And Then...?

Some people still think last Monday in Richmond was a success.
Others still think it was a failure.
Some few are probably nuanced enough to recognize aspects of both.

I think it was three days ago, and I'm pretty certain I no longer give a shit, or even a wet fart, for what anyone else thinks or says about it. It's history. Move on. Get over it.

What is starting to emerge, for parties on both sides (and hopefully, the good folks in Virginia) is the dawning realization that whatever it was, it wasn't enough to do anything, let alone everything, so everybody's asking "What's Next?"

For some of them, I humbly recommend the 74 posts I put together a couple of years ago, with the keywords : basic training.

Start here.Then here. Then here. Then here. And so on.
They were put up, on average, one or two or even three a day, from the end of April through early July of that year.

Someone with better google-fu on Blogger than I can probably post a link to the whole series using the keyword. However you do it, start at the beginning, and work forward from the earliest post.
UPDATE: Courtesy of G-Man:
Needful Things
Ground Rules
Course Syllabus
Basic References –
PT – Physical Training
Nutrition, Hydration, Electrolytes
First Aid – Intro and Overview
First Aid – Airway, Breathing, and CPR
Wounds – Stop The Bleeding, Protect the Wound
First Aid – Shock
First Aid – Bandaging
First Aid – Orthopedic Injuries and Splinting
First Aid – Burns
Hygiene and Rest
PT – Day Two
First Aid: Environmental Emergencies
First Aid: TCCC I : Care Under Fire
First Aid: TCCC II – Tactical Field Care
First Aid: TCCC III – Tactical Casualty Evacuation
First Aid: First Aid Kits – IFAK and Beyond
First Aid: IVs
First Aid: Medications
First Aid: Nuke-Chem-Bio
First Aid: Improvisation
First Aid: Prevention
Basic Training: Marksmanship – Preamble
Basic Training: PT
Basic Training – Rifle I
Basic Training – Pistol I
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Rifle II
Basic Training – Pistol II
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Rifle III
Basic Training – Pistol III
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Rifle IV
Basic Training – Pistol IV
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Rifle V
Basic Training – Shotgun
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Fieldcraft Intro
Basic Training – Fieldcraft: Gear and Levels
Basic Training – Gear (cont.)
Basic Training – Gear SOPs and Location Standardization
Basic Training – On The Move
Basic Training – Patrolling
Basic Training – Team Formations
Basic Training – Hand & Arm Signals
Basic Training – Danger Areas
Basic Training – Reaction To Contact/Ambush/ Break Contact
Basic Training – Camouflage, Concealment, and Cover
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Your Pace Count
Basic Training – Magnetism
Basic Training – Compass and Protractor Basics
Basic Training – Maps and Map Reading I
Basic Training – Maps and Map Reading II
Basic Training – Basic Celestial Navigation
Basic Training – GPS
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Patrol Base
Basic Training – Noise, Light, Litter Discipline
Basic Training – Sanitation
Basic Training – Challenge/Password
Basic Training – Fighting Positions
Basic Training – Range Cards
Basic Training – The Ambush
“But Aesop,…!” Basic training question
“But, But, But…” Part Deux
Basic Training – PT
Basic Training – Phonetic Alphabet

For those to whom the military, and its training regimen, are only known via Hollywood movies, they will provide a solid foundation for future study and application.

{Hint: If you're not going to do the application, spend your time instead with some hand lotion and a link to PornHub, because you'll gain more from the latter if you won't be bothered to get out of your Barcalounger. Just saying.}

For those who've got a handle on the baccalaureate degree, move up to the master's course of study, from even earlier: Military Organization For Dummies
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

The barest bones of an outline of the hardest part of anything worthwhile: making it work to accomplish your mission. 
If, however, you're well familiar with that course of instruction, and don't need the refresher, or all that militarism is just too butch for you, move along to some other ideas I've posted:

Common Sense Resistance

Read it, glean what you can use from it, and if something therein won't work, drop it, and move on with what does.

Which seems to be nearly exactly what this home-grown VA group is all about, as BoatGuy and I noted in earlier Comments, and as Concerned American front-paged at WRSA today.

{Hint: This ain't just for Virginians. Your state's on the menu too.)

And then go read other people's ideas, on any dozen blogs, and in books, but then, FFS, get together with anyone and everyone in your LOCAL area, and start making things happen. Whatever county you live in, you are the catalyst for your own modern-day Committee of Correspondence. Host it. Break bread and jaw about it. Share ideas amongst yourselves, talk with other groups, plan, organize, unite, and do something bigger, better, and more hardassed.

That doesn't mean burn everything down and start throwing bombs.
You're still not there. Yet.
Doing the things above will be a lot harder, and more effective, than any destructive spazz-gasm you could imagine.

How do you know a small group of committed individuals can change the world?
Because it's the only thing that ever has.

77 men on Lexington Green.
56 delegates in Philadelphia.
12 disciples.

There is magic in a small hard corps.
Ask Easy Company of the 506th if that formula works.

But the Lone Ranger is a fictional character.

So meet and greet. Go shooting together. Teach a class or three. Go on a hike. Make friends over the back fence, at the local hall, in a bowling league, or over at the Legion Post or Elk's Lodge. If there isn't a local group, make one from scratch.
If needs be, with just two people. Or even just one.

If you could pull 22,000 into Richmond on a cold holiday, there's no reason you can't pull 200 from every 2A sanctuary county in VA, right now. And that's just this week.

And once you get something  or anything going, go find the group the next county over, and keep in touch with them.
Lather, rinse, repeat for every contiguous county.

Boom.
You're now really a Committee Of Correspondence.
Which really f**ked up an awful big slice of King George III's tyrannical empire at one point.

The match you strike today can light a candle.
Tomorrow, it may light a torch.
And the day after that, a fuse.
Best get going on being ready for that day.

New Year. Old Solution.

Close, But No. Sorry.

h/t It Ain't Holy Water

Incorrect, sir.

Patriots ARE the sound of the shit hitting the fan.
They play the part of the fan in that illustration.
Leaving Leftards to play the other part.

QED

I had thought this was common knowledge.

Don't fear the storm.
Be the storm.

Here's A Better SOTU

h/t Daily Timewaster

A picture worth 1000 words, and impossible to rebut.

All you NeverTrumpers out there, give us a holler when you get tired of winning.

Live From Bomb Central:

Dear Leftards:

You'll know when the Right sends bombs: they'll go off.

Love and kisses,

- the basket of Deplorables
#youwontlikeuswhenwereangry

Reality check:

It's the LEFT that's been almost every bomber, for over a century.
It's one of their favorite things.

Nominal right-wing bombers in the same era, you could pretty much count on your thumbs.

Brassy Fraud: Sociopath

From American Thinker: The Three Lies Of Christine Blasey Ford:

"While these claims might appear minor in isolation, together they form a pattern recognizable and undeniable. There will no doubt be others coming, but three is all we need, according to the wisdom of Auric Goldfinger: “Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.” 

A lot of print and commentary, both online and otherwise, has argued that Blasey Ford is credible, convincing, and sympathetic. Even her opponents hold that “something must have happened” to explain her behavior.  But to believe this, we have to toss all standards of truth out the window. We have to postulate that a lie is not a lie, a liar is not a liar. We have to slip into a pure postmodern, nothing-is-certain, all-truth-is-relative mode. Without that, Blasey Ford is approximately as convincing as Julie Swetnick. 

She is not a sympathetic figure. She is not a confused, traumatized victim attempting to grapple with the fragmented memories of a past incident. The record clearly reveals that this to be nonsense. She is a malicious liar who has put herself at the service of malignant political clique for the purpose of undercutting the stated will and intentions of the people of this country. 

It is a simple fact that Kavanaugh’s accusers on the committee are proven liars – Feinstein in withholding the letter in the first place (not to mention denying how it became public), Booker concerning his good friend T-Bone, along with his “Spartacus moment”, Blumenthal concerning his heroism in Vietnam. The stunning irony here is that Judge Kavanaugh is demonstrably more honest than any of his accusers. 

This is the central truth of the Kavanaugh case. It must be hammered relentlessly, to the point where it can no longer be evaded. It must be repeated every time we’re told that “women don’t lie”. Every time someone flaunts a t-shirt reading “I Believe Her”. Every time we hear another obtuse blurt from Pelosi or Hirono. I must be repeated until it becomes the default, the meme that crowds everything else out: that the truth is not in Christine Blasey Ford, and that she is condemned by her own words. 

Case closed."

 RTWT.

We've pounded most of that, but they drive those nails well home.

Bonus: another article there links to a new site where her scrubbed yearbooks live free again.
(And if that one goes away, I grabbed the pics myself. BFYTW)

One, Two, Three, Four, I Declare A Meme War...

More thoughts after a great response to an earlier post at WRSA.

1) Thanks, CA, that was one of the best comments on the OP, and I’m glad you up-featured it.

2) mtnforge nailed this: It’s ALL agitprop.
That’s its entire reason for existence.
In the current hyper-politicized reality, agitprop is like money: there’s neither good nor bad, there’s simply agitprop that’s yours, and agitprop that’s not yours.
The goal is that everyday, “all your internetz are belong to us.”
Make the other side wish shitposting was never invented; then, hold their faces down in it awhile longer. Then tomorrow, do it again.

3) Work on quantity. The best way to learn is by doing it. Look at anyone. Learn from others’ mistakes, and steal winning TTPs from the masters.
In case no one told you, none of the renaissance master painters woke up one day and started cranking out masterpieces; they apprenticed by doing scut work for their betters for years, and learned to ape the best of the best. Then they surpassed them. The point is to make your mistakes, until you don’t make mistakes.

4) This is fun, not work. You’re kicking hippies in the mangina and cock-punching them. Smile, laugh, and let your Inner BFYTW out to play.

5) Commit to the comedy. Sometimes, something isn’t funny until you go way too far, then go farther. Bear in mind, sites like The Onion are getting their asses handed to them, because the reality of SJWs makes it harder and harder to parody them. The opposition is not only more bat-shit crazy than you imagine, they are more bat-shit crazy than you can imagine. 95% of what you think is a stretch today is something they’ll be doing with gusto on their own, next week, and unlike you, they’ll be serious.

6) Hit it and quit it. Take your shot, post it, forget about it, move on to the next one. If you nail it, you’ll find out quick enough. Your goal isn’t to make one Ferrari meme and bask in the glory, it’s to make a thousand Camry memes.

7) Pay attention to the ones that catch your (and everyone’s) eyes, because you keep seeing them. Take the same words and find a better picture. Or take a great picture, and find some better words.

8) I use Imgur, just because it was easy to jump in and get posting. use whatever works best for you.

9) Bonus: If you post a jpg or other item by linking, if someone pulls it from the internetz (because it’s sucking their bandwidth, or because they’re from a different political/social point of view) your image dies, and you get the black-x-box of death of a pic that doesn’t open. Ever.
If you save a great pic in your computer, then upload it to Imgur, it lives forever (as long as Imgur, or whoever) hosts your account. If you have a blog, the pics don’t go dark. If you want to re-use the image with different words, the original unadorned upload is always on your account page, ready for re-use.

10) Your goal is to make friends. And to make enemies. What happens, happens. But if someone agrees, you’re building momentum for your side.
And if someone’s head explodes, the time they’re getting all butthurt raw with you is time they’re not out butt-raping the republic, and pissing on something else. The people who write the most scathing comments are gold nuggets; treasure the fact that you made their ass all chapped.

11) Meatspace, meatspace, meatspace.
As the host here regularly notes.
See a great meme?
Created a great meme?
Welcome to the tech revolution: Make that thing your new color handbill.
Or postcard. Or sticker. Or bumperstriker.
Take it out for a walk.
Be Deplorable, dammit: Put it places you shouldn’t.
Print things – like Bracken’s Quiz, above, on postcard sized cards.
Mail them to the local branch of Deep State. The mail is the message.
Everybody from your mailbox to the person who gets it reads it.
(Don’t lick the stamp, use a sponge. Unless you want your DNA in a federal
database.)
Too cheap to get a stamp?
Go to local stores that sell postcards.
Put yours in the rack at eye level.
Free advertising for you.
(Who knows, someone may buy it and send it anyways: bonus mileage for you.)
Was it strictly legal for Sabo to post his creations all over L.A.? Hell no.
But who gets national notice, and free publicity that you couldn’t buy if you sold all your family’s kidneys?

12) Let your imagination run wild. Don’t just post a meme. Or even print one.
You’ve got a computer, so 3 to 1 you’ve got a pagemaker type of program.
So…print coupons for 25% off the day rate hire of an illegal alien.
Insert several dozen of them individually in a stack of the daily sale fliers at the front door of Home Depot, Lowe’s etc.
Print up coupons good for half off your next abortion, courtesy of NOW, and leave them in a rack at the local post office.
Next to that, leave an official-looking stack of “Applications For Legal Citizenship for Illegal Aliens”. Specify a P.O. Box that’ll have them end up someplace fun, like ICE, or the White House. I swear to Buddha, people will fill them out and send them in.
Got a Dumbocrat Congressweasel? Leave some fliers letting folks know that he/she/it still has some free Obama phones left over at their office; drop the fliers off at local Laundromats and such. Let Rep. Gibbsmedat’s staff deal with the problem.
Make iron-on transfers of some scathing Shrillary pic, etc. Iron them on some new white t-shirts. Take them to the local Goodwill/Salvation Army thrift store, put them on hangers, and walk away.
Somebody’s going to buy them, and wear them.
I repeat, be Deplorable.
What if you were the guy to have t-shirts made that said
“I was molested by Harvey Weinstein“, etc.
And you were selling them in Hollywood or in NYFC on the street, or at the local movie theater?
And you had your buddy snap some photos, and post it on the internet?
(Warning: you could get told by the cops to move along. You could also end up being the next mogul of screamingly funny t-shirts. Oh, and in front of a tourist stop like Grauman’s Chinese Theater, etc., you’d probably sell out of them in five minutes. And make a profit. Go for it.)
If there’s a local swap meet, rent a space, and get a hobby. For cash income too. Online may get you views. But the swap meet/flea market gets you eyeballs in person, and maybe even some $. Take a smile and a thick skin for the Usual Butthurt Suspects, and maybe meet some Like-Minded Individuals in your local area.

13) (Just a coincidence, I swear.) Go Full Deadpool:
Make fliers advertising a Muslim matchmaking service. Make the address the local kindergarten or grade school. Put them on cars at the park on the weekend.
Leave announcements that the monthly Islamic LGBTEIEIO meeting has been moved – to the roof.

The other side has spent decades dividing the world into over-sensitive warring factions.
Your job is merely to ensure that they now get to cash those IOUs in for what they deserve.