Some sage advice for the HHS

On International Men’s Day, HHS tells women to ‘calm down’

Kipling

WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other’s tale-
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

    Man, a bear in most relations-worm and savage otherwise,-
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

    Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger-Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue-to the scandal of The Sex!

    But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

    She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity-must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions-not in these her honour dwells-
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

    She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

    She is wedded to convictions-in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!-
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

    Unprovoked and awful charges-even so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons-even so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish-like the Jesuit with the squaw!

    So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice-which no woman understands.

    And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern-shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

  — Rudyard Kipling, 1911

Stolen shamelessly from Ace of Spades

A Dry and Dispassionate Assessment

…from the Diplomad:

As the current Obamacare roll-out debacle shows, yet again, in Obama we have a president with the sneering arrogance found in Shelley’s Ozymandias; the aloof cluelessness of Marie Antoinette; and the interpersonal skills, leadership abilities, managerial talents, and willingness to accept responsibility of Moe Howard.

For these and many more reasons, President Obama, America’s first “mixed race” president (yawn), should have passed into history as a curiosity, a footnote alongside President Cleveland’s two non-consecutive terms, Taft’s huge custom-built bathtub, Harding’s love child, and Carter’s battle to the death with a drowning rabbit. Instead, however, this junior senator from Illinois, the man with no discernible background of achievement, has become the most destructive president in American history. The amount of damage, much of it perhaps permanent, he and “his” team have done to the economy, to individual liberty, to people’s trust in government, and to our nation’s international standing is incalculable. Disaster, fiasco, catastrophe, debacle, I give up, no thesaurus contains enough synonyms to capture the all-around horridness of this anti-American, anti-West presidential misadministration.

All I can add is, of course, RTWT– and praise the Lord my time is almost done. My children and your children will be dealing with the fallout from this misbegotten monstrosity of an administration for, probably, the rest of their lives. Too bad so many of them bought his bullshit and helped elect him. Schadenfreude would be too easy, but I love my country and my children, so what is coming pains me deeply.

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This is what he thinks of you, folks

Food for thought

25jan04-BeautyOfDestruction

The major world powers, new and old, also face a novel reality: while the lethality of their military might is greater than ever, their capacity to impose control over the politically awakened masses of the world is at a historic low. To put it bluntly: in earlier times, it was easier to control one million people than to physically kill one million people; today, it is infinitely easier to kill one million people than to control one million people.
Zbigniew Brzezinski, Council on Foreign Relations speech 2010, via Dave Hodges at thecommonsenseshow.com

via The Woodpile Report

Wazoo Adventure

Rantburg in all its glory– look fast, their links go away in a hurry:

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The truth about drones

My goodness.

[Dawn] Drones are unmanned aircrafts. They are called unmanned because they are actually manned by women. So one can say drones are women-manned aircrafts. This is done to insult the conservative sensibilities of our brothers in the tribal areas where, of course, there are no women.

The first drone attack to take place in Pakistain was actually in 1024AD. It was fired by a Rajput stooge of the Jews on the army of Mahmud Ghaznavi who was liberating the Somnath temple from idols. He took away some gold as well which he duly distributed among the poor in what today is Dubai.

The first Pak to be hit by a drone was actually an innocent camel in North Wazoo. This made him very angry and as a result, he began to behave like a rampaging Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Drones were invented by the famous Jewish scientist, Albert Einstein when his equation, E=mc2, was successfully challenged and debunked by the famous Musselmen physicist, Oreo Maqbool Biscuit in his equally famous book, ‘War and Peace’, co-written with nuclear scientist, alchemist and judo expert, Zaid Hamid in 1941.

When asked how a drone attack was possible in 1024AD, Oreo said it was a case of time travel. This, he said, was achieved when the reptilian Elders of Zion discovered a wormhole near Jerusalem that distorted the space-time continuum in the region and made the camels of that area very angry and krazed killer. Thus, the invention of drones. He insists that he be given a Nobel Prize for this discovery.

Ever since 1024AD, drones have killed over three billion Paks. It is strange how not a single non-Musselmen Pak has ever been killed by a drone. So, to balance things out, the angry camels began to kill Christians. It was only fair.

Compared to the 3bn Pak Musselmens killed by the drones, only 14 Paks have been killed in suicide kabooms by the angry camels. Such attacks are not at all common in Pakistain. In fact, the first ever suicide attack in the country took place only last Sunday and that too only because Pakistain is a country full of sinners and bad Musselmens.

It just gets better…

Scenes from the Apocalypse

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https://twitter.com/StayPuft/status/384889994038366208

https://twitter.com/jimmiebjr/status/384903765029306368

Nummification

Ace hits the nail square with the hammer here, as only he can phrase it:

We are indeed becoming a more childlike people. We are more and more shirking the expected obligations of adulthood, such as marriage and procreation, and even more basically, we’re rejecting the obligation of adults to actually think, in terms of numbers, and of best outcomes, and so forth.

The national mode of thinking is now Nummy. “We” — and by we I mean Americans, not “we” meaning us here right now — increasingly think in terms of cute, and easy, and glib, and dumb, and fun.

Why boycott Barilla? Do we really support a world in which every utterance, act, thought, belief, or gesture must be pre-cleared with the 100-million-strong leftist Committee of the Whole before we dare it?

Nicely put. Now I think I’ll go watch some anime and play some Final Fantasy XIV.

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Sitting in the snow

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Anatoly Sharansky set free in 1986

 

Maetenloch at AoS points to an insightful reminder from William Jacobson that the solution to tyranny is not “go along, let it collapse on its own, let it burn”:

As Sharansky was being led to the airplane that would take him from the Soviet Union to East Germany for the exchange, the Soviets confiscated his book of psalms. It would have been easy for Sharansky simply to keep walking towards the plane and freedom. But Sharansky understood that the Soviets confiscated his book of psalms not because they wanted the book, but because they wanted to show that even in this last moment, they were in control.

In front of reporters covering his departure, Sharansky sat in the snow refusing to move unless the Soviets gave him back his book of psalms. Here was this diminutive man, after 10 years in prison, on the verge of freedom, refusing to budge unless one of the world’s two superpowers gave him back his book. And give him back his book of psalms they did.

Do any of us still have the stones to just refuse? Refuse to go along with a travesty? Will we sit in the snow with freedom beckoning 100 yards away?