Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Christianity In Action

To believe that my eternal soul will burn in Hell is simply an act of faith.

Monday, June 29, 2020


He dreamed of fire.

The cities of his Nation, and of his Civilization, were on fire.  And that someone, a group of hostile men, had set those fires.  He dreamed that the soldiers who were under his direction had entered the cities.  To hunt down and kill those who set the cities on fire.  And when the soldiers under his command were done with the killing, the People of his Nation and his Civilization could begin to rebuild.

He dreamed that he had a life, again.  He dreamed that he had a wife, a son, and a daughter.

And he dreamed that there was an explosion.

And that there was blood.  There was blood, all over, everywhere.

 He regained consciousness.

Once upon a time ago, on one of his more cynical days, Evelyn Alexander Keller said to his older half brother that the history of the Early Twenty First Century would be written in human blood.  When he originally said that he did not imagine for a moment that the blood would be that of himself, and his wife and daughter.

The glare of the overhead lights came through his remaining eyelid.

He opened his remaining eye.

Even though he wasn’t wearing his eyeglasses, it was very readily apparent that he was laying on a hospital bed in an intensive care ward.  It was also apparent that only his right eye was functioning.

He raised his hands into what was left of his field of view.  Apart from stitches and some bandaging it appeared that his right hand was completely intact.  The left hand was completely bandaged over and it appeared that the little and ring fingers were missing.

Keller began to look around the room.

The room of the intensive care ward was walled in glass and that four paratroopers wearing their full British pattern uniforms, combat load, maroon berets, and holding their L85A1 assault rifles, were standing outside the door.  The maroon beret was still worn by the paratroopers of the American 82nd Airborne Division and the British Parachute Regiment of the Federation Armies.

There were also two Presidential Protective Service agents visible outside the room.

Someone was sitting inside of the room.  Even with the disposable isolation garments over her civilian clothes, and her eyeglasses she could still be reasonably described as attractive.

It also helped that the wig and makeup covered her burn scars.

She was also Sonya Newman, she was once a reporter for Fox News, then she became the press secretary for President March.  Alex and his wife Susan had met her during the presidential campaign eight years ago.  And they became good friends.

And she was here and alone.

She stood up and walked over to the side of the bed.

“Hello Evelyn.”  She said.  She was one of the few persons who could address him by his given name.  And now she was only one who could do that.  Even the President and his own Mother did not do that.

“Hello Sunny.”  He replied.

He thought for a moment, and then spoke again.

“What happened and where am I?”

Sonya answered.

“There was a suicide bombing, roughly a week ago.”  She said.  “Apparently the bomber was a Caucasian American convert to Islam and you’re now in the ICU of HCMC.”

The Intensive Care Unit of the Hennepin County Medical Center in the city of Minneapolis.

Keller had to ask a question about his wife, son, and daughter.

“Susan, Anson, and Alice?”

“Anson was in the school building when it happened, he’s safe and with your Mother now.”  She said.  “We buried Susan and Alice yesterday.  And John was there for the funeral.”

John Andrew March was one of Keller’s oldest friends.  He was also the last President of the United States and the first President of the Federation.

“Where is John now?”  He asked.

“He’s checked into the Presidential Suite at the downtown Radisson Hotel.”  She replied.

The downtown Radisson was on the south side of Seventh Street between Nicollet and Hennepin Avenues.  The hotel shared a parking ramp with the Macy’s department store on Nicollet Avenue, and the ramp exited on Eighth Street.  It would be a straight drive from the hotel ramp to the HCMC.

Sonya had something else to say.

“Oh, and Rush Limbaugh is still complaining about Affirmative Action.”

“Really?”  Said Keller.  “I thought we banned it.”

“Well he isn’t really,” replied Sonya, “but I felt like I had to say something humorous.”

“Okay.”  He nodded and replied. 

From his bed Keller could see a PPS agent pull out a cell phone out of a pocket, dial a number, and start talking. 

Keller lifted his right hand and pointed at the paratroopers just outside of the door.

“We have Paras here?”  He said, using the common name for the British Parachute Regiment.

Sonya responded.   

“Bravo Company of the Second Battalion of the Parachute Regiment has secured the hospital.  John has brought the entire Federation Airborne Corps up to the Twin Cities.  He’s using them to turn the area over looking for the Hidden Mosque and the Hidden Mullah.”

“If it’s who The Unit thinks it is,” said Keller, “I don’t believe that we’ll find him up here at all.”

Roughly ten minutes After the PPS agent made his call, Keller had two visitors, his Mother, and his son. 

Keller’s Mother was eighty years old and her hair was completely white now.  She was was barely able to walk by herself and had to use a wheelchair or a cane to move around most of the time.  Anson was barely seven years old, and apart from his red hair, greatly reminded Keller of himself when he was that age.

The ICU staff helped them put on isolation garments and gloves.  And an ICU nurse pushed his Mother’s wheelchair into the room.

“Hello Alex.”  His Mother said.

“Hi Mom.”  Al replied.

Al looked at his son and spoke.

“Hello Anson.”

“Hi Daddy,”  Anson smiled and replied.

Mother spoke.

“We buried Susan and Alice yesterday.”  She said.

“I know.”  Al replied.

Mother continued to speak.

“We haven’t heard from Gabriel yet.”  She said.

Allan thought that he to reply to his Mother with more gravity in his voice.

“I’m not at all surprised.  Mother, you better face it, Gabriel is no longer your stepson, and as a result of what he chose to become, and what he has chosen to do, he is no longer a member of our family.”  Alex said.  “And anything else I have to say on the subject is covered by a security clearance.”

“You can’t say that!”  Mother replied.

“I have to.”  Said Alex.  “For all practical purposes Gabriel is already dead, and you may as well morn for him right now.”

Mother could not believe what she just heard.

From his position in bed Alex could see a dozen more PPS agents and The President of The Federation enter the ICU.  John March began to put on the isolation garments that were provided to him..  Alex looked back to his son and spoke.

“I have to talk to The President now,” he said, “I’ll try to get out of here as soon as possible.  Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”  Anson replied.

With his right hand Alex patted his son on the head.  Sonya pushed Al’s Mother and her wheelchair out of the room.  Anson followed them.

And then The President entered the room alone.  Al spoke first.

“Hey, John.”

“Hey, Al.”  He replied.

John March had attended Oxford to obtain his Doctorate in History.  He picked up a wife and a slight British accent in the process.  And now he was the one who was making history.

John spoke again.

“You’re angry?”

“I’m sedated.”  Said Al.  “I’ll be really angry when this crap I’m on wears off.”

Al then spoke with a clear degree of seriousness.

“You know that the Airborne Corps aren’t going to find the Hidden Mullah.”

“I know.”  Said John.  “The Paras are being used to secure this hospital, your home in the Uptown area, and the hotel.  The rest of the Airborne Corps is up here to perform some political theater.  To give the impression that we are actually doing something.  And who knows, they may actually catch some Muslims in hiding.”

John leaned down to say something else in a whisper.

“I also have Uri and the Special Unit doing the real work on catching the bastard.”

Uri, and the other members of the Special Unit were Israeli soldiers who survived the Second Holocaust.  The Special Unit operated under Keller’s control and were tasked with hunting down and killing those who were responsible for the annihilation of Israel.  And also with eliminating the other confirmed enemies of Rational Civilization.

John spoke again.

“Uri says that he has a lead on catching the bastard.”

“Good.”  Said Al.  “I want to be kept up to speed on this.”

John nodded.

“John,” said Al, “I have another request.”

“Yes?”  Said John.

“I haven’t had long to think about this.”  Al said.  “But I think it’s time to move on.”

“What?”  Said John.

“I understand that the position of Governor of the Mars Colony is still open.”  Said Al.  “I want it.”

“Al...” said John, “Al, you are fifty nine years old, and you were not in the best state of health to begin with.  And I still need you here on Earth.”

Al waited a bit before answering John.

“If you will pardon me for being selfish,” said Al, “but I would be doing poor job of being a father if either I or my son were to be murdered by a Jihadist.  I would think that about thirty five million miles of hard vacuum should be an effective barrier to that.”

John was stunned into silence.  Al continued to speak.

“We just discovered the hard way that the Quarantine is not perfect.  There will continue to be leakage and individuals outside who covert to Islam.”

Al continued to speak.

“And even if our successors in government were able to maintain the Quarantine, someone else may very well cook up another toxic ideology and start another global war.  Given that most of the easily accessed resources on this planet have already been used up, that means that a technological collapse would condemn any of the remaining people to being stuck on the Earth and condemn them to eventual extinction.”

“You know,” said John, “You used to be an optimist.”

John and Alex had met during the first year of the Reagan Administration at The Little Tin Soldier Shop on Lake Street in Minneapolis.  John was a spoiled rich kid who was into Dungeons And Dragons.  Alex had introduced him to hard science fiction and a role playing game called Traveller.  And in spite of efforts by his politically Leftist parent’s to dissuade him, John had also followed Alex in enlisting in The United States Army on the same day.

“We are now, for all practical purposes, in charge of the most powerful government on the planet.”  Said Al.  “If we didn’t think up worst case scenarios and work out plans for dealing with them, we wouldn’t be doing our jobs.”

“Yes, of course.”  Said John.

Al continued.

“And we have to move on.”  He said.  “We, The Human Race, have to move out into the Universe.  And I always wanted to take a part in that.”

“Yes,” said John, “you always did.”

John had something else to say.

“Okay, I’ll push your appointment.”  He said.  “You do know that this will be a bitch to push through?”

“I wouldn’t think so.”  Said Al.  “There are so many people who hate or fear me that you should be able to get a simple majority just from the folks who want me off the planet.”

That thought surprised John.

“In a strange way,” said John, “you are still an optimist.”

“And there’s another issue.”  Said Al.

“Which is?”  Said John.

“The Special Unit.”  Said Al.  “The members of the unit and their families will need a place of sanctuary after this ... this incident ... is properly dealt with.”

“Mars?”  Said John.   

“Yes.”  Said Al.

“Why?”  Said John.

“After all that has happened, you’re asking why?”  Said Al.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t.”  Said John.

Al nodded.

“Of course not.”  He said. 

Al thought for a moment before answering.

“I gave the orders.”  He said.  “The Special Unit carried them out.”

“Al.” said John. “you shot my predecessor, yourself.”

“Okay,” Al replied, “I did provide him with a round in the head in the old Soviet style.  Apart from that, the Special Unit did most of the wet work.  And they will get most of the blame in the histories written of our conflicts.”

John nodded, and  Al continued to speak.

“In the Internet era, The winners, or more accurately, those who are politically dominant, can no longer control the general historical narrative.”

“If it were not for the net, we would already be dead.”  Said John.  “And anyone still alive would be under the boot of the new ruling class and singing the praises of The Big Zero.  Or worse, learning to speak Arabic the hard way.”

Al nodded.  And then spoke again.

“What was done, what we did, will be remembered, in an adverse fashion.  And those who did it in The Unit, as well as their families will need a place of sanctuary, too.”

John again nodded.  And then he answered.

“Okay then,” he said, “they will have a ticket to Mars too.”

“Is there anything else?”  Said John.

“Yes, I want to be kept up to speed on the Hidden Mullah case.”  Said Al.  “And if I think of anything else, you’ll get a fax or an e-mail.”

“Of course.”  Said John.

That was all they had to say.

Later in the day Keller was eventually moved to a private room.  The two PPS agents and the fire team of Paras went with him.  He received a visit on the subject of security from the medical center administrator.  The PPS agents stood in the background.

“I want those thugs removed from this facility!”  Said the Administrator.

“What thugs?”  Said Al.

“Your security detail!”  The Administrator shouted.

The Lead PPS Agent spoke up.  He had dark brown hair, was constructed like a bodybuilder, and spoke with an obvious Scottish accent.

“There have two attempts on your life sir, since you were admitted to this facility.”

“Only two?”  Said Al. 

“Yes, sir.”  Said the Lead Agent.  “Only two, so far, by supporters of the late President Null.”

Well that’s no surprise, thought Al, some people are bound to be a bit upset when you apprehend and summarily execute the Glorious Leader of the new ruling class.  And, of course, the latest manifestation of the Ubermensch mentality really doesn’t like to be subject to the same laws as the rest of us and to be legally compelled to treat us mere mortals as fully Human.

A proper chewing out of the Administrator would require the services of a Marine Corps drill instructor.  Al would just have to make the best response that he could from the hospital bed.

“First,” said Al, “there have been attempts to take my life, that means that the security detail stays, regardless of how you feel about it.”

“Second,” he continued, “these gentlemen are not thugs, and I will not tolerate them being spoken of as such that in my presence.”

“Third,” Al said as he pointed his right index finger at the Administrator, “we are now living in a proper Capitalist Civilization, and if you don’t like your present working conditions, you are free to go find a job somewhere else.”

The Administrator was stunned into silence.

Al gave the Administrator a chance to speak up, he remained silent.

“Well,” said Al, “If you have nothing else to say, then this meeting is over.”

The Administrator walked out of the room.

“Good one, sir.”  Said the Lead PPS Agent.

“I try.”  Said Al.

Eventually Al was released from the hospital.

The event was what in some respects could be called a cluster of fun. 

A mixed motorcade of Federation Army Humvees with Minneapolis Police and civilian Ford sedans was parked on Seventh Street under a section of the HCMC.  A mixed group of British Paras, PPS Agents, and uniformed Minneapolis Police officers had blocked off the street.  Reporters and camera teams from the remaining local stations and national networks had placed themselves at the ends of the block.  Present at the time of Al’s discharge were Sonya, his mother and son, and a man who was dressed in casual civilian clothes.

Al sat the back seat with the civilian gentleman.

Uri was the field commander of the Special Unit.  He gave Al a large manila envelope.

Al began to read the contents.  The top sheet was a copy of a syndicated comic strip.  The award winning leftist comic strip had begun publication in 1970 and its author had gone into exile as a result of the political reformation in the United States.  Most of the characters in his newspaper and now online comic strip had been depicted as having been executed or forced into exile as a result of The Reformation.  One character, a former Viet Cong terrorist, had to witness the return of Vietnam to being a proper Capitalist society.

The sheet that Al held in his hand was a Sunday strip that celebrated the assassination attempt on himself and the murder of his wife and daughter.

Al thought for a moment.

If I was the kind of monster that this idiot insists on worshiping, I could have him terminated with one phone call.

But no.  Al thought.  I’ll do something worse.  Far worse.

I will just let him live.  I’ll let him witness the intellectual dismantling of his holy socialist doctrine.  I’ll just let him see as the truth about the death and destruction brought about by those that he worshiped comes to light.

And I’ll just outlive the son of a bitch.

The rest of the document was a progress report on the search for the Hidden Mullah.

Uri spoke.

“Sir, I have a request.”

“The ancient tradition?”  Said Al.

“Yes, sir.”  Said Uri.

“Yes.”  Said Al.  “Go ahead.”

The motorcade departed from the section of HCMC that was built over Seventh Street.  The motorcade turned right on Third Avenue and crossed the Third Avenue Bridge onto Central Avenue in Northeast Minneapolis.

Susan had been raised in the Catholic Church.  She and her daughter were buried in the Catholic cemetery on Central Avenue just north of Twenty Seventh Avenue.  The Minneapolis Police blocked off the entrance of the cemetery.

The motorcade turned left into the cemetery and parked as close to the grave site as possible. 

Roughly half of the security detail took up positions around the parked vehicles.  The other part surrounded Al and the other visitors to the burial site.

As Al and his other family members stopped before the graves.  Uri stepped behind the headstones, took two pebbles from his coat pocket, and placed one on each headstone.

“What is he doing?”  Mother asked.

“It’s an ancient tradition.”  Said Al.  “I believe that it goes back to the Book of Judges of the Old Testament.”

Mother started to ask a question.

“Is he a...”

Al softly but abruptly cut her out.

“Stop it!”  Said Al.  “I will not have you embarrassing me here in front of everyone.”

Al brought his tone of voice down before finishing his answer.

“I will explain later.”

When Al was finished with the visit to the graves of Susan and Alice he returned to the car.  The motorcade crossed the Mississippi River at the Hennepin Avenue bridge.  They continued southwest down Hennepin Avenue to the Uptown Neighborhood and turned right at Twenty Fourth Street to the house where Al had once lived with Susan.

When the family entered the house, Al spoke.

“Sonya,” he said, “Please take Anson upstairs, I need to speak to Mom alone.”

Sonya took Anson upstairs.  Al pointed to the sofa in the sitting room and said one word to his mother.


His mother sat down on the sofa.  She spoke up.

“That was a Kike? Wasn’t it?”

Al cupped his right hand and brought it up to his right ear as if were hard of hearing and replied.

“I’m sorry Mother, I didn’t hear what you said.”

“You know damned well what I said!”  She replied.

Al stared at his mother for a moment.  She had been an old school Democrat all of her life until the election of President Null.  And then he replied to her.

“Uri is a Jew.  He is the head of a group of former Israeli soldiers who work for President March under my direction.”

“What do they do?”  His mother asked.

“Wet work.”  Al replied.  “It’s a euphemism, look it up yourself.”

Al had something else to say to his mother.

“Shut up and listen,” he said, “I have a story to tell.”

Al remained standing as he spoke.

“When Governor March was elected President, his predecessor, President Null, decided to not to surrender the office to him as required by the Constitution.  And Null ordered the Secret Service detail that was guarding Governor March to place him under arrest.”

Al decided not to mention the firefight that occurred in the State Capital Building between the Secret Service detail and members of both the Minnesota State Patrol and the National Guard.  Or to mention the two Secret Service agents that he was credited with killing with the semi-automatic rebuild of the Austrian SA-58 battle rifle that he usually kept in the trunk of his own car.

“Needless to say, our armed forces stuck with the Constitution, and accepted John as their Commander In Chief.  We set up our headquarters at the Strategic Command base outside of Omaha.”

“The what?”  Said his mother.

“It used to be called the Strategic Air Command.  A bunch of movies were made about it, including one starring Jimmy Stewart.  He flew bombers during the Second World War and was also a General in the Air Force Reserve.  And he also got to fly a B-52 on a mission over North Vietnam.”

Lucky bastard.  Thought Al.

Al continued to lecture his mother.

“John and I both got offices in the old SAC command bunker.  And we were working the late shift when the Final War started.”

Mother was left speechless.

“So what happened?”  Said Al.  “The president of we now call Frogistan had a problem.  There were a mob of Muslim immigrants rioting in the streets of Paris.  He could have called out the army and machine-gunned the rioters.  After all, their first emperor had put down a riot by essentially doing the same thing with cannons.”

“And, of course,” said Al, “Islam is an ideology that calls for the enslavement and murder of nonbelievers.  Killing a Muslim would be no more an act of murder than killing a National Socialist or a Soviet Communist.”

“A what?”  Said his mother.

“Otherwise known as Nazis and Reds, the motherfuckers who wrote the history of the last century in human blood.”

Al continued the lecture.

“But their president, unlike his predecessor, decided to act like a typical present day Frogish leader and appease the mob.  He did this by nuking the State of Israel.”

“John and I were in the bunker when the alarm went off.”  Al said.  “I made the call to Prime Minister Netanyahu to notify him of the attack, and I made the promise that his people would have a sanctuary here in the United States.”

Mother’s eyes widened.

“If you want to know why we had the sudden intake of Jews, that was my doing.”  Said Al.  “And President March put me in charge of the project.”

Al decided to skip the part about the full nuclear retaliatory strike on the French.

“But the remaining Muslim states were actively interfering with the evacuation effort, they just wanted to serve Allah, never mind the real world consequences, so I called John and asked him to nuke the other Muslim states.”  Al said.  “With that one phone call I managed to rack up a body count greater than that of Hitler, Stalin, and Mao combined.”

“Hitler and who?”  Said Mother.

“Josef Stalin and Mao Zedong, they were Communist leaders, and they also loved children.”

Mother was openly shocked.

“You did all that to save a bunch of Jews.?”  She said.

“Yes Mother, I did.”  He said.  “And I’m not ashamed of it at all.”

His mother was stunned into silence.

Al spoke again.

“I think it would be best if you went home, go pack your things.”  He said.  “I’ll have the PPS detail drive you to your home.”

Mother lived in an old farmhouse in central Minnesota, outside the town of Alexandria.  And he would never see her again.

Later that night Al sat on his side of the bed he once shared with Susan.  He was reading another report on the hunt for the Hidden Mullah by the light of the lamp on the night stand.  Sonya came into the master bedroom and she was wearing a robe.  And as far as Al could tell she was wearing nothing else.  Not even the wig and makeup she used to cover her burn scars.

Sonya and her production team had been standing outside of the city of Jerusalem when the attack on the State of Israel began.  She had provided a literal play by play account on the air as the Israeli anti-ballistic missile system tried to intercept the in incoming warheads.

One of the warheads got through.

Even though she was outside of the city and there was something solid between her and the point of ground zero, she still received serious burns as a result of the attack.

“I put Anson to bed.”  She said.

“Okay.”  Al replied.

When she was rescued from the smoking ruins of Israel, Sonya was allowed to stay at Alex and Susan’s home.  She now effectively knew it like the back of her scarred hands.

Sonya climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Al.

“Why are you on my bed?”  Said Al.

“I don’t like to sleep alone.”  Said Sonya.

“Neither do I.”  Said Al.

This is too soon.  He thought.

Al set aside the report and brought the remains of his left hand to the back of Sonya’s neck.  He gently pulled her head down and he kissed her.  They continued to kiss.  And then they went beyond kissing.  And when they were finished Al turned off the lamp.

It was, even by the standards of the present day, an indecently short interval that had passed between the funeral of Susan and Alice, and the wedding of Alex and Sonya.

Alex married Sonya in a civil ceremony, which was performed by a Federal Judge and in the Presidential Residence in Omaha.  John and his wife were present, of course.  But neither Al’s Mother nor members of Sonya’s family were present.  Al’s Mother had responded to the invitation by writing that she was too ill to travel.  And Sonya’s immediate family, her parents, brother and sister, had died with the city of Jerusalem.

Alex, Anson, and Sonya went on the honeymoon together. 

Al decided, for obvious security reasons, to stick to the English speaking part of the world.  Even though London had been effectively erased during The Final War, the remainder of the old United Kingdom was open to tourists.

Al got to go into the Cavern Club in Liverpool, where The Beatles once played.  Al also had to explain to his son who The Beatles were.

They also got to see the radio telescope at Jodrell Bank.

“What are they listening to?”  Anson asked.

“Everything.”  Al replied.  “Stars, planets, galaxies, black holes, lots of things.”

Then Al remembered something.

“But the big mystery is, where is everyone else?”

“Everyone else?”  Said Anson.

“Yes, everyone else.”  Said Al.  “It is generally expected that there should be other worlds like our Earth in the universe, and on these other Earths there should be people very much like ourselves.”

While Anson was listening intently, Al continued to speak.

“And these people should have a civilization very much like what we have here on Earth, and a civilization like ours should give off all sorts of radio noise.”

Sonya jumped into the discussion.

“There should be radio and television stations, communication satellites...”

Then Sonya thought of something.

“The electrical power grid!”  She exclaimed.

“Yes.”  Said Al.  “If someone were to listen to Earth on their radio telescope they would hear the hum from our power grid at sixty cycles a second.”

“Except here in England,” said Sonya, “where their system runs at fifty cycles a second.
Anson had another question.

“Why do the English use a different...um...”

“Frequency.”  Said Sonya.

“Why do the English use a different frequency?”  Said Anson.

Al was a bit embarrassed to answer.

“Why do the English still insist on driving on the left side of the road?”  Said Al.  “As far as I can tell they insist on being different, really different, and they’ve been bloody militant about it ever since they were brought into The Federation.”

Eventually Alex, Anson, and Sonya returned to Minneapolis, to begin to prepare for their journey to Mars.

It was on another morning Al received a phone call concerning the Hidden Mullah.

On the previous day Al and Sonya were going through their personal libraries and choosing the books that they would physically take to Mars, and those which would be electronically scanned and copied.

From his own personal collection Al chose to bring along hardcover copies of the complete works works of Ayn Rand, and her successor  as the Leader of the Objectivist Movement, Leonard Peikoff, and rest of the official Objectivist Canon.   He also chose a work by Robert A. Heinlein, Starship Troopers. 

Al also chose to bring along a a really old and beat up copy of a paperback novel.

“Galaxy 666 by Pel Torro?”  Said Sonya as she picked it up.

“Yes.”  Said Al.  “It is, by reputation, the worst science fiction novel ever published in the English language.  It took a great amount of time and trouble for me to acquire a copy.”

“Surely, you can’t be serious?”  Said Sonya.

Al avoided the obvious response but still answered anyway.  He took the copy from her hands, opened it to a bookmarked page, and pointed to a paragraph.

“Read that.”  He said.

The paragraph was an example of purple prose which illuminated the absurdity of using the word “terrain” to describe the exogeological features of the alien planet that the characters were walking on.

She read the paragraph.

Having become acclimatized to the pink-tinged light, which gave everywhere a strangely roseate appearance, and which had the effect of lulling their senses into a rather dreamy false security, the four explorers looked down at the ground beneath their feet. The ground beneath their feet was a very odd sort of terrain - - though “terrain” is not, strictly speaking, the kind of word that ought to be used to describe the ground of a planet that was not earth. Like so many of the old earth words, it has crept into the vocabulary of the empire. So they examined the terrain.

“Oh, my God!”  Exclaimed Sonya.

“You could say that.”  Said Al.

“Somebody actually wrote this?”  Said Sonya.

“Yes.  Under a pen name”  Al replied.  “His actual name is Robert Lionel Fanthorpe, he’s about five years older than my Mom, he managed to not get vaporized along with the City of London, and he’s still at it.”

“At what?”  Said Sonya.

“Writing.”  Al replied.

Sonya was stunned into silence.

Al had to say something.

“If I learned anything from reading it,” he said, “It’s to avoid science fiction novels written by bikers, martial arts instructors, and members of the Anglican clergy who are a bit short on cash.”

“And you’re going to take it to Mars?”  Sonya said.

“Yes.”  Said Al.  “I’m bringing along the best works ever written, I may as well bring an example of the worst fiction ever published.  It should take up no more payload mass than a good pair of socks.”

“Well, as long as they’re your socks.”  She replied.

That was yesterday.

This morning, in the office and library of their home the telephone rang.

A diode in an unmarked button on the primary part of the phone emitted a red light.  This indicated the encryption system built into the phone had been activated.  One other person in the world had a telephone that could do that to his phone.

Al picked up the receiver and spoke.

“Yes, John.”  He said.

“We got the son of a bitch.”  Said The President.  “He’s being held in the Fort Benning Stockade.  Everything else that you asked for is being arranged.  A car is on the way to your house to pick you up.”

“Thank you, John.”  Said Al.

The line went dead.

The first thing that Al did was to take a shower.  He expected this trip to be a long one.  The second thing he did was to pick out and put on a suit.  He chose one that was basic and comfortable.  He also decided to wear a shoulder holster under the jacket.

The last thing was to pick out a firearm.

He chose a M1911A1.  It was a commercial copy of the weapon made by the Springfield Armory.  And just because he thought it would be cool, he had three words in ancient Latin engraved on the top of the slide.


The ultimate resort of citizens.

He inserted a full magazine into the pistol grip.  But he did not pull the slide back to chamber a round.

He placed the weapon in the shoulder holster.

Sonya came up the stairs.

“There’s a car waiting for you downstairs.”  She said.  “What’s going on?”

Al answered her.

“One last ride with the Special Unit.”  He said.  “Then it’s over, it will be all over.”

Al kissed his new wife and went downstairs.

Anson was waiting by the door.  He had seen the car waiting in front of the house and reached the correct conclusion.  That his father was going somewhere.

“Where are you going, Daddy?”  Asked Anson.

Even though it would hurt like Hell to get up again, Al knelt on his knees on the floor to answer his son.

“I’m doing one last thing for the government, and when I’m finished with it, then we can go to Mars.”

He managed to tell most of the truth without mentioning any of the nasty parts.

His knees hurt when he stood up again.

The vehicle was a plain government issue Ford sedan.  The ride to the airport was relatively short.  The driver took the Hiawatha Avenue exit from Minnesota Highway 62 and drove onto the Minnesota Air National Guard Base.

The aircraft was a Gulfstream business jet in civil colors with a British civil registration, it was flown by a Federation Air Forces flight crew.

The flight attendant gave Al bottle of Coke Zero and something to read.  It was the report on the interrogation on the prisoner.

The Gulfstream landed at Lawson Army Airfield, near the Main Post area of Fort Benning.  The aircraft was met by a group of men in civilian clothes.  Even though the men were dressed as civilians it was obvious to any experienced and intelligent observer that all of them were veteran soldiers.  Al stepped off of the plane and walked over to the group.  No one the group saluted him as he walked up.  There was a standing rule in the Special Unit prohibiting that.

Uri, the leader of the group spoke.

“We are ready, sir.” 

“Fine,” said Al, “let’s do it.”

Apart from a white Ford Econoline van the motorcade consisted of standard issue Ford sedans.  Al
was led to the second car in the line, where he sat on right side of the back seat.

The motorcade began the drive north out of the Main Post area.

During the flight down to Fort Benning, Al had only read the interrogation report.  Now on the final ride did he begin to think about what he would say to the captive.

Mom was worried about you.  My Mom, but she was still worried.

You know, I thought it was really bad when Sergeant Steve Barry, I’m sure that you remember him, had renounced Objectivism and completely destroyed the credibility of The Resister and the Special Forces Underground, and that we had no choice but to go on without him.  But that wasn’t far enough, you just had to go further.

You didn’t just renounce reason and reality, you had to go all the way and completely dehumanize yourself.

You were there at West Point when Ayn Rand gave the commencement address.  I followed you into The Objectivist Movement and The United States Army.

I had looked up to you.

I had looked up to you!

There was no excuse.  There was no possibility of an excuse for what you did.

If you had just only returned to the worship of Jesus Christ, that would merely be a cause for disappointment, from my point of view, but you had to convert to the worst religion ever invented by a predatory con-artist.

You had to just degrade yourself in the most utterly disgusting way to the most utterly fake deity ever conceived by the mind of a mere mortal.  And you had to degrade yourself to a figment of a pedophile criminal’s imagination.

Perhaps I may be incorrect, but I do recall that a German Marxist intellectual once wrote that each of us perceives of a divine being as a reflection of our own values.  To a productive person who wanted to worship a god it would feel right to follow a working guy like Jesus Christ.  But a serial predator like the Big Mo had to invent and promote a deity that was a power tripping and destructive monster like himself.

Actually, the Big Mo didn’t invent a deity, he just stole and recycled an old old Arab pagan deity for his own use.

The motorcade had reached the Buena Vista Road and had taken a right turn.

Seriously, God is supposed to be, by definition, an omnipotent being.  If he wants something to happen, it happens.  If he doesn’t want something to happen, it simply will not happen.  And an omnipotent being simply can have no needs that go unfulfilled. 

God did not need to create us to in order to serve Him.

We were not created by God as fully human, we had to evolve to become rational and intelligent beings through a natural process.  In short, WE had to do it THE HARD WAY!

So why does an alleged deity need to create a bunch of mere mortals like us to worship Him and to serve Him?”

And let’s for a take moment to a look at what the religions of our world are offering to us.  Most of the religions of the world are calling to us to morally and spiritually grow up and to become members of the divine community.  Basically to move in and eternally live with God, or with their gods if they’re a bunch of Pagans.  But in Islam, those who submit to the obviously false god Allah, and obey the obviously false prophet Big Mo, and who in their supposedly holy names go out and conquer and abuse the unbelievers, will get to eternally rape a bunch of eternal victims as if they were a bunch of eternal animals in Allah’s eternal whorehouse.

And speaking on the subject of murder, you were a Special Forces sniping instructor.  Was it too much trouble to just train the moron you sent out to murder me to just simply shoot me and not harm anyone else?  Why harm any innocent bystanders?

Oh, that’s right, as far as Allah and the Big Mo was concerned there are no innocent bystanders.  There is only the property of Allah, or there are those who refuse to be the property of Allah, who, as far as the Livestock of Allah should be concerned, are just vermin fit only for extermination.  And if the Livestock of Allah want to go out and rape, rob, and murder some infidels?  Well Allah and The 
Big Mo says, go ahead.  

And have fun doing it.

The Motorcade passed the northern end of the Malone Complex, a series of infantry weapons ranges.  They now entered a disused section of the Fort Benning Military Reservation.  The section of road they were entering looked like it had not been maintained in forty years.

The rearmost vehicle in the motorcade stopped and turned to block any further traffic from using the road.

So why are we taking care of this instead of letting the courts deal with you?

Why not?  Why shouldn’t we?

The doctrine of Islam claims that the entire body of laws made by men, thousands of years of effort by mankind to create a just society, thousands of years of effort by of good men, who wrote legal charters and laws, including our original Constitution and our Bill Of Rights, are simply nullified by the mouth droppings of the Big Mo.

On what grounds can those who deny The Rights of Man can claim protection the under those very same rights. 

None whatsoever.

So what we are doing to you is basically covered under the Saigon Rules.

Perhaps.  thought Al.  It would be best to just not say anything at all.

When he enlisted in The Army and was stationed at Fort Benning, Al had seen a full terrain map of the post.  Out of curiosity, he drove around to look at things.

On the map he had noticed a dirt airstrip.  When he went to look at it he found that it had been converted to a training area, with old tanks and other armored vehicles, some dating from the Second World War, parked on the strip.

Now in the time since Al was discharged from the Army the forest had grown back onto the strip and the old vehicles had completely rusted over.  The training area appeared to be completely abandoned.

The motorcade pulled into the remnant of a driveway and onto the abandoned airstrip.

Roughly half the men in the group brought out their M24A1 bullpup configuration and optically sighted assault rifles from the car and took up positions around the spot where they parked.  The other half of the group brought out some shovels from the cars.

“Right,” said Al, “let’s finish it.”

A man-sized hole was dug.  The sod and the dirt from beneath it were placed in two separate piles.

When the hole was completed the men who were in the van brought out their prisoner.

Gabriel Keller was brought to the edge of the hole.

Gabriel had adopted a Muslim name when he converted to Islam and became a mullah.  Al and just could not be bothered to remember it.

And then he did,  Gabriel had adopted the Muslim form of his given name.

How convenient.  Al thought.

Gabriel had been bound and gagged with duct tape.  His head and facial hair were almost as white as his stepmother’s.  If his eyes were showing any emotion at all, it was a state of rage at being found, being arrested, and being in the custody of his atheist stepbrother and the group of Jews under his command.

He was dressed in the ragged remains of the clothes he was arrested in and showed signs of having been physically interrogated.  He gave off the scent of urine and feces.

Al looked down at Gabriel.       

At this point he didn’t really have anything to say.  He just brought out the pistol from the holster, grabbed the slide and pulled it back to chamber the round.

And then he thought of something.  It just popped into his head.  It was Biblical, but at this point he didn’t care.

Al quoted from the English Translation of the Catholic Edition of The Bible, from the Book of Matthew, Chapter 10, Verse 21.

“The brother also shall deliver up the brother to death...”

Al aimed his pistol at Gabriel’s forehead and pulled the trigger.

The report of the weapon was deafening.

Gabriel’s brains sprayed out of the back of his head.

Gabriel fell backwards to the ground.

Al holstered his weapon and spoke.

“Gentlemen, you may finish the job.”

As the group began the task of burial, Al saw where the bullet casing had fallen.  He picked it up, looked at it, and then tossed it in the hole.

Al heard one of the men say a prayer for the immortal soul of his deceased stepbrother.  He did not even think of berating or interrupting him.

It was later in the week the ship that was taking the first group of colonists to Mars had completed the burn that placed her into the transfer orbit.  The captain said that it was now possible to unbuckle and take a look out the porthole.

Al had waited for everyone to look out before he floated over in free fall with Anson and Sonya.

Out of the porthole they could see both the Earth and the Moon.  From their position in space both worlds appeared in be in a half phase.  Equally dark and illuminated by the Sun.

Anson had a question.

“Will we ever go back?”

Al was surprised by the question.  He quickly responded.

“Why would we have to?”

Sunday, June 28, 2020


Advocates of Liberty are often left on The Right side of the political line. 

Saturday, June 27, 2020


On Extremism
by J.F.A. Davidson

In the wake of publicity surrounding The RESISTER after the Oklahoma City bombing, Togo West, Secretary of the Army, and GEN Sullivan, former Army Chief of Staff, sent official message traffic to all Army activities warning of the dangers of service members participating in or belonging to "extremist" organizations. Their messages were little more than reinterations of AR 600-20, Army Command Policy, Paragraph 4-12, Extremist Organizations. While never mentioning The RESISTER by name, everyone understood the underlying intent. Their motive was clearly designed to smear The RESISTER with the same sloppy rhetoric used by the media to smear patriots and constitutionalists.

The term "extremism" defines exactly nothing. It is a term used to connote an issue no one dare denote. It is a term used by devotees of the cult of moral greyness to 'define' that which they fear the most--principled adherence to truth, morality, and ethics. It is a term used by political moderates to discredit constitutionalists who believe in unalienable individual rights exercised in rational self-interest, the liberty to exercise those rights, and capitalism, which makes possible the acquisition of property--the source of all unalienable rights.

Funk and Wagnalls New Practical Standard Dictionary (1947) defines the word extreme thus: "Ex-treme adj. 1. Being of the highest degree, at best, worst, greatest, etc...." Extreme, then, is a measure of degree. When the word "extreme" is used by political and media smear artists, it is intended to mean an extreme of any degree regardless of its nature. This implication is inherently evil. It means that extreme morality and immorality are equally undesirable; extreme honesty and dishonesty are equally immoral, and extreme virtue and extreme depravity are equally evil.

Defining oneself as a moderate is an admission of being a compromiser and an appeaser. Philosophically, what, then, is the implication of compromise between the truth and a lie? What is the implication of compromise between morality and immorality? What is the ethical implication of compromise between principled action and unprincipled action? The implications are advocacy of lies, immorality, and unprincipled action.

Politically, what is the implication of compromise between unalienable individual rights and collectivism? What is the implication of compromise between liberty and slavery? What is the implication of compromise between capitalism and socialism? The answer is, the same result as the compromise between food and poison--death: the death of unalienable individual rights, the death of liberty, and the death of property. The implications are the advocacy of collectivism, slavery, and socialism.

The term "extremism" is nothing other than a smear; a smear used by self-proclaimed moderates, who have no principles, to defile those who adhere to principled thought and action. It is a terror phrase intended to instill a sense of guilt and uncertainty in the irrational mob by reference to undefined and constantly fluctuating ideological package-deals.

One such package-deal is so-called "white-supremacy." Although racism is implied, the true target of this smear is western culture, (meaning specifically, of course, Anglo-Saxon culture). The deprecation of western culture by moderates notwithstanding, the simple fact they attempt to deny is that if the cumulative impact of minority contributions to western culture were suddenly eliminated from the whole, the advance of western culture would have not been delayed one single day.

Minorities who recognize this fact, those whose rational actions logically embrace the principle of reasoned individual effort as the source of success do, in fact, succeed. Note well that self-appointed minority spokesmen immediately attack those minorities who succeed as traitors to their race! Here, the principle under attack by moderates using the smear "white-supremacy," is reasoned action.

We maintain that race is irrelevant. Rational men are rational men--their skin color is trivia. Irrational men end up exactly where they deserve to be--on the trash-heap.

Another deprecating package-deal term is "isolationism." It is a term used by United Nations one-world socialists, and altruists, to connote lack of selfless concern for the rest of the world. Although no isolationist ever maintained that the rest of the world is of no concern, the smear term "isolationist" is nothing more than a straw man used to misrepresent the principle of patriotism and national self-interest.

The connotation of those who smear others as "isolationists" is that patriotism and national self-interest are evil. Their altruistic goal is to loot the wealth and capital of America and redistribute it to peasants and savages across the world. Their persistent shrieks demanding acceptance of multiculturalism denote nothing less than a demand that a mud hut be viewed as the technological equal of a Skyscraper, a Voodoo priest be given equal status to that of a neurosurgeon, and a story teller be given the same recognition as a literary genius.

We maintain that the premises of one-world socialists, altruists and multiculturalists are unspeakably evil. Productive genius is productive genius--its origin is trivia. Incompetent men deserve exactly what happens to them--failure.

The connotation of those who smear others as "cultists" is that the voluntary freedom of association by individuals is evil. This filthy smear is a direct attack on individual choice, whether that individual choice is rational or irrational.

Philosophically, this smear deliberately sets up the notion that only collective associations are acceptable. All collective associations are, by definition, coercive. They necessarily involve the use of force; either force by fraud, or force at the point of a gun. Politically, this smear is the rationalization of unlimited democracy; the belief that might makes right. This smear is a deliberate assault on the philosophical framework of the First Amendment--uncoerced, voluntary individual choice. The uncoerced voluntary choices of individuals are their own individual responsibility. Collectivists deserve exactly what they advocate--slavery.

Pleas for "moderation" are nothing less than pleas for compromise and appeasement; in other words, the primacy of untruth, immorality, and unethical action. "Moderation" is the abrogation of rights, liberty, and property. "Compromise" is the war cry of evil.

The RESISTER has been smeared by moderates, compromisers and appeasers within the chain of command as an extremist publication. We agree with their assessment-- but not their underlying smear. We admire truth, morality, ethical action, unalienable individual rights, liberty to exercise those rights, and acquisition of the origin of rights and liberty-- -property; meaning, capitalism. In today's political climate our admiration of these philosophical and political values means we hold extreme views. There is no alternative.

There is only one reasonable answer to the question invariably posed by smear artists: "Surely, you don't believe in good and bad, and think in terms of black and white?" The answer is: "You're damn right I do!"

Friday, June 26, 2020


Have the opponents of Trump ever considered the possibility that they are the bad guys.  The perpetrators of The Holocaust never did.

Thursday, June 25, 2020

Question And Answer

You may not like the answer.

Why did Anti-fa destroy a statue of an Union officer?

Because the Union officer existed to defend an existing society.  Anti-fa exists to destroy existing societies.

If I was in charge of suppressing riots, I would use the current version of the AC-130.

Thoughts For The Day

When you eliminate rich people People YOU will end up poor.

L. Ron Hubbard will be remembered as the criminal he actually was.

Part of being Objective is mentally stepping back and looking at yourself, you may not like what you see.

Legitimate (non-Marxist) revolutions happen because someone is oppressed.  Black Lives Matter and Antifa don't understand they are the oppressors.

Antisemitism in politics is the practical equivalent of a dead canary in a coal mine, I can't say this often enough.

Those who can believe absurdities will commit atrocities.

Without God one has to accept responsibility for one's own life.

Censorship is the negation of the human mind.  As rational thought is necessary to living a human life the censor, and those who demand it, are Enemies of Mankind.  In my view censors are vermin fit only for extermination.

In Russia high school students are required to read The Gulag Archipelago by Alexander Solzhenitsyn with assembling and disassembling a standard infantry weapon.  American high school students can't even do that.  American high school students are ignorant of Totalitarianism and tought to fear weapons.  Many American High School students have become advocates of Totalitarianism.  This is clearly wrong.

It's easier to be honest.

Barack Obama has apparently replaced Jimmy Carter as the worst President of the United States.

A problem with Evolution is that it's sucks for the children.

Wednesday, June 24, 2020


We need to treat Antifa and Black Lives Matter as the Enemies of Mankind they actually are.

Tuesday, June 23, 2020



The advocating of an end can't be separated from the means it was brought about.

The people who committed The Holocaust (apart from the psychopaths) seriously belied they were good people doing good things.  But in history and Objective Reality they were evil people doing evil things.

Whenever I listen to an advocate of Gun Control I feel like a Jew hearing National Socialist propaganda.

To those who value Power no act to obtain political power is too vile.  The private ownership of firearms is a limitation of political power.  I don't believe in any God, so I can't believe in any God given right to own a firearm.  I can only explain why disarming the citizens is an evil idea.

Monday, June 22, 2020

Radical Idea

Skin color is unchosen and should be politically irrelevant, what does matter is a persons beliefs.

Sunday, June 21, 2020

On Power

When those who value power say "from each according to their ability", they mean it, their lives depend on it.  They don't care if you suffer while alive or die as long as you submit to their will.

For them power over others is the source of their sustenance.  The state of Liberty, where we deal with each other on the basis of consent, is toxic to them.

For them: Power is life.  Freedom is death.  Barbarians are funny that way.  In my view the basic function of liberal (and specifically Marxist) doctrine is to deny reality.

The specific fact of reality that absolutely must be denied under all circumstances is that each of us as human beings has right to say no.  No to the demand for obedience.  No to the demand for material support. And no to the demand for absolute power over our lives.

Liberals, and the left in general, are parasites on human society.  Without the power to compel others to materially support them the members of the left would be compelled either to become rational and productive people or to literally die off.  And it's not enough for the Left, especially their leaders, to be materially supported.  To the left, every word of dissent or refusal is in practical effect a sentence of death for each of them.  It's no surprise that they're hostile to actual thought based on actual facts.

To the left, every word of dissent or refusal is a sentence of death.  And every pistol and rifle in the hands of a private citizen is a weapon pointed straight at their heads.  Someday, we're going to have to pull the triggers.

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Question And Answer

Should Marxism be taught?

Marxism should be taught as the actual disaster it was.

Friday, June 19, 2020

Thought For The Day

We are being ruled by murderers.

A is A. live with it.

Some people insist on transmitting or believing falsehoods.

Let’s start with The Plastic Turkey Of Baghdad.

Who manufactured it?  Who sold it?  It was likely cheaper to actually purchase, roast, and display, an actual turkey.

A famous Leftist once stated that “fire doesn’t melt steel.”  But the steel components that held up the twin towers of the World Trade Center didn’t have to melt.  The Japanese katana is shaped the way it is because of the manufacturing method.  When one sees a YouTube Video on the subject of manufacturing katanas, it’s clear that the metal components weren’t melted.

It’s impossible for an inmate of the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York City to commit suicide.  With the failure of the surveillance system and the sleeping of the guards the obvious conclusion to a rational person was that Jeffery Epstein was murdered.  But the death was reported as a suicide.

Who needs a Reichministry Fur Kulture when the Main Stream Media will voluntarily lie?

Not everyone believes as you do, live with it.

Thursday, June 18, 2020


I received an e-mail from from Pamela Geller about her lawsuit against Gov. Cuomo and NYC Mayor de Blasio and about their favoritism to Black Lives Matter.  I wouldn't be surprised that Black Lives Matter is dismissing The Holocaust as a white on white action.


Is a new political party possible?

The answer is I don’t know.

The opponents of chattel slavery proceeded, even with public opposition.  We, as opponents of political power, have to.

We need to treat exercises of political power, such as censorship, as crimes against Humanity.  We need to treat bans on firearms and free speech as the anti-Human acts that they actually are.  Our political elites have apparently forgotten the lesson taught by our original civil war, that banning freedom doesn’t work.  Our political elites tried to ban the voluntary consumption of alcohol, it didn’t work.  Our political elites tried to ban the voluntary consumption of hard drugs, it doesn’t work.  Our political elites will try to ban the voluntary ownership of firearms and freedom of speech, it will never work.

Our politicians are supposed to do a specific job, and they aren't doing it.

We have to start a new political party to go around them.  We don't have a choice.

Things To Remember

The members of Antifa are enemies of Humanity, the Mainstream Media is part of the problem.

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

History Lesson

Was the bombing of the city of Dresden a tragedy?


Was the bombing of the city of Dresden necessary?


Tuesday, June 16, 2020

No Surprise

Is it a surprise that Bill Clinton is involved in the Jeffery Epstein scandal?


Elites, like Clinton and Epstein, see normal people as things to be used.

Monday, June 15, 2020

Thoughts For The Day

The God depicted in Pascal's wager is clearly an idiot.  God (if he existed) would know he was being deceived.

Something Christoper Hitchens said:

The Second Amendment was never about hunting, or even about self defense against violent criminals.  The Second Amendment is an inherent component of the Bill of Rights.  And the Bill of Rights defines the relationship between the Citizens and the Government.  It's the self appointed Master Class who're working to overturn the primacy of the Citizens and establish themselves as the irrevocable rulers of our nation.

David Miscavige needs to treated as the criminal that he actually is.

Antisemitism in politics is the practical equivalent of a dead canary in a coal mine, I can't say this often enough.

Saturday, June 13, 2020

Thoughts For The Day

We're in a fight for our lives, and we are losing.

Those who help our enemies will be treated as enemies.

Anyone who tells you to disarm is not your friend.

Calling David Miscavige a piece of excrement is an insult to excrement.

I could go on about what I really think of peace activists but I'll keep it short by paraphrasing Keith Richards: I don't have a problem with shooting peace activists, I only have a problem with the police.

Joe Biden needs to treated as the Enemy Of Mankind that he actually is.

Friday, June 12, 2020

Check It Out

Mark Urbin has a Tumbr site titled No Moss Here. It is constantly undergoing change. Real change, not the phony baloney socialist change that The Big Zero is always emitting noise about.

If I didn't constantly click on the site I would miss things like this:

Drug addicts and alcoholics are always, ‘The world is a harsh place.’

My mother was in a concentration camp in Nazi Germany. I don’t want to hear fuck about “the world as a harsh place.”

She gets up every day, smells the roses and loves life, and for a putz, 20-year-old kid to say, ‘I’m depressed, I live in Seattle.’ Fuck you, then kill yourself.

I never understand, because I always call them on their bluff.

I’m the guy who says ‘Jump!’ when there’s a guy on top of a building who says, ‘That’s it, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to jump’.

Are you kidding? Why are you announcing it? Shut the fuck up, have some dignity and jump! You’ve got the crowd.

— GENE SIMMONS, asshole extraordinaire

Thursday, June 11, 2020


There's a Narcissist living next door (Apartment 2312) who apparent doesn't care about the impact he's having on other people.

Question Of The Day

 For the left:

Are you really stupid or are you taking advantage of the fact that we haven't hanged a traitor for something like six decades?

We now return you to your regularly scheduled reality.

Wednesday, June 10, 2020


Those who want to "defund the police" need to treated as enemies of Humanity they actually are.

A Sugestion

The rank and file members of The Democratic Party should just walk out and start a new party.

Tuesday, June 09, 2020

Thoughts For The Day

Power isn't a value.

A right of the individual is a restraint upon the powers of government and society as a whole. Which is perfectly all right for those of us who are rational and productive.  But to those who irrationally choose parasitism as their mode of existence an individual right is like staring at the muzzle of a shotgun that is aimed at their own heads.

Because a rational individual cannot be expected to willfully consent to having a parasite living continually at their expense, the parasite must resort to force and fraud in order to sustain its own life.  Thus the parasite tend to favor dictatorships, with a fully functional apparatus of censorship and repression, over free societies with governments that are accountable to the citizens.

To the parasite, power over the productive is life.

Any restraint on that power, be it the freedom of speech and press, the rights to self defense and to bear arms, or the process of democratic election, is a danger to the parasite's continued existence.   Thus the parasite must oppose tyrannicide, the liberation of the oppressed peoples, and the establishment of free republics.

On the issue of violent crime it appears that the sympathies of parasites are not with the victims but are with the criminals, thus they publicly object to the execution of a quadruple murderer but care nothing about his victims.

How could any rational person not be disgusted by such antics?

Antisemitism in politics is the practical equivalent of a dead canary in a coal mine, I can't say this often enough.

I once said that Racial Collectivism sucks.  I still believe this.

John Dewey, who laid out the public school system in the United States, was a closet socialist who was working towards the indoctrination of subsequent generations of Americans into accepting the doctrine of Socialism over the rational and free nation that was originally founded and they were born in.

Monday, June 08, 2020


Why do revolutions happen?

Because the Ruling Class (a.k.a. The Nomenklatura) does something stupid.

Sunday, June 07, 2020

Thoughts For The Day

If anything should've been learned from from The Century Of Death (a.k.a The 20th Century) it's that cowardice isn't an option.

The election of Donald Trump (as well as Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan) was a rejection of the will of The Left.  If they cant live without power over us, then we as Americans will see to it that they wont.

Public education in the United States was designed by the closet communists of the so called Progressive Movement to indoctrinate Young Americans into becoming drones in their future communist collective.  If the bloody red banner of Communism is ever raised over this great nation its because The Left had a part in making it happen.

 The unavoidable fact of reality is that the self-styled "peace activist" isn't a morally superior being, he or she is a willing accomplice to conquest, slavery, and mass murder. They're an active hazard to human life.  Or in an ancient tongue: hostis humani generis, an enemy of mankind in general.  In my view killing a so-called peace activist isn't an act of murder.  It's a morally necessary homicide carried out in defense of self, of one's family, of one's nation, and of Humanity in General.

Just because your holy book says that someone with a particular characteristic should be thrown off a building shouldn't mean you should do it.

The photographs of Tank Man usually published show him blocking a platoon of tanks.  He actually blocked a battalion of tanks.

Friday, June 05, 2020

Thought For The Day

Evil people really believe they're the good guys and those who oppose them are evil.  Racial Collectivists always lie to their members and victims.  We're seeing this with the NSDAP and now with Black Lives Matter.

Civilized society cannot tolerate predatory and destructive behavior by groups and individuals within it.  The ranting and raving of ideologists notwithstanding, there can be no possible excuse for robbery, murder, or any other form of predatory behavior.

Thursday, June 04, 2020


The way to respond to criticism is to tell the truth.  And if the truth's against you, then maybe you're the bad guy.

Wednesday, June 03, 2020

Inactions Have Consequences Too

There's are negative consequences to not responding to complaints.  My former employer HealthEast was sued for a wrongful firing.  There're now riots in the city of Minneapolis.

Tuesday, June 02, 2020


The Myth Of Gay Rights

What is a right?

In Objectivism a right is a moral principle that defines and sanctions an individual’s freedom of action in a social context.  There’s only one basic right, a person’s right to their own life.[1]

So what is a Gay Right?

The so-called Gay Right is a political privilege, a law enacted for the private benefit of homosexuals, which negates the freedom of non-homosexuals.  In most of the cases on record it’s the freedom to not associate with homosexuals.

Why disassociate from homosexuals?

In the cases that have come up for judicial action individuals are being punished for complying with the Christian moral code.  In Christianity homosexuality is identified as a sin and as a result they are to be shunned.  In reality the act of shunning a homosexual does not violate his real rights because in a free society all personal interactions are voluntary.

In a case that came up for judicial action a homosexual couple entering into a pretend marriage sought to buy a wedding cake for their ceremony.  When they were refused on Christian moral grounds they sued the baker for the act of discrimination.  Instead of choosing a different baker to voluntarily provide the cake as is proper in a free society they chose to reject the principle of freedom and to judicially inflict their will upon the baker.[2]

Are there grounds to disassociate from homosexuals and thus a rational basis to do so?

In reality homosexuality is a mental dysfunction.  The homosexual act runs counter to the normal biological functions of human life.  And homosexuals have been disruptive to the normal interactions in civil and military groups. [3]  

Given that there are both religious and rational grounds for disassociating from homosexuals it’s no surprise that the adherents of tyranny, those that seek to establish the Primacy of the State with themselves fully in control, have quickly and firmly moved to exploit the homosexual voting block.  In exchange for the privilege of negating the rights of non-homosexuals this collective is consistently supporting the complete effort of the tyrants to impose their rule upon our nation.  This should result in a negative outcome for the homosexual collective.  When the present cold civil struggle becomes an open war the victims of the homosexual collective will seek an end to their problem.

A permanent end.

What are your questions on this block of instruction?   


1.  Ayn Rand, “Man’s Rights,” The Virtue of Selfishness.

2.  In finding for the homosexual couple the judge acted in the opposite manner of a judicial officer in a free society.  For this he should be taken out and shot.

3.  The ancient Greek city state of Thebes had a dedicated all homosexual military formation.  It was wiped out in action.