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Open Demonic War

11 Sunday Oct 2020

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It’s not just starting and it’s never over. Another battle, in Louisiana:

Archbishop Gregory Aymond of New Orleans ordered the removal and burning of the altar of the Saints Peter and Paul Roman Catholic Church in Pearl River, Louisiana. The move was in response to a sex scandal involving the now-former priest of the church, who was arrested on charges of obscenity last week. Travis Clark was allegedly caught filming himself having sex with two women, described as “dominatrices” by the media, on the altar of the church entrusted to his ministry.

“His obscene behavior was deplorable. His desecration of the altar in church was demonic. I am infuriated by his actions,” Aymond said in a video address on Friday. “When the details became clear, we had the altar removed and burned. I will consecrate a new altar tomorrow.”

According to court papers, Clark, 37 invited Mindy Dixon, 41, and Melissa Cheng, 23 to the church to engage in group sex. It reportedly involved sex toys and was filmed in a semi-professional setting, which included lighting equipment.

An onlooker spotted what was happening and called the police, who arrested the three at the scene and seized the incriminating pornographic evidence. One of the women reportedly bragged on social media that she was about to “defile a house of God” before going to the encounter.

The highlighted brag quote tells you all you need to know. They’re rather open about their hatred. They can’t stand God though they still recognize His station as Holy and superior, something to “defile.” In the old days, the altar wouldn’t have been the only thing burned.

Win and Withdraw

11 Sunday Oct 2020

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The saying goes that one does not negotiate with terrorists. But that is just what the Taliban did, what they had to do, in February, to get the Empire to start packing. Naturally, they’re hoping for good faith from DC. It’s interesting, though not surprising, that they endorse the candidate they think provides the best chance for peace.

President Trump’s reelection bid received a vote of support Friday from an entity most in his party would reject: the Taliban.

Taliban spokesman Zabihullah Mujahid told CBS News in a phone interview, “We hope he will win the election and wind up U.S. military presence in Afghanistan.” The militant group expressed some concern about Mr. Trump’s bout with the coronavirus. “When we heard about Trump being COVID-19 positive, we got worried for his health, but seems he is getting better,” another Taliban senior leader told CBS News.

The Stupid Party can reject whatever they like, but the Empire is breaking up regardless. It might as well do so now, and as peacefully as possible. For all his foibles, Trump has departed from the Bush-Clinton-Bush-Obama axis of aggression. And, for all their foibles, CBS news hit the nail with this particular article.

Let the Afghans rebuild their nation. Hopefully, someday, Americans can do the same.

Of Supremacy And Arms – Weekly Column WITH Ironsides Fiction!

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

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Of Supremacy And Arms

This column is a combination of two separate items. The first part is a short revision of something I just came up with in regards to the stupidest part of the stupidest political discussion in modern history. The second part is short fiction(!) that I’ve been sitting on for a while and which underwent numerous revisions for … reasons. If one tries hard enough, one can make any two issues compatible. Or not, your choice.

I.

White Supremacy? Really?

Something caught my eye while I skimmed through last week’s pointless “debate” between Tweets and Mike Wallace’s son. Russia(!), the Hoax, and … White supremacy?  DHS is “officially” worried about the threat, but then again, we know what DHS is, who runs it, and whom it was created to serve.

It’s not White supremacists burning, looting, and destroying [insert any American city].

It’s not White supremacists committing 56% of all murders.

It’s not White supremacists transferring ever more power from the criminal government in DC to a criminal government abroad.

It’s not White supremacists behind all of America’s idiotic wars in the Middle East.

It’s not White supremacists telling us what music we can’t listen to.

It’s not White supremacists demanding we dishonor our God and rename our parks to suit their fickle whims.

There is a ton of supremacy on display in this dying country, none of it “White” in nature. But, I will condemn it. I hereby condemn all anti-Christian, anti-White, anti-Western, anti-American, and anti-civilizational supremacy! It is becoming harder to just “stand back” and “stand by.” Yet, ever in high trust and good faith, we do, and we will until we do not.

To that end, Dr. Ironsides has a colorful story of the semi-direct action variety that he relays, for no apparent purpose, at a wedding. Let’s check-in, shall we?

II.

Up In Arms

A Tom Ironsides Tale

A Wedding Reception, More or Less Present Day, Kind of Late…

Having finally corralled his brother, his nephews, and his son, Tom fired up a Diamond Crown Maximus, savoring the smooth, full-flavored Corona smoke for a moment. Larry, Larry’s oldest boy, Larry, Jr., and Trey followed suit. Trey slipped Bert a beer wrapped up in a cloth napkin. 

‘A toast,’ Tom said, without the slightest hint of gesture, ‘to Mister and Misses … Todd…’

‘To your daughter and son-in-law, Tom.’ Larry added with a faint tip of his cigar.

‘And to BEER!’ Bert exclaimed a little too loudly.

‘Shuddup, idiot…’ Trey growled as he kicked his young cousin’s shin. 

‘So, uncle Tommy,’ Lawrence, Jr. said, ‘Now, do we hear about the clandestine armament methods of the…’

‘Ah, yes!’ Tom said, settling back in his chair. ‘Hang on a second…’

They waited until a group of chattering young women in rather suggestive dresses – all carefully if quietly studied by the younger men – made their noisy way back towards the center of the fun. The men again alone, Tom began,

‘So. This is just a story, true enough, but totally not suggestive of any recommendation. In the preface, I note that there are plenty of these – these stores scattered around the country. Mind you, just about every town has at least one Guard Armory. Not that that matters. Okay, it was around Christmas back in…’

A Kaolinite Quarry in Georgia, Sunday, December 26, 2010, 0745 Hours…

Immediately after the last drone landed on the F350’s hood, it was picked up and stowed by a trainee. Having commanded complete radio silence, Tom had a junior officer flag the team to move out. One by one, a short line of trucks turned North onto US 221. In his mirror, Tom observed the spotter jump in the bed of the last vehicle in the convoy. He accelerated to the speed limit.

‘If this goes south?’ the younger officer to Tom’s left asked.

‘Then, I’ll really wish…’

The Reception, Again, One Minute Later…

‘No. Hang on. Before that, juzz bufforp. Sorbrey.’ Tom held his cigar in his mouth while pouring a round of Ben Nevis’s MacDonalds Ten Year Single Malt. ‘Burthf… pff… Birch sent this bottle from his Scott’s vaca. From the highest peak to the lowest fen! Mmmm. Nice. No. It was just before, the part I’m almost comfortable with reciting. Gotta tell this in a grand jury-friendly manner. Ahem, it was…’

Hickory, NC, Friday, December 24, 2010, 1025 Hours…

Tom drove the bucket truck down the ramp off I-40, with the other vehicles following. A few loops later, his small convoy was parked in the truck and camper section of the lot at Cracker Barrel. Out in the cold air, Tom lit a cigar and motioned the entire team together under the shade of a large tree. 

‘Alright, boys. A quick tutorial before Sunday’s main event.’

‘Are we going in to eat?’ asked a trainee.

‘No, son. Bathroom break, yes. Eating … well maybe. But, first a story.’

‘Is it about why we didn’t fly straight to Augusta?’ asked a young agent, newly transferred into the SAD.

‘Children, please!’ Tom puffed. ‘My mission, my methods. If I’m wasting another Christmas playing Goddamn Army C-I-D!, of all idiotic things, then I’ll make a road trip out of it. Easy to get the trucks if we’re already in them. Anyway,

‘Gordon, like Jackson, Lejune, et cetera, is a bigger job. Not impossible, you’ll see, but a little more … complicated. What we need is a little training exercise before the real exercise. Something easy – so easy a meth-head could pull it off. And, mind you, this is just a story, from the news – you can look it up – really happened. Not like we’re about to head north, just as soon as we get Larson his pancakes in a damned minute, immediately upon leaving this place, to a mile up the road and repeat it or anything…

‘Every town. Any town in America. Ten thousand people or more and there’s at least one Guard Armory. Small arms. Vehicles. Supplies. Usually a gen back but in decent order. Ready to go, so to speak. For the taking. And, that’s just what this fool down in South Carolina did.’

‘That the druggie that broke into the Armory and made off with the M-16s?’ Larson questioned.

‘The very one! Anyone can read about it. Army Times. J.D. Simkins’s article. The dude’s name was Brad, uh… Brandon. Brandon Shane Polston. Army National Guard Post in Lancaster, South Carolina. Thanksgiving of 2017.’

Larson thought he knew the calendar: ‘Wait. Isn’t that anachronistic? 2017, I mean? It’s just…’

‘Interrupt me again!’ Tom barked, moving into the younger man’s face, imparting a generous quantity of smoke. ‘And, I’ll have your ass up in public relations, lying to school kids, old people, and Congress-Critters!’ Larson coughed then remained otherwise quiet and attentive.

‘The Armories are physically, logistically almost all identical. Flat brick building. Set just off the road. Semi-residential or light industrial areas. Parking lot. Grass yard. Chain-link fence. The one down in Lancaster was, is no different. 

‘So, Brad or whoever was walking passed the building and noticed a low spot in the fence. With nothing better to do, he hopped it. A short time later, he found a door that opened straight into the secure weapons storage. He was evidently the only soul in the building, so he just helped himself. Got some M-16s. A SAW or two. M-203. Et cetera. Nice little haul. I assume they had a shopping cart for his convenience.

‘Still totally alone and completely un-surveilled – no guards, no cameras, nothing – Bradley made his way outside. He stashed the arms and came back with a car and two idiot friends. They loaded up and went off to see the local deal-ah for some quick cash or a hit or God-knows-what. Would’ve got away scot-free but for a broken taillight and an observant local cop.

‘Ha! And, later, when the detectives toured the Armory, they also found it unlocked, unguarded, and open for business. Dollar to a grenade launcher it’s in the exact same shape as I speak. The one right up the street here too. The moral is: make sure your equipment is in good order. Traffic laws and so forth. Any questions?’

‘Didn’t the same thing happen at Gordon around the same time?’ Agent Tindal asked.

‘It did. Let’s not get into dates and confuse young Larson. But… Old uniform, an expired ID, and a smile, and they’ll help you load your car full. But, that was the up-front small-arms depot. The big one is in the pine woods off of 221. No fences, cameras, gates there. Only two, four, possibly six MPs on a holiday weekend. Wishing they were anywhere else doing anything else. The telephone company truck ruse… And, it’s much bigger. Bigger items. Hence, the trucks and the forklift. Trucks with working tail lights!’

‘Not even a chain-link? With a lock?’ Larson unwisely put in.

‘Nope, time-traveler.’ Tom smirked. ‘They only reserve those for going around MIM-104 batteries. Those, one can sometimes find – otherwise unguarded – in remote areas overlooking nuclear plants and other high-value assets. Hmmm. Bolt-cutters… Shame we don’t have a flatbed with a big tarp or just a semi-tractor. Maybe some Raytheon codes. Ah, well. And, hey, my new tag-a-long wingman, Freddie D, can tell you about some concerns the Air Force has – or should have – about the wings at Barksdale and Minot.  You’se kids can go shopping again after I retire.’

‘Grab n’ go. We turn this stuff over to real C-I-D, or…’ someone began to ask.

‘I was thinking black budget counter arms. For the enemies of our ene… Well, we’ll see. Yeah. A country breakfast is starting to sound good, now. Checkers, anyone?’

The Reception, Even Later…

Tom continued to hit the bottle and the tobacco, regaling his audience with operational details. The more he drank, the harder it was to follow (or believe) everything he was slurring. Big Larry casually tapped away at his phone, finally exclaiming: ‘Holy Shit! It’s true. Just looked up those stories, those articles. Anyone of them is like a how-to guide for anyone with even a room-temperature IQ. This kind of thing really happens? And, doesn’t require a paramilitary strike-team to pull off?’

‘No. Of course not. Literally, any druggie or loon can arm up, easily, and for free. Let ‘em ban the B-guns. The good stuff will always be around. Especially, if or when other things start happening. You’ll see. How do you think the martial underdog arms up initially?’

‘Kind of makes me feel silly about burying that vault you sent up.’ Larry, Jr. said.

‘Nah. Always have a backup for the backup.’ Tom rejoined. ‘Like this bottle. Dammit, but Birch should have sent two!’

‘Well,’ Said Trey, standing up. ‘I’m going to go see if Romona is still giggling about catching the bouquet.’

‘Careful, boy,’ Larry admonished. ‘That’s a really dangerous business.’

Tom laughed and then turned away and spoke to no-one in particular, almost like he was giving a public service announcement right through digital paper to some unseen reader: 

‘Friends, what you’ve just heard is two things. One, it’s plain, old-fashioned fiction about some family men at a wedding party. Two, it was just some old news stories about very real events that have already really happened, multiple times, and as reported in the government’s pet media. It’s like what Aquinas wrote: Unjust law is no law at all. Despite the examples, there is no lesson to learn here. Except, maybe, that’s it is always a good idea to check your taillights, along with your oil level, and tire pressure. Safe motoring. I’m Tom Ironsides, and I approve this ninety-two-proof whisky.’

The US Will Break Up

07 Wednesday Oct 2020

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It has to happen. Doug Casey sees it and discusses it intelligently if a little too An-Cap optimistically.

Again, it’s a little too libertarian, but at least Casey subjugates politics and economics to their proper, lower places. He does touch on the keystone of reality: Demographics. It frightens people to speak of, but the things that hold societies together (or break them apart) are race, religion, and IQ. “Trust” factors into all three, as does the societal, cultural facets that come from each and from all three together.

Compatibility: we don’t have it anymore. The odds heavily favor a civil war in the US. A peaceful solution is technically possible, but we are a fractured people who crave the hard way. Interesting times are here and now; this video is a great look into them.

 

You Got That Right

05 Monday Oct 2020

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Here’s more 2020 political circus news if that’s what you’re after. Heads they win, tails we lose.

The cool breezes arrived a few weeks ago, coming in after a long summer of protest, illness and economic devastation. They brought a chilling reminder: Nov. 3 is almost here.

Brenton Davis has stocked up on guns and ammo. Kathy Faticia is considering leaving the country, mulling the options for dual citizenship. The morning that the United States learned the president had tested positive for a dangerous virus, Eric Hawes had the same sentiment about what lies ahead that he has had for weeks: “It’s going to be hell no matter what.”

That is a mathematical certainty.

Guns and ammo are good. Leaving is still an option, though the window is getting both narrow and cloudy. Fun times await, regardless of what the Electors decide this year! It might be a great time to check in with Freedom Prepper where we have just started a little series on riots, unrest, and all-out civil war. You’re welcome.

Civil War Studies – The Weekly Column/TPC

30 Wednesday Sep 2020

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Civil War Studies

There was a Far Side cartoon some years ago that you might remember. It was titled The Dam Bursts, and it featured the residents of the migraine headache institute, armed to the teeth, angrily processing next door to the school for marching bands. 

The United States is like that, except it’s not as funny. It also won’t involve just two opposing sides. Hello, there! No, this article is not about the American Civil War of the 1860s. Rather, it’s an early and incomplete analysis of the conflict we’re plunging into today.

The sides. The population by and large consisting of idiots binary thinkers, there’s a temptation to divide things up neatly as they were some sixteen decades ago: two sides: authoritarian mercantilists wickedly allied with usurers against genteel agrarians lazily allied with incompatibles. Or, “North” versus “South,” if you like. In the interests of easy comprehension, we could approximate dual factions, at least as a loose template.

Ultimately, this war, like all others, is a continuation of the eternal struggle between good and evil. That rages on from The Beginning unto The End with us not knowing where we fall along the grand timeline. (Beware of anyone who earnestly predicts such a placement). In a sense, we’re looking at Christians versus satanists. This is an accurate estimation only as to overarching beliefs and ideologies. Our Side, possessed of numerous divisions, still values the good, the true, and the beautiful, all in honor of Jesus Christ. The other side is the dominion of the world, of chaos, ruin, and death.

A more progressive view would be of Nationalists versus globalists. One will note thematic compatibility with the most basic, religious breakdown. Nationalists honor the human societal structure created by Almighty God, destined to exist even in Heaven. The globos seek the destruction, disruption, and despair wrought by a new Tower of Babel, calling evil good, and good evil, and seeking ruination and slavery under the false guise of unity, nicety, and a fabricated definition of almost everything. One should note who stands with or for what. Those who favor the nations also tend to favor the families, the individuals, and tradition. Those who lust for the world tend to attract every manner of abomination and degeneracy. These are not coincidences.

The too-frequent calls for (or against, or merely in observation of) a race war may be misplaced. Given the (non-COVID) events of this year, the view is somewhat understandable. Indeed, it does look like a war has already commenced, but with one side largely abstaining. I can’t say those with this framing are completely incorrect; they just overlook, in a simplistic fashion, a few factors. Again, I hate to tell you old-timers, but it isn’t 1861 anymore. It is no longer a black and white issue – entirely. And, to the extent it is, it is more of a messy component of conflict caused by the most unwise mixing of nationalities or ethnicities. We have also, you may have noticed, most unwisely added some additional parties to the formula and in rather sizable numbers. The formula: (a level of) diversity + proximity = war. There are other problems with the two sizes (sides) fits all approach: for instance, many Africans are Christians; many Europeans serve, directly or otherwise, the devil; some Muslims will ally with Christians; your enemy’s enemy isn’t necessarily your friend; nobody knows how some groups will act or react; etc.

What are the odds? I’d say in the neighborhood of 100%, give or take 0.00. 

How’s it going to look in reality? That’s the beautiful thing – no one knows. Nor can we be certain of when it will start in full, how bad it’s going to get, or how long it will last.

It is my belief that it has already started, in a slow, low-pitch manner soon to heat up. When? Look for a spike this November for obvious reasons. Then, it might go ballistic, or it might quiet to a simmer. 2033 was a good enough estimate. However, once the process starts – and it will be a process, not an event – it will go on for years, or decades, or even longer.

How bad? VERY. VERY. BAD. If it started with Molotov cocktails, it may end with B-52 runs. Or, depending on how one looks at it, it may turn out very well. It had to happen, honestly. Rather, it did not, but this is the US, the home of people who really enjoy difficulty. For a reference, remember that, at the beginning of the 21st Century, the debt-based economy had virtually failed. An intelligent and peaceable people might have opted for a simple reset. That was not, and is not us, sadly. The crisis of 2008-9 was papered over, compounded radically, and visits upon us again with far more pressing force. The economic collapse will exacerbate the domestic conflagration, as will the violent, flailing end of the international empire, which also could have been eased out of with greater harmony. The hard way it is! This all makes perverse sense considering that, during these last twenty years, the average intelligence in the US has declined by about half a standard deviation. 

The loss of IQ coincides with the loss of morality and all else. The reasons why, along with what comes later, and how the mechanics of the martial process may work out are important, but will all wait for another day. It’s going to be fun, kids! Honest.

In related news, Freedom Prepper is running an October civil war and unrest theme! It’s aimed at surviving the immediate fallout of near-term events and is less of an academic discussion. You should have already started studying the big picture; last week, I gave you The History of Florence to review. You did that, right? Good, because this Empire, like Rome’s, has run its course and is about to dissolve. The best-case scenario would be something like the quick, easy, and happy divorce between the Czechs and the Slovaks. This being ‘Murica, we’re more likely to get something like what happened in the Balkans – messy, violent, multi-partied, and thoroughly devastating. Or, it could be a more drawn-out affair, akin to that of Italy described by Machiavelli. It could be something else.

Look for multiple factions, all over the place. And look for multiple places, all over those factions. I briefly pondered a future North America and came up with twenty to thirty plausible states. In reality, it could be two, or ten, or two-hundred and ten. There’s no telling how far the reductions will run. But, it is time to think and plan. It’s time, on the macro level, to pick your side. It’s time, on the micro-scale, to find your local tribe.

The good news is there is still time, just not as much as there was. Use what you have judicially.

Originally at TPC!

Nineteen Years Later

11 Friday Sep 2020

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Nineteen Years Later

 

It was a clear Tuesday morning. Driving towards another day in my second year of law school, I turned on talk radio as I sometimes did back then. In between discussion about things I can’t remember, they kept referring to an airplane which had struck one of the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center. The reference was almost light-hearted. They mentioned it was a smaller plane. They correctly recalled that, back in the Forties, a wayward B-25 bomber had lodged itself in the Empire State Building. I was interested but didn’t accord the event too much import.

All of that changed, soon after, with breaking news of a second plane hitting the other Tower. Perhaps you too remember the event. What you were doing and where you were. How you received the news.

I didn’t need W to stop entertaining school children and tell me, though he did anyway. A flying machine hitting a tall building is a possibility. A second occurrence within minutes is an attack.

My drive ended concurrently with 43’s short remarks and with my entry into a graduate parking lot. The very first person I saw and spoke with was a real Tom Ironsides character. I won’t say that “he knew,” but he did know a lot. Though at the time I didn’t connect the dots, the morning’s televised news synched with, if it did not confirm, his knowledge or suspicions. 

Nineteen years later, we have more suspicions than knowledge. 

A little over two months after the event that changed America’s nascent Twenty-first Century, I flew up to Washington on a 767 that I essentially had to myself. There, in the Yankee Capital, I met with and heard from some of the authors of the newly-enacted Patriot Act. During all the bluster, bragging, and war-whooping, they failed to disclose that the Act was drafted well before 9/11. Funny, that.

A little over a week after my DC excursion, I again flew north, to Boston. Over New York, exactly like the scene from THE SUBSTITUTE, the clouds parted, and I beheld lower Manhattan, still-smoldering rubble and all. The sight, smoke column aside, was pretty clear. Less lucent was why they, at the time so busy removing hundreds of thousands of tons of wrecked steel and concrete, carted all of it away for immediate smelting and destruction. In retrospect, it wasn’t the best forensic procedure. No mind. 

Back then, we’d only heard the barest mention of the many friendly foreign nationals being spirited away home, regardless of the conditions of their apprehension. Come to think of it, today we have heard little more.

We did hear much about the “new normal.” Sound recently familiar? We heard that things would never be the same again. We also got a load of civil liberty and general societal disruption not rivaled until the arrival of the hoax-ish Invisible Enemy, which was just as likely as not unleashed by the same people who helped take down WTC 1, 2, & 7. So many went along because it felt patriotic. It felt right. It took the focus off of the Anthrax hoaxes. It obfuscated lingering fears of the tech recession, now erased from official reports. There was more to occupy a frightened mind.

We heard plenty about war. War! War! Forevermore! And we got it. Them. Plural. Still in-progress after nearly two decades. In an event simply stiff with Israelis and Saudis, nineteen alleged attackers from Saudi Arabia and Egypt, operating in America, after transiting through Europe were blamed. Naturally, we attacked … Afghanistan and Iraq. Yes, there is a notable failure of logic in this entire episode. 

A few years after THAT DAY, I had lunch with a senior judge, an older, wiser man. We ate at the greasiest, and therefore best burger joint in town. The conversation turned to the war(s). He wondered out loud what was one positive thing America had gained from the adventures. A fine question, then and now. Let’s see. Trillions in fake debt money wasted? Americans maimed and killed by the thousands? Foreigners annihilated by the country-load? Complete loss of international order? Domestic police state? Blow-back attacks and migration invasion? What? But, again, no mind.

Much of this, or most of this, is, after so much time, forgotten. We have always taken our shoes off at the airport. We have always been at war with Syria. We have always submitted to credit checks at the bank. We have always obstructed investigations and concluded the same with a giant question mark. We have always blithely ignored comprehensive engineering reports. We have always wasted lives and money. And. So. On.

WTC, NYC, circa 1990. (Fuzzy) Picture by Perrin Lovett.

Next year will mark the twentieth anniversary of that great, horrific turning-point in Imperial history. Not that I’ll watch, but I expect the government and their media pets will pay homage to the austere meaning – of which most cannot truly imagine and only the insidious few truly understand. I’ll certainly have my say, such as it shall be. Nevertheless, the history of the fading United States shortens. Maybe someday, someone else will suspect less and know more. They might finally discover and explain. But, separated by time, they will not remember. Even now, do you?

Perrin Lovett is a right-wing Christian nationalist writer and author in the American South. He would like to concentrate more on fiction, and he would really like to see Western Civilization survive. He also has no use for the luciferian idiocy at Facebergbook. 

Kyle Did Nothing Wrong

02 Wednesday Sep 2020

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If I thought the US would last long enough, I’d recommend Rittenhouse 2040. He’s a hero and he deserves a has a high place of honor in the defense and leadership of the free people of America. He has a legal team willing to fight the ridiculous charges against him and the evil government behind them. His attorneys’ comprehensive statement:

VERNON HILLS, ILLINOIS / August 28, 2020 / Pierce Bainbridge is honored to represent 17-year old Antioch, Illinois resident Kyle Rittenhouse, who has suddenly found himself at the center of a national firestorm and charged with murder after defending himself from a relentless, vicious and potentially deadly mob attack in Kenosha, Wisconsin.

On August 25th, 2020, Kenosha spiraled into chaos following the Jacob Blake shooting. The Kenosha Mayor and Wisconsin Governor failed to provide a basic degree of law and order to protect the citizens and community buildings in Kenosha. The city burned as mobs destroyed buildings and property, and looters stole whatever they wanted. Rioters defaced storefronts, the courthouse, and many other public and private locations across the city.

After Kyle finished his work that day as a community lifeguard in Kenosha, he wanted to help clean up some of the damage, so he and a friend went to the local public high school to remove graffiti by rioters. Later in the day, they received information about a call for help from a local business owner, whose downtown Kenosha auto dealership was largely destroyed by mob violence. The business owner needed help to protect what he had left of his life’s work, including two nearby mechanic’s shops. Kyle and a friend armed themselves with rifles due to the deadly violence gripping Kenosha and many other American cities, and headed to the business premises. The weapons were in Wisconsin and never crossed state lines.

Upon arrival, Kyle and others stood guard at the mechanic’s shop across from the auto dealership to prevent further damage or destruction. Later that night, substantially after the city’s 8:00 p.m. curfew expired without consequence, the police finally started to attempt to disperse a group of rioters. In doing so, they maneuvered a mass of individuals down the street towards the auto shops. Kyle and others on the premises were verbally threatened and taunted multiple times as the rioters passed by, but Kyle never reacted. His intent was not to incite violence, but simply to deter property damage and use his training to provide first aid to injured community members.

After the crowd passed the premises and Kyle believed the threat of further destruction had passed, he became increasingly concerned with the injured protestors and bystanders congregating at a nearby gas station with no immediate access to medical assistance or help from law enforcement. Kyle headed in that direction with a first aid kit. He sought out injured persons, rendered aid, and tried to guide people to others who could assist to the extent he could do so amid the chaos. By the final time Kyle returned to 2 the gas station and confirmed there were no more injured individuals who needed assistance, police had advanced their formation and blocked what would have been his path back to the mechanic’s shop. Kyle then complied with the police instructions not to go back there. Kyle returned to the gas station until he learned of a need to help protect the second mechanic’s shop further down the street where property destruction was imminent with no police were nearby.

As Kyle proceeded towards the second mechanic’s shop, he was accosted by multiple rioters who recognized that he had been attempting to protect a business the mob wanted to destroy. This outraged the rioters and created a mob now determined to hurt Kyle. They began chasing him down. Kyle attempted to get away, but he could not do so quickly enough. Upon the sound of a gunshot behind him, Kyle turned and was immediately faced with an attacker lunging towards him and reaching for his rifle. He reacted instantaneously and justifiably with his weapon to protect himself, firing and striking the attacker.

Kyle stopped to ensure care for the wounded attacker but faced a growing mob gesturing towards him. He realized he needed to flee for his safety and his survival. Another attacker struck Kyle from behind as he fled down the street. Kyle turned as the mob pressed in on him and he fell to the ground. One attacker kicked Kyle on the ground while he was on the ground. Yet another bashed him over the head with a skateboard. Several rioters tried to disarm Kyle. In fear for his life and concerned the crowd would either continue to shoot at him or even use his own weapon against him, Kyle had no choice but to fire multiple rounds towards his immediate attackers, striking two, including one armed attacker. The rest of the mob began to disperse upon hearing the additional gunshots.

Kyle got up and continued down the street in the direction of police with his hands in the air. He attempted to contact multiple police officers, but they were more concerned with the wounded attackers. The police did not take Kyle into custody at that time, but instead they indicated he should keep moving. He fully cooperated, both then and later that night when he turned himself in to the police in his hometown, Antioch, Illinois.

Kyle did nothing wrong. He exercised his God-given, Constitutional, common law and statutory law right to self-defense.

However, in a reactionary rush to appease the divisive, destructive forces currently roiling this country, prosecutors in Kenosha did not engage in any meaningful analysis of the facts, or any in-depth review of available video footage (some of which shows that a critical state’s witness was not even at the area where the shots were fired); this was not a serious investigation. Rather, after learning Kyle may have had conservative political viewpoints, they immediately saw him as a convenient target who they could use as a scapegoat to distract from the Jacob Blake shooting and the government’s abject failure to ensure basic law and order to citizens. Within 24-36 hours, he was charged with multiple homicide counts.

Kyle now has the best legal representation in the country. With help from Nicholas Sandmann attorney L. Lin Wood, Pierce Bainbridge and multiple top-tier criminal defense lawyers in Wisconsin immediately offered representation to Kyle.

Today, his legal team was successful in working with the public defender to obtain a several-week continuance of his extradition hearing to September 25th. This at least partially slows down the rush to judgment by a government and media that is determined to assassinate his character and destroy his life.

Kyle, his family, the team at Pierce Bainbridge and his other lawyers intend to fight these charges every step of the way, take the case to trial and win an acquittal on the grounds of self-defense before a jury of his peers.

The legal fees and other costs of Kyle’s defense will be provided through donations to #FightBack Foundation Inc., a Texas 501(c)(4) foundation created by John Pierce and Lin Wood to protect lawabiding American citizens whose rights are being trampled on by state and local governments that are more concerned with appeasing mobs than protecting those rights.

Pierce Bainbridge founder John Pierce praised Kyle’s strength and resilience. “A 17-year old child should not have to take up arms in America to protect life and property. That is the job of state and local governments. However, those governments have failed, and law-abiding citizens have no choice but to protect their own communities as their forefathers did at Lexington and Concord in 1775. Kyle is not a racist or a white supremacist. He is a brave, patriotic, compassionate law-abiding American who loves his country and his community. He did nothing wrong. He defended himself, which is a fundamental right of all Americans given by God and protected by law. He is now in the crosshairs of institutional forces that are much more powerful than him. But he will stand up to them and fight not only for himself, but for all Americans and their beloved Constitution. We will never leave his side until he is victorious in that fight.”

Further updates will be provided as the investigation and legal proceedings unfold.

#FightBack

The globopedos started this; we must finish it. And a child shall lead them. Kyle did nothing wrong. Free Kyle! Follow his example.

Rittenhouse Update

31 Monday Aug 2020

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I’ve seen more evidence that all of Kyle’s heroic actions were properly defensive. He must be freed – so justice is done and so he can get back in the fight for the West. Vox Day’s observations:

Conflict is the air we breathe. It is the water in which we swim. Most men may never be called upon the way men like William Tell and Kyle Rittenhouse were, but we can all be inspired by their examples to be ready to act decisively in case we are. Because what makes a hero is his willingness to pay the price and be the sacrifice for the cause, if necessary.

Kyle Rittenhouse. Casey Peterson. James D’Amore. James O’Keefe. They are the heroes for the next generation because they didn’t do the sensible thing, they didn’t do the pragmatic thing. Instead they stood up and fought back, each in his own way, against a wicked society that hates them and their kind. They are the genuine heroes of the West who the Shapiros, the Pragers, the Petersons, and all the conservatives who have never conserved anything, are desperately trying to neuter.

William Tell is very high company, but the comparison fits. Unlike the usual suspects, Kyle literally conserved something. And he did it without a bow tie and lies.

Literally Worse Than Hitler?

29 Saturday Aug 2020

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Herr Merkel makes the conceptual case she is the worst German Chancellor in history.

German Chancellor Angela Merkel has doubled down on her controversial open borders immigration policy, saying she would make “essentially the same decisions” if presented with similar circumstances to the 2015 migrant crisis.

Merkel was asked about the policy during her annual summer press conference in Berlin on Friday. “When people are standing at the German-Austrian border or the Hungarian-Austrian border, they have to be treated like human beings,” the German leader told journalists.

The politician added that European nations will face similar tough decisions for many years to come. “The subject of migration … is not finished. It will be a constant theme for the 21st century,” she said.

She is essentially a witch and deserving of a witch’s punishment. She would do it again even as the people strain under the “benefits” of the new diversity. But, she’s wrong: hardly a future constant, migration will be shut down soon in Europe. Not soon enough, but it’s coming. May justice come with it.