Monday, 23 January 2017

Guess who wins

I had intended to get around to posting something useful yesterday, but I was hampered by a combination of severe sleep deprivation (no idea how that happened), exhaustion from a hard workout (because being a pussy is not an excuse, even when you're running on less than 4 hours of sleep), and the strain of recovering from what feels like (but probably isn't) some kind of bird flu.

Now that I'm somewhat conscious and coherent after getting a decent night's sleep, and my sinuses have unblocked themselves a little, it's back to the grind of posting random and sometimes useful shit aimed squarely at manly men. To whit:

I have to say, this is definitely one of Mat's better epic rap battles- not because the rhymes are particularly good (they aren't), but because mocking anti-gun liberal douchenozzles never stops being fun.

It's also not difficult to figure out which of the two makes better points. All you have to do is look at the "men" who support the liberal agenda- not just in the video, but in real life. Most of them look like complete manginas- effete little Millennial crybullies who look like they'd faint the moment you so much as clench your fist in their presence.

There are exceptions to this rule, by the way. Sylvester Stallone, for instance, is a strong advocate of gun control, despite his very obviously masculine personality, both in film and in real life. Henry Rollins- who wrote a very eloquent and quite influential article about the virtues of lifting heavy things and beasting out as a result- is very liberal and very anti-gun even though he is quite strong.

But people like that are very much the exceptions.

Most of the anti-gun types that I've met are not exactly the kind of men that you could rely on in a fight. Of the women among them, many are soft city-dwellers who have no real familiarity with violence and the ways to deter it, and/or are deeply ugly people physically, mentally, and spiritually.

By contrast, the men and women of my acquaintance who are in favour of firearms, and of weapons in general, understand that their safety is their responsibility, and theirs alone. After all, when shit goes down, the only person you can truly rely upon, every single time, is yourself- and if you don't understand that your physical well-being is one of the very few things in this world that you can actually control, then you're going to be in real trouble when the inevitable happens.

Ultimately the argument over guns is really an argument over personal responsibility. Liberals don't hate guns- they hate the idea of you and me owning them. They hate that idea because it pushes responsibility away from government and back down to the individual- which makes the individual far harder to control, therefore far more difficult to mold into the "ideal man" that the entire progressive philosophy is dedicated to creating.

The problem with that philosophy has always been apparent: perfection is impossible because Mankind is Fallen. We are all of us flawed and broken creations that nonetheless have the chance to return, via tremendous personal effort and spiritual sacrifice, to a loving and just Creator. We cannot become as gods; we can only attempt to return to God.

But to do so, we have to embrace the pain and the responsibilities that come with the joys of freedom.

The liberal psychology is not well suited to handling pain- it actively shies away from such a thing. Is it any wonder, then, that liberals have a difficult time accepting the right to, and the concomitant burden of, self-defence?

The Wrath of the Awakened Saxon by Rudyard Kipling

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good,
When the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy - willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low.
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd.
It was not taught by the state.
No man spoke it aloud
When the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddently bred.
It will not swiftly abate.
Through the chilled years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the Saxon began to hate.

Friday, 20 January 2017

Friday T&A: Daughters of the Emperor Edition

Lads, it seems to me that, with the Feast of the Emperor's Ascension having been concluded and the God-Emperor having assumed his rightful and proper station as President of the United States of America, all is right and good with the world- at least for today.

In fact, let me give you an idea of just how good today was.

Heading out from work around 6.20pm today, I found that one of the main roads that I usually take to get home was completely blocked off- because there was a huge march of anti-Trump protesters bitching and whining at the tops of their high-pitched voices that Trump was "not my President!!!".

All well and good- being boneheaded whiny liberals is their God-given right, after all.

The problem with their little stunt was that the Almighty wasn't best pleased about it. Which is why they were marching in the rain, the wind, and the cold.

The Lord Himself is on our side- which is why He pissed all over the whiny butthurt Left's little parade. It just doesn't get much better than that, which is precisely why I simply dissolved into laughter watching them rant and rage while raindrops plopped straight into their faces and all over their signs.

It didn't help matters much that they mostly smelled like wet dogs, and that the "men" in the crowd looked like low-T douchenozzles who were only there to see if they could score phone numbers from the shrieking harpies who, if you squinted really hard, might possibly qualify as women.

God is, I repeat, on our side, which is why He helped ensure the God-Emperor's ascension to the Golden Throne of Terra. And I have no doubt that that, if Donald Trump lets us- and Him- down, then He will be the first to deliver a proper ass-kicking designed to teach America a little lesson in the value of a man's given word.

With that in mind- let us take a moment to appreciate the two most wonderful things in life: the beauty of the female form, while presented in the everlasting colours of the Red, White, and Blue:

All pictures courtesy of

Note: I normally only post 7 pictures for these weekly segments, but it's a very special day today, so... here are a couple of bonuses featuring everybody's favourite models with good airbags...

Bonus 1: Kate Upton - double-shot, no less

Bonus 2: Lucy Pinder- who is technically a Brit, so one could legitimately question her patriotism here, but honestly I have a hard time questioning her sincerity. And, yes, a double-shot- which I suppose amounts to a 4-shot latte at this point?

Happy Friday, my fellow deplorables.

The Feast of the Emperor's Ascension

The long-awaited day has dawned, brothers. Today, Donald J. Trump became the 45th President of the United States of America.

There was a time when I thought that I would never, ever hear those words. The very idea that this fleshy, coarse, bouffant-haired, orange-faced, vulgar clown could possibly become the most powerful man in the world was considered so ridiculous as to be unworthy of serious attention by all of those who supposedly knew better.

And yet... from about December 2015 onwards, I could see that there was something fundamentally different about Donald Trump. He spoke and acted like nobody else that I have ever seen in ten years of observing, commenting on, and all too often being extremely annoyed by, American politics.

Here, at long last, for the first time since the halcyon days of Ronald Reagan himself, was a man willing to speak the truth, no matter how much it cost him personally, no matter how hard it was to hear.

And people like us loved him for it.

His election to the highest office in the land holds a special resonance for me, personally. You see, I am one of the very foreigners that should be utterly horrified by his ascendancy today. I should, by rights, be joining the rabbits of the Left in their frantic, spastic, unhinged, and increasingly incoherent protests against his Administration- before it ever even began.

I should be calling him all sorts of awful names. I should be arguing that he is a complete lunatic and a bully and a misogynist- as many of my foreign-born friends have done.

So why am I so delighted by his election? Why do I wish him well and give him my full-throated support?

I do so partly because his election has done to the Left what I have only been able to dream of seeing in my lifetime: it has ripped the mask of civility from their faces and forced them to drop, now and forever, the guise of humanity that they were able to fool us with for so very long.

I have long known and understood that the so-called "compassion" and "tolerance" of liberals is a myth. I have seen in my own family how the folly and mental constipation of liberalism manifests itself in an inability to understand cause and effect, action and consequence, logic and reason. I have seen firsthand the sheer violent rage that liberals are capable of unleashing when triggered, and I have long since lost my once-naive illusions about the nature of the liberal mind.

There is nothing liberal about it. Even the most well-meaning liberals favour agendas that defy logic, reason, the vast accumulated weight of human experience and wisdom, and simple basic common sense. It does not matter where you look within the liberal mind- all you will find is an incoherent worldview based on the flimsy foundation of "progress", which falls apart the moment that its core assumptions are ever actually tested.

Donald Trump- President Trump- showed the world the true face of his enemies, and for that, I am most grateful.

But, as I said, that is only part of the reason why I support him.

The rest of my support for him derives from my love of the country that he now leads.

My friends, I do not pretend to be American- not even slightly. I am not American in any recognisable form- even though I consider the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States of America to be holy writ. I am not "one of the boys", I am not an "average American" or one of the "forgotten men" that populists like to talk about.

I am, by most measures, an elitist. I stand apart from most ordinary Americans in terms of intellect, interests, upbringing, skills, education, hobbies, and an hundred other traits.

But- and this is the important bit- unlike most foreigners in this country who have similar backgrounds and experiences to mine, I do not have an unstated loathing or contempt for the American people.

The American people, in their goodness and decency, made it possible for me to come here, live quietly, make money, enjoy a comfortable lifestyle, and go about my business in peace. All they have ever asked in exchange is that I respect their laws and their way of life.

I have never taken that generosity of spirit and action for granted. I have never believed, as so many of the globalist elites and my fellow foreigners do, that Americans are a backward and provincial people who need to be led by a technocratic elite for their own good.

I have long since recognised that this same elite is so lacking in civic virtue as to be utterly unsuited to the weighty task of governing others. And because I recognise it in them, I also recognised Donald Trump very quickly for a man who was from that same elite, yet openly rejected most of their creed.

I love this country as I love no other on Earth. I love what it stands for, what it believes in. I love it because, if you look hard enough, you can find the spirit of America out there, waiting for you, showing you what life as a free man could be like.

Despite its current ragged state, despite the toxic sewer that is American popular culture, despite the extraordinary malevolence of its government and its frankly insane laws, I love America because it is still the last, best hope of Man on Earth.

Other nations are more respectful of personal freedoms- but that is only because their governments are voluntarily restrained, not because their people reserve certain rights from their governments. Other nations are better and easier to do business in- but, again, that is because their governments choose to be that way, not because their people love freedom for what it is. Other nations have stronger and more patriarchal cultures- but those nations also have some serious structural issues of their own that make it very hard for Westerners to live there.

America is unique in the world because it is one of the very few nations anywhere in which the people told the government who was boss, and not the other way around- and then, more importantly, actually carried through on that premise.

The execution of that premise has been deeply flawed, to be sure. America is not the nation today that it was even ten years ago when I first arrived here to study. But in my mind, there is no place I would rather be, as long as Americans will have me.

Donald Trump recognises America's past and possible future greatness. And that is why I am truly pleased that he is now President.

I recognised that he loves America, just like I do and just like so many Americans do. I recognised that, for all of his flaws- and he has many- he was the only candidate from either party who actually seemed to give even the minutest quantum of a damn about the actual people.

That is why I am delighted that Donald Trump is now President. It is because I wish this country the very best, as a proud friend and ally of its people who would see its greatness restored and who believes in its founding principles.

Donald Trump's ascension today is a victory for the free people of America, regardless of party allegiance. You may not like him, you may not approve of him- but he won, about as fairly and squarely as is possible in the current day and age, and he has shown repeatedly over the last few months that he is not to be underestimated.

His victory is a victory for men everywhere who are tired of being spat upon, sick of seeing our masculinity being torn down and derided, fed up of watching our most cherished principles and ideals being buried under the landfill of modern culture, and enraged at seeing the country that we love being treated like an abused crack-whore.

We now have the opportunity, under President Trump's Administration, to restore masculinity to its rightful place as the force that builds, protects, and restores Western civilisation. We have the chance to build a future that our descendants can be proud of.

Now, to be clear, we probably will not get all that far in the next four years. The sheer amount of work to be done is so vast that our fight will take generations to win.

There is also no guarantee that President Trump will carry out all of his promises. One of the most trenchant, and in my opinion valid, criticisms of him has always been that he seems to talk out of both sides of his mouth. He now has the chance to shut all of those detractors up, but even his most ardent fans- and I am not, by the way, one of them- have to admit that his inconsistency throughout the last few months and even years is alarming.

If he does not do his job right, then we are right back where we started- only with even more work to do thanks to the body-blow that our credibility and momentum will have taken at that point.

Yet I remain optimistic. President Trump does not strike me as the kind of man to back down from a fight. It is him against the world- because it just wouldn't be fair if the odds were any more in his favour.

And if his inauguration speech is anything to go by, we've got plenty of good times to look forward to over the next few years, as common sense, patriotism, human decency, and hard work once again become cornerstones of the American way of life:

Hail the reign of the God-Emperor!

Operation Linebacker III

Gents, remember LTC Kratman's column from January 2nd, in which he exhorted us to start saturation-bombing as many libtard websites as possible with that wonderful AYBABTU meme at the start of the God-Emperor's term as President?

Well, fellow shitlords, D-Day is upon us. Time to earn our daily bread.

Call it whatever you want- my original term for it was going to be "Operation Harpoon", but now I'm going to call it "Operation Linebacker III", in homage to the two carpet-bombing campaigns that the Nixon Administration launched in 1972.

My choice of name is highly deliberate. The original Linebacker operations were brutal, but they were also highly effective at degrading and destroying the North Vietnamese infrastructure. More importantly, they broke the DRV's will to fight to the extent that its leaders in Hanoi realised that they had to come back to the negotiating table.

Today's campaign serves a similar purpose. The goal is to do exactly what the memelords of #Gamergate did to the lying games media: break their will to fight, demoralise them, crush their spirits.

They're already well on the way to those outcomes. The defeat that they suffered with the election of the God-Emperor was, to their delicate and fragile psyches, absolutely devastating.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it- and knowing you lot of bloodthirsty loonies, you jolly well will- is to visit every left-wing news site, blog, media aggregator, and slime-pit that you can, and leave in the comments section at least one of the following images:

You have your orders. We march to war for the God-Emperor. We are his Angels of Death. And we shall know no fear!

And now, for some appropriate marching songs to help us get into the right frame of mind- appropriately book-ended by two IRON MAIDEN classics:

Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Taking the ladies to school

I came across a rather interesting "new" YouTube channel (which actually isn't very new at all) called Blonde in the Belly of the Beast today, starring a Millennial blonde woman who basically espouses sensible red-pill points of view. Some of my readers might be inclined to agree with me when I say that she's kind of a butterface, but on balance, I think she's a reasonably fetching young lady.

I have to admit, I'm impressed- most Millennial women are annoying as hell, but the pretty blonde right-wing ones are good fun to watch.

The best thing about Ms. Blonde there is the fact that she spends quite a bit of time telling women of her own age and social milieu to "woman up". This advice is rarely given these days and seldom listened to by its intended recipients, but it is valuable nonetheless.

Her views on a number of subjects are refreshingly candid indeed. Consider:

Living Among Liberals

The Truth About Feminism

Self-Help for Beta Males

Self-Help for Annoying Millennial Women

The Reality of the Black Undertow

How to Learn to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Yeah, Modern Art Blows

It must be said, her delivery has improved over time as she has gotten more comfortable in front of the camera and written, edited, and produced her own scripts. You can see the progression in quality from her first to her latest videos. I am indeed impressed with her eloquence and ability to craft both a message and a product that people are willing to pay to support.

Women like her are evidence that not every girl in our generation is a lost cause. There are, in fact, some who are capable of being convinced through reason, evidence, and experience that most of what they were taught about how to be a woman in modern society is complete nonsense.

It is not, however, easy to find them.

I suspect that this will change over the next few years, though. Consider: during the Reagan Era, we saw a massive resurgence in masculine ideas and tropes- there is a reason why the Eighties move stereotype exists, after all- because there was a man in the Oval Office who actually acted the part. He was strong, confident, charismatic, optimistic, and a natural leader.

Compared to the limp-wristed nancy-boy that he had replaced, President Reagan's Administration must have seemed like a real breath of fresh air. (I can only speculate about this, I'm not old enough to remember what he was like as POTUS- perhaps some of my older readers can enlighten us.)

The next eight years were filled with a revival of the American spirit- and of the masculine values and virtues which drove it. I have a good feeling that the reign of the God-Emperor will provide us with something similar.

And that is very good news indeed for both the men and the women of the West.

The catastrophic state of Western civilisation didn't happen by accident. It happened because weak men came to power and engendered further weakness throughout the societies that they led.

In times of prosperity and abundance, weakness is a luxury that can be afforded- at first. But the decadence and sloth brought on by weakness inevitably leads to hardship and calamity.

Weakness has been the watchword of the West for the better part of thirty years. For the first time in an entire generation, weakness is now no longer fashionable or desirable- and both men and women will respond to that fact.

Will this mean instant improvements to the dating market? Of course not. If you live in or near any of the big American cities, especially- God help you- Manhattan (or, as I call it, Gomorrah-on-the-Hudson), then it will take years before those rabbit-warrens are forced to change their ways, even slightly.

But I do believe that we can look forward to at least some positive developments in the dating scene, where beta males no longer act quite so beta, and bitchy American women become just a bit more pleasant and feminine in the process.

Note: I am NOT arguing that American women will somehow magically transform themselves into demure, happy, low-drama Stepford Wives. You would have to be hallucinating to argue this; the damage wrought by fifty years of feminism simply runs far too deep. I am arguing that we should see at least some small improvements in their overall demeanour and "dateability" in the near future.

If nothing else, we should see a few more such "awakened" women popping up over the next few years. And about damned time, too.

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

The shitlord and the Cold Whore files

You just know that Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin and Donald John Trump are both laughing their arses off at the patently ridiculous Buzzfeed "dossier" that was released a few days ago. They are having a very good giggle at the expense of the entire legacy media- and who can blame them? In fact, I'd say that the rest of us bloody well ought to join in:
Russia’s President Vladimir Putin on Tuesday brushed aside accusations in a recent discredited report that President-elect Donald Trump had once cavorted with prostitutes in Moscow. While doing so, however, he managed to plug the local sex trade. 
Trump is “a grown man,” Putin said, according to Bloomberg News, “and secondly he’s someone who has been involved with beauty contests for many years and has met the most beautiful women in the world … I find it hard to believe that he rushed to some hotel to meet girls of loose morals, although ours are undoubtedly the best in the world.
Given what we know of Russian women and their often staggering beauty, I'd say old Tsar Vlad there is onto something.

More to the point- that sound that you hear is the lovely, awe-inspiring sound of a thousand SJWs suddenly crying out in terror, and being just as suddenly silenced. It is the sound of world peace, of the promise of a better future, of blue skies and green fields, and of gorgeous Russian girls lining up to show us all just how great life can be when the men are masculine, the women are feminine, and everything just makes sense once again.

In fact, in that spirit, in our never-ending quest for greater mutual understanding between East and West, let us take a moment to appreciate the great beauty of the Russian empire that good old Vladimir Vladimirovich so rightly touted.

Alina Boyko:

Viktoria Bogatir:
A photo posted by @viktoriabogatir on

Tanya Mityushina (again, because- well, do I really have to explain?):

Alina Akilova:

Yana Yatskovskaya:

Y'know, boys, there are times when this whole "posting crazy shit on teh internetz for teh lulz" thing is very, very good fun.

Monday, 16 January 2017

War and Culture, Pt. 2: The shooting starts when the talking stops

This is the second post in what will probably be at most a three-part series, the original intent of which was to provide a very pessimistic civilian's views on several questions that I have been trying to explore for some time now.

The first post looked at the intersection between war and faith, and asked the question: why is it that Western civilisation, which up until about the middle of the 20th Century had a really rather spectacular record when going to war against other civilisations going back at least 400 years, even ones just as advanced as it was and is, keeps losing pretty much every war that it fights?

This second post follows on from that by noting the following: faith that your own point of view is superior is indeed vital to winning a war- but what happens when you run into another point of view that is equally convinced that it is right, and is more willing to defend or express itself with force of arms?

The answer to that one is of course quite obvious in a general sense: the more aggressive, violent, militant ideology beats the other one like an unwanted stepchild. Nothing new about that, it's basic common sense. (Which of course brings to mind another truism- that common sense is in fact anything but common.)

When we're looking outward, at the longstanding war between Islam and Christianity, that answer suits the question perfectly. Dar al Islam is a highly aggressive, expansionistic ideology driven by an absolutist conviction that the triumph of Islam over Christianity, Hinduism, Buddhism, and everything else, is ordained by Allah. Although that ideology is riven by internal differences and contradictions, and is every bit as factionalised as any globally prevalent ideology must be, it is still relatively monolithic compared to its competitor faiths and forms of government. Its rivals are politically weak (though not necessarily militarily so, at least not yet), squabbling, and fractured.

There is no point in holding "dialogue" with the Islamic world. You cannot negotiate for your life and freedom with an enemy that wants you dead or enslaved; the best you can do is bargain for time, so that your end comes in 20 years instead of 5. And that's about it.

But if we look inward instead, strictly at what is happening throughout the Western world right now, the answer to that question becomes a bit less trite and hits a lot closer to home.

For what we are seeing today is the clear and increasing separation, within the borders of sovereign nations, of populations into two very broad camps- and each one hates the other's guts.

If you were to look at the electoral map of the United States in 2016 by county, not by state, you would see, well, this:

And if you look at the racial composition of the United States of America, you will see this*:

The "United States of America" is in fact nothing of the sort, and has for the past twenty years or so slowly been transforming itself into (at least) two countries.

This has happened once before in America's history, of course- and the scars created by the War Between the States have still not healed. That war started because the North and the South had drifted apart at a very fundamental level. Economically, politically, and culturally, the North fundamentally different from the South, and both sides knew it.

Eventually, those differences caused the two sides to stop talking to each other completely. And that is when the worst and bloodiest war that Americans have ever fought, came to pass- because the South eventually realised that its issues with the North could no longer be solved through dialogue, and had to be settled using blood, fire, and steel.

What I am seeing brewing right now indicates that the probability of another rupture, of even greater magnitude, is now large enough to start taking seriously. And this time, the side that is most likely to cause the shooting to start is going to be on the losing side.

The Coastal Elites

One the one side, we have what has come to be called "The Establishment", a term that used to be used with a fair amount of reverence and is now pretty much a four-letter word.

This is a group that is characterised by a rigid commonality of thought ideology. The people within it believe in, as articles of faith, the key tenets of globalisation, multiculturalism, free trade, free movement of labour, tighter political union between historical enemies, and that secular liberal democracy is the highest and finest form of government ever achieved by human intelligence.

These people are defined by an almost complete disdain for bedrock values like patriotism and duty, which they regard as gauche and provincial in the extreme. They pay a great deal of attention- though most of it is lip service- to notions like "social justice" and "equality", but in reality exist primarily to perpetuate, well, themselves and their standards of living.

For all of their high-minded rhetoric about how much they want to help the less fortunate, they show a suspicious aversion to actually, y'know, helping in concrete ways. They rarely have such strength in their convictions as to put their lives and physical safety on the line to defend them.

They think largely the same way, too. They all go to the same schools and private academies and universities, they all belong to more or less the same clubs and societies, and they largely live in the same neighbourhoods- many of which are safely locked away from the great unwashed masses that they presume to rule over by electric gates, iron fences, and security guards.

They are, in fact, the "intellectuals yet idiots" of this world.

The Great Unwashed Rest

As the first map from above shows, the "Establishment" is basically concentrated in the northeast, starting in New England and stretching on down through the American coastline, through Florida, on through the Texan and Arizonan border counties, and then on into loony-lefty California and the other Left Coast states.

This is news to precisely nobody, of course, but it illustrates nicely the nature of the division of the United States. Urban versus suburban and rural. Coastal versus heartland. Cosmopolitan versus small-town. Atomised and secular versus familial and religious. The list of polar opposites that describe "them" versus "us" goes on, and on, and on.

The problem for the coastal elites is that they think that they are the real America, because they have never had to listen to or talk with anyone who thinks differently from them. Yet the real America is not in the big cities and fashionably wealthy (and almost always lily-white) suburbs. It is to be found in the American heartland of small towns, back roads, sleepy little villages, and decaying Rust Belt factories.

That America is not nearly as densely populated as its urban counterpart, which is why Donald Trump won the electoral college with a 30-state victory but lost the popular vote by 2.5 million votes. America, like most Western societies, is heavily urbanised, so the majority of its people live in the big cities and towns.

And that is why the heartland of the country is usually forgotten- because the people who are supposed to make decisions on their behalf, at least at the Federal level, are almost completely divorced from the reality of the people who sent them to the Capitol to defend their rights.

The end result is that the country is not-so-quietly tearing itself in two- and neither side is interested in talking to the other.

It's Always Been Two Countries

It is tempting to argue that this sundering of America into two (or more) separate nations- at least one of which will likely be overwhelmingly white, made up of creators and inventors and workers, and more-or-less productive types- is something to be avoided at all costs.

In reality, however, this country has pretty much always been split along ideological lines- going all the way back to the Founding itself.

On the one side, we have always had the small-government libertarian types. Back in the days of Jefferson and Adams, they were the Southern Democrats. They were primarily advocates of an agrarian-focused, decentralised, minimalist, small-government philosophy that generally left people the hell alone to get on with their own business.

On the other side, we have also always had the mercantilists, the industrialists, the big-government centralists. They believed that a strong central government was absolutely required to prevent the new nation from being overwhelmed by its competitors and sinking into irrelevance or slavery under a foreign power.

That ideological difference has persisted, in various forms and espoused by various parties, all the way through to the modern day. That is of course well known. Eventually, the divide became so deep and so bitter that it resulted in the War Between the States, which Northerners rather oxymoronically refer to as the Civil War, and Southerners somewhat more accurately refer to as the War of Northern Aggression.

That divide was eventually papered over, at least somewhat, by the North's crushing victory over the South. To this day, the South still hasn't fully recovered from that defeat and the years of the Reconstruction Era that followed- and the wounds and scars inflicted by that defeat still linger on.

But- and here is the key difference between then and now- even throughout those times of bitterest division and discord, the two sides were able to talk to each other, right up until the time for talking was over and there was nothing left to do but start shooting.

And that is precisely what America has now lost.

You will not find finer exemplars of the two spirits of America than Presidents Adams and Jefferson. One believed completely in a strong central government; the other believed equally completely in a weak one. The two argued, often contentiously and always with eloquence and conviction, in favour of their respective positions.

Yet the two of them were also closer than brothers. Their respect for each other transcended their political differences and united them in their love for their new country, and their desire to see it succeed. Not for nothing have they been called "Founding Brothers".

This is what America has lost today. The two sides of the debate no longer talk to each other. They talk past each other.

I do not necessarily claim this to be a bad thing, by the way. The reality is that the Right understands full well how the Left thinks by now. But the Left has absolutely no bloody CLUE how and why we think the way we do.

Our positions- particularly those of the alt-Right- are rooted in evidence, fact, and a cold-blooded appreciation of the realities of the human condition. Our predictive models are better than theirs because ours actually work, and because we modify the assumptions going into them when they don't work. Our ability to adapt, react, and overcome is far greater than theirs because our thought process is predicated on the fundamental axiom that Man is Flawed, Fallen, and broken, and cannot be redeemed by his fellow Man no matter how hard we try; as such, we don't get hung up on stupid shit that doesn't work.

Their mental model is outdated and deeply flawed. Their predictive skills are woefully inadequate for the new realities that they face. They are having the devil's own time adapting to the new world- a world that they never expected would exist in the first place.

I've seen this in my own family; when Donald Trump was elected, my parents and especially my sister simply could not fathom how on Earth such a disaster could have befallen the world- but because I had been paying attention to things that they hadn't been, and because I was capable of looking far beyond my own experiences at the realities on the ground, I had predicted a Trump victory since late May and was not particularly surprised when he actually did win.

And since then, as I had also predicted, he has proven to be a far more sensible President(-elect) than his campaign rhetoric had led people to believe.

But the fact remains that the two sides of the country are no longer talking to each other. And that is extraordinarily bad news- for one side, not the other.

As you see from the map above, the Left Coast elites are concentrated in specific bastions and surrounded on just about all sides by the very people that they so despise- and yet depend upon to supply all of their basic necessities in life.

I'm no military strategist, but even I can figure out that it's generally a very stupid idea to piss all over your own supply lines when surrounded by potentially hostile forces. Yet that is exactly what the Left has proceeded to do by throwing a truly epic shit-fit ever since the election of the God-Emperor.

The outcome of this increasing divide is almost surely going to be war, once again. The talking has long since stopped; I'm pretty much just waiting for the real shooting to start. The question that every American then must ask himself is, "which side do I choose?"

If you believe in what a predominantly white, productive, small-government America once stood for, then the answer is obvious: it's that sea of red out there in "flyover country" that has been treated like a cross between fungus and vomit for the better part of a quarter century by the very people who now demand that the will of those same folk be overturned by force.

*Hat tip to LTC Tom Kratman, who found that map and used it for his EveryJoe column from a while back- from whence I duly pinched the same.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

It's not science-fiction anymore

In the sci-fi anthology Riding the Red Horse, Vol. 1, the very first story in that set was a work by Eric S. Raymond called "Sucker Punch", in which Mr. Raymond provided an idea of what future naval and air warfare would look like the day that high-intensity lasers were introduced to the battlefield. Basically, the highly impressive but hugely expensive Carrier Battle Groups that every major sea-going power loves to show off, would be rendered completely obsolete in a single day.

In fact, manned air combat craft would overnight be turned into three hundred million dollar piles of flying scrap.

British soldiers, ships and warplanes could be going into battle armed with Star Wars-style lasers. 
The Ministry of Defence has signed a £30million contract for a prototype weapon from a consortium called UK Dragonfire. 
It will fire high-energy bursts of light capable of destroying rockets, ships and missiles in the blink of an eye. 
Defence chiefs also want the system, which is expected to have a range of about a mile and a quarter, to be able to take down drones. 
It is currently under development, with researchers aiming to find out if ‘directed energy’ technology could benefit the armed forces. 
If successful, the programme could come into service in the Army and Navy by the mid-2020s, and then fitted to future generations of fighter jets by the 2030s. 
One of the major advantages laser weapons have over traditional systems is that the munition is potentially unlimited – the system needs only a power source. 
It also operates at the speed of light so the time from when a operative presses ‘fire’ to the weapon hitting its target is more or less instantaneous. 
Peter Cooper, from the UK’s Defence Science and Technology Laboratory, said the project ‘draws on innovative research into high-power lasers’. 
He added that this could ‘provide a more effective response to the emerging threats that could be faced by UK Armed Forces’. 
The laser will ‘target and defeat aerial threats’ in three ways. It could bring down an aircraft by burning a hole in it, destroy its capabilities by overloading its sensors with light, or blind aircrew.
As was also pointed out in the same anthology, it is a basic truism of warfare that cheap and effective always beats out expensive and over-engineered. In this case, a relatively simple but very powerful laser, costing maybe a few hundred grand per unit, is going to be the death knell for all of the super-duper whiz-bang stealth jets that anyone- American, Russian, Chinese, whatever- is ever going to come up with.

Stealth technology sounds really cool on paper. Essentially, you use shaping and radar-absorbent materials to reflect, refract, and diffuse radar waves away from and around an aircraft, so that its radar cross-section appears to be the size of, oh, a bumblebee- or even smaller.

Back in the day when the F-117 Nighthawk stealth "fighter" was being tested (it was actually a bomber, not a fighter), the testers stuck steel ball bearings of ever-decreasing size on the nose of the thing and then zapped it with radar waves. The F-117's cross-section handily beat every single ball-bearing tested against it- including one that was just one-eighth of an inch across.

The stealth jets that have come along since then, such as the F-35 and especially the F-22, are even more stealthy (supposedly) than the venerable old F-117. The Russians are developing a fifth-generation fighter called the Sukhoi PAK-FA that aims to be able to go toe-to-toe with an F-22. The Chinese are doing much the same with their future combat aircraft.

And all of them are spending money on precisely the wrong technology.

The major problem with stealth is that it is more of a marketing exercise than a realistic offensive technology. Don't get me wrong, it absolutely does work- when used under exactly the right circumstances. It worked brilliantly against the Iraqis in the first Gulf War, because the Iraqis were using then-contemporary Soviet-built radar systems as part of their C&C network. Those radar arrays were tuned to the kinds of high-frequency bands that American stealth bombers were specifically designed to beat; hence, they were able to slip in undetected and land those laser-guided bombs that they dropped on the Iraqi command bunkers to such devastating effect.

But modern stealth technology is not, by and large, designed to defeat older radar systems that use lower frequency radar waves.

And that is precisely why the Serbs, during the 1999 Kosovo War, were able to shoot down an F-117. They were using older, "obsolete" long-wavelength Soviet-era radar systems, which had a much easier time detecting the "stealthy" jet despite its design and its radar-absorbent coatings. When they combined that with knowledge of the local F-117 squadron's takeoff, landing, and attack patterns, shooting down the Nighthawk turned out to be a lot easier than the airheads in the US military command thought.

Now, imagine what will happen when America decides to get all up in Russia's grill, or China's, and sends in a squadron of F-22s, or a couple of B-2 bombers, to make a point. All that the Russians and Chinese have to do is dust off a couple of those old "obsolete" long-wavelength radar arrays- which they've been developing and refining over the last twenty years for precisely such a scenario- and they'll get a general idea in an awfully big hurry of exactly what is heading their way.

And then imagine what will happen when you pair a radar array that can spot American stealth aircraft coming with blood in their eyes, with a giant big-ass Death Star-style laser beam that can boil the eyes in the pilots' skulls and blast holes through the fuselages.

Yeah. You've got a catastrophic, and colossally expensive, military defeat just waiting to happen.

A single B-2 bomber costs the United States, on the hoof, over $2 BILLION. That's with a "B". A single F-22 fighter costs... well, I'm not sure if anyone actually knows what the true unit cost is, but the last time I checked, it's somewhere on the order of $600 MILLION. And a single F-35 costs something on the order of over $200 million by now.

These aren't exactly cheap toys. And now they are about to be rendered completely and totally obsolete- along with all of multi-billion-dollar carrier battle groups.

The face of warfare is changing, fast. It won't be very long before laser weapons like these are no longer just the realm of fevered speculation on the part of eight-year-old boys drawing in the margins of maths textbooks because they're bored out of their gourds in class. Very soon, laser weaponry like this WILL hit the battlefield. It WILL fall into the hands of America's enemies- I'm thinking specifically of the RIFs in both the Sandbox and the Rockpile, and Lord only knows how many other locations besides.

And then it won't be long before America's military suffers one costly loss after another to cheap, simple, highly effective weaponry that will blunt America's much-vaunted technological edge in a very big hurry.

The time for such expensive, over-engineered, overly complicated toys is long done. The time to return to a simpler, more direct, and far more lethal philosophy of warfighting is long overdue. Let us hope that America's new leadership is up to the challenge of refocusing this country's vast military machine toward the challenges of future warfare against non-trinitarian opponents, instead of trying to fight the Cold War all over again.

If they don't, it is distinctly possible that America will once again send dozens or hundreds of brave young men off to their deaths in overly complicated steel-and-carbon-fibre death traps without any hope of victory.