tips for surviving roving professional sociopaths
couple of hours ago i had yet another encounter with the badged criminals, one of which attempted in a rage — with matching vigor — to open my car door and get to me. why? he wasn't too nimble a verbal communicator, and sure didn't like what he was hearing (logical resistance). he was pissed, with clenched teeth, beady eyes, etc.
gotta wonder what sort of frothing psycho-boy not only behaves that way when a freeborn man simply refuses to allow him to be an on-the-fly mobile legislative body spewing nonsensical authoritarian rat piss, but does so knowing that i had a glock within easy reach... and is the watch commander. that's just butt stupid, on his part and those who promoted his moronic ass.
anyway, here's the lesson for the cool cats out there who've not had as many relevant vehicular dances with the psycho class as i:- lock all doors and keep them locked.
- do not roll down any window far enough for one of the apes to get his arm through and unlock a door.
- resist with questions every command for you to change that status.
here are reasons cops give for wanting your window rolled down fully:- important for communication. [nonsense; when you go to one of their fortresses you're expected to communicate through something as telling as vent slits mounted in thick glass. one police station last month, the dispatcher simply opened up the document tray so we could speak through that air gap. treat them the same way. they can hear fine. far as the window goes, if you can hear them, they can hear you. if they can't hear you through a 4" gap, rolling down the window further isn't going to help.]
- they want to be able to smell the inside of the car, and your breath. [fuck 'em. let them get a warrant; you'll wait.]
- if a window is tinted, you could be blocking the view of a nearby weapon. [i don't tint my windows. if your driver window's tinted, that could be a tough one to get around.]
a reason the cops will generally not give is that you having your window down makes it easy for them to escalate; instead of smashing your window because you aren't obeying some "law" they just pulled out of their asses, they're doing the same thing you do — unlocking/opening the door — except in their case with a general license to be an asshole.
notable thing about this creep trying to remove the car as a barrier; once he realized that avenue was closed to him, he reevaluated. his attempt to open my door was a clear violation of even the wretched power supposedly allotted him (by magic), obviously the flash reaction of an ill-tempered boy of age 50+. had my door been unlocked, who knows where i'd be right now instead of sitting in my car in a different parking lot, writing this, gun unmolested and still by my side.Labels: guns, undercolor molesters
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Heroic HallelujahHallelujah
Posted by Lew Rockwell at September 29, 2008 01:12 PMWhat a heroic day! The people rose up against a coalition of every evil group in America: the central bank, Wall Street plutocrats, politicians, banksters, think tanks (including the pseudo-libertarian sort), big media, big academia, and big business, and won. Today we got a taste of what things may look like when the regime is finally toppled, and its theft and killing stopped. The Austrian economists are vindicated again, as is Rothbard's political analysis, and our pizza party for Mises's birthday today look on an especially festive air. The bad guys may yet beat us, but how sweet to see the CNBC types running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Now let's get to work to defend the free market and sound money, and finger the Fed and all who support it as the culprits. Oh, and by the way, congratulations, Ron Paul.
only days later, the obvious has been provided enough cover (i.e., loud displays of hand wringing) for execution.
better advice than lew rockwell's: begin practicing peaceful eugenics. i
would add that you should go to mises.org and read sean corrigan's blog post from the day after lew's LRC premature ejaculation, but — whadya fawkin know —
not there anymore! shocker. can still be read word for word
here though. (for damned good reason it was not truncated with a continuation link to the original site.) thanks to Brian N., who emailed me of the post's disappearance. more on this later, of course, but as my preacher dad used to sign off, "goodnight, god bless you, and
maranatha!" (or something)
nah, not good enough. maybe the
29 sept 2008 version of stephen carson has the stuff:
A Crucial Lesson of the Bailout Victory
Posted by Stephen Carson at September 29, 2008 05:08 PMI was reading Glenn Greenwald's gloomy assessment of the prospect that the bailout would get passed despite everyone's objections and it made me think that there is a crucial lesson of this wonderful development that should not be missed.
As Murray Rothbard, JRR Tolkien, the Bible and so many others have counseled: Do not give in to despair!
Among other important reasons is that you might just win despite seemingly insurmountable odds. But if you don't even try there really is no hope.
go and sin no more! and remember, "try" means "operate through the state". [insert bullshit latin signoff to be ignored.]Labels: derailleur, douche patrol, state worship
sean corrigan in da hizzy
recommended — sean corriganOveregging the PuddingIn his latest piece, Frank Shostak approvingly quoted Jeff Tucker's earlier rhapsody as follows:-
But as wonderful as the daily shifts and movements are, what really inspires are the massive acts of creative destruction such as when old-line firms like Lehman and Merrill melt before our eyes, their good assets transferred to more competent hands.... This is the kind of shock and awe we should all celebrate. It is contrary to the wish of all the principal players and it accords with the will of society as a whole and the dictate of the market that waste not last and last. No matter how large, how entrenched, how exalted the institution, it is always vulnerable to being blown away by market forces -- no more or less so than the lemonade stand down the street.
While I approve of the sentiments, I am forced to demur at their application.
"More competent hands"? Do me favour! More like hands privileged with more political clout, greater regulatory support and enshrouded in more opaque accounting regulations...
JPM has more risk on its books than any other (large) bank in America, both numerically and proportionately, yet it has somehow come thru' with shining colours. Was this all due to the superlative entrepreneurial skill of its management? It hardly seems likely. Citi paid an enormous price to buy a hedge fund manager who promptly closed his old shop the minute the embarrassed departure of his 'dancing queen' predecessor left him in charge. BoA? Well, who knows whose mess it was they were actually covering up when they took on that nest of vipers which was Countywide?
Nor have Merrill's assets been 'transferred to more competent hands' either - they have been bailed into a more friendly fold where the same senior managers who got them into the mess (and who were probably selling much of their exposure to their new co-managers over the past few years) will still reap fabulous remuneration as the guiding lights of the new bastard offspring.
The US Govt has effectively decided that its corporatist national champions in the coming forced consolidation will be JPM, Citi, BoA and now GS and Morgan Stanley - the latter pair newly transformed into banks where the teat of succour runs more profusely, and where the Fed/FDIC accounting regulations are less onerous than those of the SEC; where they can sit, jaws agape waiting, not to be explicitly bailed out from their funding difficulties, but to pick up cheap deposits from the authorities at the expense of an arbitrary denial of the contractual rights of debt and stock holders in those small fry firms who are seized the moment they totter.
I have to say this next piece of special pleading also made me involuntarily spit my Assam half way across the room:
'Only a few weeks ago, we saw that the liquidation of a large bank such as Lehman Brothers and the sale of Merrill Lynch did not cause massive disruptions. In fact, the adjustment was swift and almost invisible. The reason for the smooth adjustment is that the market was allowed to do its job. If government and Fed bureaucrats had tried to intervene with bailouts, the whole process would have taken much longer and would have been very costly in terms of real resources.'
No massive disruptions?!? A 'swift and almost invisible adjustment'? The god of the market doing its work?
We had a $200 billion run on money funds; a plunge in many commodity prices; a jump in credit risk premiums to unprecedented levels; renewed stresses at regional banks; bail outs in all of the UK, Russia, Iceland, Denmark, Belgium, Germany and, effectively, Ireland; a near global criminalisation of short selling; wild and damaging gyrations in foreign exchange; what is feared will be the decimation of whole cohorts of hedge funds (many of whom have not only had their business model outlawed but had their assets frozen at Lehman, their prime broker); a further freeze of money and capital markets; the launch of government stock support schemes in Asia and, even before yesterday's rout, what I think is now in excess of $1 trillion of global central bank injections to try - so far to no effect - to prevent the whole house of cards falling in one quick heap!
I confess that I don't quite see where the 'free market' was at work in any of this. Moreover, I should well imagine that it might just prove 'very costly in terms of real resources', indeed, by the time its ramifications become clear. As Fritz Machlup once wrote: "the bust always starts as a monetary crisis and then becomes a real one".
To call a spade a spade, Lehman was an ill-judged gamble at restoring a little macho credibility to a team which had swung drunkenly between paying handsomely for Bear to be folded into JPM, putting FNM/FRE into 'conservatorship' (whatever THAT actually means in practice), semi-rescuing AIG, summarily dumping Lehman (on the ludicrous grouds that, unlike the others, the market 'could see it coming;!), brokering a Merrill wedding, elevating Goldman to unimpeachability, expropriating WaMu debtors, then taking over Wachovia as a fictional 'open bank'.
All of this, too, despite a long litany of expressed false optimism and prevarication, not to mention the subtle diplomatic pressure aimed at inveigling America's long-suffering foreign creditors into pouring more money into these sumps of moral corruption and managerial ineptitude. Failing a positive response from their would-be 'marks', the authorities themselves have meanwhile broken every rule and violated every custom in the urge to lend to them on ever easier terms, all without once demanding that they account consistently for what is on their books as a quid pro quo.
Therefore, to add to liquidity problems, deep suspicions about the asset side of the balance sheet, and worries about the future income stream, all this flip-flopping has now engendered an even more debilitating opaqueness about the regulatory treatment of the whole legal ranking of liabilities, to the extent that proper market solutions seem, sadly, ever more remote.
So while you might cheer all this, let's not pretend that it has been serene and untroubled or else our ideological foes are going to be able to strike back to good effect by quoting such La-la land outpourings of joy when the bankers' problems become those of a whole host of otherwise blameless enterprises and families, as they inevitably will.
In a ringing condemnation of Wall St welfare I am fourquare behind you: in singing false paeans to an impossibly Panglossian reading of events and in trying to gloss over the wrenching - if ultimately salutary - consequences of a collapse, I suggest you are being naively counterproductive.
Our enemies are on the run, so a little less hysteria and a deal more calm ratiocination and sober exegesis might prove far more profitable than all these ill-judged - and, frankly, jejune - bromides which are being loosed off willy-nilly by people who - judging from both the blog and the mailist - are in many cases not in anyway current with either the institutional framework, the policy implications, or the international repercussions of what is going on and who (perhaps understandably) reveal themselves to be totally unversed in the perverse functioning of modern financial markets, for all these commentators undoubted academic brilliance.
It seems that a sizeable faction of the Mises group has become so intoxicated at the chance of getting a date at last with the girl of its dreams, that it has dipped too deeply in the punchbowl of 'I told you so' and has ended up goosing her mother instead, in front of all the family. Come on guys, get real - and leave the empty hosannahs to the Collectivists!
I am sorry if this sounds abrasive, but I strongly feel that, in many instances, the rush to print is being mirrored by a rush of blood and I fear that immoderate language and the blind quotation of Misesian scripture during what is clearly one of THE great upheavals of our irretreviably flawed monetary and political system can only be to the detriment of the cause over the longer haul.
Labels: derailleur, dollar death
The Company That Runs Everything*
raving on the phone today, i semi-involuntarily quoted
this article o' mine. this week's as good a time (until next year and the year after that) to recycle it.
The natural question to be asked regarding this proposal is, "What company will be chosen as The Company — the one entity which can smoothly envelop all existing companies while being trusted to deliver for the consumer?"
I submit that the natural choice, although there may be a constitutional hurdle or two, is the Federal Government of the United States of America. Just think about it. Most of the foundation is already in place, including convenient payment in exponential proportion (huzzah!) to your income, complete lack of itemization on your bill, and a fair distribution of the burden among all citizens.
Why does that ring a bell?
onward christian soldiers!
ignore more buttonLabels: constitution, lincoln, monopolistic incompetence, state worship
wouldn't it be funny if...
...the bible were true
and sarah palin is the antichrist? much as i doubt the first part of that, the more i read about this palin power-obsessed asshole, i'm getting major hunch for the second. who's with me? could it be?
i predict that major disaster will befall the goonited states in the next presi-rat term, and that the nasty creepy-slimy say-anything whore will be at the heart of it.
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good leftists and good rightists
these LRC people must be smoking crack.
probable crack-smoker anthony gregory:
I've dreamed of this: The good leftists and good rightists all agreeing on gutting the empire, dismantling the national security state and ratcheting back the profligate corporatism. Anti-Fed and anti-war, a wonderful, cross-spectrum, short-term American populist program that would do away with the worst of the national leviathan. [...]
there is only one non-evil political position, and it is voluntarism. calling any "leftist" or "rightist" good is pathetic groping horse shit — what cato-wannabe gregory has dreamed of. neither ralph nader nor any "leftist"/"rightist" will agree to gut the empire; he merely wants to direct it toward his pet tyrannies.
wake the fuck up, dirtbag children. most of these LRC dipshits are so thoroughly bred into horse race federal bullshit they'll never get outside. it shows in far too many ways. the american revolution myths taught them by their daddies have done their damage. apparently, they will always seek resolution through the system and method that promotes death. won't work — though it's a damned tempting fantasy, pushing a "liberty" button and taking over the initiated force jukebox.Labels: derailleur, douche patrol
drug boy charley
oh the havoc these crime syndicate frootloops create pretending it's their concern what other people smoke, shoot, snort, whatever. minding my goddamned business at a paid WiFi hotspot early this morning, a drug bust attempt — complete with at least 6 cop cars staffed by delusional control freaks — descended upon the previously peaceful parking lot and some poor sap parked one row over. wasn't good enough that when i left the parking lot i
checked in with one of the cops on my way out; these incompetent fucks decided it was better to let me get down the road a bit so they could light/siren me and run the usual roadside scam (i.e., driver "license" required by force if in a moving vehicle, even if the stop wasn't traffic related).
the reaction i get regularly from these bozos is solid evidence of what compliant children they normally interact with. they're mystified by moral logical resistance. don't even feel like getting into it right now, but here's the kicker: according to the watch commander and the primary drug bust guy when i went to the police station to complain and question their supposed legal position (based on their incompetence — shocker), the guy who pulled me over was the same guy i checked in with when leaving the parking lot (couldn't see inside his darkened car when i was talking to him from my car, with my interior light on as a "courtesy"). almost unbelievable hack stupidity from these official goons. over what? two teenaged wanks apparently wanted to score some weed. who gives a flying fuck? the irrelevancy troops! an aging bald geek fuck was in the same parking lot as the presumed weed seller, dammit!
moronic.
powerfully enlightening to hear the uniformed criminals reply when their real position as criminal syndicalists is highlighted. they are aghast. they are falsely bemused — incredulous. and barely a one of them knows/follows the "law" he swore to uphold. he knows he gave orders that are not being "obeyed" (yes they really use that word).
BTW, at least two of the three "suspects" at the scene allegedly consented to be searched. the guy in the vehicle consented to have that searched along with himself. never give consent to be searched by the crime gang. in nearly every case you lose nothing in the refusal. they can yap their bullshit; you protect yourself. "cooperate" with the neanderthal fucks and they'll soon want to know why your grandmother favored chocolate cakes when baking, which apparently carried over to your obvious penchant for pot brownies. you do like pot brownies. if you didn't, why would you have a toothbrush on your front seat?
bleh. fuck you, evil pigs. evil pigs who threatened to break my window and drag me out of the car (that must be a thrill) if i didn't do the "ID" submission dance. why ID? good question, and it's one that i asked. according to the mumbling goombah pig's illogic, my ID would tell them why i was in the parking lot of the paid WiFi hotspot. he wasn't happy hearing me note the painful obvious — that my ID contained no such information, and that his hamfisted insistence was obviously nothing but an obedience/domination/fishing exercise.
interesting exchange back at the station, when i asserted that my safety was way more at risk than those of the uniformed goons. the primary incident "officer" launched a stepped rebuttal about how i never read in the paper of them shooting people willy nilly, but cops are regularly shot during traffic stops. the momentum decreased when i noted by name (in the form "i know you killed [_______ _______]") a defenseless peaceful man his department murdered with impunity.
reply: "i didn't kill him." (then the admonition that i shouldn't believe anything i read in the newspaper — the source he'd just referred to as evidence that cops are more at risk than their victims.)
last week when a watch commander elsewhere told me of the marked danger of their "job", i asked if he knew where cops regularly placed in the BLS top ten highest-fatality-rate american occupations. when i supplied the answer ("absent"), he implied that i was full of it. those pesky crime syndicate stats; they don't even help the syndicalists where it counts.
i'll probably write more on this subject generally, but here's something highly disturbing i've noticed from my many cop stops in the last few years, and it's what i confronted these cops at the station with tonight: the modern cop definition of suspicion — of criminal activity — is what he doesn't know. have lost count of the times i've sat in my car listening to all the woes that will befall the world because i refuse the "papers please" dance of bullshit. why?
he doesn't know if i'm a terrorist.
he doesn't know if i'm a burglar.
he doesn't know if i'm a stalker.
he doesn't know if i'm a serial murderer.
some can keep at that for about 7 items. things he does not know! that's what these decrepit assholes now consider RAS (reasonable articulable suspicion). without my ID they don't know if i'm "wanted". without my ID they don't know all sorts of shit, jack. and that is fucking "suspicious".
when it's pointed out to these poser fools that what they've described is merely the rough definition of any stranger, as applicable to most everybody driving by as to me, there's a quick pause, then...
"right. i don't know. that's my point."
he's won. you cannot argue successfully when the audience is 100% gun-toting dullard/brigand.
congratulations, inarticulate assholes and breakers of the edicts you swear upon. you've won. now go plunk down a ten-spot on that football pool, piggy, just before you go out and arrest someone for "illegal" gambling. why? because you're just doing your job, and that's all you're doing. oh, and give your goddamned sleazebag yenta cunt wife one of those velvet-lined leather wallets with the wife badge in it for when she gets pulled over. "law"!
the law.Labels: coercionists, dishonor, monopolistic incompetence, undercolor molesters
new whore on the block
RINO dickweed sarah palin will apparently read as her own whatever filth is put before her with enough dog food attached to it. yet as with every "US" presidential election, my only concern is what voice i'll find less annoying in the few seconds before i'm able to reach the dial during a "news" ambush. hmmmm... skin whore and psycho douchebag cunt, or RINO poser/traitor and his lipstick'd lapdog with the bad SNL accent?
tough one. i want to never hear another word from any of these simpleton-sucking liar/whores. fools cheering this grade F preening horse shit deserve a kick in their empty nutsacks.
ignore more buttonLabels: coercionists, emperor factory, government dumb
Ron Jeremy: My Life as a Porn Star
what red-blooded american boy doesn't admire ron jeremy, ultimate disgusting pig porn star with the kickass personality (labeled "the thinking man's porn star" by adam carolla)?
Time magazine interview promoting
his recent book.
think you're not familiar with ron jeremy? if you've seen more than a couple 80s porns, you're familiar with ron jeremy. been a fan since his cameo on conan years ago with a bunch of other humor-appreciating porn actors. his appearances on loveline.
for a laugh, check out his IMDb filmography.Labels: movies
how'd i miss this?
a
blog dedicated to misty may's ass. sadly, dear misty no longer carries the form of her wonder years, but here's one of my faves from the nostalgia file:

speech fails me.Labels: neato
professional liberty pissers
last night at a paid WiFi hotspot i was again surrounded by multiple cop cars and harangued by career gun-toting morons under the sick delusion that whatever bullshit fantasy spills from their mouths is "law". as usual, their feathers were ruffled by a freeborn man refusing to produce "justify your existence" papers while sitting in a parked car. this one ended slightly differently though.
seeing that the badged children were suffering from lack of supervision, i requested that they call their watch commander for a site visit. the difference in this case is that the watch commander remembered me from last year (we had a 30-min phone conversation where i bitched about his "officers"), and apparently told them over the phone that if they didn't have anything on me they should leave me alone and clear the fuck out. didn't hear this from them, of course.
in a rare fit of sensibility (after speaking with the watch commander via phone), one of the cops came over and asked if i could demonstrate that i was logged in to the service in question. i did so, and also offered to log out and log back in as he observed. he declined. i asked for an ETA on the watch commander and was told that he wasn't going to show; they were leaving. then they ran away talking the usual trash about how they weren't going to stick around and argue with me (regarding their pile of manifestly false allegations of "law"), to which i responded correctly that they didn't want to argue with me because they know they're wrong.
the watch commander did show up by himself a bit later, and he told me that while he didn't agree with my claim that his subordinates were lying, he acknowledged without reservation that they were misinformed, he needed to review procedures/law with them, and in light of the admissions from them that i was free to go and they suspected me of no crime, they were out of line sticking around hassling me in a pissing contest — precisely why he'd told them to get lost. he said that they must remember there are liberties they may not cross. he even said that they need to be more familiar with the constitution. ha! he said the C word.
shocked. when's the last time you heard a cop say that?Labels: constitution, monopolistic incompetence, undercolor molesters