I have no idea where this is gonna end up, but I can tell you where it began. I wanted to see if I could find any right wing reaction to the very classy behavior displayed by NewYork’sFinest™, during the funeral of their fallen comrade Rafael Ramos. I don’t know, but seems to me if you turn your back on a speaker invited by the family during the funeral of their son, you are doing it and many other things wrong

Police officers turn their backs as New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio speaks at the funeral of New York city police officer Rafael Ramos in the Glendale section of Queens, Dec. 27, 2014, in New York.(Photo: John Minchillo, AP)

Turning your back on the mayor for reasons that seem to pass the same difficulty in understanding as a belief that De Blasio was somehow complicit in the murder, or that he somehow tarred the cops in question by shutting down a plaything of theirs (stop and frisk) as well as impugning the sterling reputation of the “force” by having “the talk” with his biracial (African American) son. As I put it yesterday “Fucking bunch of pathetic winy assed wankers. A pack of princess’ who found too many peas under their mattress’ and Rudolph’s Red Nose piss in their cheerios.

Trust theses guys for anything but pocket pool prowess, when not gang tackling minorities…No.”

That is about all the respect that hijacking a funeral to settle a family grievance deserves…

Anywhoo my search has been somewhat in vain re wingnut reaction but I do have the following tabs opened. Front page of NRO and the Corner, and a couple of tabs from the American Thinker open. We will just have to see how long the oxygen supply holds up. In fact I am beginning to think that I should have donned a Navy Mark V diving helmut for this mission, at least running out of air would not be an issue.

Scrolling down the page at the corner I came across another wingnut caricaturist, who not unlike Max Boot was born in Russia,(What is it with these modern day Randians) his name is Roman Genn and he is deep, as you can see in his headshot.

The piece that caught my attention was this excrescence:

Just look at that for a minute. Really, look. What the fuck is that? Really, What. The. Fuck. Is. That.

Upon reflection it occurs to me that it might be a self portrait. At this point it is the only thing that makes sense. The rest of his work is, well, about similarly charming.

As should surprise no one he is a master of the Zeitgeist of Trope™. Warren as an American Indian (she “claimed” some Cherokee ancestry, so fair is fair-amirite?) is funny ’cause reasons. Using the headress of upper plains Indian tribes to make sure your audience of bug-fucked morons gets the picture. Perfect. So yeah fuckhead caught my eye but we must move forward.

At the stinker I cant help but find out about this amazing rash of Negroid Mob violence (says it right there in the title.)

Now an old InternetFriend came up with one of my favorite ideas regarding our responsibilities vis-a-vis the War On Christmas when she asked in the comment section one day nearly a decade ago “…if everyone had finished setting up their War On Christmas machine gun nests” (still kills me) Anyhow we were but a rag tag group that wanted to help in anyway we could. It seems that the war would have been over much sooner if we had known that the Blacks were gonna storm the barricades. I for one would have been there to provide covering fire.

Colin Flaherty just jumps right out to the gate with what is obviously his favorite, well not obvious, really, at all, Hobby Horse; Black Mob Violence. (Our crack team of forensic experts were finally after months of intensive testing, able to determine that the mixture of sweat, sawdust, blood and semen had once been the remains of a “hobby horse”.)

Holidays are a special time for practitioners and deniers of black mob violence. The Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Labor Day and of course New Year’s are among the most popular.

One prays that something that defines what a practitioner or denier of the Dark Arts of Black Mob violence will follow, but suspect that it is assumed I should know, and I am not sure how much of this rabbit hole I wish to plumb. Plus, the sense making, seems utterly lacking in the opening.

But not Christmas. Not usually. Not until this year: Black mob violence and resentment erupted across the country during the 72 hours before, during and after Christmas. And not the “carry signs and send out a press release” kind of political violence.

Is it just me, or does none of what pretends to be a “sentence” in the previous, possess any coherence or make a lick of sense. I mean I have surfaced now so that I can remove the face mask and replace that with my wingnut decoder glasses and still get nothing but questions. Does he mean that for three days before, three days during, and three days after Christmas that there was a spike in something related to the MobOfMudderers™ and their resentful ways, and if so, we still have about fifteen hours left before this reign of terror is over.

If I am charitable, and as there are not three days of Christmas, I must be, he meant the day and a half preceding and day and a half after. I’ll keep mucking the stall in search of the Unicorn of Understanding™. This …”carry signs and send out a press release” seems in want of something resembling citation or definition as well. Lurching forward toward oblivion we go:

This year’s Yuletide racial violence was more spontaneous. More deadly. More old school. Not connected to the recent political protests over Mike Brown, Eric Garner and fill in your favorite atrocity that racist police inflicted on black people For No Reason What So Ever.

I should not be one to talk about editors, ’cause we don’t have any, but for the love of god is there not an editor at the American Thinker? Can I set up a Janus Node with parameters that will file jibberish for me so i can get a lounge chaise on the deck of the WingNutGravyBoat? Examples surely follow:

Let’s start in a small town near Houston called Texas City, where hundreds of black people decided to celebrate Christmas Night at a party promoting “Hood Night.’

Near midnight, one of the patrons found himself in the parking lot, shooting a handgun. When police arrived, he was shooting toward the crowd and ignored orders to drop the weapon.

That is when Hood Night got real: The man with the gun turned towards police and they shot him dead. At least that is what the nightclub owner told local news stations after he reviewed the footage from his security cameras.

This stuff actually seems to read like, well, something that makes sense, though I am not sure how it supports his point as in this case the story ends with dead Black dude.

Off to Chicago, the day after Christmas: The Navy Pier hosted a holiday gathering called Winter WonderFest. During the party, 100 to 200 black people fought, raged, rampaged, destroyed property and fired guns.

In almost every episode in this report, people said guns were fired, but police said they were not. Unless someone got shot.

I’ll leave that without comment so we can move on to Andrew McCarthy who seems to know who is responsible for the Murders of the cops in Brooklyn. Imma gonna take a flying leap and guess that the guy who actually shot the cops is not exactly the culpable party in this case. I really had yet to open that one, and what meets the eye first thing is a picture of Al Sharpton. Lets see where this goes.

A week ago, New York City police officers Wenjian Liu and Rafael Ramos were murdered in an act of premeditated assassination by a man who was patently inspired by — indeed, was a documented participant in — a radical movement that has brazenly called for cops to be murdered.

I swear to dog that as long as they are yakking about Nig[CLANG]gers, Wingers like McCarthy are free to make shit up out of whole cloth whilst looking over spectacles, smoking a pipe and stroking their finely coiffed Viennese beards. Especially regarding as of yet unnamed dead Nig[CLANG]gers. Entire unnamed movements brazenly…Keep fucking that chicken, Andrew…Lets see what tendentious codswallop follows.

To be sure, not every radical in the movement is down for the cop killing, no more than every Islamist thinks jihadist terror is the best route to imposing sharia. But cop killing is undeniably an aim of a not insignificant part of the movement’s hard core, and a good many more members applaud it even if they would not carry it out themselves. Cop killing is thus a foreseeable, if not inexorable, consequence of tolerating the movement as a well-intentioned display of our commitment to free speech.

Really Francis?!?!? “…undeniably…” “…not insignificant…” “”foreseeable, if not inexorable,…” I gotta ask, are you an expert in the art of Roast Weasel and sauces derived from Weasel reductions?

This morning during my personal symphony in the key of B-Minor I left a great weight in the toilet. I think It will be know hereafter as the “Unnamed Movement” or “Movement without a Name” or “Movement that should not be Named” for it was prodigious.

Thoughtful commentators, including several at National Review, have been quick to assert that responsibility for the murders lies solely with the triggerman. As a narrow proposition, and in a strictly legal sense, that is true.

And in any other universe this would be where the column started and ended, but when you are a Plutocratic Fluffer, a reverse Hookah, if you will, or verily a penii milking machine, what follows must certainly include a “however”.

I cannot agree with it, however, if it is a statement, more broadly, that no culpability should be laid at the feet of the movement and those involved in it:

Round up the usual suspects of wingnut nightmares and you will get the picture.

Last but not least we get to some work I did myself this morning, starting with a screen grab and ending with a transcript. The focus of this one is an old flame, one Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson talking war in an old History channel Documentary on Ancient Greece:

Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson

Here he talks about what warfare was like during these times with sword plunges and spear thrusts…

“You’re dodging spears from men in front, and behind. You probably couldn’t
see or hear, all you would feel would be pressure. You wouldn’t see the sword
plunge that took one of your testicles off. You would not see the spear thrust
that took your head off. You would have no idea what was going on, just the momentum that carried you ahead. All you would be aware of is that you had to push forward and keep stabbing and keep on your feet, and you would hope that everybody else would do that.”

The ability of headless mono-testicled warriors to continue the pressure was at one time the most tightly guarded military secret in the world. No wonder those crafty bastards conquered the known world. They must have been a terrifying site to behold, the din of helmets lolling about, clanking against shoulder pads and other helmets. Anyhow the head pictured above was in the midst of mouthing those words.

Victor Davis HardoniForHapliticus Pornstashitus Hanson on Grecian Democracy:

“Every Athenian knew that he had voted to fight and that this reflected the
majority vote of the citizens and that was not true of the Persian. Whatever you want to say about Democracy, it fields the most patriotic, enthusiastic and often large armies.”

And in HansonLand™ the last bit is the tiny thread that justifies the existence of Democracy. When it cries for blood it does so with a patriotic lather that makes a chairborne classicist toes curl, eyes roll back while he fills a silk stocking with milky promise.