Flick Pick: Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare

 

I skipped this one at the theater, because I assumed someone had found the Giles Milton book of the same name (which title we have appropriated for similar lessons on this blog).

Which is fascinating non-fiction reading, based on Churchill's private wartime files, only declassified a few years ago. I skipped the movie named after it because I was afraid someone had Ingloriously Bastardized some cracking good WW2 exploits of the SOE and SAS, and gone all Hollywoketarded on it.

Nope.

In fact, author Damien Lewis wrote his own book with the same title as Milton's.

And Lewis was on board as one of the co-executive producers of the flick.

The Milton book (which you absolutely ought to read) is a literal almanac of Who Was Who among the British throat-slitters in WW2. Which would take 27 movies to cover. We haven't read Lewis' version, but after seeing the movie, we want a copy as soon as we can get one.

This flick, OTOH, is only about one such operation: Operation Postmaster, which was an illegal, unauthorized, and unsanctioned mission nonetheless ordered by Churchill to destroy the Italian freighter and tugboats resupplying the Nazi U-boat menace that was strangling Britain at the beginning of the war.

Yes, it's been fiddled with a tad for cinematic purposes. But it is, indeed, "based on a true story". If you've seen Euan Lloyd's The Sea Wolves, you'll have a taste for this kind of movie. (If you haven't seen that one, that makes two flicks you need to put in your to-watch queue.)

Forget that part. It's a rollicking fun-as-hell action flick even if it was sheer fantasy. To prove the point, (Spoiler Alert) the real-life versions of the cast members are shown at the end of the flick, to illustrate the sort of insane derring-do they pulled off from 1940-1945.

Apparently, for the pic, they found an empty harbor in Turkey which they could build as the double for the real location, and then blow to hell to make the film. They nailed both parts.

This was in theaters only in April, and again, because it doesn't suck up much to Hollyweird's DEI and woketarded shibboleths, it slipped in and out of theaters without so much as a ripple. Underpromoting it for those reasons, it cost $60M (probably double that), while bringing in only $26M in release(which the studio only gets half of), so financially, it was a theatrical flop, losing about $100M.

Their loss is your gain. I found it at Big Box store, which means it's streaming and Netflixing and all that other jazz, for a song.

Our rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ This movie kicks ass.

We only hope this things gains new life in home release, allowing director Guy Ritchie and Producer Jerry Bruckheimer to team up to make the next five or ten installments of this story.

Part The Third: Divide Et Vince

We've made some wee suggestions about things you can do for the current, or any, Leftardian shenanigans that "spontaneously" spring into being, from now to eternity.

And we hope, nay expect, people with a wicked sense of humor, and the good sense to STFU, will go and do those things, and many more that we haven't even thought of.

1) Because it's a moral imperative, and

2) Because it's both fun, and funny as hell.

But before anyone trots out to do unto the most deserving Useful Idiots, a small caveat.

Counter-revolutionary activity (and that's precisely what we're talking about, in both Marxist-Leninist terms, and actual fact) may be expected by the Leftardian minions (who are always crazy, but not always bag-of-hammers stupid), and always leaves a wake like old steam torpedoes, letting said Useful Idiots shoot a back azimuth to you. Or at least, to your side, and any convenient like-minded individuals. Bad juju.

TPTB, whether outright sponsoring the current struggle sessions, or just happy to see them happen for a host of reasons, all bad, will think pretty much exactly the same way.

This will lead to all sorts of hate and discontent coming back at you and your like-minded colleagues, perhaps in manyfold doses over the original.

But you're playing chess at the grand master level, remember?

You saw this move coming before you started out. And probably another five to ten other moves. (Srsly, if you haven't thought of this step, sit down, posit Move A, and then work out the next five to ten things that will cause to happen. Figure out where the heat will land, and work out how to Be Somewhere Else.)

That may mean being physically somewhere else, but that probably isn't going to cut it.

You need, not to move yourself, but to move the "X" ring off of yourself.

By putting the crosshairs on a better patsy to take the rap, and the wrath.

Small case in point, to illustrate the bigger picture:

Back in the day, there was a certain amount of sass being tossed back and forth between some young ladies, and some young gentlemen.

The gentlemen in question decided the solution to this, was to send out invitations to about 50 people announcing a surprise birthday party for one of the ladies in question. With instructions to tell neither of the two (who were roommates.)

They tagged along, showed up with everyone else, and the surprise party was a total surprise. Not least of which, because it was neither girl's birthday, and they suddenly found themselves hosting an impromptu party, to which people had brought food and presents.

Within a few days, no one could prove, but everyone "knew", who had ginned up the whole affair. 1 point for cleverness. But what moved this game into a higher element was when, a couple of weeks later, a Chili and Chocolate Cake Party was announced at the two guys' apartment. Once again, droves of folks showed up, and the two guys acted totally shocked, as if they had been paid back, and naturally, everyone "knew" they had been paid back by the two ladies who started things.

Everybody, except the two gentlemen, because they had organized both parties.

This came out months later, under vows of secrecy, to a couple of other people. One of whom might have been me. They got two parties to happen, which cost them nothing. They made it look like the ladies were the culprits in retaliation. And chili and chocolate cake were their favorite foods. Pure coincidence, of course.

So they got fed twice, with leftovers for a week the second time, and made it look like someone else's deed. Genius.

And the ladies who got blamed couldn't have paid people to believe they were innocent of the reprisal "surprise". Nobody was buying that story.

That, dear friends, is "dekeing", i.e. decoying the blame onto a convenient patsy.

In this case, no harm, no foul, but a lifelong lesson.

So, wait, how does this relate to campus Leftards?

Thanks for asking.

You have Useful Idiots, who are literally Roused Rabble, in service of outside agitators' agenda. They are quite literally a rent-a-mob, and they bring their own outrage.

So how to take the heat off yourself and like-minded folks, and shift it where it will do the most harm?

Like Caesar with Gaul, and like the pizza in the post header pic, you Divide And Conquer.

This is already happening. You're now going to grease the skids, and put a JATO bottle behind it.

It's a pro-Hamas/anti-Israel rally?

Wunderbar!

Leave calling cards. 

Calling what?

Little items that make it look like somebody's being pissed on, and pissed off, by the rally, from the Leftard side of the zoo.

Gin up some anti-Jewish rhetoric. Flyers, posts, memes, manifestos. You're Pro-Hamas, so you don't just hate the Jooooos! in Israel, or the ones invading Gaza, you hate all of them.

See how that goes over at the local temple on shabbat. Baby, meet bathwater. Feel free to pile on with swastikas. Let's get the Stormfront crowd tarred for things too.

Then, when some of your actual shenanigans start happening, make it look like Jooooooos! were behind it.

Then, put on your LGBTQWERTYEIEIO hat, and get all butthurt, because the pro-Hamas people are talking (in your voice, somehow) about making sure than the next meeting of the Muslims Students Association and the LGBTQWERTEIEIO Alliance takes place on the roof of the campus admin building. Two groups enter, one group leaves.

Let the LGBTQWERTYEIEIO folks now get all butthurt at the pro-Muslim folks for gay-phobic intolerance.

Hey, waitaminute?? How come you Cracker Kids are having a rally for brown people over there, and ignoring all the Black Lives That Matter getting capped right here?!?

Take out your BLM sock puppet, and question why all those white kids are more worked up about Achmed over there than they are about Tyrone and Laqueesha right up the street. And how come they're all playing kissy-huggy-touchy-feely with the cops that been shootin' Cuzzin Dindu while his hands wuz raised?!? Clearly, it's just one more case of the Man Keeping Us Down. Represent, homie!

Then send out counter-communiques telling Cleetus and Wambeesha to shut their uppity mouths and support the cause.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Do it again for Wammin's Feminazi groups, and ask why "we" are rallying for our misogynist Sharia oppressors, sisters??

Have the Hamascidal idiots tell them to calm down and STFU too. Because that works so well on angry women.

Have the atheists get into the bitch-fest, and rail against any theocracy.

Bitch-slap them on behalf of the Philistinian protestors too.

Have Hose A and Hose B whinge because the protests should be down at the border, to let everyone from Brownsville to Tierra del Fuego in, not to worry about some other war an ocean away.

I have told the story before waaaaaay back about how, out of sheer boredom, I single-handedly got every dog in every yard for half a mile all barking at each other. Over and over.

Now imagine the fun that ensues when you do the same thing with all the cats and dogs on this or any future Ark Of Retards.

Especially if you make it look like everything you're doing was done by one of the gang of Usual Suspects. An online comment here, some graffiti there, a couple of claims made on behalf of imaginary Butthurt Interest Groups, and before long, they'll be slitting each other's throats and stabbing each other in the back, literally or figuratively, and starting feuds that will fester for years to decades, while you sit back, watch, and laugh yourselves silly. Don't overlook anonymous tips to The Man, helpfully allowing them to find the residue of your stunts behind someone else's clubhouse, in their trash cans, or their car trunk. Some of it might even get suspicion all over those outside agitators, making them the new Crazy Cat Ladies vandalizing their own cars, and getting arrested for it. Even TPTB love that stuff, and friendly sources will trumpet it from the rooftops even louder than that.

You may have seen this material before: they did an entire episode of M*A*S*H* based on this exact concept.

So if you're going to drop the hammer, make sure you aren't pointing at your own foot first. Pick your patsies, drop your breadcrumbs, plant your fingerprints, and let the games begin. Try not to hurt yourself splitting your sides open once it becomes a self-fueled fustercluck for the Useful Idiots.

You Might Want To Take Notes

Everybody who's ever had to take a fire safety class knows about the Fire Triangle:

Air, Heat, and Fuel. Any attack on one or more items puts out a fire.

People in the .Mil and civilian occupations have seen "Break The Chain" posters and lectures, noting that it is rarely one thing, but usually an unbroken string of bad or stupid things, that lead to a total disaster. Breaking one link "breaks the chain", and the disaster doesn't happen.

At its simplest, there's the template to every episode of Rescue 9-1-1 back in the day.

Implacable forces of nature + Human stupidity = drama and pathos.

Get rid of either one, and your stupidity wasn't featured on one of their episodes.

The root lesson, and the one I was hinting at in this previous post, is that folks should stop worrying about the current shenanigans on college campuses (or any future sort of Leftard tomfoolery and jackassery) like a serious problem, and start looking at them from a military perspective.

Meaning every event like that runs on several non-negotiable things:

Personnel

Intelligence

Training and Operations

Logistics

Communications

Attack one or more of those things, in any field of endeavor, and the enemy's plan fails, along a spectrum from tactical to strategic.

People: those are already there, but that's a blessing and a curse. People need water, food, rest, and sanitation.

Intelligence: They need to know what's going on beyond their personal horizon.

Training: If they haven't been trained for everything, there are weaknesses to exploit.

Operations: Thwart their mission, disrupt their activities, and their failure is assured.

Logistics: Anything they don't have in their pockets, needs to be prevented from reaching them, or prevented from working as designed.

Communications: Internal, and external. Jam it, cut it, delay it, or any combination, which all degrade their chances of accomplishing anything useful.

The more of those things you do, the more you degrade morale.

Which makes people question or ignore their leaders.

Which saps commitment.

Which undermines everything they attempt.

So all the things I whimsically suggested, and many more, could all be used (should all be used!) by whomever, to let these bumpkins and Useful Idiots know they're playing checkers in a world full of chess grand masters.

Block food and water, and that crowd will dwindle to nothing in about 2 days. Jesus will not be multiplying loaves and fishes, and if they didn't bring it, and can't get it, they won't be eating it.

Deny them rest, and they'll lose their minds in a couple of days. Literally.

Deny sanitary facilities, and it'll turn into a mass health crisis in the same amount of time.

Those sites are running on cell phones. Which run from helpfully obvious towers. Be a real bummer if someone dropped a soda can full of iron oxide and magnesium shavings on top of the control boxes, which somehow caught fire, and took those towers relays out for a few days, wouldn't it?

They lose contact, media access, communications, cohesion, everything.

Legacy media have satellite uplinks from their trucks, but the schmucks in the tent cities? They're deaf, dumb, blind, and stupid.

People could also get their hands on portable all-band cell phone jammers, stuff a few into backpacks, and wander nearby, creating the same effect. Someone might even plop a few into fake A/C units, with solar panels, on rooftops, and just let them run, for the same benefit. No cell, wifi, or any other nonsense. By the time they could be pinpointed and ID'ed, the event would be over. You could even set them to run at different times, in rotation, making DFing them more problematic. Serious HAMs could do it, but the yokels running that show? They'd be bumfuzzled.

Beavis and Butthead are using VHF, UHF, FRS, or CB? Selectively jam them. Let other communiques out. Gather intel. Spoof them with bogus messages. Pretend to be them, and issue retarded and embarrassing manifestos and messages, which will most assuredly be heard and disseminated, and now they're on the defensive having to deny things they never said, which go viral on all media outside their enclaves.

Anyone nearby could gin up totally bogus "protestor" videos too, and dump them onto YouTube and X. Comedy gold is where you mine it. Remember Churchill's line: "A lie will get halfway around the world, before the Truth has gotten its boots on." Use that reality to your advantage.

Simply suss out all the things underpinning those activities they're undertaking, and seek to take them apart one by one, until their whole effort is one giant clusterfuck.

Nobody has to do all of them. Pick one, and go wild on it. Be the chaos and friction Von Clausewitz warned military leaders about.

The other side aren't all that well-organized, so it isn't going to be that hard.

BONUS RESULT: Some day, when you're the G, operating operationally, you'll know all the ways your plans can be monkeywrenched, so you'll be fore-armed at thinking of alternate, contingency, and emergency methods to unscrew any attempts to screw with your efforts, come the day.

Both of which make your enemies look ridiculous, and lead to them being ridiculed.

"And then, kick them in the balls!"

 - Captain William Fairbairn's concluding remarks, after each and every dirty move he taught commandos in hand-to-hand combat during WWII.

The Real Ministry Of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Once upon a time, cannibals attacked a circus, and they caught a clown and ate him.

One cannibal said to the other one, "This tastes funny..."

I bring that up, because the local pro-terrorist sit-in at Penn was approached by Homer J. Doofus, and he filmed himself bravely goading them into threats of violence.

You can hear all about it at Divemedic's place.

The guy in the linked vids on X was a pure unmitigated idiot.

Smarter moves he could've done, but hadn't the wit to do?

Here are some things one or more motivated individuals might choose to do on their own:

Caveats: Obey the law. Follow all rules. Remove shirt before ironing. Do not taunt happy fun ball. YOYO: You're On Your Own. Big Boy Rules Apply.

A) Infiltrate

Hey, they've been infiltrating right-of-center rallies for years. Payback is a bitch. Get a couple of long-haired younger friends to "join" their noble cause. Make contacts. Shoot video. Map out the whole thing from the inside. See if you can trip to who all is funding and supplying them. Specifically, or generally. This is a tale as old as time, in the second oldest profession. It worked for Chico in The Magnificent Seven. Maybe text their plans to an outside contact, in time to thwart them. Afterwards, send a fully-detailed and anonymous briefing (who, what, when, where, how) - most obviously, one that doesn't lead straight back to your Benedict Arnold - to the local constables, the state police, and the feds. Maybe even Interpol, and other agencies as well. Oh, and send copies to people like James O'Keefe, Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity, et al. It's going to get picked up. And cockroaches hate light. 

Follow-up outrage and prosecution may follow. Give it a shot. "Guerrillas swim in the sea of the people." - Mao. So maybe poison their ocean for a couple of generations. Bonus points: Plant incriminating info in a burner phone (you know how to make one of those happen, right??) on one of their leaders that make it look like they're really the leaker, then sit back and watch the resulting struggle sessions and re-education as they fight amongst themselves.

B) Gather Intel from outside

[Pro Tip: Army and Marine snipers are far more effective - and lethal - with binoculars and a radio than they ever are with a scoped rifle. Learn a lesson there.]

Log movements. Identify faces. No one can maintain facial camo in public indefinitely. Especially that bunch of assclowns.

Figure out who the ringleaders are.

Note their response to trespassers. Who are the reaction teams? How many are there? Do they work shifts? Can they handle multiple threats at once? Especially at 3AM.

Follow as many as you can when it breaks up. Even if that's only one.

They all have to take a pee when they're at a restaurant, or take out the trash. Then they don't have a gang with them anymore. Be a real bummer if you did, huh?

C) Harass

Shoot fireworks into their encampment at all hours.

Release noxious agents from upwind.

Marine flares will travel a long way, and set things on fire when they hit, and they sell them everywhere. How interesting.

BB guns sting. I recall the DC snipers hiding inside an empty car trunk. Probably works for pellet guns too, with even less sound. Just saying.

Anybody who's ever played in the northern latitudes in late fall or winter knows paintballs can become frozen. And hurt like a m*****f***er when they hit. Head shots have been known to cause concussions and unconsciousness. Imagine what a crotch shot with a .68 caliber marble feels like. So knowing that, who needs rubber bullets? BTW, it's always winter inside your freezer. Hmm.

Slingshots are small, concealable, and readily discarded.

Chemistry majors can whip up some butyric acid. It'd sure suck if someone fired a water balloon filled with that sh*t-stink into that camp.

Or one filled with skunk scent.

Or just launched some rotten meat and fish, and turned loose a bunch of rats and such.

And waited for the skunks, possums, and 'coons nearby to discover things for themselves.

Feral dogs? Fuggedaboudit. Comedy gold.

Take a lesson from Samson: he turned wild foxes loose with torches tied to their tails into the Philistines' crops. What could be more appropriate to a camp of pro-Palestinians? Fresh out of wild foxes? How about cats? Roombas? RC trucks with glass jars of flammable liquids?Flaming bags of dog poo? Endless possibilities.

D) Sabotage

Most of these idiots asked for food, because they never thought of that. So send them some. Imagine a frat getting together to have 100 Big Macs (or Fake Meat. Or Tofu. Whatever.) delivered - after they all smear a little "special sauce", i.e. biological waste product (human sh*t) on them. Not enough to taste right off, mind you. But in 10 hours or so...it's going to get messy in that camp, and take the fight right out of them. Trust me on that. Some chicken entree by Chef Sal Monella is always a dish best served lukewarm. The myriad ways you could jack up "sealed" food containers is legion. Fruit, like oranges and bananas and apples, are easier still. All I'm saying, is imagine 500 people all on an acid trip at the same time. Or all trying to use the can 10 times an hour, between projectile vomiting spells. Gastroenteritis doesn't kill people as much as it makes them wish they were dead. Bon Appetit, commie pigs!

What, you think the cops don't send in a Valium-sprinkled pizza to barricaded suspects?

Grow up.

Speaking of the po-po, are they guarding the miscreants and enabling them? Might want to donate a case of specially-flavored water to them too. 

On the topic of human waste, those goons are sh*tting somewhere, and not in their pants. Find the portajohns. Block the service trucks, by any means necessary. Call around, and cancel their servicing. Drill holes in the portajohn holding tanks, so the contents go in one hole, and out the other. Sabotage the permanent plumbing in nearby buildings so they have no options there. The "occupiers" will get the blame for that move too. [Hint: women are far fussier about that than men. Ask me what happens when "somebody" shuts off all the flush valves in the women's dorm. All. Of. Them.] Win-win.

If you get real lucky, you may trigger any number of disease outbreaks in that encampment. Boo frickin' hoo.

Don't overlook the opportunity to pass out bottles of "hand sanitizer" that are just thinned out vaseline. Or cooking oil.

Let your imagination run wild with all the things that might be done to personal care products: toothpaste, mouthwash, liquid soap, shampoo, etc. Nota bene: Syrup of ipecac mixes with a lot of things.

Sucks for them if they didn't pay attention in the siege warfare section of history class, doesn't it?

Snow fencing? Be a real pisser if someone tied some marlin-grade monofilament to it, and the other end to a car bumper. And then drove away. Probably scatter tents and the campers inside ass-over-teakettle. Definitely gonna f**k up their circadian rhythms, i'n'it?

Can you get close enough to shoot water from a super soaker into the camp without getting swarmed? Swap the water for battery acid. That stuff eats through nylon fabric - like tents - with a vengeance. Burns too. Ask me how I know.

Find the sprinkler controls for that quad. Let your imagination run wild there.

Maybe you can find a crop duster who's not above using them for brushfire water drop practice.

Can't throw them out of helicopters? Learn from a M*A*S*H* episode: find one willing pilot, and drop a load of festering garbage onto them instead. At O-dark-thirty.

In short, be devious, cruel, and nasty, instead of stupid. 

Because let's face it: it was the Legion Of Misfits who decided to emulate tactics last seen at the Little Big Horn and Dien Bien Phu. The least you could do is teach them a historical lesson about forting up in the middle of hostile territory. The more hostile, the better they'll learn.

And FFS, stop making facecrack videos about it.

F**k me, Leftards?

No, Fuck YOU. Twice as hard, and no lube.

Remember: It's not funny until it's not funny.

Then it's hilarious.

I'm not telling anyone to go out and do any of this. No, really.

I have no knowledge of how the commies who were harassing the folks stopping illegals on the border in the early 2000s might have had their camps and campfires salted with OC and CS powder at 4AM, or how raw chicken livers might have been launched amidst them with slingshots at night, and game calls might have brought every pack of coyotes for miles to come sniff around right outside their tents until the Young Leninists decided to go back to town, because the border wilderness was a bit too wild to be good little communists in.

And I'm not telling anyone to go out and do anything. You have agency. I just submit the preceding "for informational purposes only".

Because I'm expecting that college kids and others will have the wit to figure this sort of thing out all by themselves, on their own. 

I mean, sweet suffering Shiva, the Hayduke "Revenge" books have been in print since the 1970s, Edward Abbey wrote The Monkeywrench Gang in 1975, and Animal House came out in 1978. So WhyTF should the eco-terrorists of EarthFirst! have all the fun?!?

But I'm absolutely expecting the laughs and memes afterwards will be epic.

And if any of this had you clutching your pearls in shock, you're part of the problem, not part of the solution.

OTOH: If you've got so little as a handful of dedicated fellow @$$holes to join you in this quest, you should be able to half-ass that into your own A-Team, and take charge of any campus AO, until Team Fascist starts crying like little bitches.

And remember, kids: lest anyone think this sort of thing is beneath their dignity, recall that many of the guys who showed up from Lexington to Concord Bridge got their start dressing up as Indians and pulling a prank on 342 cases of tea. Mighty oaks from humble acorns grow.

Yes, Really.

"Donated by Jane Fonda" stamped inside the cover.
Always have a hobby.

Pro Tip

 h/t CW @ daily timewaster

We wish some people would learn this lesson.

Rules? There Are No Rules Here...

 h/t Kenny

Consequences are for after. In the moment, there are no rules. Survivors write the aftermath, and the history books will clean it up.

Molon Labe, Cykᴻ!

They really are, no questions asked. In the capital city.

The Ukrainian people are smarter, better trained, better equipped, and far better motivated against the Russians than the mujahideen were in A-stan, and the muj still threw both us and the Russians out of that sh*thole.

Vlad is about to be in the position of the dog that chased cars, and then caught one.

I don't think it's going to work out for him quite the way he thought, and he doesn't have 1980 height-of-the-Cold-War levels of troops to lose, either. House-to-house in Kiev, Kharkiv, Odessa, etc., is liable to be a cast iron bitch, the kind infantry nightmares are made of.

And that whole "a rifle behind every blade of grass" thing is a real kick in the nuts, and will be for years and years to come, even if Ukraine falls.

Most of the breakaways have been waiting 70 years to do to the Russians what the Ukrainians are doing tonight. And probably will continue to do, for the next ten years, win or lose.

Finally, as a public service to the people of Ukraine, we forward the following official Ukrainian government information:

Gives "fire water" a whole new meaning.

Pyrrhus Is Not A Good Wartime Consigliere

h/t WRSA

Don't be recockulous, Claire.

This is what is known in a Fundamentals Of Logic class as a false dilemma.

It is both lazy writing (and thinking), and the rhetorical equivalent of asking "Have you stopped beating your wife."

The correct answer is neither no, nor yes, but to reject the premise completely, and state that you never did.

In this wind-up, Claire uses acquaintance conversation to lay out the (imaginary only) two choices to needing COVID passports to shop for food as

a) knuckle under to TPTB, and get friendly vaxxed folks to shop for you sub rosa (so, how did being illegal aliens in their own country work out for Jews in Germany from 1933-1945?), or

b) attack the privileged vaxxed (and nominally innocent) shoppers, to put everyone on equal (and foodless) footing.

Um, ...no.

In fact, F**K NO.

In fact, we already asked and answered this question, and told you explicitly which parties will be targeted.

That would be

1) The kleine Nazis at the market, from bag boy to CEO, carrying the Vaxxholes' water for them by enforcing a recockulous and illegal mandate, and ratting out vaxx refuseniks.

2) The große Nazis performing the jackbooted thuggery of "just following orders", showing up to enforce the 21st century Blood and Honor Laws.

3) TPTB passing the illegal mandates, and directing Ofcr. Jackboots to enforce same.

Burn out the rats, and shoot the other motherf***ers in the face.

Period. Full stop.

If you think we're going to acquiesce, even quietly starve, at the behest of a bunch of tyrants, you've got another think coming.

And if supermarkets suddenly suffering an abundance of combustability from foolishly following the tyrants deprives the vaxxed of their vittles?

And exactly as we suggested, after a suitable application of Comrade Molotov's libations, Adam Smith's Invisible Hand will provide a rapid correction and political re-focusing by the surviving merchants (and no small number of inconvenienced hordes), and they won't be any more in favor of tyrannical mandates than will the unvaxxed. Lest they lose their jobs, their businesses, and their own place to shop.

(By the by: How have vaxx mandates worked out at the airlines? What about hospitals? How's that song playing in federal court lately? Asking for 100M friends.)

Hint: We didn't boycott Dresden in 1945. We erased it.

In the words of Mr. Alinsky:

1. "Power is not only what you have, but what the enemy thinks you have."

6. "A good tactic is one your people enjoy."

8. "Keep the pressure on."

13. "Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it."

Or, as Momma and Daddy should have taught you: "Don't start nothin', won't be nothin'."

Otherwise, if you carry water for The Man, you become The Man. And deal with the third degree burns that come from that choice.

People with livelihoods and inventory at stake should think long and hard before sticking their head into that blast furnace, unless they're wearing asbestos underpants.

The learning curve will be harsh, but fair.

Does that still lead to this?:

No. It leads to this:

thereby leaving only 39,999 other grocery stores still standing for the management not to be ass-kissing Vaxxholes, if they want to remain open and in business.

I'm betting fiscal sanity kicks in long before the unvaxxed run out of bottles, unleaded gas, and dish soap. Just spitballing, mind you.

But hey, if you think the unvaxxed will quietly sit back and tolerate second-class citizenship, "othering", and looming malnutrition, disease, and starvation, meekly and passively, well, you go ahead and roll those dice.

And I'll give you odds that by the second or third week, police and fire stations will start to spontaneously combust first, an hour or three before the local market does.

(For the short story on where that breaks it down for TPTB, take a look at the original Miracle On 34th Street, and watch campaign manager Bill Frawley's advice to the judge in chambers therein. "Why, before this is over, you're gonna be an awful popular fella!")

TPTB want to call that tune, they're not going to like what union scale amounts to for the band.

And they should stop playing with matches.

But What Can *I* Do?

 

I gifted this to Phil over at Busted Knuckles.

For all those timid souls thinking "Well, I'm not gonna do anything until everyone is gonna do something."

Screw that, pussies. Start local, local, local.

Become ungovernable.

This has been tried before. Face facts: Half the reason Communism doesn't work is because it's Communism.

The other half is because the people - the very "workers" communists claim to represent, as a dodge to milk everyone - aren't communists. Proof: Russia pushed Nazi Germany from the outskirts of Moscow all the way back to Berlin. That's what Ivan can do when he wants to. But in peacetime? You get the Trabant.

So stop wishing and hoping, or pissing and moaning. Throw Leviathan and its acolytes a bone. But throw it sideways, so it gets stuck in its throat, and it dies a slow, lingering, painful death.

What do I mean?

Monkeywrench.
Hard, far, and wide. And often.

Manhole covers are portable, for instance. Store them behind the local DNC offices.

Road crew left a few blinky light barricades just sitting around?
No problem. Close off an interstate entrance. Make an endless circular detour.

Epoxy an ATM closed. Better yet, a few dozen parking meters near city hall.

Get a slingshot or a high velocity pellet gun, and take out a surveillance camera or three.

Get a business reply mail card, and an empty Amazon box, and mail forty pounds of your pet’s droppings to Corporate @$$hole Company.
Put the return address of the local Leftard politician on it.

Your mayor (congressweasel/senator/governor)’s a dick? Dummy up cardboard replicas of his auto license plate, rent a look-alike car, and go visit a few dozen red light cameras. (BONUS: Park it outside a whorehouse, porn shop, or gay bar. Send photos of it parked there to his wife. And a couple of scandal rags. Let the press work for you for a change.)

Print up some wicked subversive handbills, blow 50¢, and stuff one inside every morning newspaper of the local fishwrap at a dozen local coffee shops.

Somebody’s got a “Biden” bumper sticker? Add a “F**k Your freedom” or “To Hell With The Bill Of rights” sticker to their collection. Maybe give them a racist one, or an anti-gay one, to make their collection really stand out. (BONUS POINTS: A "F**K THE PIGS!" sticker is always a hit when someone gets pulled over.)

They’ve got so many woke bumperstickers there’s no room for more? No problem. help them out; swap their plates with the car next to them. it’s a gift that will eventually unwrap itself, frequently with help from someone on a police motorcycle. Bummer, huh?

Got a business that’s pimping vaccine passports? Do a science experiment. Find out how well they work to open a business door lock filled with acrylic and activated by catalyst.

Woke retailer has self-scanner checkout lines? Go to a craft store; buy glass etching compound. See how long you can make the checkout lines when none of the self-scanners work.

Turn some street signs.

Fly a Confederate flag. From your Leftard neighbor's house. When he's away on vacation.

Take a picture of that. Send it, and the address, to the local chapter of Black Lives Matter.

Playdoh, alarm clock, batteries, and some wire: let your imagination run wild. Wear gloves.

Maybe make two such “items”. Send one to Antifa from BLM. Send the other to BLM from Antifa. Stock up on popcorn.

Print up flyers to fake Leftard rallies. Post them at high schools and college campuses.

Have signs made that say “Whites Only” and “Colored”. Stick them up over the drinking fountains or restrooms at the local school district HQ, City Hall, or the local Democommunist congressweasel’s office building. Wait for the the fun to start.

Tired of companies like Woka-Cola and Jillette? Have coupons printed offering a discount on their products, Leave them in the flyer bin at local supermarkets.

And so on.

Be creative. Be prolific.

Be the friction that makes everyday life such a pain.

The possibilities are endless.

And even if you never do any of this, just thinking about it brightened your day, didn't it?

Some Thoughts On Accountability Lists

 

Accountability List: If something gets broken, somebody's going to pay. The Accountability List concerns exactly which somebodies that will be. True for gift shops, true for societies.

Accountability Lists

1) Make them.

2) Update them frequently, as necessary,

3) Implementing them is always up to the owner. Nothing says you have to wait until All Hell Breaks Loose.

4) Implementing them sooner, rather than later, may actually prevent All Hell Breaking Loose.

5) Whether it does or doesn't, it will always tip odds more in your favor. If you're in a fair fight, you really screwed up.

Just saying.

An Open Letter To Lt. Col. Stuart Scheller:

 h/t Mike

Lt. Col. Stuart Scheller

(NYFC)The maverick Marine fired after he released a now-viral video slamming the US military for botching the exit from Kabul, issued a clear threat to his aging superiors Saturday.

“The baby boomer’s turn is over,” Lt. Col. Stuart Scheller told The Post. “I demand accountability, at all levels. If we don’t get it, I’m bringing it.”

He also quoted Thomas Jefferson, saying “every generation needs a revolution.”

Dear Sir,

Reporting For Duty.

Former NCO of Marines available immediately. 

Olive green, not as lean, twice as mean, and still a Marine, down to my cold green amphibious heart.

Where? And When?

Update soonest, over.

On Going To War Half-Assed

 

Some Things We Should Be Able To Agree On

Nota bene, "Should" is not "Will". Take a breath, and work with me for a minute or three here.

1) The Bill of Rights ought to be inviolable. Not "is", but damned skippy "ought" to be.
If you can't get there on your own, I don't know you, and I don't want to. The rest of that paragraph ends "...and the horse you rode to town on, sideways, with a rusty chainsaw."

2) Evil SOBs would - and have, and will continue - to try and dismantle it, brick by brick, and letter by letter, until there's nothing left of it.

3) There is no compromising between the people who believe in Point 1 and the people described in Point 2. None whatsoever. One may argue, change, or abandon tactics, and be a general. But one who changes or abandons principles is a soulless saboteur. "...and the horse he rode to town on, sideways, with a rusty chainsaw."

4) That means that at some point (and ideally, at every opportunity), the people in Point 1 are going to have to oppose the people of Point 2, and that when all else has failed, that will come down to force of arms and bloodshed, because some people don't take "No!" for an answer until you shoot them in the face.

5) In the entire recorded history of the world, the number of wars that have been won, let alone avoided, by peaceful non-violent protests, can be counted on one's thumbs. (and even those just postponed the violence until a wee bit later. E.g., ask India how things are going with Pakistan. QED) In fact, violent warfare has been the cast-iron rule, not the rare exception.

6) So, with even a grade-school diploma, and knowing 1-5, now that you've had your public gun love-in in VA, and the Democrats in the legislature have declared publicly that they're not impressed, what will you do next? (To spare the feelings of some, we won't talk - for the moment - about previous efforts.) What have you done for yourselves lately?

7) Some few of you like to try taking cheap shots at us here in California, which is now Califrutopia. So you should know a few things, unpleasant as they may be to face, for you.

A large part of our problems here now are due to four things:

a) Your toothless banjo-playing kinfolk, who came here for decades because they weren't welcome in your little patch, and the carpetbagging opportunist pols they voted for. For the 95th time, google the origins of such upstanding examples as Nancy (Alzheimers) Pelosi, Barbara (Stupidest Senator Ever Until Kamala Kneepads Harris) Boxer, and Gray (Impeach Me!) Davis, let alone Ahnuld Schwarzenegger, and DiFi's husband. I'll own Gov. Moonbeam, and Jane Fonda, if you own the tide of Okies and Commies that preceded them.

b) The senators and representatives from 49 other states, who couldn't see a problem with making California the Wetback State (and don't get me wrong, I'm equal opportunity with that appellation, whether they swam the Rio Grande, or shipped themselves here from Asia, Africa, Sh*tholia, or Trashcanistan) until it was too late to fix. Some 10M+ illegals here, and 40M in the U.S., and folks elsewhere have just started to think it may be a problem, in relative terms.

c) The illegal aliens in question, who in California alone outnumber the population of any one of 42 U.S. states.

d) The people here who decided that when the going gets tough, the tough beat feet to happier places.  You took care of you, no doubt. You f**ked everyone you left behind too, without a second thought. Spare me your excuses if that's you. it's too late for that. Own it.
 
When you returned to your native states, or made new homes in new lands, you were either reviled as "Californians" (which most of you never were) every time things got more liberal, even if you voted anything but; or once in a blue moon hailed as one of the few "good Californians" if you were more conservative about your most recent home turf than the locals were. So you were pretty much damned if you stayed, and damned if you left. The lyrics and chorus to Bob Dylan's Like A Rolling Stone come to mind in your cases.

The combination of people that weren't from around here, and an overwhelming horde of transplants, legal and illegal, suddenly electing communist douchebags conspired to flip the state from solid (R) to puerile (D) in less than a generation. If you live in VA, stop me if you've heard this one. If you live in NH, FL, or TX, let me know when the penny drops for you too.

As I told four fine people, several of whom you've read in comments here and elsewhere, over dinner last week IRL, you'll get California from my cold dead hands, and not without one helluva fight. My line in the sand is still here, and so am I. If you run from the fight, you'll never fight the fight, and you'll never win.
My plan for California is like Poland's: when the state goes bankrupt (and it's headed there like a freight train), the wheels come off that wagon, and the statues of Marx come down. It's going to have to be that drastic, here. But communists always run out of other people's money. They can't help it.
You should also bear well in mind that there are more 2A supporters in CA than in any other state, even now, and more gun owners here than there are people in any state in 80% of the rest of the country. So maybe think about walking back the lazy snark that would diss an army 10 times the size of what the U.S. can currently field. And that goes for 2A supporters in NFY, MA, NJ, or anywhere else you don't like. If "just showing up" really counted for anything serious, we'd have had this knocked here thirty years ago. But the truth is it gets you nothing but a big target, unless you have more of a plan than getting together. We'll come back to that point in a bit.

Those of you who left, best wishes when the same thing happens again there. Where will you run next? And then? And then?

My gentle suggestion is to stop running and start digging in, if you have any self respect.

Forgive me if thinking that perhaps Virginians, and Southerners in general, might have a better understanding of those sentiments than those who've never experienced living in occupied territory, but clearly some people's memories are shorter than their wedding tackle. But there it is. And it's coming to your state too. Look around if you doubt me.

8) So having said that, you might show just a dash more understanding when I tell you that playing in the street is pointless. It changes no votes, it delivers no votes, and it sways no votes. And even when voting works (or used to), a federal judge will simply overturn the vote. This is how Pres. Jimmy Peanut gave California back to Mexico, long after he was out of a job himself, and turned it into the Califrutopia you, and I, know and loathe. One judge, one vote, one state.

It happened long before this became just about guns, here or anywhere, and between people coming in and people going out, it was over before it started for us. We didn't lose our state in November, and face a fight over guns the next month. It was a long, slow slide into where we are now. The so-called Republican Party in this state was gutless and spineless long prior, and rolled over on assault weapons over one incident, and the "Republican" governor lacked the guts to veto the bill. And within a couple of years after the floodgates were opened to illegals, there weren't any Republicans anywhere who could stop anything, even if we could have found one or put one in office with a functional spine.

And holding public rallies would have accomplished nothing.

So put a sock in that noise, swallow some braggadocio, and learn a hard lesson:

9) There's what you can do, and what you can't do.
So if you're going to do something, DO IT.
Stop yakking about it. Stop marching for it. Stop wishing for it.
Think as long and hard as it takes.
MAKE A PLAN, NOT A WISH LIST.

DO IT.

Cheerleader b.s. pep rallies aren't going to get it done.
I'm sure your high school won every pep rally they held, because nothing was on the line.
What mattered was the score on the field, and whether your team moved the ball.
So please, for the love of all that matters, stop playing with your balls, and move the ball.

10)
a) That means stop grandstanding for the cameras, which will never love you, never help you, never tell the truth about you, and never help you win.
The revolution will not be televised.
And get cracking on firing up your neighbors and friends, who will do all of those things, but only if you can get together with them on doing things that matter, things that count, things that WORK.

You are not going to stupid your way to victory.
You are not going to rally your way to victory.
You are not going to talk your way to victory.
You are not going to wish your way to victory.

You're going to have to recruit hard-hearted, like-minded, tough-headed people to plan your way to victory, organize your way to victory, and work  your way to victory, if you want to win a victory.

And dollars to donuts, the only marching that's going to work is going to be done with a pack, not a placard. PR may set the table, but bullhorns don't win battles.

You are not  going to be the first army in history to fly to victory on unicorns spewing strawberry-scented farts and pooping rose petals and happy gas to conquer the people in Point 2.

b) Propaganda, however, is a tool, and a weapon, if you would wield it as such, in the dimming twilight before the night of any actual war. So if you're going to get 20,000 people together, don't do just that.

But you would have needed the wit to have someone on the podium announce 

"Governor Northam, TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!"

Right before you did it yourselves, on cue, just like Berliners did.

If those 20,000 in Richmond had dismantled that fence, rolled it up, stacked it in neat pieces, announced that free speech means everywhere, peaceful assembly means everywhere, and keeping and bearing arms means everywhere, and then peacefully walked away, you would have been more effective than if you'd pulled Gov. Babykiller onto the stage live, peeled his underwear off, and paddled his behind.
Your cell phone video of that would have gone worldwide viral.

So FFS, if you do what you did again, and TPTB put up a fence again, Flip The Friggin' Script, Will Ya?

If you'd all shown up with no masks, but all in blackface, you would have made the rally about shaming him, instead of shaming yourselves by providing photo ops for the EneMedia at ABCNNBCBS.

If you'd all been in coats and ties, instead of camo, you would have looked like the Sunday School teachers whose manners you displayed on Monday, and not like the bitter gun-toting clingers of liberal fever-dreams.
Unless and until things go hot

OPTICS ARE TACTICS.

Write that on your hands in laundry marker.

But it's only a weapon if you wield it like one, deliberately, with more of a plan than "Hey, wouldn't it be cool if we all showed up?" and no actual control over your own people beyond best wishes. Hope ain't a plan.

None of this after-game quarterbacking. It just demonstrates that there was no leadership at the goatrope with actual no sh*t contingency plans ready for
* How we co-ordinate this thing from bottom to top
* What we do if 50 people show up
* What we do if 500 people show up
* What we do if 5000 people show up
* What we do if a whole Army shows up, and we outnumber the cops 20:1.
No one thought about any of that, because no one thought about much beyond showing up.

Let alone
* What we do if someone (or a lot of someones) get(s) arrested
* What we do if someone gets injured
* What we do if someone gets shot
* What we do if shooting breaks out all over, and it goes pear-shaped

Failure to plan is planning to fail.
That's why Monday was a fail before it ever happened.

And you have to have another plan (or five) for what happens when it switches from a war of words to an actual war (like it will), because you won't propaganda your way to victory either, by itself. And you need to tell that truth to every Swinging Richard who shows up, until they can repeat it from memory. At some point, you'd better be ready to pick a fight.

11) You're going to have to get to the point where they either flee before your actual hardass forces, or get to where you shoot m*****f*****s in the face, and string the survivors up to lampposts in droves.

(Option Three is, you're getting loaded into boxcars. I would counsel avoiding that.)

Which leads to everything you need to know from here on out:

12) Anything that doesn't clearly and directly help you do #11 is a waste of time, energy, resources, and everything else you need to win. And you have none of them in such abundance that you can afford to squander them, for even a moment.


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