Great pop art

Steve Winwood's 1988 Roll With It. Great music and genius video work. You can feel the heat and the sweat, the rhythm, the sound of the crowd, the smell of the fried food and the liquor. Great stuff. Totally danceable, and with joie de vivre.

And remixed in HD.



Those were my bar and dancing years.

Just dessert, please

I decided to take a peek at The Lone Ranger via pirate sites and it turns out the only version available is in Russian.

From reading the comments section of a review of the film --which is tanking financially btw-- it seems that, no surprise, it is a revisionist anti-White version. Noble savages vs Evil Caucasians.

And it's all White (or Whit-ish) men involved in the flick.

The American mistake has been to want to be liked as Nice Guys. No nation becomes as large and powerful as we have been by being Nice Guys. We should always have celebrated Columbus Day as Conquering Peoples Day. That's what we Whites did. That's what practically everybody who claims title to land has done. What nation, tribe or clan holds land that either they or their ancestors did not acquire --or in a few cases, hold-- by force of arms?

But by not owning up to this, we have now allowed ourselves to to silenced and mocked by our competitor races.

Whites: The Most Foolish People On The Planet.

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I'm good with that

Cheap sci-fi. Six Paleface collegians in the future, on the way to intergalactic spring break, crash land on an alien world that looks just like British Columbia. The usual Phallic Females and Pussified Boys but, mirabili dictu, no Numinous Negroes. One sexy loudmouthed redhead. The rest are dying off fast. I'm good with that. Speed it up, in fact. (Thank God for FF.)

The Grand Tour

I have a certain fondness for vintage travel posters. I came across this one, surprisingly. I have no idea if it's old or new.

And then, this one.

The second one came from a site called Waging Non-Violence. Sigh. Whining about "apartheid"* --as if that were a bad thing-- and "colonization."  I guess they'd expect Palestine to turn into yet another stable and prosperous Arab country like...Egypt? Libya? Syria? Iraq?

Good fences may not always make good neighbors, but sometimes "apartheid" protects you from neighbors who'd happily eat your children's liver for lunch.


Just back from Spain, B was reflecting on his visit to one of the old Moorish style synagogues in Segovia. Since the 1492 expulsions, when the Native People there did some ethnic cleansing, there have been few Jews in the country. Currently, about 50,000 in a country of 47 million. (And a million Muslims, all of recent arrival under EuroUnion's enlightened suicide program.)

There was no anti-Jewish sentiment that he could pick up, --not enough of them around to hate?--but, along with the rest of Europe, a hatred for Israel. Given the Spaniards' 800 year history with Arab Muslims, this baffles me. But I guess they want to belong to the EuroClub. Knock yourselves out.

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*Speaking of apartheid, an evil site I read has post entitled Breivik's Norway and this opening line:

In this issue, we try to fathom the motives of an ethno-nationalist terrorist and political mass-murderer. And when we’re done talking about Nelson Mandela, we’ll discuss Anders Breivik.

Heh.

The sound of two birds crashing

Since my monkey brain works all the time, willy nilly, sometimes two longstanding thoughts previously unacquainted with each other will meet. Or collide. And I respond with an Ah-ha, or a Hmmm or a Yikes!

I saw a BBC video title on YouTube, The Most Dangerous Man In Tudor England. I was interested, until the prologue revealed that it was the first translator of the English Bible, William Tyndale. It was apparent from the first portentious and breathless moments --almost all BBC presenters adopt this tone-- that he would be the martyr for The Right Of Everyone To Read The Whole Bible And Decide For Themselves What It Meant.

Only an idiot could think that this would turn out well.* But in the Post-Enlightenment narrative which drives our Post-Protestant culture, this is A Great Thing. Liberation from the tyranny of The Church. (And in the English case, the eventual enslavement of The Church to the tyranny of the Crown and Parliament.)

That's Thought One.

The other thought, Number Two, that collided with that one is this one: for the self-proclaimed heirs of the above liberating and democratizing Enlightenment, what current group do they hold in deepest contempt --Nazis always excepted-- and hatred?

The very same demos that reads the Bible and decides for itself what it means: the fundamentalist Christians, direct heirs of Tyndale, whom the elite literati now call Bible-thumpers, bound in intellectual servitude to Bronze Age superstitions. Oh, and H8ers and bigots, etc. etc.

Funny how, these two thoughts now colliding, the heroics of an earlier part of your narrative become the demonics of the later. Once noble martyrs, now craven tyrants.

Not unlike the tellers of this narrative themselves, who once were passionate advocates of free speech --Free Lenny Bruce!-- but are now the dour censors behind the hate speech codes and PC lies that muzzle us all.  

Enantiodromia strikes again.


*Our American/Protestant culture has ceded the right of interpretation of a 4-page document written in our own language, within a mere few centuries of ourselves, to a small group of highly trained sacred interpreters, a magisterium, if you will, (the Supreme Court and the US Constitution) while maintaining that any Tom Dick and Harry can rightfully and easily interpret a thick library of ancient Near Eastern and Greco-Hebraic texts written in dead languages in cultures some two to three thousand years distant from us.

All-American Boy

For the 4th. Memories of my own teenage years.





VERSE 1
Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey
I find him by the fire while his girl was getting friskey, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

He smiles, his arms around her
but his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohh
I say we go this road tonight

PRE-CHORUS
now I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespect
The way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forget
I'll be sittin her, drinking my whiskey
I won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohh

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

VERSE 2
Ripped jeans, tight shirt
he lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohh
I drink the moonlight from his eyes

Now hold there, just a moment
I want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, no
we should go this road tonight

PRECHURS 2
now I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damn
she's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she has
so I'll be, sittin here, tryin hold down my whiskey,
you tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohh

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my
my All-American boy

BRIDGE:
Of all the girls and boys to look my way
Ain't no body ever hit me this way
so won't you come back with me
and lay with me a while

I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes,
leave that beautiful body exposed,
and you can have my heart and my soul and my body...
just be mine

GUITAR SOLO

DOWN CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
baby you light my fire
its gonna be alright, alright!

CHORUS
Be my All-American boy tonight
where everyday's the 4th of July
and its alright, alright
And we can keep this up till the morning light
and you can hold me deep in your eyes
and its alright, alright
be my, be my...
just, be my, be my...
my All-American boy

Reading Alinsky

Any reactionary Westerner who'd like his people and civilization to survive should pay close attention to the execrable Reb Alinsky, who taught his dismantlers of the culture that gave them their lives to "use the enemy's own rules against them."

The highminded and rootless foolishness of the West since the Enlightenment has allowed other people, competitors and enemies --declared or implied--, to use these Laputan principles to get us to cooperate in our own demise.

In a fascinating documentary about the 19th century British founder of archeology, Sir Flinders Petrie, one of the current staff of the Cairo Museum, an Egyptian woman, criticizes a portrait of the man in situ as being "racist and colonialist" because it shows him in a position of dominance. We have to endure a discussion of whether this man, born in 1853, was a "racist."

Grotesque.

You create the ideas of "racism" and "colonialism" and inferior peoples can gain moral dominance just by pronouncing the words.

Note to Western self: do not espouse values that alien enemies can use against you.

If only the West were more like the Chinese: frankly self-interested, assumptive of their superiority and innocent of apology. As we once were.

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Lincoln revisionism

The Gettysburg Address is in the news these days, part of the Civil War anniversaries.

Lincoln's most famous speech gets a rather startling interpretation from HL Mencken. But it seems right.

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Misty

Summer in San Francisco brings the fog.

Like a living thing.


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Canada Post-Canada Day

One of my Canuck friends is in town for a few weeks, so I had him and his partner --who are now, again, officially married in California--over for dinner.

Remnants of the tourtière: a meat pie of chopped beef and pork, with onion and some potato binder, seasoned with allspice, sage, thyme and cloves.

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