Open Thread

I’m sick.  I’m tired.  I’ve got nothin’.  So what the hell, everyone else seems to do these.  How about an open thread?  What is it that you want to discuss?  Anyone have any post suggestions, comments, concerns?

I can’t speak for Morgan, Phil, etc., but I’m up for whatever.  I enjoy and appreciate all twelve of y’all, not least because we’re all contrarian enough not to let things devolve into a circle jerk.  So….

Open thread.

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22 thoughts on “Open Thread

  1. Jay Carter

    Does this qualify as “an open thread subject?

    I have asked the following question a million times . . . yet to date, not one person has ever been able to answer it.

    We know this:
    Lee Harvey Oswald shot President Kennedy.
    His left the book depository and went home.
    He changed clothes at home.
    Then he went back out.
    Here’s the question: WHERE WAS HE HEADED?

    Every time you or I leave our house . . . we’re “headed somewhere”.
    Still today, no one has been able to tell us where HE was headed.

    And remember this, Lee Harvey said only three words when he was marched past the cameras.
    He said: “I’m a ‘Patsy’.
    He never said “I didn’t do it.” (Never denied it)
    He simply said: “I’m a Patsy.”

    And I believe him.

    I believe he did the crime, and I believe that he was “hung out to dry” by the people who put him up to this.

    I believe that he went into that darkened movie house, (where he was apprehended) in order to meet up with his contact and pick-up a gym bag filled with money, and perhaps a passport enabling him to flee the country.

    His contact NEVER showed up at that movie house!

    A stranger, (perhaps his unknown contact) notified the management of the theater that “There’s some guy in the theater acting very strange.”

    Acting on this, management called the cops. And that’s where Oswald was caught.

    And when Oswald saw the cops enter the darkened theater, the reality hit him like a ton of bricks.
    “Oh my God. I’ve been hung out to dry!”

  2. Kirk Forlatt

    Here’s a topic I’ve been thinking about for a while now….

    We’re conditioned to feel stressed and out of sorts when we live hypocritical lives, or lives of cognitive dissonance. I suspect that many men in “Our Thing” live just such lives. I know I do. Obviously, we cannot talk openly at work or most social gatherings about the things we discuss here. But what about at home? How many of us are well-acquainted with the raised eyebrows and polite, tolerant half-smile offered by our wife or adult child in response to a remark we make about some news or current event item? How many of us have conversations with ourselves, promising yet once again to simply keep our mouths shut, because the tension and/or sense of alienation is not worth it?

    I offer this topic because I infer that many of us here are older than the “just give her some Skittles and tell her to make a sandwich, lozolololoz” crowd, and I wonder how others handle the sense of being a sort of undercover operative, even in family situations where we SHOULD be able to speak freely and solicit opinions from those who are dear to us.

    1. MBlanc46

      It is rough, Kirk. I’m making a little headway with Mme B. We live in the Chicago area, which makes it easier to point to the end result of the Dem program. But sometimes we descend into some ugly shouting matches. In order to avoid that, I have to tread very carefully. That, as you say, is psychically taxing. For me, and for many others, I’m sure, places such as this, are a necessary safety valve.

      1. Kirk Forlatt

        MBlanc, the safety valve thing is so true. That’s why I’m grateful for places like this where we can vent and exchange ideas.

        One of the bleakest feelings in the world is when you realize that you’re alone in your opinions on certain things. You might be completely and intuitively convinced of the rightness of your assessment of a given situation,but when everyone around you, family included, is following the herd, the temptations are strong….temptations to play nice so as not to cause tension….temptations to reevaluate your opinions in light of the input of deeply flawed sources….temptations to just say “fuck it” and go all Gary Oldman on everyone.

    2. Al from da Nort

      I’m careful to limit my remarks to what can be checked out, and, when queried, I tell my counter-party to check it out for themselves. Good if they check, good if they don’t bother cause you were right enough the last few times they did check. So, a slight win either way and these wins begin to pile up over time and move the credibility window.

      As Sev says below, the Kavanaugh show enabled me to say credibly, “If these people take charge, you have NO civil rights, period, if you ever looked sideways at some future shrieking cat lady.”

      1. Kirk Forlatt

        That’s a very wise strategy, Al. If we make sure that our public statements are verifiable, it (1) ensures that we don’t engage in a lot of empty blather and (2) vets our opinions in future conversations.

    3. Frip

      Kirk: “…because the tension and/or sense of alienation is not worth it?”

      Good topic. When Trump won the election I’d freely let friends know how happy I was. This was before my red-pilled awareness of how seriously the Left took this…indeed how seriously the Left takes everything.

      I’d stopped paying close attention to politics in the last 7 years prior to the election. Health issues. When I “came back” I saw how the Left had changed. Or at least “kicked it up a notch” as Emeril used to say.

      Anyway, I was taken aback how these friends reacted to me being pro Trump. It was a conversation stopper. Some were willing to end the friendship. I was not, and am not ready to lose them. So I’d soften what I’d say about him. I keep a low profile about Trump, without betraying him. To sympathize with you, yes, it’s not a good feeling.

      When I get my mind and health back soon, I’ll kick it up a notch. There’s a dog park on the Claremont College campus near me. I plan on taking my dog there wearing my NRA cap. My Trump shirt. And 70’s amber mirrored sunglasses that bring to mind His Orangeness. Full on tacky American deplorable mode. I know some SJWs are gonna walk up to me and give me shit. It may be fun, or it might suck. I’ve never really been confronted like you see stuff going down on YouTube.

      This is the shirt that’s going to get my ass kicked. (My dog is a cocker spaniel, so no help there).

      1. Kirk Forlatt

        Great shirt, Frip!

        When you make your trip to the dog park, take a can of hornet spray with you. Conceal it inside a tall disposable coffee cup. That shit works better than pepper spray and is accurate at 20+ feet. Never know when some poodle-walking pansy will decide to swing a bike lock at you.

        1. Al from da Nort

          Bad idea with the hornet spray. Instead of being an ordinarily non-fatal irritant like pepper spray or bear spray, hornet spry actually *is* poisonous to humans. One of its active ingredients is a chemically close form to the various nerve agents like Sarin of Syria fame. (Stuff you had to know during the Cold War – the USSR had literally tons of the stuff). Sarin was first developed in interwar Germany as an insecticide but was discontinued in favor of DDT because it was less toxic to humans (!!).

          The only known antidote is atropine which must be injected into the large muscles (thigh or butt) using an injector pen, just like an epipen. Even epipens are not widely available (hence the instruction to carry your own at all times if you are susceptible to anaphylactic shock). So you can imagine how unavailable atropine injectors are: Highly restricted military storage, if at all: Definitely not in your typical EMS responders bag. Sarin kills within 5 -10 minutes, depending on dose and exposure, just like anaphylactic shock.

          Disaster scenario: You get over-enthusiastic and empty the entire hornet spray can in the face of the Prog soyboi tormenting you. The eyes and mucous membranes (nose, lungs) are the most susceptible to nerve agent attack (hence gas masks) so the soiboi starts exhibiting symptoms of nerve agent poisoning (pupil dilation, collapse, nervous jerking movements, etc.). There will be no antidote to be found. So even if said soiboi recovers instead of dying, you are in big city trouble. Attempted manslaughter is the best charge you’d be able to cop to.

          Go with bear spray if you must.

          1. Kirk Forlatt

            Gyah-LEE. Good info, Al, but my mind is trying to decide whether to be (a) horrified at the description you provided, (b) tickled to the point of high-pitched giggles, or (c) sullen, now that it’s on my Permanent Interwebz Record that I’ve been duly warned.

          2. Al from da Nort

            Glad to bring a little Cold War era sunshine. Lots of nasty stuff’s been put down the old memory hole since those days: Gratefully for the most part.

            I wouldn’t worry about the old Interwebz. There’s a pretty clear warning already on the spray can, so no harm, no foul in my alerting you, assuming you weren’t just joking about it anyway.

            Prosecutor: “So Mr. Forlatt did you read the precautionary notices on the hornet spray can before you deliberately used it to poison Mr Soyboi_?”

            If you say yes, it’s assault with malice aforethought. If you say no, it’s reckless disregard for human life. Lose:Lose

            Now, you’d be right to say that there’s a good chance that it wouldn’t go down that way. But why run that risk_? I’d imagine you’d not actually want to cause a Prog soyboi a horrible death (some instructional non-fatal temporary suffering, possibly). But if you did, there’s far more certain and effective means that are easily available.

            Also concerning Progs:, The point above illustrates the stupidity of chemical warfare as a concept. It’s difficult, highly uncertain, it only works on untrained or unprepared enemies and once they retaliate, you’re just as much in a world of hurt as they are. But yet the Russians persisted for the entire period (and maybe now too). It had to be just evil only. Yet the Progs. of the day defended them.

          3. Frip

            Holy crap. OK, no hornet spray. Hah. But no bear spray either. I’ve tested bear spray on my hikes, and it sprays far and pretty wide, like a fire extinguisher. I’m bound to harm innocent bystanders. I’ll stick with a small, hand-held bottle of mace.

            Bear spray would be good when a whole group of Antifas are coming at you in a riot type situation. In fact, all us Son’s of Boss should order one. Keeps hidden on belt clip with long shirt or coat.

  3. Recusant

    My contribution (and it sort of addresses Kirk Forlatt’s point) is that we might actually be at an inflection point and that, for once, it is in our favour.

    For the last 50-60 years the Left has been in control of the narrative and dissent from that has brought a storm of vitriol and denigration on any body who tries to contradict it. ‘Conservatives’ have spent their time apologising for their faults and asking the Left’s permission to speak, all the while ensuring that what they say and do stays within the accepted Overton Window. That tactic got them precisely nowhere and yet they were too scared to dissent.

    Now, they, thanks to The Donald’s example, are seeing that if you punch back and, frankly, don’t give a damn about the shrieks and pearl clutching, the world doesn’t necessarily end. More and more people are beginning to see that the terrifying beast of Liberal Disapproval is actually a screeching shrew. The thing begins to snowball, particularly as the Left reacts by becoming even more shrill and deranged, until it ends with normal people in normal homes around normal dinner tables saying things that we find normal without raised eyebrows.

    At the moment this phenomenon is occurring, I believe, in the US, hopefully it can hop the Pond and take root here in the UK. We dearly need it.

    1. Severian

      The Dems really did us a favor with the Kavanaugh thing. Even among family, who should know better, the Dark Side is strong. But I’ve found this tactic effective, even with women:

      You saw the Kavanaugh thing.
      — Yes.
      Did those look like sober, reasonable, mature people to you?
      – Wellllll…
      Or did they look like a pack of shrieking, junior high mean girls?
      — Mean girls.
      Do you want to be ruled by those stupid bitches that made your life such hell in junior high?
      — No….
      Then why the hell would you vote Democrat?

  4. Frip

    Today, October 16, is national Boss’s Day. I wonder if we should make it our day.

    Question: What books make a good introduction to the Alt or Dissident Right? For either oneself or to give to an open-minded normie friend. I’m thinking of the type of book that sort of autobiographically traces the author’s own transformation. The kind of book that’ll get the rookie Righter thinking, “hmmm, I guess these guys aren’t so evil after all.” Since I’m sort of new to the Alt-RIght myself, I’m so far enjoying the following two books:

    Confessions of a Reluctant Hater – Greg Johnson

    Liberalism Unmasked – Richard Houck

    1. Severian

      I don’t know if books will do it. It’s kinda like The Matrix — no one can be told what the Matrix is; you have to experience it for yourself. My personal litmus test would be Machiavelli. Can you read The Prince and actually follow his argument, or does your brain shut down and you start screaming “but….but…but… you can’t say that!!!”

      Good topic. Anyone else have any book suggestions?

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