Fear

"The skillful, clever use of fear (not to mention hate) is the defining trait of leftists throughout history. Fear is the primitive emotion the left feeds on like a junkie needs drugs. It is a trait repeatedly manifested in history by the use of intimidation or bully-boy tactics to assert raw power. It is the vividly identifiable scarlet thread of intolerance that has shown itself in one leftist movement after another on down through the centuries, regardless of nationality."

Jeffrey Lord in American Spectator.

Very interesting read.

Truth

Mychal Massie:

"I don’t hate them per definition, but I condemn them because they are the worst kind of racialists, they are elitist Leninists with contempt for traditional America."

Discover the subject here.

Assault

From Matt's Meditations:

This is a massive assault on free speech the likes of which we have rarely seen. It is plastered all over the front pages, and even in mainstream outlets such as the Los Angeles Times, the vitriolic and disgusting response to Limbaugh’s choice of words far exceeds the shock value of those words. Suddenly, the leftist media is holier than Mother Teresa as it wallows in the gutter. The dissonance is amazing.

[snip]

The hypocrisy of the Left is unmatched. It is the exact same people condemning Limbaugh who said the most vile things about Breitbart upon his death and about Sarah Palin and anyone who has threatened their hegemony over the narrative. “Bitter clingers” and “right-wing religious zealots” are their stock in trade.Blacks who vote or campaign as Republicans are called the most vile names. God forbid one disagrees with the party line. They can’t shoot dissidents, but they can do their best to destroy them.

Landlord

Sippican nails it: feral. Go see the video at his place.

The person went feral. Back into a state of nature. It's the hunter-gatherer Eden ruined by Western Civilization that we're told we need to go back to that's on display here. She was living off the land. When the land is covered with stripmalls, pizza and Diet Pepsi represents the nuts and berries. She grazed, and discarded the hulls right where she stood, just like all our neolithic ancestors might. Slept in a nest. Pooped in one spot. When finally challenged for possession of her particular midden, located by the sylvan glade of Pizza Hut and the 7-11, by a member of a more prominent tribe -- the landlords -- she went off to make a nest somewhere else.

Precrime

From Eternity Road:

Precrime is well established in the Land Of The Free. 

Nowhere has the Precrime idea been more successful than with drinking and driving. There was a time when driving while intoxicated was much like hate crimes are now, an additional charge to an actual offense, but a charge which welded guilt to the accused. Then there came a time when property damage or injury or death wasn't required, any infraction was enough to incur the additional charge, why wait until innocents are injured or killed? 

Then driving while intoxicated was the crime, discovered not through any overt act but with highway checkpoints and mandatory breath and blood tests. Next driving itself wasn't even required, merely being in your car sleeping it off in the passenger seat was enough. There isn't so much as an event, much less a crime. The principle is clear, Precrime prosecution needn't concern itself with an actual act, nor even with intent. Some may say this is overthinking it, but why wait until innocents are injured or killed by drunks sleeping in their car? 

Read the rest here.

The Hive

The amazing Mr Vanderleun, again:

By the time I left the Hive, whatever had once bound me to it had long since frayed away. The upward pace of a "career" seemed more and more like a pointless marathon, a mere job. Long days spent striving to "exceed corporate goals" came to resemble a game of pick-up-sticks played with cows. Efforts to save an enterprise that one didn't own came down to admitting that the enterprise had no intrinsic worth other than maintaining the vulgar lifestyle of an aging monomaniac who could no longer reason his way through two and two to four. It all combined into a vast cloud of wind-spun detritus that obscured the plain and simple fact that while government employees were working 24 hours a day printing more money, nobody anywhere was printing more time.

And so, at last, "Man, you gotta go."

The rest is here.

Taxes: high and low

Tennessee and South Carolina look very attractive...

Respect

Mr Porretto does it again.

I agree with him.