Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens

The latest on the Minstrel Show in Richmond:

The Virginia Legislative Black Caucus has called on Lieutenant Governor Justin Fairfax to resign. They were one of the last holdouts in the Democrat Party still supporting the lieutenant governor, so Mr. Fairfax basically has no political supporters left. That alone should seal his fate, but the Democrats in the House of Delegates are also preparing articles of impeachment against him if he doesn’t resign by tomorrow, as they have demanded.

As for Governor Coonman, he’s still hanging in there. He’s vowed to leave the party and become an independent if necessary, in order to hold onto his office. However, the NAACP has now called on him to resign because of the WAYCIST picture in his med school yearbook, so his position is getting shakier.

The main protection for the governor is the fact that Attorney General Mark Herring is also admittedly guilty of wearing blackface, which means that he, too, would have to resign. The imminent fall of the lieutenant governor means that the last man standing in the chain of succession would then be Speaker of the House of Delegates Kirk Cox, who is not only white, but — gasp! — a Republican. He would become the interim governor, pending a special election. So my bet is that the Democrats will allow Northam to hang in there as a vestigial figurehead, devoid of any real political power.

But who knows? The whole mess has attained its own momentum, with its own internal dynamics, so anything can happen.

I must go pop another big bowl of popcorn — this farce may go on for quite a while longer.

Thanks to Nash Montana for the meme pic.

Beclowned in Virginny

The Baron has been compiling a file of material and links on the ongoing Governor Coonman crisis. To entertain himself he includes nicknames, side remarks, etc. of his own composition. I’ve become alarmed, because it seemed he might crack a rib from laughing at everything, so I thought I’d better post this and put his mind at rest.

Note: I’ve redacted some of the naughtier soubriquets.

  • Governor Ralph Northam (white Democrat) a.k.a. Coonman

    Had a photo of someone in blackface & the KKK in his med school yearbook. Admitted putting shoe polish on his face to do a Michael Jackson act, including a moonwalk.

  • Lieutenant Governor Justin Fairfax (black Democrat), a.k.a. Junior Assistant [Clown]man

    A woman named Vanessa Tyson, also black, accused him of forcing her to perform oral sex on her years ago. He says the act was consensual.

  • Attorney General Mark Herring (white Democrat) a.k.a. Ras[cal] Honky

    Told Gov. Coonman he should resign after the scandal broke. Later admitted wearing blackface to mimic his favorite rapper.

  • Next in line: Speaker of the House of Delegates Kirk Cox (white Republican)
     
  • Supporting cast: Virginia Rep. Bobby Scott (black Democrat), a.k.a. Congressman [Clown]

    In 2017 Ms. Tyson told his office about Justin Fairfax’s alleged molestation of her. Bobby Scott also has a #MeToo shadow in his past.

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Merkel Legos Become Merkel Chairs

You’ve got to admire the Germans — when life hands them lemons, they make lemonade. Or, in this particular, case, it hands them Merkel Legos and they make Merkel Chairs.

German pedestrians no longer have to suffer the presence of those ugly concrete bollards — a.k.a. “jihad barriers”, “Koran blocks”, or “Merkel Legos” — they can sit on them instead!

Here’s a brief summary by MissPiggy of this exciting project:

Not Satire — Mario Pitsch and his business partner Oliver Schau, from Chemnitz, have converted concrete barriers that are intended to protect busy squares into imaginative seating furniture, and won the German Design Award for it.

The barriers, which originally had a bad image, are brilliantly changed into brightly-colored street furniture.

One wag on Twitter said:

The color red is practical: you will not see the blood so well!

Sources:

A New, Improved Minstrel Show in Virginia

I must admit I was disappointed when Dr. Ralph Northam (D) was elected governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia. After he won the election in 2017 I mostly averted my face from the goings-on in Richmond — it just wasn’t interesting enough to watch.

Then last month he voiced his support for a bill that would legalize abortion in Virginia up to and beyond the point of childbirth. Now, that got my attention.

But yesterday he really rose in my approval when it emerged that his yearbook page from med school contained a photo of a man in blackface next to another man in a Klan outfit. And later in the day it was revealed that his nickname as an undergrad was “Coonman” — that’s when my regard for him was heightened even further. I mean, how could you NOT love a guy named Coonman?

Then today my esteem for Dr. Northam reached stratospheric levels. It seems he woke up this morning and said to himself, “I’ll check my memory and I’ll check it quick, yes I will.” His enhanced recollection of the yearbook photo informed him that neither the cove in blackface nor the Klan guy was in fact he. However, in the interest of full disclosure, he allowed as to how that many years ago he had darkened his face to play the part of Michael Jackson in a theatrical production of some sort.

That’s when I decided that I wanted Ralph Northam to remain the governor of our sovereign commonwealth in perpetuity. Virginia needs a man like him at the helm.

In honor of the occasion, I’ve put together this meme pic:

I hope Coonman resists the calls (by both Democrats and Republicans) to resign, and toughs it out for the whole four years. Then after that he can follow the usual career path to the U.S. Senate. And from there, who knows? He could very well be presidential material…

If you want to see the now-famous yearbook photo of Rastus and the Grand Kleagle, visit virtually any MSM site; it’s the hottest story of the day. This CBS article, for example.

A Greater Wreck Than the Hesperus

JLH has torqued a well-known poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to produce this synecdoche for current events in the squalid politics of Washington D.C.

Update: JLH’s stanza on typhus has been added.

A Greater Wreck Than the Hesperus

by JLH
(with apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

It was the Speaker, Nancy,
Who cruised the House’s aisles,
With lies upon her lips,
All covered up with smiles.

She’d gone from strength to strength,
Buoyed up by voter fraud.
Her funny little ways
Becoming downright odd.

Her city awash in culture,
And feces in its streets,
The rich and poor estranged,
And ne’er the twain should meet.

Yet meet they may, and very soon,
In ERs everywhere
For governing rats bring typhus rats,
Just to keep things fair.

The massive camps of homeless
Lined up on heating grates
Were, by themselves, not quite enough
To expand the electorate.

So though she’d already voted yea,
Had had no objection at all,
She prepared now to leave her body behind
To block the hated Wall.

It wasn’t only the votes, my dears,
But the principle of the thing.
And the principle in this case
Was giving The Donald a ding.

“What’s good for Chuck and Nancy
Is good for the country too.
Forget what you think we told you once;
Just believe what we tell you to.”

Then up spoke an old representative,
With the experience of many years.
The Wall was perhaps not so much to hate
As other things were to fear.

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Salvini: Crazy Like a Fox – Or an Italian

This is why I got a Matteo Salvini t-shirt for the Baron for Christmas:

What is the Italian equivalent for “joie de vivre”?? Salvini has it. His cup is full and running over.

Dr. Turley’s assessment of other leaders’ risks is spot on. TPTB don’t like populists. But regular folks do indeed like the way things are going in countries that don’t want to surrender to the EU machine.

TRUMP — or, I’m a better man than you are, Gunga Din

TRUMP
or
I’m a better man than you are, Gunga Din

by JLH, with apologies to Rudyard Kipling

You may talk of love and truth
When you woo the voting booth
And primary in your little, local race,
But bigger races need the dollar
And you are glad to wear the collar
Of anyone who helps you keep the pace.
Thus it happens in the U.S.,
In that political noisomeness,
Where the voters’ hopes have often flared and died.
Of all the Machiavellian crew
Who have swum that fiscal brew,
Just one has kept his head above the tide.

And it’s Trump! Trump! Trump!
How the hell did you make that jump?
Now stop this awful farce.
Don’t say things that we can’t parse
And go back to being the old, familiar Trump.

Tie is red, shirt white,
Suit blue both day and night,
Unless he’s going golfing with some friends.
So he’s red and white and blue,
And what he wants to do
Is help this ailing country try to mend.
The economy was failing,
And the middle class was flailing,
From eight socialist years of derring-do-do.
“Oh is there even one
Who’ll do more than simply run,
And, if elected, find something good to do?”

So it’s Trump! Trump! Trump!
Now that you’ve made the jump,
Make it pay, once more, to work,
Never mind the greedy jerks,
Who earn their obscene wages from the Sump.

He won and started work,
Unmindful of what lurks
And slithers in the corridors of power.
His thoughts are on the job.
Disdainful of the mob,
He focuses on using every hour.
He has both wealth and fame
And will spend them in the name
Of raising up the “deplorable” working class.
He takes no pay except for thanks
Moves lightly as a Patton tank,
And leaves his mark wherever he may pass.

So it’s Trump! Trump! Trump!
Pay no mind to Nancy Frump
Or her comrade, Cheesy Chuck,
Who are roiling in the muck.
Sail over them and you’ll hardly feel a bump.

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Denmark Creates Its Own Gitmo

This post is really just an excuse to celebrate the Danes. It’s one country Shakespeare got wrong:

This isn’t breaking news, but it’s a welcome account nonetheless.

For many years Denmark has been voted the happiest country. It’s probably true and this direct approach to problems is a good example of their in-born cheerfulness. [No, Søren Kierkegaard doesn’t count.]

Besides being a handsome bunch, the Danish have a delightful sense of humor. Not to mention their cigarettes, beer, 1,000 kinds of real licorice, and countless candles in the cold shivering dark of winter. Danes exemplify the maxim about lighting a candle instead of cursing the darkness, though they probably do both.

Remember that video clip collection made of Obama’s clichéd encomia about small countries? BHO said of each nation in turn, as they appeared at state visits to the White House, that they all “punched above their weight”. The Danish creator of that video kept a straight face, making Obama look even more vacuous than usual.

Now that Denmark is sending its law-breaking “refugees” to an island off Copenhagen, they can join us in having their very own Gitmo. So congratulations, Denmark! But admit it: if you didn’t have that handy escape valve of the bridge leading to Sweden, the island would become over-crowded right quick.

Nonetheless, three cheers for the Danes! When I die, I’m coming back as a Dane.

How Can I Miss You When You Won’t Leave?

The Insufferable Inchoate Obama Is STILL Here…Obama bloviates. Say that real fast three times and you might end up with “Obama Oblivates”.

He is by turns condescending, predictable, and always, always arrogant. Without his script, he can barely string two coherent words together – unless he’s putting down those he hates:

This Thanksgiving I celebrate the absence of Obama. Or at least I would do if he’d just stutter off the stage and leave us be.

Here’s my theme song for Obama:

I’m grateful for y’all, every single one. And for Trump’s amazing aim. Doesn’t always hit the bulls-eye, but he’s still armed for the deal. And still cleaning up the mess Barry Soetero left. Royalty never has to clean up after itself…even if the man is only a royal pain in the gluteus maximus.

Let’s Even the Odds

In this episode, Dr. Turley covers the American petition to get White House press credentials for Alex Jones so he can sit next to CNN’s infamously rude microphone hog, Jim Acosta. Frankly, I don’t understand why Alex Jones has to have special permission to gain press access nor why a sitting president isn’t allowed to rein in the perfervid jornolistos appearing at the White House on his time.

Here’s a link to the book Turley mentions and the (edited) introductory blurb from Amazon:

Kill All Normies: Online Culture Wars From 4Chan And Tumblr To Trump And The Alt-Right

Recent years have seen a revival of the heated culture wars of the 1990s, but this time its battleground is the internet. On one side the alt-right ranges from the once obscure neo-reactionary and white separatist movements to geeky subcultures like 4chan, to more mainstream manifestations such as the Trump-supporting gay libertarian, Milo Yiannopolous. On the other side, a culture of struggle sessions and virtue signaling lurks behind a therapeutic language of trigger warnings and safe spaces. The feminist side of the online culture wars has its equally geeky subcultures right through to its mainstream expression. Kill All Normies explores some of the cultural genealogies and past parallels of these styles and subcultures, drawing from transgressive styles of 60s libertinism and conservative movements, to make the case for a rejection of the perpetual cultural turn.

For Americans, here’s the petition you can sign. They need a hundred thousand signatures by mid-December to have any impact.

The Crap Is Out Of The Bag

The latest op-ed from the popular German columnist Hans Heckel concerns the growing ranks of countries that are refusing to sign the UN’s migration pact (Bulgaria declared against it today, if I’m not mistaken).

Many thanks to JLH for translating this piece from Preußische Allgemeine Zeitung:

The Crap Is Out Of The Bag

How the Austrians are messing up Berlin’s plans; Why foreigners are racists; And why the Italians need to be knocked for a loop.

The Week in Review, with Hans Heckel

November 10, 2018

It’s really annoying. The plan was to be quiet and secret, under the radar: sneak the “Global Pact for a Secure and Regular Immigration” into position with no attention paid publicly. No debating! That would answer questions that can only be answered evasively, if the cat is to be kept in the bag.

Now this plan is in tatters. Is anyone surprised that that it was those devious Austrians again? They pulled the plug, and a flood of unpleasant questions spewed into German public attention.

To be sure, the USA and Australia had already rejected the “Immigration Pact” that was to be signed on December 10th in Marrakesh. Hungary followed suit, and doubts grew in Poland, the Czech Republic, Croatia, Slovenia and Switzerland. But who are they really? All rightist populists!

Austria is more complicated. Austrian Chancellor Sebastian Kurz is considered a fellow party member of the German CDU/CSU. As is Hungary’s Viktor Orbán — at least officially.

Only when Kurz formally rejected the pact did Berlin really get nervous. Then, the first CDU politicians found things a little too hot. The Interior Affairs expert Marian Wendt does not want the federal government to sign the pact. Instead, he asks for a “factual debate.” A “factual debate” — that would be something new. He offers the best of reasons for this daring stroke. Because otherwise the rightist populists would set the tone of the debate. The title of this situation should be: If the “rightists” hadn’t created the opportunity, no one would be asking about it at all.

The Foreign Office under Heiko Maas intends to take the field against “false claims” about the pact. One such false claim is that the pact contains obligations. Well, sure, some persnickety analysts searched the text and turned up the words “obligate” or “obligation” used 87 times. Which, however, in no way obliges Heiko Maas to admit such obligations. And in a sense, he is right. Rather than an obligation, the UN Immigration Pact is more a kind of chute on which the countries of Europe and North America will slowly slide into accepting anyone at all, en masse.

What is the great objective? The late Immigration Commissioner Peter Sutherland divulged it years ago: The national cultures of Europe are to be overcome — that is, semi-hollowed out and flattened (as PAZ reported). Since not everyone wants to hear that, the slide path has been chosen for the Immigration Pact.

It will be crucial to keep the “factual debate” free of critical objections. That’s the way to go. According to the AfD’s constitutional expert Dietrich Murswiek even using the expression “overwhelmed by immigrants” could lead to being accused of anti-constitutional actions. So be careful of what you think out loud, when you have not heard a single German word on the march through your own city district.

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A League of Wilson’s Notions

This Al Stewart’s (more interesting) version of what went down at the infamous Versailles Treaty after the armistice.

That would be the first global appearance of Progressive Woodrow Wilson, who certainly didn’t impress Europe.

A much more interesting treaty was this one:

The Sèvres treaty marked the beginning of the partitioning of the Ottoman Empire, and its dismemberment. The terms it stipulated included the renunciation of all non-Turkish territory and its cession to the Allied administration.[6] Notably, the ceding of Eastern Mediterranean lands allowed the creation of new forms of government, including Mandatory Palestine and the French Mandate for Syria and the Lebanon.[7]

The terms of the treaty stirred hostility and nationalist feeling amongst Turks. The signatories of the treaty were stripped of their citizenship by the Grand National Assembly led by Mustafa Kemal Atatürk,[8] and this ignited the Turkish War of Independence. In that war, Atatürk led the Turkish nationalists to defeating the combined armies of the signatories of the Treaty of Sèvres, including the remnants of the Ottoman Empire. In a new treaty, that of Lausanne in 1923, Turkish sovereignty was preserved through the establishment of the Republic of Turkey.

The map is enlightening.

As Al Stewart says, so cynically, “pax vobiscum”.