An everyday example of how Leftist thought permeates and pollutes formerly dignified culture.

If something happens in my daily life that bears exposure on these dignified pages, I usually post it right away.  Thing is, something happened back on President’s Day, however, and it has been brewing bitterly in my mind since.  Unsure where to place this little anecdote;  I must write!

So, as I said, it was President’s Day.  The entire world has the freaking day off except my ridiculous company.  On the flip side, at least the rush hour commute, to and fro, was good, by L.A. standards.

Since it was a school holiday (and what isn’t), one of my co-workers, a grandmother, was left holding the bag, ie, 2 young grandsons, about 8 or 10.  The inadvertent conjunction of the holiday with her employer’s non-holiday left them in her care and she had little choice but to bring them to work.   I’m sure the little boys were thrilled.

This grandmother is friendly, in the lame, shallow work-friend level, with my disgusting officemate, all 300+ pounds of her vile, slithering, burping lump of liberal fat.

My officemate is an anti-Trump,  SJW, virtue-signaling piece of shit.  She’s loud, obnoxious, lazy, stupid, rash, overbearing, hedonistic…a real fat-ass stereotype in every massive way.

Anyways, grandma brought her little load of rambunctious overflow to our office to visit and the normal bullshit “talk like a kid” stuff ensued.   I relate terribly to children so I’m terrible at that game and I don’t “get along” well with children in the respect that I can’t reduce myself to their level.  It’s a hang-up of mine that is even worse when infants are involved.  I cannot do baby talk at all. I cannot do child talk. In fact, I can’t do adult talk either, but that’s another post, another time.

So grandma is bringing the kids around and talking to my Leftist fat office mate and they are blah-blahing and I’m not listening too closely because I frankly don’t care what they are carrying on about. I’m a supremely skilled “tuner-outer” and a chain of conversation could be happening 3 feet away but if I don’t care, I will simply cut the channels of that nonsense and those sound waves will not enter my headspace, fully formed.  A great skill, btw.   I recommend that all who read this refine said skill.

So they are talking and I have no idea which direction the conversation has headed but for whatever reason they are talking to the kids about a relative or friend who has two fathers.

The part that re-captured my attention was my officemate’s Mr. Rogers’ level of instructional tone as she lessoned the 2 boys, “And it’s OK for him to have 2 fathers.  There’s nothing wrong with _____ having 2 dads.  Right?”

I raised an eyebrow. I thought about it later. Grandma said nothing during this immoral lecture.

I have no idea how the grandmother feels about gay marriage, gay adoption, or just faggotry in general, but is it acceptable to preach at young children, who have no relation to you, about the virtues and acceptability of gay parenthood?  I think not.  The grandma might have had no opinion whatsoever, but it is not appropriate to tell stranger’s children that anything faggot-related is “OK.”  That is not your job.  If their parents are against gay marriage, I’m sure they would not be pleased to learn of this impromptu SJW course in fag acceptance.   

If it had been me, I would have made it a point to rebut my officemate’s drivel with an opposing viewpoint, just because.  Just because I love argument and I hate fat liberals.


Come cuddle with your bro’s and purge that toxic manhood!

We serve cookies and soy milk daily in our grand playroom suite.

Bring your favorite onesie and join our MEF (Male Empowerment Fellowship).

Be prepared to share and soothe, and if you’re lucky, maybe a little pillow fun!


Twice a month, half a dozen men gather in Plymouth Meeting to help each other work through past traumas.

Their chosen method of healing? Cuddles.

It may seem odd, but members of the Men’s Therapeutic Cuddle Group say the practice has helped them cope with everything from childhood sexual abuse to the loss of family members when they were young.

The two-year-old group draws men from various backgrounds: a 37-year-old Mormon who works as an airport gate agent, a 57-year-old married father of three, a 62-year-old retiree. There is a range of sexual orientations.

At a time when traditional ideas of manhood are facing scrutiny and such terms as toxic masculinity are becoming more widely known through the MeToo movement, the group aims to provide new ways for men to express themselves.

“So often, we’re taught that to be an emotional stoic is the mark of manhood,” said Scott Turner, a 46-year-old interior designer and cofounder of the group. “If you show any emotional weakness or vulnerability, that’s a failure to your title of a man.”


’nuff said.

The ride is a dark, short one.  Say goodbye to Western Civilization.  Nice knowin’ ya.


Oy vey, Adopt-A-Beast leaves well-intentioned couple from New Hampshire dead.

The road to hell.

Is paved with dead chiropractors, some tin-foil-hats would have you believe.


As police investigate a pair of murders in a tiny New Hampshire town, residents are coming to terms with the shocking nature of the crime: a child is accused of fatally shooting a couple one cloudy Friday morning inside their rural home.

The 911 call came around 7:30 a.m. on March 15. Cops arrived to the Eckert family’s farm and discovered Lizette, a 50-year-old mother of three, dead of a gunshot wound. Her husband James, 48, was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. He died later that evening.

Friends described the couple as healers. They were both health-conscious chiropractors and runners, who left their practice in Portland, Maine, to operate a small farm in Alton, where they raised cows, pigs, rabbits and chickens.

Lizette and James, who often went by Jim, were also devoted parents to their 15-year-old daughter and adoptive sons, 11- and 13-year-old brothers, according to one friend.

After a two-hour manhunt and lockdown of local schools, investigators had their suspect: an unnamed 11-year-old boy. Police discovered the child around 9:30 a.m. in the woods surrounding the Eckert family residence on Dobbins Way.

The New Hampshire Attorney General’s office has released few details on the case, citing the confidentiality laws of the juvenile court system.

At a press conference last week, Assistant Attorney General Geoffrey Ward was unable to comment on the boy’s connection to the victims, although friends of the family believe the alleged shooter was one of the Eckerts’ sons.

Autopsies revealed both James and Lizette died of a single gunshot to the head.

Some friends, in interviews with The Daily Beast and in public Facebook comments, said they believed the couple’s boys were adopted from Russia.

“But who knows what kind of struggles she may have had with him,” Miller said, referring to the couple’s 11-year-old son, who is the presumed shooter and was absent from the funeral. “She was so independent and strong, I don’t know if she would have reached out if stuff was going on. She’s pretty resourceful in her own way and stubborn.”

The Eckert children tagged along at Jim’s races and were photographed wearing runners’ numbers themselves. Their 15-year-old daughter is a member of the Revolution United Soccer Club, which recently held a balloon release in her parents’ memory.



One gunshot to the head each.  The precision, the age of the presumed assassin, leaves me feeling very “curious” about these events.

Is the suspected killer the younger (ie, shorter) child with the deranged stare?



The coming wave of mosque harassment will bring corresponding waves of consternation signaling.

Does this deserve to be called “news?”


An investigation into a possible hate crime is underway Sunday following a small fire at an Escondido mosque, where officials said they found a note that referenced the recent massacre in New Zealand.

Escondido police and firefighters responded to the scene after receiving a report of a fire at the Islamic Center of Escondido around 3:15 a.m., Lt. Chris Lick said.

People inside the place of worship saw flames and came out to extinguish the blaze, Lick said. While nobody suffered any injuries, the fire scorched the exterior of the building, the lieutenant added.

The mosque was holding a religious retreat at the time, Lick said


Welcome to the brave new world of Mosque-bashing.  Stick a pork in it.

Remember when guns, and all things gun, were the panacea of the moment, complete with all the predictable liberal Consternation Signaling?  All it takes is one amplified event to set off a reverberating string of never-ending Consternation Signaling, and guns owned the stage.

Guns still own much of the stage in the consternation realm, but now they may need to share the stage with a new consternation prop:  Mosques.

Now all things anti-Mosque-related, from pork defacement to arson to mass shootings will assume a larger-than-Left significance.  The most piddling juvenile incidents of anti-Islamic timbre will be inflated to epic and gargantuan scales of symbolism and consternation.

You know it’s coming.

If the Islamic Center of Escondido had been “St. Joseph’s Catholic Church,” I doubt the fire would have received any attention or coverage from the press, and the Left, irrefutably fixated only on the ordained consternation props of today’s Orwellian hive mind, would not have cared.

But it’s a Mosque.

This so much more than small fire;  it’s the embodiment of the evils of Christian, Western society!  Send the reporters in and let’s make this a story worthy of much consternation.

C.J. Hopkins pens the paragraph of the moment summing up Trumpism.

There are times I grasp for words like straws.  I grasp, grasp, but the semantic string, the narrative, the prose, will not unfold like my mind desires.

In other words:  I’m at a loss for words, and what I do come up with sorely lacks the depth, nuance, wit, to articulate my expression adequately, much less forcefully.

It’s times like this that I appreciate when another writer forms a paragraph that miraculously conveys that which rumbled helplessly in my head.  I could have sat in front of my screen for months and never come with a fraction of the words that the writer did.  In another dimension, I wrote that

So C.J. Hopkins, writing a piece, Mueller-Dämmerung, at The Unz Review, managed that very feat today.

Writing of the blowback to ensue when Robert Muller’s investigative report is made public, or at least, its ostensible inability to find a legitimate reason to recommend further indictments against President Trump, Hopkins fantastically writes this stellar summation of the mechanics behind the rise of Trumpism in 2016:


Back in November of 2016, the American people were so fed up with the neoliberal oligarchy that everyone knows really runs the country that they actually elected Donald Trump president. They did this fully aware that Trump was a repulsive, narcissistic ass clown who bragged about “grabbing women by the pussy” and jabbered about building “a big, beautiful wall” and making the Mexican government pay for it. They did this fully aware of the fact that Donald Trump had zero experience in any political office whatsoever, and was a loudmouth bigot, and was possibly out of his gourd on amphetamines half the time. The American people did not care. They were so disgusted with being conned by arrogant, two-faced, establishment stooges like the Clintons, the Bushes, and Barack Obama that they chose to put Donald Trump in office, because, fuck it, what did they have to lose?


What he said.