Death Rattle

Ladies and Gentlemen,
We are witnessing a historic moment on the History of the United States.
It has become clear the immensity of this episode is only going to become greater before it is over.
To understand what you’re seeing we must go back to 1960.
A large part of the 12-24 year old 1960 population figured out there was power in collective screaming. They learned to champion causes only some of which they understood.  They forged their identity in protest and labeled themselves the ‘counter-culture’. They cast away the societal norms the likes of Family, Religion and Americanism. They elevated themselves above all the “ignorant masses” who clung to those time-tested ideas and began a decades long mantra reminding themselves of their superiority. They sought positions where they could administer an intentionally subjective ‘fairness’ of their own varying definition.  They learned how to feel powerful.  When they looked in the mirror they saw the faces of the Deciders… the Administrators… the Philosopher Kings.
Now fast forward to 2016.
These same individuals are at least 67-years old, some are much, much, older.  (Yes… there are young ones, but they lack that romantic view of having ‘done something important’.  They lack a perceived legacy which is now under threat. They lack the same investment while sacrificing all of the other evolutionary rites and rituals society previously valued.)
These Aging Leftists are now finding themselves with no real Family, no real God and no real Understanding of the Greatest Experiment in Self Government the World has ever known.  Now they have watched the election of a person they believe is the antithesis of their Socialist Utopia…  and are powerless to stop him from tearing it down.  It’s all they had.

They are old…
They fully realize they may not make it 8 more years…
They have no identity other than those who dismantled the country as the Founders intended it to be…
They have no investment other than a war to create a Socialist Utopia, which they thought they had won long ago…
They see their lives as meaningless…  They are desperate…  They feel cornered…

We are witnessing the Death Rattle of a Mass Existential Crisis… a forced confrontation of what for most of them is the meaninglessness of their lives.

Be warned, these people are found on both sides of the aisle. Yes they associate more with one, but they know no party exclusively.  Do not underestimate them.  They must be approached with extreme caution…

I’m not kidding.

They are irrational… just as they have been all their lives. They are unreasonable… which is how they learned to secured something they call victory. They are unstable… because their fantasy is being threatened by reality.

It is time to walk softly, but carry a big stick.
It is time to take our country back, but keep one eye open.
It is time to show compassion, but remain firm while the damage we have suffered is repaired.

Tough Love.

In 20 years, the country will have other concerns.

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What’s in a name?

Apparently nothing.

So I’ve decided to change mine.  (Just like Mayor DeBlasio… or Mr. Wilhelm…whatever…)

People don’t like me.  I’ve taken an admittedly unscientific poll but the results are clear.  I’m despised.  There are many reasons for this… many, many reasons…

So, by changing my name I will wipe the slate clean.  I mean there are a bunch of people out there who haven’t met me yet and my reputation under my old name can’t precede me.  All I have to say is “That’s not me.”  It will be like being born again! (Kinda… actually very similar…)

And, as long as I don’t get too attached to my new name I can always change it again down the road if I screw it up a second or third time…

The Socialists have been doing this for a hundred years!  Once they were Socialists, then Communists, then Progressives, then Social Democrats, then Democratic Socialists, then Liberals just to be super confusing, then Leftists, back to Socialists and even Anarchists to render the term meaningless, then back to Progressives… anon, anon…  Just like the criminals they are.

Think about it, “Hillary Clinton” is a way better name than “Suicide Inducing Harpy” which is what she used to go by.

Come on!  It doesn’t matter what you call yourself.

Your name says it all… who cares about your actions.  Instant Indulgence, without having to purchase it.

We do it all the time.

All you have to do is pick something like Catholic, Conservative, or Liberal and that’s what you are.

You don’t even have to know what that moniker means because it means whatever you want it to. Brilliant!

So what if you only go to Mass at Midnight on Christmas Eve… and support abortion.  It doesn’t matter.  So what that when you’re confronted with Socialist principles you cringe in disgust… you’re “Liberal” and you’re going to continue to vote for “Liberals” no matter what.  You can even wear the mantle of “Conservative” though you couldn’t explain free-market capitalism if your life depended on it, and you support catastrophic spending by huge extra-constitutional government as long as it is “your guys” in charge…  NO problem!

We’re finally at the point where words have no meaning.

And never worry, if some malcontent tries to assign a definition, you can just combine a bunch of them like “conservative-liberal-pacifist or liberal-progressive-social democrat or left leaning-anarcho-capitalist”, there are no rules…go nuts!

So remember, as long as you keep changing what you call yourself nobody will ever challenge you.   And if nobody Challenges you, then even you will never have to genuinely understand what your new name means.  You’ll Never Feel Stupid Again!

So…  it’s time for me to make the change.

I’m going with “Omnipotent”.  (It says it all.)

I know, it’s a bit of a mouthful but “Enlightened” seemed a to feminine and I’m saving “Super Genius” for future use.

Oh… and it’s “Mr. Omnipotent” to you.  Or, possibly “Your Highness”.  I’ll have to think about that.

(020912)

Why do those Escaping the Evils of Socialism….

…want to turn the place they escape to into what they escaped from?

 

While I happen to agree with the Fascism charge… is it ‘racist’ to disagree with the Oppression, Despair, Destruction and Death directly tied to the ideology of Socialism?

No, it is not.

The Far-Right Socialists Awaken…

In a land not far, far, away…

a Dark Force stirs.

Once upon a time, not long ago, the entire World fought an Enemy so great it almost destroyed the last visage of Freedom and Liberty known to Man.

That War was never Won.

Today those who bravely fought against this Evil have waned in their opposition. They have succumbed to the argument of Power over Freedom, Administration over Choice… Socialist Ideology over Individual Liberty.

Slowly Progressivism has cemented its poisonous hold over our minds with the appeal of Vanity, Ego and Envy.

So desirous are we to appear benevolent, feel superior and make everything fair according to our personal wants and needs…

We have turned to the Dark Side.

We are seeing the undeniable manifestation of this in Germany as I tap this out.

Like an old comfortable pair of shoes… German National Socialists are rallying across their land.

When we, here in the only country on Earth to be founded on the Supremacy of Individual Freedom, have embraced the ‘kinder, gentler’ Socialist Immorality within our own Government…

It was just a matter of time.

When you embolden a Great Evil through your passive acceptance,

When you give credence to the poisonous idea of Communal Responsibility,

When you sustain your power by creating groups of Idle Offended Dependents,

How can there be any surprise?

Socialism is not to be ‘considered’, it is to be defeated.

This Ugly Ideology belongs nowhere but on the ash heap of history.

Do we have Champions who will discover renewed zeal in the face of an Evil that refuses to be defeated?

We must find A New Hope.

(121614)

Guinea Pigs

Here’s the deal, I want my stuff to work.

I expect the stuff I buy to perform as promised.  If it doesn’t work I want my money back and I’ll get something that works.  My life is easy that way… and I have Rich People to thank.

Not only do they own and operate the places that make and sell me the stuff I want, they are the guinea pigs for the crap that might work but typically doesn’t.

If it wasn’t for rich people I wouldn’t have a 32″ flat screen in my home because there wouldn’t have been anybody foolish enough to pay $3000 for the same TV just a few years ago.

If it wasn’t for Rich People I wouldn’t be sure that the air bags in my car would work because there would never have been anybody foolish enough to buy them in overpriced high-end cars so the bugs could be worked out.  Suckers!

If it wasn’t for Rich People I wouldn’t be able to avoid cooking at home because of all the various Tasty Restaurants out there that they bank roll on behalf of their friends and family.

If it wasn’t for Rich people I wouldn’t have the “routine” knee surgery with only three tiny holes in my leg because no-one would have had the money to risk on creating the arthroscopic technology… the old way worked just not as well and with far more side effects and big scars.  So the Rich opted to go the new way, making it cheaper and more available for the rest of us.

If it wasn’t for rich people wanting the “best” first then all of us would suffer ridiculously high prices for far from reliable products.  These “early adopters” are the test subjects, lab rats, beta testers… Guinea Pigs.

Product developers cannot work out all of the problems with a new product until they get them out into “real world” situations which means in the hands of consumers that use them in ways never imagined.  These consumers are the rich people and their family, friends and associates.  (que evil laugh: Bhaa..Ha, ha, ha…..)

I love that Rich People are the guinea pigs, and not me… I also love that Rich People pay enormous sums just for the privilege.  These enormous sums keep the rest of us employed trying out new ideas on them… Brilliant!

So thank you Rich People for buying big, over priced, crappy cars.  And thank you for getting addicted to Personal Computers, Crackberrys not to mention Palm pilots with their own language you had to learn to write (remember those?).  Please also accept my gratitude for buying horrible little green electric death traps you pretend are cars, because I know eventually your ridiculous desire to make a statement will lead to something worthwhile for me… like a huge electric 600 horse-power 4-door 4×4 pick-up truck.  (I’m waiting…)

In the End,

We don’t need them to be nice… we just need them to be Rich.

Contrary to what non-thinkers want you to believe…

We should never promote the Government TAKING their money… instead we should always promote an environment where they SPEND their money, Voluntarily.  ‘Redistirubtuion does not have to be forced… it happens everyday, all by itself.  Only Theft must be Forced.  (Because, if the The Bloated, Wasteful Government can TAKE ‘Their” money they can TAKE “Our” money too.  Not cool.)

So, I raise my glass of 12-year-old imported scotch that I only paid $20 bucks for because you guys drink tons of it!

Thank you Rich People!

Cheers!

Everett M. Rogers‘ Diffusion of Innovations

(originally posted 021212)

Stabbing Myself in the Eye

Populism….

A trash can term.  A refuge for the intellectually lazy.  The Pretense of Thought.  A label non-thinkers give themselves in order to avoid having to figure out what they believe in.  A meaningless label representing those who go along with whatever the mob thinks is cool.

An attempt to sound as if you have given thought to your opinions when in fact you haven’t spent even a fleeting moment trying understand anything, let alone what you think about it.

A supposed ideology that no one can define… in other words, the platitude of ideologies.

The mere existence of the word is an attraction for the vacant mind.

People who identify themselves as Populists are so void of thought they rely on the Mob to give them their ideas.  The masses are the river and they are the leaf.  (A little zen for PAZ.)

They pride themselves on, and advertise, their strained almost non-relationship with reality and reason.

They transcend meaninglessness and become an obstacle to meaning…  the souless zombies destroying discourse.

I intend all of the above in the nicest possible way.  (If you think you are one, just don’t ever speak to me… ever.  Don’t even think about it.  Don’t even look at me.  Not even a glance.  Not even a passing look… you know, when you look around the room with the intent of looking at me but you don’t stop… you just keep turning your head so it seems like you weren’t looking even though you were… not even that.  Actually, stay as far away from me as possible.  Everything should be okay then… may be.)

Any guesses regarding the type of recent interaction I subjected myself to?  Anyone?  Anyone?

For the Love of God (Pick one.), please Make An Effort.  Even a small one.