Tucker Carlson Dismantles Pro-War Stooge

Hilary Pushes For More War In Syria

Kill this woman!

The Question, which the French, and the Finns, and (at various times in their history) the Japanese, and (just now in their socio-economic development) the people of Iceland--and even the English before the barbaric "Dissolution" of their Monasteries--are/were all asking themselves is: ¿How little honest, necessary work, and, conversely, ¿How much public fun and frolic, and exquisite aristocratic leisure, can they (the societies and governances of the world) get away with?

It is well that the French--so appreciatively mindful of their extraordinarily well-behaved children, such faithful guardians of ancient terroirs and assiduous force-feeders of ducks and geese, instinct with the vibrant, undiminshed Latinity of three millennia--should lead the way in this most profound and significant of Humanist endeavors to find the value and the meaning of their own existence in its cultivated enjoyment.

One of the criteria of such possible earthly contentment is what people who were alive at the time said about it.  Another criterion is the variety of their diet. And yet another criterion can be derived carefully by reckoning the number of tools-down, official, religious holidays there were per year, and figuring from that how much time was left for the working classes in a year actually to be working.  In the first category, generally speaking, before the Americans introduced universal literacy, we have only the testimony of aristocrats, such as Talleyrand, Brillat-Savarin and Thomas Jefferson, who alone were literate and could tell us that, at least for the privileged few, life under the old order was indeed sweet--and deliciously lazy. An example of which, not mentioned by Talleyrand, but which I happen to know about, was one of Marie Antoinette's more inspired queenly arbitrary interventions in the order of things (such as she usually catches hell for) when, in one of the last winters of the Old Regime, she delayed for six weeks the return of a whole class of military cadets to their academy, in order that they might continue to supply dancing-partners for the ladies of the French court at the temporary wooden dance-pavilion which had been erected for the season in the Cour d'Honneur.  God bless her for that, I say.

Now I think we can all agree that, in terms of Quality of Life, which is something more, and better, than mere Happiness, although, in all honesty, perhaps it's not really different from simple Free Leisure Time to do whatever the hell we want, France--with its wines and cheeses and pâtés de foie gras, and its 36-hour work week, and its six weeks' vacation time per year for every damned French citizen--

is as close as we're going to get to a definable and realizable perfect and heavenly state in this sublunary world. And yet, as indicated by the recent "yellow vest" riots (approved, 'tis said, by a solid 70 per cent majority of French citizens; and, on several key points, much though however acceded to by that corporate pute of a Président, Macron),  the French people are not pleased with the way their banks and financial institutions and mega-corporations are nibbling at their savings and wages.  Allons, Enfants de la Patrie, what we need is tighter controls on what and how much our government can ask of us, and a more specific definition of what the public state's rights to our private funds are: I propose, for a provisional basis of taxation that we return to the douze royal, or a twelfth part of the net profits of all business transactions. Or a larger percentage, if that were insufficient, up to as much as a fifth part, with supplementary government loans (in the British fashion) if necessary, until all the costs of government, services and programs had been met, but with higher rates never for more than three or four years at a stretch, and with automatic reductions as, with careful management they should be, the costs of government be reduced; such that never, over a twelve year period, more than a twelfth part of all net profits be paid into taxes.  And thus might we keep our universal health care, and our fabulous educational system, and find ways even further to shorten our work-week, and to prolong unto absurdity our precious vacation holiday-time.

Now of course the reason that there are, proportionally, so many more Negroes in jail for violent crimes than other races is that they are at least as many times as that more violent than other races;

but are they really so many times more likely to smoke marijuana? Really? How could they be?

Not to put too fine a point on it, but Peter Vlaming is well within his First Amendment rights in referring to a "trans-boy" in the objective case as "her," even though he'd already agreed to call her by a masculine first name,

Because he's already known her for a couple of years as a girl, and because when he looks at her he still sees  her as a girl. And that's all that matters. It does not matter that his Catholic education has taught him that it would be a sin for him to deny the evidence of his senses. All that matters is that he might not wish to do so

Because, you see, there is no such thing as transgender. At all. Really. 

Yemen: 85,000. Dead. Kids.

You Trannies and your goddamned Pronouns

Sorry, Toots, you can't make me responsible for your "dysphoria."  Gendering isn't something  that's easy to do in English.  And it's really bad manners on your part to go around instructing other people in what you want them to call you.  If I "misgender" you, indulge me—Pretend you didn't hear me.  I'll pretend you don't exist. Which is easy for me because I don't think, really, that you do exist. The difference between you and a drag queen is that when I call one of those glamorous creatures "Ma'am" or "Mademoiselle," he knows I'm kidding.

At least 30 civilians, 16 of them children, murdered by U.S. air strikes in Afghanistan last week.

16 other persons, "identified" as Taliban, were also slain, bringing the total to 46. Fuck us very much.