The Narrative by Deplora Boule – a Review

Leftists, and especially SJWs, are just begging to be mocked and ridiculed–the individuals themselves, of course, but even more so their absurd reasoning and their efforts to twist reality into a shape they are comfortable with, and that justifies their hypocrisy and tragicomic behavior. This book does just that.

A huge part of the American decline is the ignorance of roughly half of the population who (knowingly and unknowingly) enable those who are fundamentally transforming our constitutional republic into a third-world police state. That ignorance is carefully crafted by the Education Cartel, the entertainment industry, and perhaps most insiduously by the propaganda ministry of the Deep State–also known as the mainstream media. This novel-length satire puts the press squarely in the crosshairs.

The Narrative is a literary roller coaster, of sorts. The author tears a new bunghole in the Swamp Media with passages so zany that only an SJW could fail to recognize how ridiculous it is. But these are almost like a series of vignettes in an otherwise straightforward narrative (ahem) about a young woman with ambition to become a prime time media celebrity.

Despite the name, Deplora Boule has got the gift of optimism, so when all is said and done, that optimistic outlook overshadows the comedy. Lord knows we can use all the optimism we can get these days.

Sheik of Mars by Ben Wheeler – a Review

This pulpy sci-fi novel from Superversive Press is the kind of  old-fashioned adventure I’ve been missing for a long time.

The protagonist is a lovestruck romantic whose soon-to-be bride is snatched off his pedestal just before they are to be married. That triggers the main plot and we are off to the races.

I’m tempted to call this space opera, but I’m not sure if the requirements of that genre include intergalactic travel and space battles. This story takes place on a colonized Mars. In any case, it reminded me of the sci-fi pulp treasures of yesteryear (featuring characters the likes of Flash Gordon, Buck Rogers, and even John Carter) hidden in the yellowed pages of threadbare paperbacks from a world where authors weren’t obligated to walk on PC eggshells.

All that is not to say this is purely escapist fare, either. Mars has both Christian and Muslim enclaves, you see, making the backdrop far more relevant to our life and times than John Carter’s ever was.

This is rollicking fun adventure. Kudos to the author and Superversive for making this available to readers.

Christmas Book Bomb

Got a few days off in December? Christmas isn’t what it used to be. The commie thought police are banning the Clay-Mation Rudolph classic, you can’t listen to “Baby it’s Cold Outside,” and A Christmas Story will probably come under fire next because (BB) GUN VIOLENCE! Your entertainment choices are limited to:

1) watching millionaires who get played to play football protest being victimized by this oppressive, racist country;
2) watching some “woke” holiday comedy that will probably feature a buffoonish Santa too incompetent to put the toys in his sack were it not for the strong, wise, independent (yet underappreciated) Mrs. Clause and her comedy relief BFF (a homosexual elf);
3) sink into a coma trying to digest all the GMO-laden holiday food…
OR…
4) read a good book. Here is this year’s CLFA (Conservative-Libertarian Fiction Alliance) holiday book sale.
UPDATE: Marina Fontaine (author of Chasing Freedom) just informed me: “GIFTBOOK18 code gets you $5 off $20 paperback purchase on Amazon.”

Ali-Shavers (A Glimpse Into Boxing History)

To this day, the fanatic fan-boyism for Muhammed Ali is as myopic as ever. The Narrative on Ali is always him overcoming adversity and bigotry to beat the odds and show the world he was “The Greatest.”

While one has to admire his footwork, his lateral movement, his masterful head games, and his ability to absorb punishment to the body, you must use selective metrics to determine he was ‘the greatest”…or even the greatest heavyweight. What he conclusively proved is that, at least in his younger days, he could move faster backwards than his opponents could move forward.

Nobody before Gaseous Cassius had so brazenly flaunted such raw egotism. Humility was still a virtue before Cassius Clay’s ascendance. Now all athletes (and most people in general) are arrogant, trash-talking legends in their own minds. Clay/Ali was the trailblazer for grandiose, egomaniacal personalities in sports.

In this bout, Ali probably thought he could use the rope-a-dope strategy as he did in Zaire, and cause Shavers to punch himself out. There turned out to be two problems with that plan: the ropes weren’t nearly as loose as they were in Zaire; and Shavers had learned from that particular George Foreman blunder. Although Shavers had a small gas tank (like a lot of power punchers), he showed remarkable discipline in pacing himself, for the most part.

Arguably, Shavers was far too cautious. He ignored multiple opportunities after stunning Ali with hard shots, and had him hurt more than once, but failed to follow up effectively. Unbelievably, Ali even backed into the corner on several occasions. This would have been a suicidal tactic against a fine-tuned Mike Tyson, or The Rock at any time. (Marciano would pound on whatever part of an opponent’s body could be reached. If the best target he had was the arms, he would bang them until they couldn’t be lifted for protection any longer.) But Shavers only made token efforts at punching in these circumstances. Every such opportunity ended by Ali clinching, or Shavers simply backing away to let him off the hook.

A fight historian can probably count on one hand the number of times the elusive Ali was ever hit flush. Three of those times, he went down. Shavers never caught him flush, but even glancing blows from Shavers nearly took Ali’s head off. Starting  in the fifth round (and intermittent thereafter), Ali jumped on his “bicycle” to evade Shavers, offering an occasional feather-fisted counterattack.

As in too many fights throughout history, only a knockout could have overcome the favorite’s “home cooking” in this bout. As was typical in Ali’s reign, the referee allowed him to hold and hit for all 15 rounds, with only one warning. Because he could get away with it as usual, Ali clutched the back of Shavers’ head with one glove any time Shavers got inside. Shavers was the aggressor from bell to bell, landing the most effective punches consistently, unfazed by Ali’s occasional attempts at offense right up until an adrenaline-fueled flurry in the last seconds of the fight. No fair, impartial judge would have awarded the champion more than five rounds…but the judges were, like the referee, effectively part of Team Ali. All of them scored the fight an astonishing nine rounds to six in favor of the guy who got battered around the ring like Michael Avenatti’s girlfriend.

Shavers fought less than a perfect fight, to be sure. And maybe his excessive caution was partially warranted–he seemed to be out of gas by the end of Round 15 (possibly because, despite his caution, he still tended to load up and swing wild Western Union punches when he got excited). He was hardly the first to be exhausted from chasing the Louisville Lip around all night. Considering the officiating and scoring he was up against, his only path to victory was a knockout. He had Ali in deeper trouble, far more frequently, than Foreman ever did. It would have been fascinating to find out what might have happened, had Shavers not squandered so many opportunities.

Your Vote Means Nothing

Republicans are allowed to vote up until the polls close. Democrats are allowed to keep dumping magically-appearing ballots into an election until it goes their way.

Election fraud is nothing new for Democrats, but it’s more blatant than ever, now. Blatant enough for anyone in power supposedly on “our side” to finally put a stop to it? We’ll find out, I guess. If something decisive insn’t done PDQ, the traitors in government will be able to lock down their power permanently and we will never again have a chance to turn our country around at the ballot box.

Elections in Arizona,  New Mexico, and other places have already been stolen. Some RINOs in Florida apparently discovered their own backbones and are contesting the fraud…but predictably, the Swamp Courts are clamping down to ensure justice has no chance.

When Americans try to limit voting to living American citizens, that’s “voter suppression.” But actual suppression takes place exclusively on one side, while truckloads of suspicious ballots magically appear days after the polls legally close, which exclusively benefits the other side.

The newly appointed Democrat, Adrian Fontes, found himself facing a lot of backlash from voters after he refused to reveal the results of a taxpayer-funded audit that would reveal the results of why there were so many election day issues in the primary election.

Even when Democrats aren’t turning Republican voters away at the polls, “accidentally” sitting on pallets of military absentee ballots, or destroying ballots outright, they are suppressing  legal votes by canceling them out with illegal and fraudulent ballots.

 Of course, the answer is simple: this is part of a systematic coup where an American election is literally being stolen district by district, state by state, right before our very eyes. What is at stake is the integrity of elections, the faith of our people in the “democratic” process, and the survival of our American Republic.

When our domestic enemies steal our elections and are allowed to get away with it, does your vote actually count anymore? Do we even have a modicum of a representative government? Do you suppose there’s anything you can do to slow down, much less stop, the destruction of what’s left of our country?

Oh, I know: you can use your freedom of speech to spread awareness on social media, right?

Christianity Vs. Churchianity: Suppressing the Masculine

One of Vox Day’s readers relates some of his experiences in the Feminized Church:

 …I remember my mother stressing that Jesus was a superior man for not defending himself and being a victim. Combine that with a weak father with strong gamma traits and you won’t be surprised that I developed the typical passive-aggressiveness of a gamma. Just to name another example: I remember attending a bible lecture as a child where the (male) member of the church community who served there as a teacher told us that women were somehow stronger than men. I don’t remember the context, I only remember my astonishment (“don’t have men naturally more strength than women?”) but somehow accepting his statement in the end.

Does that resonate with your experience?

You’re not alone if one of the reasons you don’t care for the whole church scene is because the alleged men there all strike you as effeminate wimps. Moreover, in the average church, training males to be that way is a stealth priority.

Here’s some boilerplate messages used around the western world, requiring only some humor, pop culture references, and religious language to flesh it out and dispense it from the Churchian Pulpit.

MOTHERS DAY:

Women are heroic and strong–especially single mothers. They are also morally pure and more in tune with the Holy Spirit than men are. That’s why husbands should submit to their wives. When the Bible seems to say it should be the other way around…well, you have to understand (gaslight) it doesn’t really mean what it actually says because (feminist ideals disguised as theology), (pseudo-intellectual word salad), (male-shaming anecdotes), and (muh self-sacrificing mother and muh feelz).

FATHERS DAY:

Men suck.

You don’t do enough as fathers and husbands. You don’t do enough for the church. Since you are not morally pure like women, you are living in sin–whereas women’s only sin is not thinking highly enough of themselves. Men need to understand that they are always at fault for marital problems because (anecdotes). Since women are spiritually superior, men should submit to them in all things, as to the Lord. Watch Fireproof, War Room, and other Churchian movies made in the last 20 years, and follow the same pattern of male repentance. Remember: men engage in serious sin like embezzling and porn addictions, and require female leadership to overcome. In fact, lack of submission to a woman’s superior morals and spirituality is probably what led to your sin spiral in the first place.

EVERY OTHER DAY:

Married men, you’re all a bunch of losers. Just listen to these anecdotes (tales of abuse, cheating, etc.) The wife is the important person in the relationship–act like it.  If she is unfaithful, it’s justified because you failed her somehow. You don’t understand what leadership really is (not that men should be leaders, anyway). Being the king and priest of your household means giving women whatever they want at all times. And perhaps, if you live every second of your entire life exactly the way your wife wants you to, maybe she’ll feel up to rewarding you with a token gesture of respect, some sex, or even just a few minutes of civility. But don’t you dare demand any of those things–only she is allowed to make demands.

Unmarried men, you’re not married already because you’re unworthy. To become worthy, abandon your unfair desires that a woman needs to add value to your life for you to make her a permanent part of your life. You are the only one required to bring anything to the table in a relationship. She can say or do or be anything she wants to, with God’s blessing, got it? As soon as you encounter a woman who wants to use you like an ATM machine, kick you while you’re down after a hard day of work  every night, and otherwise suck the life out of you, it is your obligation to step up, man up, and commit yourself to a lifetime with no escape from her (unless she decides to divorce-rape you…which will be your fault). Maybe, if you’re really fortunate, one day soon you’ll be like one of these henpecked husbands in the congregation who I berate on Sundays for their toxic masculinity. Now hurry up and get married as soon as possible!

You can read the whole blog post at Vox Populi.

Cui Bono?

That’s a Latin phrase which means: “Who benefits?”

Since the days when people spoke Latin, it was an important question to ask when, say, citizens of the Empire were pushed a little too hard by the Romans to swallow the latest version of The Narrative. It’s still an important question, and one you should be asking.

The latest atrocity I’m aware of  (as of this writing) was the shooting at a synagogue in Pennsylvania, but it won’t surprise me if there’s already been another spectacular incident somewhere. There might be one every single day until Election Day, or until one finally impacts the pending election significantly for those who benefit.

Looking back to the Anita Hill/Clarence Thomas media circus and the subsequent “Year of the Woman” which propelled Bill Clinton into the White House, it’s probable certain interests hoped to get a “two-fer” by keeping a Constitutionalist off the Supreme Court (destroying his life in the process) while energizing the pussy-hat crowd into a Blue Wave in November, all with the same media blitz. But this time, amazingly, after they surrounded their victim and attacked him from all sides, he stood his ground and called BS on them. Neither all the King’s talkshows nor all his network news puppets could put Christine-Dumpty’s “credible” narrative back together again.

With November Six drawing closer and no Blue Wave in sight (unless you place stock in Swamp Polls and factor in massive voter fraud), the America-haters who need to remove that meddling President Trump, protect themselves from exposure and prosecution, and put our country back on the fast track to oblivion, became increasingly desperate. No “Year of the Woman” for 2018 and, to their apoplectic fury, the Supreme Court is seemingly one seat closer to being what it is supposed to be.

SOOOO-OOOOO…

Crude mock-ups of Hollywood-style time bombs were next delivered to mailboxes at addresses connected to some big-name leftists, and the Swamp Media went crazy trying to pin it on Trump’s followers. Lo and behold, they found a guy–an avowed leftist who, with convenient timing, had a sudden and miraculous conversion to the Cult of MAGA, covered his van with right-wing decals and paraded around his deep blue stomping grounds creating as big a footprint as possible. (Reminiscent of how Lee Harvey Oswald made a spectacle of himself as an anti-Kennedy zealot in the months before the JFK assassination.) Technology improves, but the playbook sticks to the same fundamentals.

But back to the question: who benefits? Or, more importantly, who was intended to benefit? A bunch of high-profile America-haters were “threatened,” but none of them were ever in danger from these “devices” that were not wired to explode. It’s not difficult to figure out what kind of reaction from the electorate the Swamp Media was hoping for, if you heard even just a fraction of their mouth-frothing coverage.

That media circus didn’t have the desired effect. Maybe actual casualties were needed. Nobody of importance to the Deep State, of course–but somebody whose demographic profile would play into the Trump-Supporters-Are-Nazis Narrative, who would be more valuable as martyrs than alive.

And so, a fake right goon (probably on prescription psychotropic drugs, if the pattern holds, and possibly with a CIA handler referred to as his “therapist”) shoots up a Synagogue, killing several people. He’s an anti-Trump national socialist, but do you suppose that kept the Swamp Media from attempting to blame the atrocity on Trump and right-wingers (who are NOT socialists)? Don’t be silly.

If this one doesn’t work, what’s next? Another school shooting? The very smelly shooting in Broward County, Florida did manage to move the needle a bit, causing Trump to entertain speculation on trips to Wishy-Washy Land and betraying his base, who had nothing to do with the shooting. Not only that, but there is documented proof of at least one terrorist camp in the USA where children have been trained to perpetrate made-to-order high-profile school shootings (few dare call them false flags). And while Paul Manafort was locked in solitary confinement without trial for improperly filling out bank forms 10 years ago, a “woke” judge let the terrorists walk on a signature bond. No perversion of justice to see here, folks. Just move along.

Maybe a run-of-the-mill school shooting won’t be enough. It might have to be an ANFO bomb murdering a bus load of black children. Oh, they’ve already taken care of that improvised munition? How about a firearm with 3D-printed parts, used to gun down some Asian valedictorians at a national awards ceremony? Hmm…why not a brutal attack on one of the “refugee” convoys being delivered to our border?

Have the manufacturers of public opinion spent their load, or do they still have an atrocity or two up their sleeve? We still have a few days to see just how imaginative they can be.

Another Left-Wing Coward Humiliated on Video

…Attempting to sucker-punch a guy who had temporarily turned his head.

Fortunately, the intended victim was not alone, and saved from the cold-cock by a comrade who flicked it aside.

Shamelessly, the chickenshit soy-boy probably went to find a more unsuspecting victim. Maybe a 70-year old woman, a WWII veteran in a wheelchair, or a blind Kindergartener. Maybe he borrowed a bike lock from his professor for next bout of peaceful activism.

This is quite illustrative of the political situation in the USA right now. Tyrannical cowards like the Antifa posterboy in this clip are desperate to take power, encouraged by their svengalis in the Swamp Media and pretty much every Democrat with a microphone. They have rigged voting machines and armies of illegal voters primed to help them acquire that power. If we don’t turn out in record numbers on November 6th, you will find out that giving these people more power doesn’t magically grant them integrity.

 

Web of Doom – All-New Len Levinson Novel

WEB OF DOOM, Len Levinson’s first all-new novel since 1997, has just been published by Rough Edges Press, it was announced today by Scarlett Johansson, president of the Len Levinson Fan Club, on the veranda of her Beverly Hills palace.

In attendance were eminent literary critics, celebrity journalists representing major and minor outlets, distinguished porn stars, and delegates from the National Book Awards and Nobel Prize for Literature.

According to a press release distributed by members of the Len Levinson Fan Club, WEB OF DOOM is a hard-boiled crime melodrama set in New York City during the 1990s, about a tough ex-NYPD cop accused of the brutal murder of a beautiful socialite in a Times Square hotel. He’d never even met the victim but circumstantial evidence points directly to him, and he must solve the crime or do the time (lethal injection is not out of the question). Needless to say, he is highly motivated to identify the perp, and not averse to busting a few heads of those impeding his investigation.

During Ms. Johansson’s exciting announcement, protestors gathered on the street outside her palace and chanted anti-Len Levinson slogans. Many represented the anti-gun lobby who expressed dismay about gun violence depicted in the novel. They were joined by numerous anti-sex activists enraged by several steamy romantic scenes which the activists considered far beneath standards established by decent snobs everywhere. Also protesting was a small but extremely noisy contingent of pacifists opposed to the novel’s random brawling and one stabbing described in lurid detail.

Len now is author of 84 published novels. He has been acclaimed a “Trash Genius” by THE PAPERBACK FANATIC magazine, was subject of an extensive interview in PAPERBACK PARADE magazine, has been described as “the gold standard” and “the king” of pulp fiction on various Facebook posts, and was introduced as “a legend” at a panel during the 2017 Windy City Pulp and Paper Convention.

WEB OF DOOM is available as an ebook for only $2.99 and trade paperback for only $12.99 on Amazon.

“This is a major international literary event,” declared Ms. Johansson. “Len Levinson obviously is the future of quality literature on this planet and possibly even our solar system in general. I urge everyone everywhere to purchase his novel, so that Len can afford the mansion next door and be close to me always, for he is my mentor, my inspiration, and yes, my very reason for living.”

It is rumored but not yet confirmed that a film version of WEB OF DOOM starring Len and Scarlett is in development at MGM.

Avalon #2 – a Review

In Issue #1, Chuck Dixon introduced us to the city of Avalon, via two of the heroes working to keep it safe: Fazer and King Ace.

The moral dillema introduced in the first issue was not spread out…as I first suspected it would be…a la Iron Man’s battle with alcoholism back in the day. It was wrapped up pretty quick.

I think I might know where this is going: Fazer is going to become a supervillain with a grudge against King Ace. He knows King Ace’s identity, as well as his weaknesses…could prove to be a formidable adversary.

I can’t completely blame Fazer for holding a grudge, either. Having him thrown in the can for not donating the ill-gotten drug money to some random charity was excessively Boy Scout IMO. In any event, Chuck Dixon has effortlessly sucked me into the Avalon he is building. And there’s a good chance he may prove my theory wrong, too.

I didn’t like a lot of the art–not ready for Prime Time. But the story makes up for it, and there’s a general trend of improvement across the Arkhaven titles, so I’m sure the art will improve with it.

Meanwhile, Arkhaven is working on their first of a five-part series based on the Q phenomenon. Fun times…in some respects.

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