degrees in classics, philosophy, and international affairs (the University of Virginia and Georgetown University). Over the past decade, he has held teaching or lecturing positions at Harvard, the American University of Paris, Matej Bel University in Slovakia, and one low-end, suburban US public “school” system. Before his academic career, he retired from a joint career, “sheep-dipped”, as he calls it, in the USMC, where he rose to the rank of Colonel, and the CIA, where he served as a Paramilitary Operations Officer and, ultimately, Acting Deputy Director of the National Clandestine Service, Special Activities Division, primarily in charge of the Special Operations Group. He resides in Blowing Rock with his wife, semi-retired television actress Carmyn Larke. He reminds one and all he scored that game-winning touchdown for UVA, nigh on forty years ago.

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Perrin Lovett: Tom, it’s good to see you again. How have you been?

Tom Ironsides: Great. Exactly how I wanted to spend a work morning. And aren’t you forgetting to plug the book?

PL: Um— I’ll get to that at the end.

Tom Ironsides: Fair enough. What are we discussing today?

PL: In honor of your career, or careers, I thought we might begin with world affairs, and then work our way towards education. Some analysts, myself included, consider the third world war already in progress. Is that your characterization? And, if so, please give my audience your brief thoughts on the current front or fronts, along with any fronts you expect to open in the reasonably near future.

Tom Ironsides: Yes, absolutely, this is World War Three. Even the intelligent players and close observers, intelligent meaning those outside the United States, openly admit the global nature of the ongoing conflict. And it has been in progress for some time. This did not start last year in Ukraine. As for the exact nature of the overall hostility and its starting point in time, that is something for future historians to call. But, overall, it’s a fight between the ruling, foreign elites of the West, as represented by Washington, NATO, and little Zelensky, and the rest of the people of the planet, as popularly championed at this moment, by Russia and China. The preconditions for war have been in place for decades, and it’s very difficult to say, pointless almost when things started to get hot. The real war in Ukraine started no later than 2014 with a US-orchestrated coup. That was the continuation or exacerbation of conditions in effect several years earlier. 

Russian counter-preparations earnestly began in, say, 2007 or 2008, though the Kremlin understood the scope and parameters of the challenges even earlier. The Chinese adopted a strategy they call Unrestricted Warfare possibly as early as 1999. That strategy was largely a growth-allowing, defensive blueprint. Today, as exemplified by the recent Chinese peace proposal for Ukraine, and their evolving dealings with the US and Japan in the Pacific, their artifice is shifting towards, if not an offensive posture, then, at least, towards a more aggressive form of defense. And – this is very important – almost all of the Sino-Russian measures were and are in response to the deception, lies, and murder unleashed by the faux Western neo-Trotskyites in the early 1990s. To say it’s all complicated is an understatement. I caution against paying too much attention to anyone, from any side, who offers a simple or simplistic explanation of these matters. Rather, one might as well view it as a contest between the darkest evil – which, unfortunately, the people of the West are trapped under and suffering because of – and a coalition of Christians, noble pagans or good non-Christians, and others who may as well be defined as anything except evil.

The big, bright theater is, of course, in Ukraine, though it has already widened beyond those, let’s be honest, artificial borders. NATO, to the best of my knowledge, is scheming to engulf Transnistria and possibly Moldova, if they can do so with relative ease and a measure of plausible deniability. They just, a few days ago, openly attacked Belarus. NATO has even attacked its own members – and this is the height of insanity – in Germany and Turkey. The ripples are spreading and intensifying. All of the Western moves, which are as much economic as military, are backfiring in real-time. It’s like whatever forces control Biden and company are playing drunken checkers to Vladimir Putin’s stone-sober chess. Things were bad, and dysfunctional when I was in. Now they keep spiraling further and faster than anything I could have imagined.

At some point, China will formally enter the fray, with, I think, military action, and certainly, by ramping up existing policies, without it. The checker players are watching Taiwan – which will remain or rejoin as part of China, regardless of what the neocons want – though I think there’s a much greater possibility out there. Probably several greater or, at least, concurrent possibilities. North Korea, I believe, has a harder part to play. As does Iran and a few other nations. The crazy thing and the determinative thing is that the nations of the Global South are quietly already realigned with the Russians and Chinese. Sixty-seven percent of the world’s population now lives in territory opposed to the West. That territory produces the bulk of food, fuel, munitions, technology, and, critically, real economic activity. That’s the formula for winning a modern war. 

That was a ramble, off-the-cuff, but I hope it helps.

PL: It does indeed. Thank you. Germany, Turkey, and Belarus. You’re referring to the Nord Stream bombing, the CIA terror attack in Turkey and/or the earthquake, and the new drone attack on the Russian AWACs facility. Is that right? And do you know any names?

Tom Ironsides: Right, all counts, except maybe the earthquake. Yes, I still know several people who literally have fingers on triggers. And, no, the names stay with me. But, the officials, the known-to-the-world actors – they’re all but bragging about Nord Stream. That was a calculated move against Berlin and, really, against the whole Western block of the EU. They get to immediately start shipping in costly LNG while siphoning Continental industrial capacity to North America. I think and I even hope that this will fan the existing flames in Germany, France, etc., and that it hastens the end of NATO and the EU. It’s cold madness and a sign of utter desperation. The big rat caught in the trap is snapping angrily at the mice around her. 

It’s the same thing in Turkey, but quieter. They need to coerce Ankara into staying on the plantation as long as possible for a number of reasons. Trust me that all intel agencies and the goons they report to understand who was behind the terror cell. The earthquake, I’m not so sure about. You’ve probably seen Mr. Weatherman’s video, which I can say is real. It’s real but not 100% proof positive for me. The HAARPers and DARPA nuts have been working on directed radar weapons for decades. They have them. They are operational. I’m just not sure – because I just don’t know – if they’re that capable. If they are, then nothing would surprise me. Neither would weather balloons, fake aliens, weaponized railroads in Ohio, wastewater in Texas, chemtrails, artificially-induced polar fronts, and the rest of it. 

PL: All this from the people who brought us the one-two of Covid and the not-vaccine.

Tom Ironsides: Exactly. That was another example, possibly the worst in recorded history, of the wicked degenerates carefully targeting certain populations while simultaneously attacking the entire human race. Any rumor one ever hears about the depths of depravity in DC or London is probably true and probably only half the picture. I spent twenty-eight years helping them with one underhanded scheme after another. For that, I’ll be in Purgatory until the Sun burns out. Nothing is beyond these people. Nothing. Unspeakably evil. 

You mentioned the A-50 outside of Minsk. They keep stupidly throwing out the two words “game changer,” but that incident might be the real deal. They can’t keep their plots and nexus straight. I saw one blurb on a Greek military site, and then nothing substantial as of this morning. They may have some concocted nonsense cover about Belarusian dissents or some other lie. It’s like the bridge bombing, the drone strikes, blowing up that sweet girl – it’s all terrorism. That’s the fake West’s main weapon now, and they’re wildly thrashing about, slinging terror tactics without even aiming. It boils down to tactical minutiae that don’t even matter. Minsk? Aside from the angles, whatever they really are, between Kiev, Poland, and Belarus, that attack offers two new possibilities for conflict growth. One, third-party bases, say in Poland, Germany, or even in the US, are now fair targets. Two, NATO is running constant AWAC and drone flights for Zelensky. All of those planes are now possible targets. As is the entire US-NATO satellite ISR complex. Every bit of it is within the range and capability of about six different Russian platforms. In addition to being evil, these are some of the dumbest people alive. To top it off, they live and breathe in a perpetual state of arrogance. Damn them!

PL: Is this all evidence of a failure at NATO’s strategic planning level?

Tom Ironsides: No. Far from it. It’s proof of its success. We – and I hate to lump you and me into we – don’t have any national or global strategic plans. We haven’t since 1945. And, really, outside of naval operations, the US has never had the best comprehensive continental abilities or understanding. Russia and China have centuries of experience with combined arms, full Clausewitzian warfare. China, for the last seventy years, hasn’t had the operational experience in modern conflict, but Russia has. It’s their specialty, and they usually win. Both countries have been planning their moves all century. We’re just now starting to see the beginnings of implementation. Chess, as played by grandmasters.

Our side plays, again, drunken checkers. My former employers loosely devised a permanent tactical or expeditionary approach to war which was primarily designed to suppress insurgencies among essentially unarmed populations. And generate chaos among them. Kill people, stir up hatred, generate refugees, and make money for bankers. We have never, in living memory, at least, faced a peer or peer-plus adversary in a real war. That’s why NATO is getting its ass kicked over Ukraine even without officially participating. And our non-strategy didn’t even work against the poor and the helpless. Go ask the Taliban! Hide and wait and the big idiots will tire out and leave. It is my theory that winning was never the objective. I think the rulers wanted to use America and NATO as a hammer to strike as much chaos into as many places as possible, all while burning out America and Western countries. As the dumbass chimp once said, “Mission accomplished.”

PL: Well, they are interesting times. We can move along a bit. Who wins this thing before we shift gears?

Tom Ironsides: The other side. The free world. It’s a mathematical certainty. Western countries would have a world of self-inflicted problems even if Russia and China didn’t exist. As-is, in America, the new global war is coinciding with the ongoing and permanent collapse of the economy and a civil conflict that should finish off whatever’s left of the old USA.

PL: Speaking of ‘Murica! Do you have any ideas about the 2024 presidential election? And, at this point, is there anything or anyone that could save some vestige of the good, old United States?

Tom Ironsides: No, and no. I’m not even sure there’s going to be an election. And if there is, who cares? We know it will be rigged. And regardless of how it turns out, or even if it does or doesn’t, nothing will or can change. The deep state, the elites, don’t need a president anymore. They don’t need any of the politicians or any open facade of government. All we have is the deep, dark state now. It itself is crumbling. Instead of caring one wit about any D or R, Americans should just get on with their lives. And try to position themselves so they can emerge from the fires and rebuild. 

As for a savior, we simply don’t have one. If we did, then his time would have already come and gone. For whatever reason, lately, I’ve been thinking about Majorian. I’ve been trying to play-pretend him into life as a would-be final-stage US leader.

PL: Emperor Majorian? Of the Roman Empire?

Tom Ironsides: Right. Iulius Valerius Maiorianus, the last real chance the Western Empire had, around 460 AD. The last real emperor. In my estimation, the US, or even a rump state part of it, cries out for just such a leader. Like most plausibly effective reformers or rebels, he was of the aristocracy – though certainly not necessarily synchronized with their self-centered thinking. As you or your readers may know, he and his friend, Ricimer, forced Majorian’s way into power. Then, he did the almost unthinkable. Despite all odds, he started reuniting the previously lost territories. He quickly returned the competing ethnic groups, tribes, and kingdoms to their previous orders and places. At the point of spatha first, with magnanimity thereafter. He gave the people of Italy, Gaul, et cetera, pride in Rome again. Ricimer and the like aside, Majorian started to revive the ancient practice of enforcing Roman policies with actual Roman soldiers. At the same time, he started to positively stamp out corruption and rebuild the economy. He freed up literal tons of gold and silver. And – one can guess his fatal mistake – he started abolishing debt and usury. 

Those later points were a step too far, too fast for the trash inhabiting the Senate and the lending houses. In their short-sighted, self-serving idiocy, they had Ricimer murder the only man capable of extending their prosperity. Barely a generation later, the fools lost it all. Shit. We are Rome! We just didn’t get the Majorian. The best we could do was a braggadocious real estate street barker who didn’t even try to cross the Rubicon when required. I know of no man willing or able to do what would have to be done. My hope is that we have a few of them in the making and that they’ll step in after the Balkanization starts. 

We had a few candidates over the years. My former employer killed JFK for a couple of reasons, including monetary reform. History has seen more than a few good leaders whacked by bad bankers. Lord.

PL: You’re not excited about voting for Nikki Haley, some other foreign woman, or maybe just Ron DeSantis? Come on!

Tom Ironsides: Nimarata needs to be deported. Little Ronny is a war criminal. And both of them solidly if stupidly serve foreign masters. The dupes can believe whatever they want. Me? The last time I voted, I think I had to write in Pat Buchanan. Half a lifetime ago. Pointless.

PL: Any chance you’d ever step in, big guy? … Let the record reflect Dr. Ironsides is pointing at me with his middle fingers. Well. Anyway, let’s see. We’ll try to rapidly advance through a few more topics. You stepped into Parris Island a long time ago. Have you heard about the FBI down at your old stomping grounds?

Tom Ironsides: Forty years ago this summer. I wonder if the mosquitos would still remember me. Ha! But, yes, sadly I have read some reports and I’ve talked to a few people. What a disgrace!

PL: The rumors are true, then?

Tom Ironsides: True and then some. It’s all part of the insane desperation and the desire to set everything on fire. They’re at war with legitimate Catholics, and they’re looking for informants and agitators to serve, what did they call it? To serve “Team America”. Exact same thing with the Corps. Brandon’s blathering aside, they can’t find any real White terrorists, so they’re out to make a few. The hilarious thing is that once the genuine pushback starts, they’ll have no idea what to do about it. Pitiful. I am proud of that kid for telling them to shove it. He’s better out now anyway, regardless of whatever lies they typed on his 214. Part of me, formerly, would have counseled him to sue and demand they explain exactly what fraud he committed when enlisting. They can’t, of course, unless they describe all the crimes they commit, and that they won’t. It doesn’t matter. We should have stripped down all federal LEO and purged everyone above O6 back in the early 1990s. The whole bureaucracy should have been axed. But it’s too late now. Now, it will just fall apart. C’est la vie.

PL: You’ve had a few regrets about the time you spent helping the empire, no?

Tom Ironsides: More than a few. Without becoming a full-time vigilante, I have tried to make some private amends. I had a good multi-hour Confession. And I’ve rededicated my life to help young Americans and young families avoid our past mistakes and rekindle some sense of Christian civilization.

PL: That would get us to education and culture. I had wanted to conclude with education, maybe with that video from the Florida high school. But we’ve run a little long. I had the CDC report. Did you read about the Shigellosis outbreak?

Tom Ironsides: Monkeypox 2.0, yes. Never-ending degeneracy. I am impressed they operate so openly, trusting the blind, stupid people will never catch on. Queers are raping children, and the damned government is concerned about the well-being of the rapists. Let’s move along, please.

PL: Okay. Due to time and word constraints, wanna skip education for now?

Tom Ironsides: Sure. In a word, homeschool.

PL: That’s the word. Okay, how about we just wrap this up with a final question about something you mentioned today? About deception. Is there any reason for any American to trust anything the mainstream media says about the war, or about pretty much anything else?

Tom Ironsides: No. It’s as simple as that. If it’s corporate media or it’s on television, then it’s almost certainly a lie. There are far better sources out there, but most people refuse to utilize them. CNN or Fox is all they know. And I’d say Fox is the absolute worst. Right now they, and everyone else, are repeating this stupid nonsense about the so-called C-19 lab leak. The bug came from several labs – that’s true – but it did not leak. It was intentionally released by the US government. The retarded spin serves two purposes. First, it serves as a non-apology for the whole hoax, charade, and crime of aggression. Just move along, sheep. Second, the liars at Fox, and the other liars, are using it to pivot the gullible public into supporting a war with China. The people, who simply cannot think properly, and who can’t be bothered to ask real questions or do real research, would be much better off simply avoiding the news entirely. 

PL: As Jack said, “They can’t handle the truth?”

Tom Ironsides: That, and many of them hate the truth.

PL: One last semi-related thing? You mentioned rebuilding and rump states. You now live in Dixie. Do you see any signs that Southerners, specifically, are ready to embrace the future?

Tom Ironsides: Yes and no. I’ve always been impressed with the sense of tradition and history found in the OCSA. My dear father-in-law embodies it. Right now, and for an age, they’ve been under attack. They know it. But many don’t appear to understand that the greater world or the condition of the American nation has changed around them. When the O of occupation is finally removed – soon, I think – I’m not sure people are ready to move on. The younger ones, some of them, perhaps. All of them will have to find a way to fit in or separate from the herd. That’s the challenge everyone in North America will be facing in a decade or so. Maybe sooner. There will be a tremendous amount of labor involved in the re-ordering, and people should start planning, loosely, for that right now. While retaining the grand sense of honor and tradition, it’s time to get practical. When the time comes, I have high hopes that all of us will act accordingly. We will have a rare chance to build a new civilization.

PL: That’s as inspiring as it is challenging. Thanks so much for answering my questions today, Tom. As always, it’s been a pleasure.

Tom Ironsides: You’re welcome, and thank you for asking. Now, please get back to work finishing AURELIUS. Make me look good.

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Tom Ironsides is the hero of THE SUBSTITUTE, a novel soon to be re-published by Shotwell. Later this year, he’ll be back in the all-action novella, AURELIUS. 

© Shotwell / Perrin Lovett.

UPDATE: Dr. Ironsides emailed and advised there is a suggestion of fake news regarding the A-50 AWACs plane. https://ria.ru/20230301/vzryvy-1855237809.html. At this point, who knows?