Published August 15, 2014

Friday night.

It is Friday night, and the hate is running nice and strong… accusations of scandal, requests for inquiries (with pre approved outcomes) and that is just in NZ.

It is interesting to see what is filtered and what is not. I’m reaching the point where I get almost all my news from the blogs and twitter, and all my analysis from blogs and the Spectator.

Anyway, in looking through the box of chocolate that is the internet there are some little gems worth sharing. This is from Taki’s magazine, and go read the whole thing. They need the pageviews, I don’t.

I think the worst job I ever had was being a bike messenger in Montreal in the winter. I’d have to get up at 5:30 in the morning when it was still dark out. My French girlfriend was on welfare (not uncommon for able-bodied frogs) and leaving her warm body to get on a fucking bicycle in in the snow seemed a cruel and unusual punishment. Montreal is not only colder than Moscow but it’s named after a mountain, which means you’re climbing a 45-degree hill in negative 100-degree weather. The streets get plowed as much as humanly possible but it snows nonstop there so every ride was like wrestling porridge. You made just above minimum wage in February because nobody else would do it, but in the summer, you’d be lucky to clear $100 a week. To add insult to injury, the employer was French, which meant les maudits anglais were the last on the list. There were many days in July where I wouldn’t earn a dime.

“Gaston! It’s been four hours. How can there be no calls?” we’d yell.

“I dunno what do dell you, guy. I’m sidding here grapping my balls too,” he’d reply in his tortured English. I hated that fucker but he taught me a valuable lesson: People can be fuckers.

One commentator noted that Fred wrote this before the most recent riots. When the police need armoured vehicles, they have lost and you are living in a fascist state. I stopped visiting the USA some years ago: my fear is that their memes are infecting the Canadians.

An actual breakup of America does not seem inconceivable. Maine wants out. In the Southwest, Hispanics move rapidly toward demographic and then voting majorities. These states were once part of Mexico, and Mexicans know it. If they chose to ignore the federal government? Mississippi is thirty-seven percent black. An increase of five or ten percent by birth or immigration, a tipping point, white flight, et voila, a black republic. Would Washington send troops to retake these regions? It can’t even enforce its marijuana laws in Colorado and Washington State.

Below this seething maelstrom of degeneracy lie dangerous shoals of cultural conservatism, of people who believe in two sexes and birth within wedlock and orderly society obedient to law. They are quietly very, very angry at seeing everything they stand for eaten away by the multi-culti, touchy-feely, everything-goes miasma emanating from Washington. They speak of personal responsibility, learning the multiplication tables, English as the national language, and no toleration of crime– and they know who commits it. Whether you think them simple-minded and fascist or wholesome and self-reliant defines which side of the gaping cultural divide you inhabit.

As I expected, the usual suspects are happy to take to the streets of western cities to protest against Israel and the USA, ostensibly for killing or being a party to killing people, but I have yet to see large scale demos in London, Manchester, Edinburgh and Dublin on behalf of the Yazidis and Chaldean Christians being murdered by Islamists.

I look forward to this changing but I will not be holding my breath in the meantime.

And sometimes you can juxtapose.

Meta

Creative Commons New Zealand share freely, but attribute

Creative Commons License
This work by C K Gale is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 New Zealand License.
pukeko

pukeko

Solo Dad. Calvinist. http://blog.photo.pukeko.net Photographer: manual, film and Digital. http://photo.pukeko.net.nz

Daybook Quotage