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One of the most astute professors in the United States once observed to me that “Stonewall” Jackson might possibly be the greatest American.  It is hard to argue against him.

There’s no challenging Jackson’s American character.  America in the European sense was founded by fanatics, the same people who ferociously opposed the lilt and ambiguity of Elizabethan culture.  “The people who banned Shakespeare,” as Jonathan Bowden critically but respectfully terms them.  Within that folk current Jackson had his single-minded absolute fundamentalist drive personally seared into his being through an early blight of tragedy and hardship–a path through life had yielded extreme scenes of childhood poverty as well as premature death among parents, first wife, and child.

He shared qualities with Melville’s Ahab yet felt the Christian God’s love deeply.  He was not reluctant to express a bounty of redeeming happiness and warmth.  The giddy young children of his hosts in Winchester delighted in riding him like a horse and staging play battles.  And Jackson loved his wife–his esposita–deeply.

But Jackson’s accomplishment in brutal determination stands unmeasured.  Patton with all his studied gusto and command could not equal the real Calvinist.

It almost is inaccurate to say that Jackson led an army during the Valley campaign unless one takes leadership in its most pure and brutal sense.  Jackson himself alone drove a manic chase after the Federal army–his soldiers and staff merely struggled to follow.

When Jackson observed the retreating Federal train from a hill overlooking Middletown, Virginia, his reaction was seamless.  He called the artillery and bombed men, animals, and wagons to Hell.


Liberalism is an unfounded belief.  It has its adherents insisting that their liberalism adds both to their altruism and their superiority.  They decline to note the actual record of their leadership and organization.  No matter what they can always talk down to us.  In this case someone made light of a racial division among potential clients of the current liberal coalition.  It’s sensitive to liberals and so they can only point and sputter rather than face it honestly.

Laura Ingraham Isn’t Sure If Obama Is Black

October 05, 2011 5:08 pm ET by Simon Maloy

Remember Laura Ingraham? She’s the back-up O’Reilly Factor guest-host who wrote a deliberately (it seemed) unfunny Barack Obama “diary” last year in which she described Michelle Obama as eating baby-back ribs at every meal.

Her grasp of race and politics has only grown stronger since then, and today on her radio show she wondered aloud if Herman Cain “would be the first black president, when you measure it by — because he doesn’t — does he have a white mother, white father, grandparents, no, right?”

Likewise in the next example.  Wherein A Less Advanced And Enthusiastic Liberal Hesitates To Celebrate Gender Reconstruction.  What these critics are saying is utterly intelligible: it is wholly within our choice how we interpret, promote, or limit gay sexual and cultural expression.

So what’s the noble and intelligent thing to do when someone observes the choice-driven quality of gay habit and expression? DENY DENY DENY RIDICULE RIDICULE RIDICULE.

Ex-Gay Advocates Urge Families To Reject Gay ‘Lifestyle’ And ‘Homofascism’ At Values Voter Summit

By Igor Volsky on Oct 7, 2011 at 12:00 pm

Advocates of ex-gay therapy are out in full force at this year’s Values Voter Summit in Washington, DC, reinforcing the notion that opposition to LGBT equality is rooted in the false belief that sexual orientation is a choice. Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays & Gays (PFOX) president Gregory Quinlan is passing out pamphlets at the event, and he told ThinkProgress’ Scott Keyes that families “don’t have to accept” the “lifestyle” choice of homosexuality. He claimed the major Republican presidential candidates agree with his group’s assessment.

Quinlan also condemned efforts to reduce ant-gay bullying in schools, arguing that “the homosexual agenda has used bullying as a wedge issue” to “bully others to promote their lifestyle and to promote their political agenda”:

QUINLAN: They have taken the issue of bullying, misused it, misapplied it, and are now pushing it as a civil rights issue for the homosexual agenda, which I think is totally wrong and ignores the problem of bullying…it’s a political propaganda tool. […]

Just because you have two or three beers doesn’t make you an alcoholic, any more than two or three same-sex experiences make you a homosexual. But they want to label you immediately, even if you have a gesture or an effeminate quality to yourself. It’s no!… This sexual anarchy, homofascism, it’s got to stop. It’s using kids as an experiment and we can’t use kids as an experiment for something a few people in society want to do.

Sexual anarchy has to stop?  Whoa, out-there comment!  Who isn’t thrilled about sexual anarchy?  Who can see any remote resemblance between the present setting and sexual anarchy?  Who can think of anything downside to sexual anarchy? Can you? Of course not!  Oh these ignorant rubes!

Helicopter Fed dollars boosted the drive to integrate and promote women in universities and hiring.  They have been very pliable and loyal clients of the multicultural welfare/warfare state.

The Democratic impulse reveals itself in the character of the Confederate Army

From Stonewall Jackson: The Man, The Soldier, The Legend. New York: Simon & Schuster, 1997, pp. 315-317:

Many of Loring’s officers paid no attention to reality.  They convinced themselves that prompt and sweeping remedial action had to be taken.  Colonel Samuel V. Fulkerson of the 37th Virginia took the lead.  A Mexican War veteran and respected jurist from southwestern Virginia, Fulkerson was a good soldier–up to a level of obedience.  What Loring’s command was having to endure was inhuman, Fulkerson concluded.  So he fired off a letter outside military channels to two friends, Confederate congressman Walter Preston and Waller Staples.  The soldiers, Fulkerson charged, had been subjected to an unnecessary and nonproductive winter campaign of indescribable hardship.  Now the men were struggling against additional deprivations at Romney for no sensible reason.  Morale was so low, Fulkerson asserted, he probably could not get a single man in his regiment to reenlist as long as the soldiers continued to suffer in Romney.

The Death of the Social Contract

J.W. Black on the decline:

Governments do not govern, schools don’t educate, jobs don’t produce, food doesn’t nourish, nations are not sovereign, wars are peace actions, money is fiat, books aren’t read, laws protect the criminal, medicine doesn’t heal, the information age has duped, journalism doesn’t inform, banks don’t lend, men are effeminate, women lead, homosexual is marriage, ignorance is normal, the two party system is a sham and the once powerful United States of America is scarcely ‘united’ on any issue. The social contract is dead.

The Grace of Will

The other day I asked my mom so many questions about truck repair she thought I was high.  That is not the point.  I am building a habit of responsibility and taking greater care of my most valuable and significant possessions.  The weed was a mere catalyst.

Tough and tricky times approach.  On network commentary a controlled media economist says to sell on the dollar and buy on “tractor and machine gun.”  On public television a controlled government economist points to Social Security and laments the lack of political will just to “deal with it.”  Barack Obama bangs the drum for his people to “Take off your bedroom slippers, put on your marching shoes.”  (Hasn’t his, uh, “black coalition” been doing that pretty visibly?)  Meanwhile great streaks of our people are lost in a blubbery bliss that drives them steadily toward a horrifyingly weak and apathetic suicide.

Two Worthwhile Poems



The Boutique of Misguided Perception

Gunnery Sergeant Brad Colbert:

I think we have this, um, this misguided perception that World War II was this, you know, the Good versus the Evil, very clear-cut.

It was messy and it was ugly and it was just as nasty and ruthless and vicious as what we have in the Middle East.  You just didn’t have a camera there.

From Carlo D’Este, Patton: A Genius for War, (New York: Harper Collins, 1995) pp. 696-697:

After the pincers of the First and Third Armies at last closed the famous Bulge on January 16, Patton drove to the shattered town of Houffalize.  While waiting for bulldozers to clear the highway, he said: ‘Little town of Houffalize, here you sit on bended knees.  God bless your people and keep them safe–especially from the RAF!” (a reference to an order given him earlier that the Third Army was not permitted to attack the town until the RAF was able to bomb the Germans out of Houffalize).  The devastation was worse than Bastogne, the absolute worst he had seen in this war.

Both moved and bitter, Patton composed a Christmas carol to the melody of “O, Little Town of Bethlehem”:

Oh little town of Houffalize
How still we see thee lie:
Above thy steep and battered streets
The aeroplanes sail by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Not any goddamned light
The hopes and fears of all thy years,
Were blown to hell last night.

Addendum: Sometimes white people go wild.  This crazy cracker made a respectful remark about the value of his time in relation to lunch and then addressed his speeding ticket struggles.