My Red Dawn Epiphany — the Traitorous American Media

The Anti-American Media Establishment
A screen capture from the Red Dawn film website.
I had a bit of an epiphany yesterday while I was watching the DVD of Red Dawn (the 2012 version). It occurred to me that there were many leftist critics who slammed the movie for its patriotic theme and moral…

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A Basic Overview of Transegoism

A General Overview of the Principles of Transegoism
“C.E.’s Another Heaven,” by Gale Titus.
Although this explanation of the tenets of Transegoism is quite basic, there is an even shorter, more basic explanation that can be found here. Transegoism can also be explained in one sentence: it…

NIEMAL WIEDER

dachau-arbeit-56-41Article by Barbara Cornell.

Syndicated from Barbara Cornell’s personal blog.

I felt a tiny little stab of pride in my just-beginning-to-bud German skills as we drove through the gates, and I could make out the meaning: «Arbeit Macht Frei.» «Work will make you free.» The lie in the words, however, would not be clear to me for several more years. I’d been told we would be stopping off to visit the concentration camp on our way home, we would be passing through Munich and my father thought we needed to see it. Another stop on our DoD financed tour of Europe as far as I was concerned. But I loved the harsh, guttural, Germanic sound of the place…»Dachau.» That raspy sound, entirely foreign to American English, was new and exciting to me.

It was a hateful, adolescent attitude I learned to regret that day.

I’m sure I’ve witnessed the mercury far lower in the thermometer, but that was by a huge margin the coldest day, ever. My two sweatshirts, jeans, «longhandles,» coat and two pairs of gloves still were pierced by the winds that howled across the gray, bleak, open courtyard still bearing the footprints of the barracks designed to house 5,000, which, at their peak, hosted 32,000 prisoners at a time. In just a few minutes, the condensation from my breath froze on the scarf pulled across my nose and mouth into a block of ice, chapping my face and lips. Later, we would return to find the doors of the car frozen shut, not from moisture, simply from the cold…perhaps from grief.

800px-Dachau-WM2I’d seen the pictures, the films, read the testimony, but I’d never really seen it before. My reading of Ann Frank’s Diary had left me mostly with feelings about peeling potatoes. But standing in the bitter cold, it struck me. These people had stood right here, worked right here in their emaciated bodies and their rags, their unclad feet, and their terror. The bitterness of damnation pierced me. The ovens used to cook the victims had wreaths on them; mourning wreaths, but more like Christmas wreaths, and I despised their cheerfulness. How dare they make merry in this place?

When getting ready to leave, I looked at the art constructed at the entrance; a monstrous horror of a representation. Iron mangling of impossibly thin, crushed, screaming bodies and over them the words: «Niemal Wieder!»

This time, I felt no pride as I made out their meaning, only the imploring of God’s creation. Dear God, let it be so.

Niemal Wieder — Never again!

UP YOUR’S, PROHIBITIONIST SCUM!

drugs-can-ruin-your-lifeArticle by Tim Wikiriwhi.

Syndicated from Eternal Vigilance.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Mr. Wikiriwhi is a Transegoist sympathizer; not a Transegoist — our syndication of his article does not indicate that he endorses the Transegoist philosophy.

Shock Horror! I have found a reason to support a tree-hugger!

In a not at all favorable post to the New Zealand Center for Political Research Mike Butler writes:

“’Maori in regions where jobs are limited who are growing and selling cannabis to keep their Whanau fed shouldn’t be punished for their entrepreneurship,’ Green Party co-leader Metiria Turei told Maori TV on Monday night. ‘It has become an income supplement for Whanau particularly in rural areas where they have very little income and few job prospects, particularly in the back blocks, and we have to very careful how we manage that,’ Turei said on the Native Affairs show. ‘There are some real skills there, some real entrepreneurial skills and some real horticultural skills. These are the skills that people have and they are trying to do the best for their families to make a sufficient income and they are under threat all the time but there are few choices that they have,’ she said.»

What are the “real horticultural skills” Turei is talking about? I guess this involves taking a cannabis seed, germinating it in potting mix in a yogurt bottle, transplanting, feeding, watering, and harvesting. Anyone who has a vegetable garden could grow cannabis.

What are the “real entrepreneurial skills?» After the harvest and packaging the crop in tinfoil, these entrepreneurs simply go into town on the party circuit, offer around some dope, pass out a few tinnies on tick to return on payday to collect cash and sell more, while delivering wholesale orders to tinnie houses dotted around State-house areas.

Read more here.

Without a doubt, this is one of the most sensible opinions I have ever herd from a rabid Greenie. I must congratulate Green Party co-leader Metiria Turei for her brave and absolutely righteous statements against the persecution of Pot growers and dealers. She is entirely right.

527606_516032115105009_675887553_n-600x565That her comments are creating a stink among the ignorant and bigoted supporter of cannabis prohibition is a testimony to just how small minded and nasty many people are. The truth is, pot is much less dangerous than alcohol and it is the very height of bigotry for the wowzers to condemn pot yet reach over and put a bottle of wine or a box of beer into their trolley.

The fact that these hypocrites who have no conscience about using police brutality to impose their nasty bigotry upon others disgusts me to the very core. They pretend that legalization will bring the sky down upon our heads — it matters not that their oppression destroys much more families than drug abuse ever could; it matters not that the Police could be concentrating on catching thieves and violent offenders — what matters to these Nazis is that the state makes pot users suffer for their defiance.

 I must confess to virulently hating these Anti-freedom and oppressive scum.

May God forgive me.

They are the lowest of the low. They are in fact criminals, because they support the violation of other peoples rights and liberties. They support bad laws and tyranny.

Up your’s, prohibitionist scum!

Hate to break it to y’all but everyone is smoking up a storm! New Zealand tops the world in cannabis use; in spite of your nasty War on Drugs! Prohibition has not stopped anything! You simply waste police time and taxes.

You destroy the lives of peaceful people and push them into criminal associations.

 You must be some of the stupidest, pig-headed, and most malevolent people on earth.

EDITOR’S NOTE: Tim Wikiriwhi is running for office as mayor of the city of Hamilton, New Zealand.  The Transegoist Daily Journal endorses the candidacy of Tim Wikiriwhi.

FACEBOOK GENDER TOGGLER

o-FACEBOOK-570Editorial by Barbara Cornell.

Syndicated from Barbara Cornell’s personal blog.

It used to be very important to me that people understand me. I was, like every other youth in America,

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The thing that was vitally important for everyone to understand was that I was smart. It didn’t matter whatever else you understood as long as you knew I was smart. It didn’t even matter to me if you understood I was arrogant and condescending about my intelligence, so long as you knew I had a lot of it.

In college, people would see me and say, «There’s the girl who sets all the curves in all the classes!» just trying to be nice. And I would correct them, and make sure they understood that my scores were always eliminated, and the curve was always set on the second highest score. Because you needed to know how smart I was.

I studied engineering but … well, there were a lot of forks in the road and I ended up getting an accounting degree, which I mostly considered beneath me because I was smarter than all the others in those classes. I had a favorite story I liked to tell about how I refused to buy a $300 calculator for a business math class, choosing instead to solve all the annuity problems using actual math and the professor had to take my exams to the math department to have them graded. I had a copy of the most recent IQ test I’d taken, proving my IQ was way off the charts.

I began my career as an accountant only to find out that I would face life being called a secretary, because I was female, and I wasn’t a nurse or a school teacher, so therefor I must be a secretary. This pissed me off beyond measure. I was not a secretary. I was smarter than that. (I’ve since figured out that, if you get out of bed and make a significant contribution to your own survival every day by performing some honest labor, then you deserve some respect. It’s astounding how your 30’s pummel the hubris of your youth out of you.) I gave out my business card to anyone who would stand still long enough to have it foisted on them so that they could see I was a 20-something CFO.

In the years since, I’ve figured out that having the general population understand me is way overrated. If my few, close friends and the people who pay me understand the essentials, then that’s enough. Having the understanding of strangers isn’t really good for much of anything. Can’t eat it, can’t live in it, can’t trade it for new movies at Amazon.

I think we all understand, at some level, everyone else’s need to be understood for who they are, even if we can’t identify with the particulars.

FacebookMisunderstoodTake, for example, the transgender issue. I don’t actually understand it. I’m female. I’ve always been female. I exhibit some decidedly «masculine» characteristics (aggression, alpha-member domination tendencies, analytic approach, many others) but it’s never once occurred to me that I was anything other than female. Gender seems to me a pretty black/white, binary, minor kind of proposition, and knowing my gender has never once suggested to me that I should behave any way other than I do, but I understand there are others who believe differently about it, probably because they have different experiences. I get that. I don’t actually get the issue, but I get that it’s important to some that I understand it’s an issue for them.

What I do understand, though, is Facebook. I can’t recall the number of times I’ve read someone beating a drum loudly, demanding that Facebook recognize more than two genders and provide more options on the gender toggle button. (It’s about self-expression!)

Here’s what I know about Facebook: it’s a for profit sight, owned primarily by its staff and Mark Zuckerburg, whose sole purpose in life is to draw you to it so that the people who pay them for advertising space can sell you stuff.

Seems to me that demanding that Facebook understand your struggle for self expression is like storming into McDonald’s and demanding that they understand you are a corporate officer, not a secretary. They don’t care. They just want to know whether you want fries with that. Seems like if your family, close friends (and the people from whom you derive your living so far as it’s relevant to your rendering of services) understand that you don’t identify as either male or female that the rest of the world can just kiss your ass.

Seems to me that people take Facebook (and the «understanding» of the general public) way too seriously.

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