Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years.
Some assholes decided to poke the bear and now I'm gonna make it every Scalawag, Yankee, and enemy of peoples' problem.
Charles de Gaulle at the Arc de Triomphe during the Liberation of Paris - August 1944
Charles de Gaulle entered Paris on August 25, 1944, arriving on the day the city was officially liberated.
Note the Free French M8 HMC (Howitzer Motor Carriage M8)
Ralph Morse Photographer
LIFE Magazine Archives / WWP-PD
When you realize 20% of the US population are illegal aliens and deporting them means an exponential increase to the quality of life for everyday citizens. 🇺🇸
Foreigners will be like, “But without immigrants scamming the entire system to take all the jobs, who else is going to do the all the jobs that are being taken by immigrants scamming the entire system?”
I'd like to point out the issue with Catholicism in this country was Rome and her Bishops pushing immigration and said immigrants aggressively subverting our insitutions.
I say the Sedes are fine so long as they take an Oath.
@GregoryKBovino Its betrayal.
They are just the other wing of the same globalist bird. The only reason we are seeing increased chatter about deportations in the last week is because the midterms are coming up.
Numbers are nowhere near where they need to be.
“Evil is not able to create anything new, it can only distort and destroy what has been invented or made by the forces of good.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien
Never forget that our enemies are orcs
Soon the Clans will gather and then the invaders will wish they stayed at home.
The invaders are tribal people who THINK they have the Brit beaten but they should remember that the Brits also have a very fierce tribe in the North that even the Romans could not beat they are called THE SCOTS! Alba go Braugh!
We cannot let the public school system do it. We cannot let the so called institutions of higher learning (Marxist indoctrination centers) do it. We cannot let the politicians do it. We cannot let the media do it. The result of allowing that is seen everyday with the removal and desecration of monuments, name changes of buildings, roads, etc.. We must do it!
“Do not let your children and grandchildren forget the cause for which we suffered. Tell it not in anger. Tell it not in grief. Tell it not in revenge. Tell it proudly as fits a soldier. There is no shame in all the history. Dwell on the gallant deeds, the pure motives, the unselfish sacrifice. Tell of the hardships endured, the battles fought, the men who bravely lived, the men who nobly died.” -- General Stephen Dill Lee
Well, this is the housing affordability crisis in a video
Living anywhere pleasant is ruinously expensive because it’s the only way to avoid being surrounded by this constantly
Generally ridding ourselves of urban criminality and vagrancy by taking both seriously would open up about a quarter of most cities to civilized habitation, and re-allow on a large scale the sort of "high-density" townhouse living people generally find relatively pleasant and convenient
That would do much to solve the housing affordability issue
"Her greatness has nothing to do with songs written or records sold, but in the demonstration that Southern identity can move through modernity without apology or erasure." RIP Dolly Parton
164 years ago today Stonewall Jackson pulled off one of the boldest and most audacious moves of the entire Civil War. He marched his whole wing of the army clean around the Union army, got behind it, seized the enemy's entire supply base, and then turned his starving soldiers loose on the greatest feast most of them would ever see.
To understand how daring this was, you have to understand the situation. In the summer of 1862, after driving one Union army away from Richmond, Robert E. Lee turned north to face a second one, the newly formed Army of Virginia under John Pope. Pope was loud and arrogant. He had issued insulting orders bragging that in the West he had only ever seen the backs of his enemies, and he treated Virginia civilians harshly. Lee, in a rare flash of personal dislike, reportedly wanted to see him suppressed. The problem was that Pope had more men than Lee, and Union reinforcements were arriving all the time.
So Lee did something that violated one of the oldest rules of warfare: never divide your army in the face of a stronger enemy. He divided it anyway. He sent Jackson's wing, around 24,000 men, on a wide, secret march to slip around Pope's exposed right flank, pass through a gap in the mountains at Thoroughfare Gap, and come in behind the Union army, while Lee followed with Longstreet's wing.
The march itself was brutal and legendary. Jackson's men covered roughly 55 miles in about two days in the August heat, on hard roads, with little food, many of them in worn-out shoes or no shoes at all. Jackson kept the destination secret even from his own officers, driving the column relentlessly. His foot soldiers had earned the nickname foot cavalry for exactly this kind of marching, and now they earned it again, moving faster than anyone believed infantry could.
On the evening of August 26, they came down onto the Orange and Alexandria Railroad at Bristoe Station, the very rail line supplying Pope's army from Washington. Jackson's men wrecked trains and tore up track. Then Jackson pushed a detachment on through the night to the real target a few miles up the line: Manassas Junction, Pope's enormous main supply depot, defended by only a small garrison. A night attack overran it, capturing several hundred prisoners and eight cannon at the cost of about four men.
What they had captured almost defies belief. Manassas Junction was a small city of supplies. Acres of warehouses and long lines of railcars stood stuffed with everything a wealthy, well-fed Union army enjoyed: barrels of flour and salt beef, mountains of crackers, boots and fresh uniforms, ammunition, medical stores, whiskey and wine, and delicacies like canned lobster, oysters, tropical fruit, and French mustard.
Jackson's men, meanwhile, were some of the hungriest soldiers in either army. They had been living on unripe corn pulled from the fields and whatever they could scrounge, marching themselves to exhaustion on nearly empty stomachs. When they were let loose on the depot, the discipline that had carried them 55 miles briefly dissolved into a wild, almost delirious carnival. Ragged, filthy, half-starved men gorged themselves on luxuries most had never tasted, washing down potted lobster with looted wine, cramming their haversacks and pockets with anything they could carry, some of them staggering around in stolen Union coats and clutching absurd trophets. For a few hours, the hardest marchers in the Confederacy ate and drank like kings in the enemy's own storehouse.
But Jackson had no intention of staying to be trapped. Whatever his men could not eat or carry, he ordered burned. The destruction of that vast depot sent an enormous column of smoke and flame into the night sky, the wealth of a Union army going up in a single gigantic bonfire.
Then Jackson did the most dangerous and brilliant thing of all: he disappeared. He pulled his men off the burning junction and hid them in the woods and cuts near the old Bull Run battlefield, the very ground where the war's first great battle had been fought a year earlier.
The effect on Pope was electric and disastrous. He had been convinced Jackson was retreating back toward the Shenandoah Valley. Instead he suddenly learned that an entire Confederate corps had burned his supply base and was now sitting squarely between his army and Washington. In a panic, Pope abandoned his strong defensive line and went charging around northern Virginia trying to find and crush Jackson before Lee could reunite the two wings of the Confederate army.
He was too late, and he was walking into a trap. Jackson was waiting. Lee and Longstreet were marching hard to join him. Two days later, on the old fields of Bull Run, it all erupted into the Second Battle of Bull Run, a crushing Confederate victory that would carry Lee's army to the very border of the North. And it all began with a starving army, a 55-mile march, and a supply depot going up in flames on this day.
Its been totally memory holed now, but in 2020 in a ton of cities the police just stood down and if you didn't literally man the door with a firearm they would just destroy and loot your small business and the state would do literally nothing to protect you.
Civilization consists of having and maintaining standards of cultivation and refinement that push the people ever upward
So, the slovenliness of our citizenry is a massive problem; what people wear matters, for self-presentation is a tangible, visible manifestation of their spirit
That's not to say brands, cost, and that rubbish matter, or that everyone should dress the same. Nor is it a claim that a well-knotted tie makes up for a rotten soul. Frippery and vanity are not virtues, and certainly aren't the point
But what it does mean is that the impression one exudes when in a public space does matter. Are you slovenly and thus showing an utter lack of concern for contributing positively to the space in which you are, or have you obviously taken the time necessary to put care into how you look so as to uplift those around you and the environment in which you are present?
Such makes a difference.
In our Belle Epoque heyday, even the working class poor wore suits when out in public, to show they were bettering themselves. "Sunday best" was a real thing, and worn not just at church but to museums, on the trains, and so on. Being part of the ascent mattered to everyone
Now, thanks to both the general demoralization that came with the war upon civilization itself in the mid-20th century, particularly the 60s and 70s, along with the Prole Drift that Fussell identified in Class, even the wealthy wear t-shirts and sweats when out in public, and nearly everyone is either fat, has tattoos, has scruffy facial hair, or some combination thereof.
This degradation of everything is a critical problem, for a healthy civilization is not characterized by obese and surly "fliers" stuffed into spandex like sausages as they aimless shuffle about and stare transfixed at the mindrot on their phones
There was much that was bad about the world that used to exist, particularly corruption and the exploitation of children. But there was much good as well, namely the way it prioritized cultivation and doing the civilized thing rather than reverting to base instinct or a quest for comfort uber alles. We ought all do our part to bring that spirit back
Next time somebody tells you we’re a nation of immigrants and that’s why we must accept infinity bomalians - remind them that we came from this small circle of tribes over a thousand years.