The Friday hawt chicks & links is aware that it skipped a week last week. The thing is, the thing is … this new format is hard to pull together in a single week when you’re working a full time job that is not in any way restricted to the usual worker’s paradise regimen of a 40 hour work week. I will try to get this out every week; emphasis on the word try. But every second week might have to be the go-to format. We shall see.
Events are proving interesting; as always, 2020 is the putrid gift that keeps on taking. The US election is not far off and true to my promise I have not written about it this time. I am content to let others do that because whereas in 2016 the road was clear for those who chose to look, this time it is a murky bowl stained beyond recognition. The enemy in 2016 was haughty, vain and overconfident. This time they are treasonous, seditious and scheming. I do not know how it will go this time. So I sit back and wait and smoke my pipe with a tired air of haughty impatience. Nom nom nom.
The title of the hawt chicks & links this week comes from the Bible – Isiah 3:12
As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, they which lead thee cause thee to err, and destroy the way of thy paths.
It was James Higham who put me onto this passage and accurate it is indeed for our present times. In New Zealand there is to be an election and the citizens have a choice between a noxious woman on the left and a blundering woman on the right. Which means they have no choice at all. Better a thousand ants that infest your armpits than this awful fate.
But now I let my readers settle back into their deep leather chairs as autumn pushes its fingers at the thin glass windows. The fire sets a yellow glow over the room, illuminating the high rows of books that gaze down with quiet wisdom. Your faithful hound is at your feet, one ear cocked for danger on the path. There is a glass of something good and fine in your hand and your packed pipe lies waiting to be lit. So relax in the knowledge that hard times lie just around the corner and now is the moment to make the future memories upon which you will depend.
John Atkinson Grimshaw, “In Autumn’s golden glow”, not dated
Grimshaw was self taught, a maverick who the painting establishment considered beyond the pale for his employment of photography to aid him in his paintings to make up for his imperfect knowledge of perspective. He was a master of mood, light, color and shadow.
Over the past year Roosh has turned his corner of the internet on its head. He is not the only one of us to have seen the light, so to speak. I returned PA to the blogroll this week for the same reason. It is remarkable the number of former PUAs and manosphere commentators whose individual journeys have ended in the same realisation. Not all of us have reached the same conclusion or have not got there yet. Now when I read the words of these I find that there is something lacking. I do not mean a willingness to harp on about God. It is more that the secular is a being without limbs. It is missing something vital, without which the whole does not reach a conclusion, or at least not the correct one. It is the absence of truth.
If I had a daughter of marriageable age, and she was strong in the faith, the only man suitable for her would be a man whose faith is stronger than hers, not a man who thinks he can seamlessly transition from a life of partying, fornication, and secularism to one of family without repenting of his sins and accepting Jesus Christ as his King. I wouldn’t care about his experience, worldly wisdom, or money. I wouldn’t care about how many countries he has been to or how many languages he speaks, and I certainly wouldn’t care about the power or fame he has in this world. I would only care about how close he is to God, because when it comes to my daughter, her salvation is my top priority, and I would forbid her to marry a man who could risk it.
In other words, Roosh wouldn’t have let his former self within a farmer’s mile of women in his family of a marriageable age.
Still via James, it appears that the prime minister of Canada signed a rather strange treaty with China that allows Chinese troops to be permanently stationed in Canada.
It turns out that the globalist/Commie Prime Minister of Canada, Justin Trudeau, signed a Treaty with China in late 2019. In January, 2020, the Canadian Independent Press Review reported it as follows:
Under the terms of the Foreign Investment Protection Act (FIPA), a bi-lateral treaty ratified with China by the Trudeau government in 2019, Chinese security forces can be stationed on Canadian soil to protect vital Chinese investments, without the knowledge or consent of local authorities. – Canadian Independent Press Review, January 15, 2020
It is natural that the Chinese have chosen to do this on Canada’s west coast as this is where native Chinese supposedly fleeing the Hong Kong takeover settled in the mid-90s. It is a curious reversal of British gunboat diplomacy in 19th century China. Perhaps I will expound on this in a future post.
According to his obituary, Lyon Gardiner Tyler Jr., died Sept. 26 in Franklin, Tennessee, 175 years after his grandfather left office.
He was the son of Lyon Gardiner Tyler Sr., who was born in 1853 when his father, who was born in 1790, was 62.
When Gardiner Jr. was born on Jan. 3, 1925, his father was 71. Both John Tyler and Lyon Gardiner Tyler Sr. remarried much younger women when they were older.
Like a boss times two.
Cappy has a long feature explaining why men are getting a tad testy.
The riots and the protests are affecting your husband as they present a direct threat to not only his property, but his family, including you. And whether you’re husband is a weak soyboy effeminiate millennial or a gun-totting, hard core veteran republican Gen X’er, it doesn’t matter. The riots are affecting his core survival instincts and triggering a constant fight/flight stress within him because now he gets to look at the following scenarios:
Having to kill a man/many men.
Having to physically fight people.
Getting injured/crippled in the process.
Losing all his property either to looters or communists voting it away.
Having you raped.
Having his kids killed.
Have his wife killed.
Having all of his life’s work either burned, stolen, or taxed/taken away.
Going to jail for defending his property, himself, you, or his family.
Oh, and let’s not forget!
And so, with this maelstrom of serious concerns torturing his mind, when you come in there nagging him about “why did you park the car so close to the wall” or “why didn’t he pick up the milk” don’t be surprised when he snaps and tells you to shut your fucking yap.
One force multiplier of socialist unrest has been an absence of upward mobility, coupled with a superficial sense of being educated. Today’s college graduate may feel that while his education has led to few marketable skills, it has at least taught him the innate inequalities of American capitalism which, in his eyes, explain better than his poor choices why he is degreed but otherwise poor and in debt. College-educated Americans collectively owe an estimated $1.5 trillion in unpaid student loans, and many despair of ever repaying the huge sums spent to collect noncompetitive degrees.
Globalization is another force multiplier of socialism’s attractions. Over the past thirty years a vast market has created wealth never envisioned in the history of civilization—at least for many in professions like finance, stocks, high-tech, media, law, and insurance. At the same time, “free” but unfair trade, especially with China, hollowed out assembly and manufacturing plants in the United States, impoverishing many in the once-solid middle class. As factory and assembly jobs dried up, the unemployed saw an ostentatious elite created by the outsourcing and offshoring that had ended their own prosperity.
Many young people claim to be socialists but are instead simply angry that they were unable to afford a home, a new car, or other nice things, or start a family in their “woke” urban neighborhoods during a decade of muted economic growth (2008–17) and high unemployment. In college, they were not warned about the dangers of statism and collectivism, nor given the skills to look at the world empirically. The combination of nonmarketable degrees and skills with burdensome debt helped alter an entire generation’s customs, habits, and thinking.
Your long read of the week dates from 1990 and is titled, The Wealth of Kitchens.
Suppose the early modern economists, instead of starting with the great macroproblem of the balance of trade between nations, and then slowly working their way downward through domestic trade, through industry analysis, through the theory of the firm, through the theory of the household, down all the way to the theory of the decision, had instead started with a “theory of decisions made in ordinary environments?” That is all I am proposing to do here–to observe what kinds of decisions occur daily and everywhere in kitchens. What are the important component parts which make up the “Wealth of Kitchens?” Our discussion is intended to arouse the perhaps habituated eye to the richness and variety of information which is normally available in kitchens, and to some of the more salient features of the ways in which that information normally, easily, and mundanely gets “processed” there.
“Economy of words” gems
Bruce Charlton at his site:
The only possible escape from The System is when one’s world view extends beyond mortal life; in particular extends into a personal life beyond biological death.
Gregory Hood at American Renaissance:
… every morning, many whites go to jobs where they will spend the day thinking of ways to help non-whites. No non-whites get up in the morning and worry about how to help white people.
Stacy McCain on The Other McCain:
Never have I been so confident of any prediction, and never have I been so happy to be proven wrong.
Kurt Schlichter at TownHall:
Remember, when someone says he wants you dead, he wants you dead.
Theodore Dalrymple at Taki Mag:
They do not realize that it is more difficult, and more courageous, to contradict a friend than to criticize a society.
1971 BMW ad for the 3.0 CS in the North American market
The 3.0 CS replaced the 2800CS. The engine displacement was increased but it was still way behind what American manufacturers were producing. Too counter that the marketing bods made it out to be about lifestyles and horses, or something like that.
The Z man – Blackwashing
The other McCain – What counts as a tragedy?
Borepatch – Covid lockdowns are the new global warming.
Classic Roissy – Self-acknowledgement game.
XYZ Magazine – Daniel Andrews got beaten up by a girl.
Catallaxy Files – Anglicanism today: on the ropes or on the canvas?
The Federalist – Amazon is giving ‘Lord of the Rings’ a ‘Game of Thrones’ makeover
Stuff you may want to think about
Angelo Codevilla – Revolution 2020
The European tradition of government by experts reaches back beyond Napoleon and Hegel to royal techno-bureaucrats. Being essentially amoral, it treats transgressors as merely ignorant. It may punish them as rebellious, but not as bad people. That is why the fascists, who were part of that tradition, never made it as totalitarians. People—especially the Church—remained free to voice different opinions so long as they refrained from outright opposition. America’s growing oligarchy, however, always had a moralistic, puritan streak that indicts dissenters as bad people. More and more, America’s ruling class, shaped and serviced by an increasingly uniform pretend-meritocratic educational system, claimed for itself monopoly access to truth and goodness, and made moral as well as technical-intellectual contempt for the rest of Americans into their identity’s chief element. That, along with administrative and material power, made our ruling class the gatekeeper to all manner of goods.
Scott Alexander – I can tolerate anything except the outgroup
There are a lot of people who say “I forgive you” when they mean “No harm done”, and a lot of people who say “That was unforgiveable” when they mean “That was genuinely really bad”. Whether or not forgiveness is right is a complicated topic I do not want to get in here. But since forgiveness is generally considered a virtue, and one that many want credit for having, I think it’s fair to say you only earn the right to call yourself ‘forgiving’ if you forgive things that genuinely hurt you.
To borrow Chesterton’s example, if you think divorce is a-ok, then you don’t get to “forgive” people their divorces, you merely ignore them. Someone who thinks divorce is abhorrent can “forgive” divorce. You can forgive theft, or murder, or tax evasion, or something you find abhorrent.
I mean, from a utilitarian point of view, you are still doing the correct action of not giving people grief because they’re a divorcee. You can have all the Utility Points you want. All I’m saying is that if you “forgive” something you don’t care about, you don’t earn any Virtue Points.
Nearly 20 years after WW2, parachute training in the RAF had also changed very little. The main reason for this was nobody had bothered to ask the soldiers if what they were being taught was relevant. Nobody, for example, had asked the soldiers if the parachutes should be improved, or what could be done to make their weapons more accessible after landing, or if they would be prepared to jump at 500ft, or if it was safe, possibly safer, to jump into trees?
At the time, rifles, machine guns, Bren guns or rocket launchers were always carried in a suspended load and were 15ft away upon landing. In addition the suspended load was made from heavy duty canvas which took a very long time to pack and an equally long time to unpack. Just to get at the rifle was a major undertaking of undoing straps and unlacing yards of cord. Not ideal if the enemy was shooting at you.
PA – Perfect Possession.
You know, the typical thing of somebody throwing themselves at the ground and cursing and spitting, and protesting, defecating and urinating and all sorts of — what they’re doing is protesting, saying “help me, help me.” But really, the perfectly possessed, you’ll recall, are those that are completely at peace. And I’ve known several of the perfectly possessed and I avoid them like the pest. And you know them only by almost accidental means. Sometimes… they’re perfectly normal, by the way. They have great business property, they’re married, they have children and wives, they put down responsible jobs. There is nothing wrong there. Now and again, just now and again, it’s as it were, a veil is drawn aside. And you see somebody you don’t know at all. You just don’t know this person, this man, this woman. And there is a completely alien look, a completely alien attitude and they breathe alienation. And you know them if you have a nose for it, you know then that they’re perfectly possessed so there is nothing that can be done about them.
South Beach, Perth 1923
Mr A. Cowell was the proprietor of The Hydrodrome in Western Australia. He also owned a train which he used for excursions, among other things. The photo shows passengers re-boarding the train at South Beach after their day at the seaside. Note the group of youths in the foreground who are enjoying the show of watching the toffs go home. Their arms are all folded indicating that they are cold. The sea breeze, locally known as the ‘Fremantle Doctor’ must have been in.
Milne Bay, Papua New Guinea, September 1942
Australian troops conduct a patrol in poor conditions shortly after the battle of Milne Bay. The battle was the first land defeat of Japanese Imperial forces in the Second World War. The Australian troops successfully repulsed a Japanese invasion force over the course of two weeks.