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UPDATE II (10/30/022): NEW COLUMN: Say It! The DemonCrats Are The Party Of Perverts

Democracy, Democrats, Elections, Ethics, Ilana Mercer, Morality, Republicans, Sex

MY NEW COLUMN is “Say It! The DemonCrats Are The Party Of Perverts.” It appeared on The Unz Review , The New American, and Townhall.com.

UPDATE (30/10/022): Column is easiest read unabridged now on IlanaMercer.com.

Say It! The DemonCrats Are The Party Of Perverts

LinkedIn, an ossifying excrescent of the rotting Microsoft org, promptly removed this column—title and link—from its pages.

Intended as a passionate, patriotic attempt to sway last-minute voters, one expects such a column as Party of Perverts to be hastily canceled on such progressive Left portals as LinkedIn. For the tentacular Left controls what I’ve termed the intellectual means of production.

But, as other dissidents have noted, it is from our own side that the shivving is most disquieting and ever unexpected (because irrational). Why would “The Party of Perverts,” which puts the DemonCrats in perspective for those who have not conceptualized properly about them, be kept off a conservative site serious about making a case for our side at the 11th hour?

Just because. MANopausal moodiness, a power-play, ego, one-upmanship: As I’ve learned over 23 years—occasionally, spontaneously, and unprovoked; ego-bound, moody, petty minded men like to show Mercer who is the boss in their grubby little domain.

Suffice it to say that this column might have reached many more undecided voters if not for perennial, spontaneous, malevolent pettiness with which this writer has had to contend from OUR SIDE for over 2 decades.

Shrug.

And excerpts:

…The Democrat platform is, one that promises to end Anglo-America, welcome the world, evict the unborn as a constitutionally enshrined right, while sundering the Bill of Rights and reveling in all manner of evil, criminal and carnal. …

… The Democrats have only normalized and streamlined their dystopian operation. This is a party that stands for loosing robbers, rapists, killers and perverts on the land.

And not nearly enough is said about the DemonCrat’s sexual politics.

… The imperative is to define the Democrats as the deviants they are. Demons. Demented. Yet Republicans, miss the mark and slide into extenuation: They call the Democrats “radicals,” their agenda a “radical one,” when the Democrat party is in fact the party of perverts. …

… To label Democrats as radicals is to compliment them. I’m a radical reactionary; a radical for free-speech, a radical for property rights, for localism, for individual liberty. See what I mean? The “radical” adjective is not necessarily pejorative.

… READ ON.  Published on The New American, The Unz Review and on Townhall.com; find “Say It! The DemonCrats Are The Party Of Pervert” now on IlanaMercer.com.

All columns are eventually posted on IlanaMercer.com, under Weekly Column.

UPDATE (10/29/022): Our side, moreover, may wish to  remind itself that the DemonCrats are running on a “platform” calling 80 million people insurrectionists; racists, misogynists, xenophobic trash. They mean it, you fools; they’ve gone after demonstrators and MAGA leaders—some of whom are in jail—with warrants and subpoenas. They’ve sicced Deep Tech on us. They’d go after all of us if they could.

 

WATCH: PM Rishi Sunak Owned By Globalists; Democrats Owned By The Devil

Crime, Criminal Injustice, Critical Race Theory, Democracy, Democrats, Elections, Republicans, Sex

FRED REED: Abortion, The Military, Liberalism, Conservatism And Other Odds, Bits, Ends And Pieces

Abortion, Conservatism, Democracy, Foreign Policy, FRED REED, Journalism, Left-Liberalism And Progressivisim, Military, THE ELITES, The State

“A kid enlists because he needs a job, wants to prove himself, dreams of getting laid by slow-eyed honeys in Asia, or wants vocational training.  Patriotism is an after-market add-on…”

By Fred Reed*

Today we will have sparkling shards of thought, which we believe will shape the intellectual firmament for centuries to come. (Of course, we also believe that the federal government can manage the economy.) The cynical reader may regard these pearls as cerebral detritus, which in the columnist’s tradition we attempt to package as searing insight and scalpel-like thought. It is hoped that you won’t notice. Alertness is the scourge of journalism.

Abortion: Conservatives say that abortion is murder. If so, it is first-degree murder as abortions are not done on the spur of the moment or in the heat of a bar fight. It follows that all women guilty of abortion should be tried and, if convicted, get twenty to life. Conviction would in most cases be certain as the procedures are documented. Is the foregoing the position of the anti-abortion lobby? Why not?

I cannot describe myself as against a woman’s right to kill a fetus as, if my daughter at fifteen had gotten herself pregnant (though actually one does not get oneself pregnant) I would have favored killing it. But looking into an abortion pan would puke a dog off a gut wagon, as we used to say and any decent person watching a partial-birth abortion would probably never sleep again. On the other hand, if women can’t get legal abortions, many will go the coat-hanger route, and die. Key question to anti-abortion folk: If your daughter of fifteen, not a theoretical daughter of someone else, became pregnant by a horrendous dirtball, would you recommend abortion, or allow her life to be ruined?

The question of “when life begins” is stupid. Life doesn’t begin. It began, we don’t know how. Sperm, ovum, and zygote are all alive. If we believe idiotically that life begins at fertilization, then any woman using an IUD is a murderess, since the device keeps the fertilized ovum from implanting. But guilty only if the fertilization can be proved. Good luck.

The constitutional right to freedom of expression does not exist. The Constitution guarantees freedom of speech, not expression. Freedom of speech means that I can call Biden a horse’s ass. Freedom of expression means that I can upload sadistic porn showing a young woman being whipped bleeding for viewing by girls of eleven, or defecate on somebody’s flag for whatever reason, or march through black neighborhoods with twenty KKK members in full regalia. But neither does freedom of speech exist. We all know what you can’t say and who you can’t say it about.

Today the reasoning has been reversed. You can upload the porn but not say that word or upload forbidden text.

The “Defense Department” is duplicitously named, intentionally so. The military last defended the United States in 1945. The country was last invaded in the War of 1812. The number of countries who are able to invade America is precisely zero, which is the number that want to. The military exists to enforce America’s global empire. The alert will have noticed that the Ukraine, Afghanistan Serbia, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Laos, Syria, Somalia, and Iraq are not currently in the United States. The United States is in most of them, or has been until driven out.

Soldiers are neither honorable nor admirable, being mass murderers on contract. Like Guido and Vito working for the Gambino family, they will kill anyone they are told to kill. The difference is of scale, not morality.

A kid enlists because he needs a job, wants to prove himself, dreams of getting laid by slow-eyed honeys in Asia, or wants vocational training.  Patriotism is an after-market add-on that can result in free drinks in bars. He has barely heard of Iraq, Iran, Vietnam, Afghanistan. He has never talked to anyone from these places. Such people have done nothing bad to him or his country, don’t want to, and couldn’t if they did. The order comes to go to the Middle East, wherever that is, and kill Iraqis. He does, not knowing why. If he kills a great many, his country will give him a medal.

Soldiers do not “make sacrifices.” They are sacrificed. Soldiers are often conscripted and forced to fight in places they cannot spell for the benefit of politicians, commercial interests, of empires in which they have no interest. If they refuse or desert, they are severely punished if not shot. Military service is for the uneducated, the impoverished, and late adolescents of the lower classes. Graduates of Harvard do not enlist in the Marines. Soldiers are often uneducated louts. If you grow up on a military base—I did, Dahlgren Naval Proving Ground—you know that parents often forbid their daughters to date servicemen.  So much for Our Boys in Uniform.

America is very nearly a country of the Third World. There is genuine poverty among whites in Appalachia, the Rust Belt, and the rural Deep South. The conditions of blacks in the sprawling urban ghettos are appalling. At least two hundred thousand Americans live on sidewalks and subways and public parks in multiple cities, defecating and leaving used needles on sidewalks. Crime occurs at rates unimaginable in a country of the First World.  The water is undrinkable in Flint, Jackson, and New Orleans. Education is poor and declining, infrastructure aged, trains like something out of 1955. It is the only country in the developed world that not to have universal medical care. It frequently has massive riots and sees its cities burn because of violations of civil rights. It does, however, spend massive mounts of money on the Ukraine, of immense importance to Americans.

How to be a newspaper columnist: First, select a position on the Left-Right political spectrum. It doesn’t matter what position. Never, ever deviate from it.

Readers are unforgiving. If you choose to be a conservative, and say only conservative things for fifteen years, and then advocate gun control in one column, you will probably lose most of your readers.

Newspapers do not want original thought or care about intellectual honesty.  They want you to fill a slot and not make waves by saying things outside of that slot. They do not like the unexpected. Examples of slots are the female arch-liberal, the housebroken male conservative, the black conservative.

Readers do not want thought, originality or, God knows, erudition, as this makes them feel insecure. They want consistently to be told what they already think in assertive prose. Capitalism is the economic engine that made America great and produced the world’s wealth, or capitalism is the engine of greed that has produce the poverty in which most of the world wallows. Never puzzle your readers or make them think.

The American Left does not exist. The traditional Left was the party of the working man and the downtrodden. Saul Alinsky. Give us your poor, your huddled etc. Union organizers getting the hell beaten out of them by Pinkertons trying to unionize workers. Workers of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose but your chains. No longer. Today the Left is against working men, whom it names Deplorables. The new pseudo-Left is actually a form of class snobbery of, largely, highly educated coastal elites who profess deep concern for blacks while being careful never to go near them. The condition contains strong elements of narcissism and intellectual intolerance.

Liberalism and conservatism are biological defects probably anyway. Consider two kids of matched sex, age, IQ, socioeconomic background, ethnic identity, general attractiveness, and degree of introversion. They can go to the same schools, and one will become a passionate liberal, the other conservative. Ideology tends to track age. There is the saying that if you aren’t a liberal when young, you have no heart, and if you are not a conservative as you age, you have no brain. Twin studies have shown that identical twins raised apart tend to share political orientation. So if you are a squirrelly liberal and believe all sorts of goofy ineffectual nonsense, or a conservative romantic and think America was established by stern honorable saints instead of the usual louts, melonheads, and homicidal greedballs—don’t feel bad. You were born that way. You can’t think anything else.

How to tell whether you are a Democrat or a Republican. Listen to Fulu Miziki, here at YouTube. If you think they are really great, marvelously talented, and the most remarkable new sound you have heard in eons, you are a Democrat. If you think they are a besmirchment on civilization, a musical antichrist, and worse than Snoop Dog Eat Dog, you are a Republican.

Democracy is a stupid idea if taken seriously, and otherwise one of several ways for the astute and unprincipled to milk the gullible. Half of the population is of below average intelligence (the distribution being symmetrical), twenty percent think the sun goes around the earth, marginal literacy and below probably run at a good thirty percent, and most cannot name the three branches of the federal government. Most have not the time, interest, or capacity to know anything of policy. They should be kept distant from polling booths by barbed wire, perhaps secured by minefields.

This flood of insight must now end as my cursor is going limp from the strain of its thought. If I continue it may begin to be conscious of itself as a discriminated class and demand reparations. Perish forfend.

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FRED REED describes himself as [previously] a “Washington police reporter, former Washington editor for Harper’s and staff writer for Soldier of Fortune magazine, Marine combat vet from Viet Nam, and former long-haul hitchhiker, part-time sociopath, who once lived in Arlington, Virginia, across the Potomac River from the Yankee Capital.”
His essays “on the collapse of America” Mr. Reed calls “wildly funny, sometimes wacky, always provocative.”
“Fred is the Hunter Thompson of the right,” seconds Thomas E. Ricks in Foreign Policy magazine. His  commentary is “well-written, pungent political incorrectness mixed with smart military commentary and libertarian impulses, topped off with a splash of Third World sunshine and tequila.”

FRED’S BOOKS ARE ON AMAZON, HERE

FRED’S ARTICLES ARCHIVE

Killer Kink

Hardboiled is back! (The exclamation point is to arouse wild enthusiasm in the reader, a boiling literary lust.) Gritty crime fiction by longtime police reporter for the Washington Times, who knows the police from nine years of riding with them. Guaranteed free of white wine and cheese, sensitivity, or social justice.

*Image appended is “proof” Fred invented a means of breathing underwater. Unfortunately, crooked makers of diving gear kept him from getting a patent and making millions.

 

FRED REED: A Diagnostic Letter To Our Euro-Peon Vassals, Who Are Dumber Than The Better Class Of Nematode

Britain, Democracy, Economy, Energy, EU, Europe, FRED REED, Free Markets, Intelligence, Russia

European countries aren’t real countries, says Fred. They have American occupation troops and military bases everywhere, uncouth foreign soldiers drinking [their] beer, diddling [their] daughters—Italian ones are best; English girls are often mistaken for dead—and letting Massuh Washington blow up their energy sources

BY FRED REED* (posing with a European)

Well, I declare. I hear you Europeans bleating and hollering about how unfair life is and you don’t have gas to keep warm if it gets cold in winter, which generally it does, and everything costs too much. Fact is, you deserve it. To be honest, which we journalists sometimes do, I think it’s amusing. It’s like watching a man beating his thumb with a hammer and saying, oh ouch, oh ouch, it hurts, oh ouch, it hurts and can’t figure out why. It’s because Europeans are so easily led, managed, dominated by the fetid Yankee Rome in Washington, which regards you as trained seals. I’ve known fire plugs, even toaster ovens, more intelligent than you are.

You poor widdle fings! You aren’t even real countries. You can’t be a real country when you have American occupation troops and military bases everywhere and uncouth foreign soldiers drinking your beer and diddling your daughters. GIs tell me the Italian ones are best, with English girls often being mistaken for dead. I couldn’t stand the humiliation, but Europeans are a resilient people.

Really, it’s a cackle. Mornings, I fire up the computer to see what you  squirming servile dwarves have done now. You are better than Monty Python. Think. Ten years ago you were all peaceful and had plenty of cheap Russian gas and your factories were humming like contented cats and you were buying stuff from Russia and selling it I don’t know what all. Then Master Washington says you have to push the Ukraine toward NATO. You dim twits need Ukraine in NATO like you need a corn cob where the sun don’t shine but Europe is servile by nature, so you say, “Yass, Bwana! What you say, Boss! Which boot we lick first, Massuh?”

I see a bull market for flavored boot polish. Brussels would buy trainloads.

Anyway, Russia says over and over and over, If Washington tries to put NATO in Ukraine, dey gonna be wah. Even a European, or some anyway, could understand this. Or maybe, with help from a caring adult. But Massuh Washington wanted wah, and told you to keep pushing, “Yass, Bwana,” and you didn’t listen to Putin, because you are dumber than retarded possums and belong in diapers. What children you are. Nanny nanny booboo.

This is wonderfully funny, and I am enjoying it outrageously. You are going to freeze. Good. It’s a hoot but it’s a Darwin thing too. It’s good for the world when a region with the aggregate IQ of inbred bacteria eliminates itself. Well, except for the Italian girls for the GIs. We’ll keep those. You are going to freeze solid like terra cotta soldiers or burn your houses to keep warm and your farmers will grow scrawny underweight plants because you cut off fertilizer and gas from Russia to show your devotion to your stern Potomac Father. It’s comic. You are so stoopid! When American proconsuls go to Brussels your anointed European butt-sniffers rush out to be patted on the head and, or so I hear, receive suitcases of money. How dignified.

But the funniest part was blowing up the pipelines. Yes. See, Washington couldn’t let Germany, the only potentially serious country in Europe, except it really isn’t one, trade with Russia and China. So it gets the war going in Ukraine, easy with malleable European dimwits, and then…blows up the pipelines! Simple, direct, and effective. The amusing thing is that everyone in Brussels knows perfectly well that America did it, as must every European with the IQ of a doorknob, but none of you weak sisters has the dangling ellipsoidals to say so, because then you would have to do something about it, and you are scared unto death of the United States. Of which the United States is well aware and so, reasonably, holds you in contempt. I do too. I mean doesn’t everybody?

So some silly woman in Belgium—Ursula Borderline or something, anyway a scrawny blonde who looks like she really needs a sandwich—yaps from under the sofa that doing bad things to Europe’s energy infrastructure is “unacceptable,” Grr, bowwow, woof. But sweetheart, you poor, dumb monument to pusillanimous inadequacy, of course it is acceptable. You are accepting it, aren’t you? You know who did it, Washington knows you know, but you will look studiedly puzzled while Washington chuckles inwardly. Europeans are so gelatinous, so weak, so negligible.

I mean, seriously. Suppose you admitted that America did it. What could you poor dears do about it? Nothing. NATO controls Europe. What do you think those bases are for? And Washington is NATO. You wouldn´t dare close even the smallest US base, or even a closet door in one. Haha! Freeze, baby, freeze.

So, suckers, you’ve been taken for a ride by experts. And America makes out like a bandit. Washington tells you who you can trade with, and you obey, yass, Bwana, what you say. America gets to sell you overpriced LNG (liquefied natural gas). You will meekly buy uberbillions of costume-jewelry weapons from America. Your dependence on the US approaches outright ownership. Without cheap Russian gas, electricity will be really pricey and your factories will close or maybe go offshore to America and Europe will get in touch with its inner backwater. Hey, it’s a giggle.

England is America’s most devoted camp follower, a political barnacle firm glued to the ship of the Yankee state, making international noises in an effort to pretend it is more than an American poodle. (You may be wondering how it is possible to be a poodle and a barnacle at the same time. Multiple personality disorder, maybe.) From Brexit we went to endless Truss ads. Now we are back to the standby, hissing at Russia. Yass, Massuh.

You think you are defending democracy, doing something about human rights and, you know, having values or something. No, halfwits, you are helping Washington cut you off from the world’s largest markets. Yes, children. As the rest of Eurasia grows like Topsy, as the center of gravity of technology and economy moves eastward, America will pillage you as you pillaged most of the world and turn you into a peninsular homeless shelter.  You will be all grateful to Massuh Washington for saving you from the evil Putin monster who was about to conquer all of Europe and turn you into slaves or robots or something else bad. You will buy lots of dysfunctional fighter planes.

And you will crawl. It is your way.

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FRED REED describes himself as [previously] a “Washington police reporter, former Washington editor for Harper’s and staff writer for Soldier of Fortune magazine, Marine combat vet from Viet Nam, and former long-haul hitchhiker, part-time sociopath, who once lived in Arlington, Virginia, across the Potomac River from the Yankee Capital.”
His essays “on the collapse of America” Mr. Reed calls “wildly funny, sometimes wacky, always provocative.”
“Fred is the Hunter Thompson of the right,” seconds Thomas E. Ricks in Foreign Policy magazine. His  commentary is “well-written, pungent political incorrectness mixed with smart military commentary and libertarian impulses, topped off with a splash of Third World sunshine and tequila.”

FRED’S BOOKS ARE ON AMAZON, HERE

FRED’S ARTICLES ARCHIVE

Killer Kink

Hardboiled is back! (The exclamation point is to arouse wild enthusiasm in the reader, a boiling literary lust.) Gritty crime fiction by longtime police reporter for the Washington Times, who knows the police from nine years of riding with them. Guaranteed free of white wine and cheese, sensitivity, or social justice.

*Image: Our author, Fred Reed, poses with a European.