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“The City of Brass” by Rudyard Kipling,1909


“Here was a people whom after their works
thou shalt see wept over for their lost dominion:
and in this palace is the last information
respecting lords collected in the dust.” –

The Arabian Nights.

In a land that the sand overlays – the ways to her gates are untrod –
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!

When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated.
They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created –
To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow –
To declare: “We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.”
They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding –
Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice –
Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.

Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made them –
The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure, with limitless entries,
And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and marchers,
They disbanded in face of their foemen their yeomen and archers.
They replied to their well-wishers’ fears – to their enemies laughter,
Saying: “Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us hereafter.
We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.”

They said: “Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.”
They said: “Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.”
They said: “Who hath toiled, who hath striven, and gathered possession?
Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.”
They said: “Who is irked by the Law? Though we may not remove it.
If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!”
So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.

As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation.
They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
When the riotous set them at naught they said: “Praise the upheaval!
For the show and the world and the thought of Dominion is evil!”
They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defied them,
The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter forever
The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strengths which are Faith and Endeavour.
They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to derision
All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:

And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had striven,
And the heart of a beast in the place of a man’s heart was given. . . .

. . . . . . . .

When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
Out of the sea rose a sign – out of Heaven a terror.
Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew – for none troubled to hide it,
A host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trail;
But the Sward that was forged while they lied did not heed their denial.
It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
The preposterous-minded were cowed – they thought time would be given.
There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
It was decreed their own deed, and not a chance, should undo them.
The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping.
The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
The eaters of other men’s bread, the exempted from hardship,
The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship,
For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no defender,
And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender!

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Strange Daze

One of the things that is striking is just how open the new ruling regime is about their hatred of white people. Those over the age of fifty, maybe over forty, remember when such talk was used as satire. It was ridiculous to think that white people would be treated like second class citizens. Here we are though, and most people are still struggling to process it.

Actor Daniel Wu on Bay Area hate crimes against Asians: ‘We’re tired of this’ | Datebook . For Asians, Asians are not the most likely race to commit crime against themselves. For Asians, the most common perpetrator by race is Black. But math is now racist. This is all fueled by upper middle class and wealthy whites who love to dump on lower class whites and virtue signal. Educated POC have learned the grift and play along to get their diversity and inclusion degrees and it’s a big hustle. Telling the black community to take responsibility for their actions doesn’t line any of their pockets.

Did the Covid-19 virus really escape from a Wuhan lab? | Matt Ridley Controversially, right in the middle of the spike gene of SARS-CoV-2 lurks a surprise. Unlike other SARS-like coronaviruses so far described, including RaTG13 and the pangolin viruses, SARS-CoV-2 has an extra 12 digits inserted, creating a “furin cleavage site”. This is a feature found in other pathogenic coronaviruses such as Middle Eastern Respiratory Syndrome (MERS), and is known to make viruses more capable of infecting different tissues in the body. Yet, this remarkable insertion was not mentioned in either of the WIV’s first covid-19 papers despite a close analysis of the spike gene. [continue reading…]

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The Wrath of Gnon: “Traditionalist”

“Over the years I have come to realize that almost everything my grandparents told me was correct, and almost everything my teachers told me were lies.”

“The Wrath of Gnon” means, roughy, the Wrath of Nature’s God. The man behind this handle has gone from From Tumblr to Tweetstream WrathOfGnon

His first Tumblr posting from 2015:

Last year he moved from Tumblr to Twitter where he currently has about 100,000 followers. A fine “Remnant” with which to start over…

Twitter Feed of Wrath today:

Excerpts throughout from    Why Traditionalism Matters: An Interview with Wrath of Gnon | The Bridgehead

Anyone mildly interested in traditionalism—be it beautiful old architecture, the preservation of fading cultures, magnificent literature, or simply an instinctive aversion to the ugliness of modernity—has probably heard of the “Wrath of Gnon,” a mysterious Twitter user who seems to spend a lot of time unleashing beauty onto social media. He—I know he is a he because in an email exchange, he referred to a promise he made to “Mrs. Wrath” to remain anonymous—combines beautiful artwork with thought-provoking quotes, all designed to make the viewer consider his worldview: His Twitter bio simply reads “Traditionalist.” [continue reading…]

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The Eagle and the Mole

The Eagle and the Mole

Avoid the reeking herd,
Shun the polluted flock,
Live like that stoic bird,
The eagle of the rock. [continue reading…]

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“I’m gonna call my mom. She lives in California.”

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Long Read of a Monday: The Grand Illusion

[Found at TwelveRound]

THE SITUATION

The federal government is illegitimate. I can unwind that all you want, but it’s a fact. It’s a fact to such an extent that they have put up a twelve-foot-high fence around the capitol with razor wire crowning the structure. They’ve posted twenty-thousand troops near at hand in case too many of us figure it out. They are afraid of us and they should be. If I had defied the will of the people and installed a mentally deficient old man instead of the people’s choice, I’d be worried about the anger of the American people, too.

This country is coasting on an illusion. There is no federal government, or state governments at this stage, except for the original thirteen, who were not created by the Constitution. The states might maintain their borders and government to the degree that the people of that state agree to play nice. All federal laws, however, are moot. Most state laws that were required to replicate the federal laws likewise are moot, except to the extent that those state governments agree to maintain them.

This is all very simple. There was election fraud. The discussion is over. Between Mike Lindell’s documentary, released videos of illegal activity, thousands upon thousands of eye witness testimony backed up by affidavits to that effect, the 22 court cases where Trump prevailed and the Time Magazine article that admitted how it was done, at least on the public perception and media manipulation side of the ledger. The science is SETTLED on election fraud.

They don’t want you to talk about election fraud, because that is the one topic that most can agree on and it is the one that literally pulls the nation apart. Most people haven’t done the deep dive, yet. They know there was fraud and expected the government officials to live up to their oaths and do their duty, but they all abdicated. Why? Because they all know instinctively that to recognize it is to dissolve the government.

All of those sitting in congress right now know the gig is up. They remain, because if they can stay there long enough, project authority without having it, they can obtain it just the same. This is why they all talk about preserving “democracy” by taking their position. It is their justification for keeping everyone quiet about what we all saw take place. The question is: whose “democracy?” Certainly, not the people’s republic…..

READ THE WHOLE THING AT The Grand Illusion

[HT:TW Hunt]

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Into the Silence


1.
The last sound heard before the silence
Wrapped around my flesh in wisps,
Was the shriek of frozen ambulances
Carved in sharp, revolving red.
Then two holes in my skull sealed shut,
And on my tongue, I heard the tang of brass.

At first, a ringing whine rose high and faded far,
Then bells began, each dun and laced with smoke,
And merged with walls of wind on water raised,
And  bloomed high in white, white only, drifts
Of falling snow that softly falling
Blurred beneath all shapes of sound and speech.

Music’s memory remained, and moving lips
Became the only signs of sound that I could see
And all my mind stormed not with silence,
But with dark brushed deep on deeper dark
Within which all stars died, and dying threw
A single trace of song beyond all song.

It moaned and chittered, groaned, and sighed.
It grinned at me, inscrutable and blank
As shells evicted by the sea are spurned
By waves and parch above the sand,
Polished first by dust, then honed by rain,
Into white basilicas of bone.

2.
Made new, I loved large gestures.
Marked furrowed face and curl of lip.
Memorized the signing hands that stripped
My half-guessed comprehension bare,
And learned, at last, to wait upon a glance,
On small words scratched upon the slate.

As days to years enlarged their rule,
All records writ within my skull were smudged,
All songs and music drifted off to send
Pale emblems of their realms as tribute
To that stone that once had formed a throne,
Crowned now with unsensed pleasures shrugged.

All treasure spent, all gems decayed,
All metals melded into dust, all trace of walls
Where once the filigreed firebird sang,
And drums of heroes’ skins were stunned,
Were now but shadows strewn as faint
As lines of light on planets seen from space.

And then, with time, all that … erased,
And sands and seas swarmed over all,
And ruled at last alone a globe of frost,
Of ice, of snow, of sheaves of glass,
Until along that farthest strip of polished shore
One distant crystal glinted, gleamed, and chimed.

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Strange Daze

Q&A: “We are in our 50s and have no real retirement savings. What do we do now?” What do we do? How did anyone retire before? Without retirement accounts or Social Security what did people DO when they got old? They. Had. Children. CHILDREN ARE THE PARENTS’ RETIREMENT. And not one or two, but eight, ten, twelve, fourteen children. As many as God Almighty saw fit to bless them with. That’s right, Boomers and Gen X’ers, Those children that you “just simply couldn’t afford” and thus contracepted and whose existence YOU FREELY AND WILLFULLY CHOSE TO THWART… THEY were your retirement. Oopsie!!

Barnhardt Axiom #2 Reminder for the “Little Guys” If you can’t stand in front of it and defend it with long guns, it isn’t “yours”, and probably never was. “But…but…but… I have a VAULT CERTIFICATE!! I have a BROKERAGE STATEMENT!!” Aren’t you adorable

Email from Jeff Bezos to employees As Exec Chair I will stay engaged in important Amazon initiatives but also have the time and energy I need to focus on the Day 1 Fund, the Bezos Earth Fund, Blue Origin, The Washington Post, and my other passions. I’ve never had more energy, and this isn’t about retiring. I’m super passionate about the impact I think these organizations can have.

“Well, if you’re gonna reprogram human genetic material, you need a delivery system, and nothing works better than virus. It’s like a suitcase. You…you pack in genetic mutation, infect the body and the vectrons lowers into the target cells. Getting it where you want it, how you want it, is the nightmare, unless you have a map. There was this terrible accident at Fort Detrick in 1985. Five researchers dropped dead in the lab and it was…it was such a catastrophe that they brought in Dan Hillcott from Stanford to asses the damage. And he got in there and he realized that underneath it all was this incredible breakthrough in viral receptor mapping. He had a map. Now, you’ve had some very minor alterations made to different chromosomes.” ~ The Bourne Legacy (2012)

An AD commenter’s prayer from The Brave New 1984 Expansion Pack: Love Your Servitude – Aldous Huxley & George Orwell Lance de Boyle: I’m gonna be praying, and praying hard, that the L-rd gives every one of these demon bastards cancer of the asshole so huge that their guts fall out and drag behind them; that their every joint swells with gout and makes them scream in agony; that the blood flow to their face stops and they die with a bare skull and hanging shreds; that the little prick Jamie falls down the stairs, crushes his cervical vertebrae and lies helpless for 30 years under the care of a sadist; that every traitor, every commie, every coward, and every smug son of a bitch falls under a harrow and is dragged across the field and shredded; that they boil in burning pitch. Pain without end, Amen. [continue reading…]

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How to dance like nobody’s watching

Take a lesson. Learn it.

From the guitarist at the YouTube link: “I don’t often see this, but when it happens it’s always 99% kids that are doing it. Before they become jaded (age 8), they still have that spontaneous spark, that reaction to music that we all used to have. Emotion is no.1 priority and they express it without shame. If I could hire kids for my shows, legally, I would do it. Imagine being surrounded by these mini-tornadoes during every song. It’s the ONE thing that gets people to pay attention. “Awww, isn’t that cute!” the adults say, smiling at each other.”

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Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

It’s time. It’s past time.

The original from 2012: [continue reading…]

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