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Speed Week Plus: The Road Warrior

 Mad Max cannonballs through the wasteland in a world devolving back to the Iron Age.

Mad Max cannonballs through the wasteland in a world devolving back to the Iron Age.

 

You think you’ve seen road rage before? Let’s cruise on over to post-apocalyptic Australia for a high octane killing spree!

Mad Max was such a cult action-adventure hit, the film makers came back with a bigger budget for the sequel. In addition to launching a young actor named Mel Gibson into superstardom, it also inspired too many doomsday visionaries to count…including another film maker who would produce a time travel thriller a couple years later about a killer cyborg sent back from a future similar to this one, to assassinate the mother of a resistance movement’s leader. You may have heard of that flick. It’s called The Terminator.

In the roar of an engine he lost everything…

 

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In the first movie, Australia was on the verge of societal collapse. As this story begins, that collapse is a done deal. Max, once a good cop and happy family man, is now a lone drifter with no ambition beyond surviving in the New Dark Ages.

What we have here is actually a sort of post-apocalyptic western. Max is the jaded gunfighter who is numb to death and has nothing to lose.

The vermin of the wasteland (I guess I’ll call them VOTL for short) have tried to bushwhack him before, but he’s a little too much for them to handle. The prize they’re really lusting after, though, is a strange outpost of civilization in the wilderness.

A small community which still clings to the mores and values of non-barbaric society occupies an oil refinery, defending it with flamethrowers and pneumatic dart guns from the perverse savages who rape and murder any who attempt to break through the siege and run for freedom.

After defeating (then taking captive) a snake-charming gyrocopter pilot, Max encounters this situation just as two would-be escapees meet their gruesome fate.

The alpha-dog ruling over the VOTL barbarians is a buff baddie called Humongous. Don’t ask me where he finds his vitamins, energy drinks and steroids out there in the post-apocalyptic desert. And though he probably has plenty of time on his hands, where he finds a gym to work out in is also a mystery.

Humongous’ go-to lieutenant is an acrobatic Sodomite who puts his crosshairs on our hero early when he gets wounded during road combat with Max. Later he comes totally unglued when his butt-boy is killed by a razor-edged boomerang that belongs to “the Feral Kid.”

The R rating is strictly for the violence…plus some brief non-titillating nudity. I don’t believe there’s any cussing at all. But the violence is on an epic scale for 1981–dished out with a mixture of Medieval weapons, improvised munitions and fast machines. There are only two firearms in the film–one owned by the hero; one by the villain. The ammo supply for both is extremely limited.

 

Those fast machines are what makes this movie required viewing for Speed Week Plus. Not only is Max’s Falcon Interceptor back (with the Hollywood clutched blower) but there are other Australian musclecars and some vehicles that look like hybrid dune buggies or sand rails.

The Lord Humongous…the Ayatolah of RocknRollah!

One of the suicide machines has two engines. One of them has a crude nitrous system (“noss” for those of you who acquired all your automotive knowledge from watching the Fast and Furious flicks). Add to all that horsepower the added boost of camera undercranking , and the result is insane speed for the chase sequences.

The Road Warrior has its flaws, which become more obvious over time and repeated viewing, but it’s still a great action adventure movie that requires no more suspension of disbelief than most of the CGI/green screen enhanced claptrap Hollywood’s been churning out in the new Millennium.

This is perhaps my favorite post-apocalyptic movie. What’s yours?

Speed Week Plus: A Classic Gearhead Novel, Reviewed

I first read this book even before the speed bug bit me, and enjoyed it then. As I did become obsessed with horsepower, my affection and appreciation only grew.

Larry Cook is, superficially speaking, a stereotypical high school nerd–glasses, braces, and a talent for playing the piano. (But even before his epiphany, he shows signs of a rebellious, independent spirit via secret jam sessions covering jazz numbers by Fats Waller and other niche legends.)

Then one day Larry sees a photo of a street rod on the cover of a magazine, and his inner rebel blossoms. With the help of a teacher (an exceptionally cool teacher the likes of which I never had) he rebuilds an old Ford (a Model A, I think) into a decent performer. Then, after graduating high school (and losing the braces), he is hired as the dining hall pianist at a snooty resort hotel (kinda’ like the resort in Dirty Dancing).

Larry’s summer promises interesting developments when he meets the spoiled, gorgeous debutante Barbara Wells, her filthy-rich grandfather, and her would-be suitor: Roger the Rednecked Romeo.

But the story really takes off when Larry becomes friends with the local mechanic and drag racer Finnegan. Finnegan’s 392 Hemi-powered Green Ghost is the title vehicle. When Finnegan breaks his leg packing chutes for the Ghost, Larry must step in to drive in the upcoming drags, but without letting his hoity-toity employer…or any of the resort guests…catch wise to it.

The character interaction between Finnegan and just about everyone else is priceless (he’s an incurable wiseacre), and Williams generates a feeling that something important is at stake concerning Larry and Barbara, without ever getting even close to mushy.

BTW: Internet research has led me to believe that “Patrick Williams” is a pseudonym of none other than W.E.B. Griffin–the author of all those bulky military potboilers.

This was written for a YA audience, but I would recommend it for anyone of any age who likes street rods and drag racing. It was written in the ’60s and out of print now, but if you find it used somewhere, do pick it up!

Fantastic book for a teenage boy, especially one with an interest in fast cars, and a highly enjoyable book for men of any age, in fact.

Speed Week Plus is visiting another hemisphere next time. Wanna hint?

“Two dyes ago I sar a vehicle that could haul that tankah. You wanna get outa’ heh? You tawk ta me.”

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A Rock & Roll Pioneer Dies

I am interrupting Speed Week Plus because I just found out that Chuck Berry died Saturday.

Elvis is still called the king of rock & roll but aside from vocal talent, Chuck had him beat in almost every way. He was a virtuoso with the guitar, wrote clever lyrics and was quite the crazy-legged entertainer on stage for both males and females. He also was the first to cross over the color line in music. Prior to Chuck Berry, white kids would only listen to “race records” on the down low.

ChuckBerry2Ironically, this is not necessarily an interruption of Speed Week, because Chuck Berry was not only a pioneer of rock & roll, but put his love of horsepower into some famous songs that still rock the house to this day. “You Can’t Catch Me” is a musical version of a fantasy many gearheads have probably entertained while wishing they could just rip down the open road at Ludicrous Speed without worrying about going to jail or having mandatory Insurance rates shoot up into the stratosphere. “Maybelline” has been a personal inspiration in many ways. For one, I named my favorite Street Machine after that song title. There is also a subplot in Fast Cars and Rock & Roll that is based on the lyrical Adventure in his invincible V-8 Ford.

The selection below is chosen because it plays on a red pill/neomasculine view of Sexual Market Value (SMV), but in a tongue-in-cheek fashion. His humorous lyrics are catchy and the guitar solo is understated but deft.

I read his autobiography and the man definitely had his flaws. But for a few golden years there in the mid-to-late 1950s, his musical genius really shined. Rest in peace, Chuck.

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Speed Week Plus: Bullitt – a Review

I mentioned this chase scene recently in my post about Cobra. Despite swinging ’60s soundtrack and the advance of both special effects and automotive technology since this cop flick was made, this is still the best car chase I’ve ever seen. So help me, if somebody so much as mentions any of the abysmal Fast and the Furious movies in this context…well, just count yourself lucky that you’re not within slapping range.

Here’s some rumors and trivia I’ve picked up here and there about this famous scene:

  1. The old fart with glasses at the wheel of the Charger is a stunt man who did the actual driving for the shoot.
  2. Steve McQueen did some of the stunt driving as well. Those little throttle blips just before the upshift were him showing off.
  3. At first the suspension of both cars were tuned to handle quite well (especially considering the era and the skinny bias ply tires), but the director wanted them to skid around the corners more dramatically and so had them de-tuned again.
  4. That 440 Mopar was bone stock, as was the Dodge body/frame.
  5. The Mustang’s 390 was warmed over a little, and the chassis stiffened to handle those spine-kinking jumps.

BTW younger generation: This is what an actual Dodge Charger looks like. Those pregnant 4-door luxury sedans on the streets now? They are a result of some German engineers having a few kegs too many at Oktoberfest and mixing the ugliest body styles from both Daimler-Benz and Chrysler (and it should have been called a Coronet or something, though even the Coronets were never that ugly). Putting a badge on it that says “Charger” is just sick German humor.

Geez, a whole lot of Pontiacs get in the way of this epic vehicular battle.

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I’ve heard people say that the movie Ronin has a great chase scene. I just watched it again, and it’s a decent flick with some good driving scenes. The chases aren’t as good as this one, though I think I know why some people find it exciting. I just blogged about it last time.

Speed Week Plus: Ronin

Welcome to Speed Week Plus! You’re in the middle of a series of blog posts dedicated to a specific selection of action adventure, featuring blazing horsepower, shattered speed limits and melting tire rubber.

Up this time is Ronin, an action flick that is part caper and part espionage, with plot twists and double-crosses in all the right places. Robert DeNiro is a superb actor who is brilliant in the villain role but no sloucher as a hero, either, as proven in this movie. In this one he’s a former spook who, like a samurai without a master, must rent out his skills to make a living. He is hired along with some other “specialists” to pull a job that grows increasingly complex as the twists pile up.

It’s a solid action yarn that is well worth spending an afternoon watching. But it was recommended to me specifically for the chase scene.

To be honest I found the car chase rather unremarkable. Its popularity probably has a lot to do with the body count in vehicular destruction, and the now obligatory driving-into-oncoming-traffic segment.

Anyway, the car chase is above for your viewing pleasure and you can decide for yourself how good it is.

I agree with Jean Reno, BTW: De Niro should have just shot her. But then there wouldn’t be an excuse to flog these European luxury sedans through traffic for eight minutes.

This is actually an idiosyncratic selection for me. Stay tuned to watch some American iron raising hell next time.

Speed Week Plus: Vanishing Point (1971) – a Review

In this low budget counter-culture extravaganza from the Vietnam era, a former race driver Kowalski, whose current job is delivering new cars, makes a bet Friday night that he can deliver the new white Dodge Challenger from Denver to San Francisco by 3pm the next day.

That’s it–no medical situation, family emergency or secret assignment from the Impossible Mission Force. But he’s destined to become a famous (or infamous, depending on the culture of the beholder) antihero just the same.

Kowalski is plagued by flashbacks, hopped up on speed and just wants to put the hammer down in a tire-melting musclecar for the heck of it–even though the delivery’s not due until Monday.

Needless to say, local police don’t endorse his spontaneous quest for a burst of freedom and a chase ensues which lasts for the entire movie.

I don’t know if it’s intentional, but Kowalski’s driving evolves as the film goes on. At first he flogs the Challenger around like…well, like he’s on drugs, and not used to the car. But he tightens up during the chase, and there is a lot of hard driving scenes and a few stunts that make this cult favorite worth watching.

Stunt Coordinator Carey Loftin chose the Challenger R/T because of the fantastic horsepower and the toughness and handling potential of the torsion bar suspension. Though the trailer (above) calls it supercharged, and a police character in the film says, “We have reason to suspect it is supercharged,” the cars used during filming were bone-stock 440 four-speed cars, except for one 383 automatic. The only modification made was to install beefier shock absorbers in the car used for a stunt jump. Actor Barry Newman (who played Kowalski) remembered the 440 engine to be insanely powerful. Max Balchowsky, who also prepared the cars for the famous chase scene in Bullitt, tuned the stock suspensions of the Mopars in Vanishing Point.

The soundtrack is possibly a sample of the worst records produced in 1970, with the exception of Mississippi Queen by Mountain, which rocks so appropriately for a car scene that the Dukes of Hazard feature also employed it. The distorted power chords during the climactic scene fit nicely, too. Otherwise, you might as well replace the entire soundtrack with the psychadelic jams from the period.

Vanishing Point was remade as a TV movie in 1997. Though the script was a pleasant surprise, the acting and direction leave much to be desired. And the “high speed” chase scenes appear to top out at about 25 MPH. Couple that with the needless (yet obligatory) destruction of two fine automobiles and Viggo Mortensen spending 90 minutes auditioning for a toothpaste commercial, and the remake won’t be getting a write-up from me for Speed Week Plus.

Below is a scene with loads of potential…if only they’d filmed it at speed! BTW, somebody called the other car a Porsche. It is actually a Jaguar E-Type roadster. And trying to fender-bang a musclecar off the side of the road in one of these would be suicide. But Hollywood film makers consistently prove their ignorance about cars to this day, and this aspect of the scene is an example. What they got right: the Jag gains ground in the corners, and holds its own on the straights…until Kowalski bangs the Challenger into fourth gear.(Apologies, but this is the best presentation of the scene I can find, anymore.)

Finally, here’s the Charger vs. Challenger scene from the remake with Faggo Mortensen, in case you like:

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Razorfist Rants on a 1980s Action Classic

We’ve only recently discovered Razorfist AKA the Rageaholic. Not only are his epic rants impressive simply for lung capacity and linguistic aplomb, but a whole lot of his observations are savvy, too.

I can’t believe this, but there is no review of Cobra posted here or at the Two-Fisted Blog. How can this be? I was sure Hank had posted one years ago…

Well, that just means we have to do one, and soon. Stay tuned.

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My Dream Superbowl

I stopped being a sucker for bread and circuses a few years ago. My irritation with the NFL had been growing for years before that.

Free agency destroyed team loyalty among players and coaches, and even team coherency in most cases. Officiating has been inconsistent at best, and smacks of fixing at its worst. And bad calls have affected the outcome of big games in recent history. But the last straw is the league’s descent into cultural Marxist PC activism. In collusion with other SJW-controlled organizations, for instance, the Nasty Faggotized Leftists bullied Georgia’s governor into overturning the will of the people to trample religious liberty in favor of LGTB thought police.

Despite all this, I still like football. When I happen to be in a place where someone has a game on, it’s a big temptation to get engrossed. At one point, I was a football fanatic. I played it with 110% effort, both on the field and in the sandlot. And when I didn’t play, I watched. When there was no game to play or watch, I read about it. I had every Superbowl outcome memorized–all the way back to the Packers’ 35-10 shellacking of the Chiefs in ’67.

History inspires me to imagine various “what if” scenarios, and sports history is no exception. So, what’s my dream matchup for the Superbowl?

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Minnesota Vikings vs. the Buffalo Bills.

The Bills were originally from the American Football League, and won the AFL championship in ’64 and ’65, before O.J. Simpson ever lined up in their backfield.

The Vikings were the 1969 NFL champs.

Both teams are 0 & 4 in the Superbowl however.

So the ultimate argument in favor of this Dream Bowl is that one of these cursed teams would have to win that Lombardi Trophy (that is, assuming it wouldn’t end in a scoreless tie after quadruple overtime).

Both franchises have had teams that were good enough to win the Big One, yet they underachieved at the moment of truth and lost to lesser teams.

And while I’m dreaming, why not draft team rosters from history?

The dream Buffalo team isn’t hard to pick. I don’t know much about the AFL Champion Bills, so I’d go with the Marv Levy would-be dynasty with Jim Kelly and Thurmon Thomas on offense; Bruce Smith and Cornelius Bennett on defense.

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Had they won that first one in 1990, their subsequent three-in-a-row Superbowl appearances likely would have turned out much differently. Winning big games becomes a habit, and it’s still fairly rare for a team that has won that prize to lose it the next time.

And the Bills were the better team in 1990. The loss is blamed on the kicker for missing a gimme field goal, but it was really the Buffalo receivers who lost the game.  Neither Kelly nor Thomas committed a turnover all game. In fact, Kelly was laser-accurate, hitting his receivers on the numbers all day…only to have them drop the ball for drive-killing incompletions. New York, with a lackluster ball-control strategy that gave them a lopsided time-of-possession, squeaked it out by one point. That Buffalo team never got their groove back in the Big Game, despite a record four-straight appearances.

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I’m more familiar with the Vikes, and so the choice of would-be dynasty is harder to make. The old Purple People Eater lineup seems like the obvious choice. The only team to ever send the entire defensive front four to the Pro Bowl in the same season was also the first team to ever make it to the Superbowl four times. But whether with smashmouth Joe Kapp or scramblin’ Fran Tarkenton at quarterback, the offense was always lacking in something. They never had a great offensive line, a big receiving threat, and a marquis running back all at the same time. There was only so much even a spectacular defense could do.

cartermosshighfiveIt’s hard not to finger the 15 & 1 team from 1998, with a red-hot Randall Cunningham under center, explosive runner Robert Smith in the backfield, and both Chris “All He Does Is Catch Touchdowns” Carter and phenomenal rookie Randy Moss as a deep-threat tandem, while John Randle anchored a respectable defense. That record-setting season came to an end with a game that was also blamed on the kicker, which is understandable–Gary Anderson had been perfect all season, then shanked what would have been the winning kick before overtime.

But that game’s outcome should have never rested on the kicker’s leg, either. John Randle was playing hurt in the game, which allowed the Atlanta Falcons to run up a high score, and Coach Dennis Green’s idiotic play calling made it a one-two punch…in their own face. For instnce: your guys (the most powerful offense the league had ever seen) have a first-and-goal with seconds left on the clock and the game’s outcome in doubt…what play do you call? With all the weapons they had, any number of plays would have given them the margin of victory. Green chose to have Cunningham take a knee to end regulation.

As fantastic as that team was, they turned out to be a flash-in-the-pan. Their next season was lackluster and they choked even worse in subsequent playoff appearances.

My choice would probably be the strike season wild card team, with Minnesota Vikings 1980's - File PhotosWade Wilson at quarterback, Anthony Carter at Wide receiver, and D.J. Dozier in the backfield. But they were slopping over with talent on both sides of the ball. Their defense had a young Chris Doleman and Keith Millard on the line, and defensive backs like Joey Browner and Reggie Rutland shutting down opposing passing games.

That roster is hardly remembered today, because despite winning their division a couple times and sending record numbers of players to the Pro Bowl, they never quite gelled as a team, and didn’t have the heart to win the big games.

Except for that exceptional 1987 post-season, when the flu and a crucial dropped pass ended their Cinderella Story in the 4th quarter of the NFC Championship at RFK Stadium.

Who would I choose to coach them? If it had to be a Minnesota coach, I’d choose Bud Grant.

Keeping Trump Honest

Hopefully, with Trump’s underdog upset victory, his constituents will not go back to sleep assuming that all will be sunshine and puppies forever, now. The man made some promises that convinced us to vote for him, and he needs to keep them regardless of what political “experts” advise.

In most cases he would (and should) need the cooperation of Congress to make all this happen, Constitutionally. But he has a “Republican” Congress, so there are no excuses.

#1 BUILD THE WALL

Secure all our borders, immediately. Not only our future as a country, but the possibility of reelection (usually the most important consideration for a politician) depend on this.  Those who oppose this don’t support you anyway, Donald.

#2 BAN MUSLIM IMMIGRATION

Until a sane vetting process is worked out, abso-friggin-lutely don’t allow ANY more “religion of peace” practicioners into our country. The people who will pitch a fit about this hate America and hate you, anyway, Donald.

#3 END OBAMACARE

The initial consequences of this unConstitutional fiasco are just now beginning to show themselves. The worst of it was conveniently timed to commence after Hussein’s occupation of the White House ended. Shut it down right now. Don’t replace it–just repeal it, period. American medicine was the envy of the world before government began tampering in it. America was once great. How to make her great again is not that difficult to figure out. Those who will cry about this already hate you, Donald.

#4 DISMANTLE THE REGULATORY COBWEBS

If you want to bring jobs back to America, President Trump, our strangled industrial infrastructure needs to be resurrected. That means the red tape quagmire and draconian tax policies, which make the USA a hostile environment for production of any kind, need to be wiped off the board. Those who would oppose making the market free again will never, ever support you anyway, Donald.

#5 END NAFTA AND ABORT THE TPP

Don’t renegoiate it. End it, period. End all past, present, and future trade deals that hurt us. Those who oppose this would never support you anyway, Donald.

Those are just a few of the big ones. But to truly make America great again, a lot more is needed, including:

#6 SEE THAT HILLARY AND THE CRIMINAL SCUM AROUND HER ARE INVESTIGATED

And I mean a real investigation this time. Appoint a special prosecutor (or have Congress do it) who is not in the Clinton Mafia’s pocket, and who doesn’t answer to somebody in their pocket. And when criminal activity is revealed (AGAIN), don’t treat them different from anyone else found guilty of the same crimes.

Even without the satanism and child trafficking in her entourage, the woman compromised the security of the United States for personal gain.

People who want to keep the double standard were never gonna support you anyway, Donald.

MASS DEPORTATION

It’s not nearly enough to patch holes in a boat after a bunch of water has already flooded in. Our ship is sinking. We are under no obligation to people who broke our laws to get here. Kick them out now, regardless of what anecdotal sob stories the America-haters come up with. No other country puts up with this suicidal nonsense, nor should we.

And since their respective native paradises are so superior to oppressive old racist America, then we’re doing them a favor by encouraging their repatriation. They don’t have to transform us into what they escaped from, but can just live the dream right where they belong. Everybody wins.

The invaders were never going to vote for you Donald, at least back in their own country they can’t vote for the Democrats, either.

STOP FOREIGN AID TO OUR ENEMIES

For instance, we give billions to Red China as foreign aid, then borrow it back from them at interest, adding to our colossal debt. Nobody has even attempted to justify this insanity, because nobody can. The closest anyone has ever come is to say, “XXX billion dollars isn’t really that much money.”

Our public servants in all three branches of government have been putting America’s interests behind the interests of every other country we deal with. The people who will be angered by putting America first would never support you anyway, Donald.

REVOKE THE “PATRIOT” ACT AND THE NDAA 2012

The response to every crisis in the last 20 years has been to trample all over the rights of law-abiding American citizens, all in the name of security (while simultaneously allowing untold hordes of murderers and terrorists in through our wide-open borders).

Those who will oppose reversing this miscarriage of justice are no fans of yours anyway, Donald.

ALLOW OIL PRODUCTION ON PUBLIC LAND

We’ve got more than enough oil resources to be completely self-sufficient, but our domestic enemies want to keep us dependent on the oil of our foreign enemies. They’re never going to support you anyway, Donald.

CRACK DOWN ON ELECTION FRAUD

We managed to win despite it this time, but if our voter turnout had been much less, the Democrats would have stolen the election. They’re gonna keep doing this as long as it goes on unchecked and unpunished. The perpetrators need to go to prison and never be trusted in the election process again.

I know I missed some, but this is a start. And aside from mass deportation, I didn’t mention any of the really radical, super-controversial steps to restoration that should be taken.

America can’t become great again without taking these actions. How about it, President Trump?

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Tuesday 11/8/16 is America’s Last Chance

And it’s an uphill fight, all the way. Not even counting the unprecedented, massive election fraud already proven to be taking place across the USA, over half the population is either completely brainwashed by the cultural svengalis of the media-entertainment-education axis, or have already sold their souls for their entitlement check. Or both.

Hillary Clinton has always put her own interests above the interests of the people she is supposed to serve, and her rap sheet of criminal conduct is longer than any comic book supervillain’s. She has brazenly jeopardized the security of this country, and put all of us at risk from America’s enemies. She has enriched herself partially by a back-room deal that put America’s strategic resources in the arsenal of Russia. She seems hell-bent on continuing Obama’s policy of provoking a war with those same Russians, which nobody has justified according to US interests, all while making our national defense weaker. And now, despite the cover-up perpetrated by the lapdog media (including Fox), there is an avalanche of evidence that Hillary, her traitor husband, her Muslim mole assistant, and who-knows-how-many-others, are pedophiles involved in child trafficking and outright satanism.

libertyaghastAnd yet, polls suggest she has anywhere from 40-48% support of registered voters.

Are these new revelations about her monstrous corruption a last warning from God to our nation? I can’t help wondering if He is bringing these hidden, disgusting abominations to light right before the election so that we can glimpse the extent of the evil cancer strangling our country, be forced to recognize that this evil exists, and make our choice Tuesday armed with that knowledge. In other words,, the willfully ignorant will have no more excuse.

We’ve made a point, at Virtual Pulp, not to get overly racial–blaming entire gene pools for the actions of individuals who happen to share some of their DNA. But trends are glaringly obvious and, with the fate of my country and the future of my family at stake, there are some facts that need to be shared.

Why is this our very last chance to turn the country around (if it’s not too late already)? This video thoroughly illustrates one reason that requires no belief in spiritual warfare or the supernatural.

No matter how much Donald Trump’s personality may irritate you; no matter how offended you may be about vulgar remarks he made 11 years ago; no matter how many women the DNC bribes to come forward to accuse him of behavior almost as bad as Bill Clinton’s; no matter how many other scandals the elites are able to concoct, on whatever scale, to make Trump look like a scumbag; Trump is the only candidate who MIGHT honestly try to steer us away from the cliff.

That’s right: the United States of America is speeding toward a cliff. Your trust in the proven liars in mass media, and your obsession with bread and circuses, will not halt the steamroller of reality. The joke will be on you, and it won’t be funny at all from where you sit. It’s rather amazing that the house of cards hasn’t already fallen.

This isn’t a case of just suffering some “liberal” policies if this criminal scum retains is given the reins of power. It’s not just a matter of gridlock because a sitting president is under indictment (and with Hillary in the White House, you can fully expect all investigations to evaporate as investigators mysteriously change their mind or commit suicide). It’s a matter of national survival–economic devastation like we’ve never seen; possibly WWIII triggered in Syria or Ukraine; a possible civil war at home; and “ethnic cleansing” by every side in a racial battleground that extends from sea to shining sea. And, of course, more loss of personal freedoms.

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How much more are you willing to give up? There comes a point when you surrender enough of your rights that there’s nothing you can do to keep them from taking all of them, by force if necessary.

And, as explained in the video, if our suicidal open borders policy isn’t stopped RIGHT NOW, your vote will never matter again. We’ve let it get that far.

Again, it may already be too late. But if we the people don’t instigate a change of course Tuesday, it is guaranteed we will never get another chance. With all the massive, widespread election fraud, we can’t afford for one single person who loves America to miss getting to the polls.