Just came from mass about an hour ago. Lemme tell ya, the future belongs to those who show up for it; atheists and secular humanists don't stand a chance. Why? Because ALL the women had kids, a couple of young ones only one or two, but many and maybe most with three or four.

Dear Parade, how do I fucking hate thee? Let me count the ways... I am forced to the conclusion that whoever set this up lacked clue one. Ok, look, that's just not how it's done. See all those troops out of step? And, no, it isn't just the Guard. It's the Regular Army, too. What's supposed to happen is ONE FUCKING BAND...and it marches out of the line of march and plays for everybody as they pass the reviewing stand. One band, playing LOUD, at the moment it really counts. Didn't happen. You don't play music that cannot be marched to. NO, the theme from Band of Brothers is shit to march to. NO, you don't put the announcer's voice over the troops' marching music. He can talk between troop serials but NOT WHILE THEY'RE FUCKING MARCHING PAST THE REVIEWING STAND. No, the troops are not drum majorettes. They do not FUCKING WAVE as they pass by. Probably more when I am not so pissed off.

Continued: Jungle fatigues, for fuck's sake, for the Vietnam group, not OG 107s. NONONONONO: Not Ballad of the Green Beret for the 101st. Not Ballad of the Green Beret for anything. You can't fucking march to it for shit. And what asshole decided to have the troops march on from the right of the reviewing stand? NONONONONO. They should have marched in from the left so they could do: Eyes....RIGHT, which they're fucking used to.

Thought for the day: "Mandatory buy back" is code for "Remember Lexington and Concord, Motherfuckers!"

Lines of Departure 2-11: Genghis is Still My Name open.substack.com/pub/tomkra…

BFRH Tom Kratman, Justin Watson, and Kacey Ezell on The Romanov Rescue youtu.be/tZb6mhTEOJM?si=prai… via @YouTube

On the northwest corner of School Street and Washington Street, in Boston, is a brace of multi-figured statuary that comprise the Irish Famine Memorial. You can find it on google and wiki has an entire article devoted to it. Unless you've seen it with your own eyes, though, it's very hard to capture something that is really key to the work. Now, as most of you know, I spent my early years in South Boston, a prosperous working class Irish ghetto. (Ghetto does not, by the way, mean slum; it was a nice place, if overcrowded. Well, you'll have overcrowded when the average woman has like 9 kids...) Very little, if anything, in Ireland is quite as Irish as South Boston was, at the time. There's an aura there, or was (it's less Irish and a lot more yuppified now), one I didn't even notice until after we left, that, I think, comes directly from the famine. That aura is terror of another famine. Memes perpetuate, and this one, there, did. I saw it mostly in my mother, grandmother, and at least most of my aunts. None of those were quite happy unless the pantry and refrigerator were full. Note; those were all women. Back to that pair of statues now...oh, go on and look them up; I'll still be here when you're done. Note, a lot of people don't like them at all. They miss the point. Done? Ah, good. Look at the first one, one we might call "starving misery in three figures." Does a pretty good job of displaying misery in Ireland at that time, no? Now look at the second one, the one from after they've escaped from the famine to the US. The man is standing erect, head up, looking to the future. He's not the interesting one. Oh, no; it's the woman of that group who is interesting. She is looking directly at the first group, the statue of the past. She is looking at it, in statuary form, because while her husband is looking to the bright future, she is determined never to forget or let be repeated the horrid past... ...just like my grandmother and her daughters. I contacted and congratulated the artist, Robert Shure, on what may just be the most subtle and moving aspect of a work of art since Michelangelo had Mary, holding a full grown body of Jesus' corpse, on her lap, looking down, instead, at the infant Jesus she could see though we could not.

Question for the day: We have no trouble saying, "a hostile press" or "a hostile judiciary." Why is it, then, that we refuse to translate those to what they really mean, 'the enemy press" and "the enemy judiciary"?

Old Column: Die Schadenboner "The greatest happiness is to vanquish your enemy, to drive him before you, to rob him of his wealth and possessions, to see his cities in ashes, to see those dear to him bathed in tears, to clasp to your breast his wives and daughters." - Genghis Khan And, yes, some of us are very, very happy right about now. The following, however, is about and largely addressed to those who are very, very unhappy right about now. Modern, young, metrosexual, multicultural, social justice mongering lefties are idiots. They are idiots wherever found, all over the world. They are spoiled children; ill-mannered, ill-bred, weak, ignorant, and stupid. They are historically illiterate. They have no idea of how the world really works. The only ideas they have outside of the fever swamps contained within their neutronium-dense skulls, filled to the brim with professorial sewage, are the kind of ideas that can only survive inside the echo chamber of a safe space. They are, frankly, disgusting, and the similarities between them and actual human beings are minimal. Morally, intellectually, spiritually, they are cockroaches. Where it not that some of them are possibly larval stage human beings, creatures who may eventually grow up to be actual human beings, there would be little or no moral component to gassing them. I mean, sure, the younger generation, every younger generation, not least mine, has been somewhat childlike until well past the onset of puberty. Indeed, the consensus of neuroscientists now seems to be that our brains aren’t actually adult until we reach our mid-twenties, or even later. But the lefty portion of this one is just special, in much the same way that kids riding the short bus are special. So children, sit down, shut up, and listen; I’m going to explain to you why you didn’t get your childish fantasies handed to you by the adults, this time. In the first place, there was your preferred candidate, the Hildebeest. You can mentally masturbate yourself that she was voted against because she was a woman. This is nonsense. She was voted against largely because she has a record of utter dishonesty going back to her youth. Twenty years ago New York Times columnist, William Safire, wrote: “Americans of all political persuasions are coming to the sad realization that our First Lady — a woman of undoubted talents who was a role model for many in her generation — is a congenital liar. Drip by drip, like Whitewater torture, the case is being made that she is compelled to mislead, and to ensnare her subordinates and friends in a web of deceit.” And that was written before she was in a position to parley her office and power as secretary of state into kickbacks to the money laundering machine that is the Clinton Foundation. That was before that pseudo-charity paid for a chunk of Chelsea Clinton’s wedding. That was before she tried to cover her own incompetence as Secretary of State, concerning the Benghazi attack and murders, by blaming a minor filmmaker whose film had nothing, NOTHING, to do with it, putting his life in danger and sending him to jail. But none of that mattered to you, did it? None of it mattered because you’re foolish children who do not care, indeed, are incapable, of caring, about the woman’s lack of integrity, her incompetence, her criminal negligence, or her total inability to take responsibility; all that mattered to you was that the bitch didn’t have a dick and mouthed lefty pieties, in public, even while you ignored her pandering to global finance, in private. How stupid must a youngster be to fail to understand that that means the bitch lies? Silly shits. Again, though, you are stupid so I’ll recap it in small words and simple sentences. She was a bad person. She was known to be a bad person. She was known to be incompetent. She was known to be dishonest. Thus, she was a bad candidate. Thus, enough people refused to vote for her to keep her away from the White House china. And, lest you forget, you – modern, young, metrosexual, multicultural, social justice warrior – are stupid. Bu’, bu’, but…you’re educated! You’re just so much better educated than the knuckle-dragging high school graduates of flyover country! Surely their votes shouldn’t count! Surely, at least, yours should count for more! No, you are not educated; you are propagandized. Propagandization is the exact opposite of education. You have not been taught to think; you have been told what to think and taught not to think. Your skulls have been filled to the brim, as mentioned above, with left wing professorial shit. Not only should your votes not count for more; you should not be allowed to vote at all. You’re not mentally fit for the responsibility. As for the high school graduates of flyover country, no, they don’t have your sheepskins, and precisely because of that, because their native intelligence and talent have, unlike yours, not been suppressed or eradicated, they are in every way more fit for citizenship and its responsibilities, to include voting, than you are. They’re not, for example, dumb enough to vote for politicians and policies that will leave their children with a standard of living comparable to that found in Bangla Desh or Haiti. You people, on the other hand, are just that dumb. Speaking of them, that misogynistic, racist, homophobic cohort of just ever so privileged white males, they’re not only more effectively intelligent than you are, they’re, as a general rule, none of the things you accuse them of. I won’t even try to convince you of that, though; your self-satisfied smugness and the ignorance of your misguided certainty would surely defeat any such effort. Let me tell you, though, yet another way in which they’re a lot brighter than you are; they’re bright enough to realize that the globalist elites, who don’t care a fig for them, or you, or me, are the enemy. You’re dumb enough to “Occupy Wall Street” and accomplish nothing. They’re bright enough to vote against a woman who was completely the creature of moneyed interests, utterly beholden to them, US hyper-rich, international globalist, and outright enemy (Saudi Arabia, I am looking at you). And they’re bright enough to vote against the party, the Democratic Party, that used to represent them but has long ere now sold them out. Then, too, there’s the most amusing aspect of your spoiled brat tendency to temper tantrums, the call for secession of the left coast, to form what I suppose we should come to call the “Socialist Peoples’ Democratic Republic of Moonbattia.” Now think about that. You hate guns and war and don’t know much of anything about either. The bulk of the people who would be inside your prospective borders and who do know something about guns and war hate your guts. That’s Strike One. Because of privilege and diversity and a host of your other magic words, you’ll want to provide maximum feasible disadvantage to those who might otherwise be willing to defend you, straight males. That’s Strike Two. By leaving the union you will ensure that a) other lefty states must as well, which b) will ensure a right wing, no, an overwhelming right wing majority in the rest of the United States, probably in perpetuity. And then you won’t control or defend your southern border, indeed, you’ll invite Mexico in, though Mexico won’t be content to stay in your pissant idiots’ paradise, which means that to defend ourselves we’ll have to invade, crush you, reconstruct you, and certainly never allow you to vote in the US again, except for those larger portions of your area that will side with us. That’s Strike Three and you ninnies will be out. Contemplate these things from your parents’ basement where, after twenty-eight years of Democrat, Globalist, RINO – Democrat by another name, New World Order rule, you’re still living, and doomed to live, because you cannot get a decent job and, after four or five expensive and wasteful college years, you still know nothing that anyone is willing to pay for and have signed yourself into debt slavery for life for, to boot. And you say they’re dumb?

2nd Thought for the day: When you think about it, if women ought take no responsibility for their own security, as feminism would seem to have it, what are they? Mere beasts? Children? On what grounds are we - meaning you and I or men in general - obligated to care more for their security than they care themselves? I have no intention, and never had any intention, of raping anyone. But why should I or any man care if they are raped, if they do not care enough themselves? Is it because they're just children and only men are adults? I certainly wouldn't say so but feminist logic at least strongly implies it. Think about that, too, in relation to the PIV=Rape crowd (if you've never seen the expression, PIV = Penis in Vagina) who seem to hold that no woman, ever, could ever or can ever give informed consent to sex with a man, hence it is always rape. Once again, if they can never give informed consent then what are they, beasts or perpetual children? They'd certainly not be adult and human if they're incapable of giving informed consent. As for the getting drunk is not consent to be raped meme...well, it's true but it's also irrelevant. Perhaps in some - once again - children's fantasy world there must never be a bad result from one's own irresponsibility, poor choices, or childish behavior, but that's not the world we live in, nor is it likely to be any world we - or childish feminists - can create. So, again, why should we care if they don't care enough?

Thought for the day: With regard to Latin women, one big plus is that you don't have to worry about what they're thinking behind that calm exterior. There is no calm exterior and they're not remotely shy about telling you _exactly_ what they're thinking.

Quote of the day: In the matter of reforming things, as distinct from deforming them, there is one plain and simple principle; a principle which will probably be called a paradox. There exists in such a case a certain institution or law; let us say, for the sake of simplicity, a fence or gate erected across a road. The more modern type of reformer goes gaily up to it and says, "I don't see the use of this; let us clear it away." To which the more intelligent type of reformer will do well to answer: "If you don't see the use of it, I certainly won't let you clear it away. Go away and think. Then, when you can come back and tell me that you do see the use of it, I may allow you to destroy it." --G.K. Chesterton:

So about two years ago I promised a range report for this. I'll add in two others - pistols with cans - that I took out to test fire today. Everything I bought to add to the VRF-14 worked well. Howthefuckever, I had 2 FTFs in about ten rounds of number 4 buck (best home defense round going). I will blame a) that I, of course, did not, would never ever even think about using the pistol brace as a stock, b) that it was new, not broken in, and c) I should have had - thought about bringing but said fuck it - a can of oil for it. So holding it with two hands, I think too much of the energy required to operate the bolt was employed in recoil management. On the plus side, the bolt handle works fine as a forward assist and both rounds could be properly seated by smacking that a couple of times. Ruger RXM, basically a 9mil Glock clone that some insist is better than a Glock. On it was a Rugged can. Fired subsonic Hush Puppy. Fired Super Vel, which is a copper hollow point that Hush Puppy says you can use not just with a can but with a can that has wipes. No FTFs. No FTEs. Quite accurate. Comfortable to shoot. Nice. PPK with a .22 can from SD Tactical. Worked fine. No FTF. No FTE. Note that the American-made PPK in .22 is not nearly as finely machined as the ones the Huns make. But, then again, it's only .22 so who cares? Note that, for shits and giggles, I lifted up one side of the ear muffs I was wearing. Both seemed to me to be ear safe. Note that there was a guy there - whom I have never seen before, shall surely never see again, and whom I could not identify from a line up if my life depended on it. He was firing something that sounded a lot like full auto. So I walked over and asked, "Do you have a giggle switch or an FRT?" "FRT." "I used to practice law but I never was and am not now YOUR lawyer. Nonetheless, I shall tell you; FRTs are illegal in Virginia." Then I showed him the code section: 18.2-308.5:1. I don't think he was happy with the news and I am pretty sure he's going to ignore me. August 16, 2024 · Shared with Public So, in answer to mods to the VRF 14 people were asking about. These are not range tested. Most I can say is that they fit together well. Foregrip, with surprisingly intuitive controls for laser and flashlight: amazon.com/dp/B0D94T8WJF?psc…... Side folding connector: budsgunshop.com/.../ncstar d…... 21 rd drum mag: rainierarms.com/black-river-… Pistol brace: cainarms.com/.../adjustable-… Connector tube: budsgunshop.com/.../ncstar d…...

Today's an historic day, of course; I am sure everyone knows that. No, no, not because of D Day but because of what happened 50 years afterwards. Surely you can recall, if you'll just think about it a bit...Bill Clinton...pensively walking the dunes where better men by far then he gave their lives. There; I knew you would remember it. Do you know what Bill was thinking? I'm pretty sure I do: "Shazzam! If only Ah'd been alive and of age back then, just think a all dem widew women I coulda _comforted_...."

Lines of Departure #2-10: Battleships, Part 2 open.substack.com/pub/tomkra…

The Care and Feeding of YOUR Right-Wing Death Squad, #64: Argentina: What Happens When the Left Can No Longer Use the Law (because they’ve destroyed it)? open.substack.com/pub/yourri…

Thought for the day: Kamelo Anthony's life does NOT matter.

An interesting measure of the power of Christianity. You know how the Goths, a populous and mighty people, became Christians? They captured and carried off as a slave a single Christian woman. She didn't covert them, or not that many of them. But her son, whom she raised as a Christian, did. And shockingly quickly.