Independence Day = Freedom From Our Orwellian Nightmare...

And of course, from one of the greatest movies of all time...watch LIttle Bill wish "English Bob" a Happy Independence Day...

C'mon Gillette, You Used To Be Cool...

...before you went all #metoo...

Although, like all of the most ardent male #metoo supporters, it seems as if Gillette is trying to atone for it's own bad behavior  - by making the rest of us do penance:

Nice.

And hypocritical.

Nice and hypocritical.

And they thought we wouldn't notice...



Re:  Simpsons reference in the headline:

Caitlyn Jenner: "He has insulted our dignity"

Ahhhh...OK, but you can add this to the "Life Imitates the Simpsons" file:

First, the trans-thingy:

“The leader of our nation has shown no regard for an already marginalized and struggling community,” Jenner writes. “He has ignored our humanity. He has insulted our dignity. He has made trans people into political pawns as he whips up animus against us in an attempt to energize the most right-wing segment of his party.”

Uh huh.  Now, watch Lenny Leonards make the same complaint, whilst wearing a urinal suit, and surrounded by...well, you'll see. Start at 1:25...




Or, if brevity's your thing...




From the episode "They Saved Lisa's Brain!", in and of itself a repudiation of elite snobbery, and human decadence...



What a world, what a world...

THE PROPHECY

A ­society solely premised upon a shared belief in individual differentiation will end in a war of all against all...

How did we/how will we get here?

Liberalism has achieved its goal of emptying the public square of the old gods, leaving it a harsh space of contestation among unequals who no longer see any commonality.

Whether that square can be filled again with newly rendered stories of old telling us of a common origin and destination, or whether it must simply be dominated by whoever proves the strongest, is the test of our age.


Strongest. Quite a word. Still wondering why, after Parkland, that nobody questions the ineptitude of the FBI, the Broward County PD, or the school district? That the name of the shooter is barely mentioned, and the only agency in this massacre is given to the gun?

The Left is aware who it is that challenges their strength, their will to dominate. And now that they have their Reichstag fire, they are going all out to press their perceived advantage. They are the New Gods, the New Strength, the New Dominators of our Age.

Alas, this will not end well...

Did Liberal Coaching Destroy Giants, Ben McAdoo ?

SHOT:

McAdoo pumped of the volume of the music during practice and spoke of “empathy’’ as a key ingredient in dealing with the millennial generation athletes filling his roster.

CHASER

In a swift and stunning fall from grace, McAdoo’s brief and turbulent stay as head coach of the Giants came to an end, as he was fired after only two seasons...McAdoo’s tenure lasted 28 games, making this the shortest stay for a Giants head coach in 89 years... The last time the Giants fired a coach during the season was 1976, when they parted ways with Bill Arnsparger after an 0-7 start. Arnsparger was in his third season as head coach. McAdoo did not get out of his second year.

The New York Giants used to be the picture of NFL conservatism - in management, playing style, and etiquette. But, as Dan Bongino aptly noted:

We can now add the NY Giants to that list.

But NFL ownership seems to be made up of some slow learners. So don't be surprised to see the new coach installing "Xe" bathrooms in the locker room...

With One Tweet, Bill Kristol Exposes The Establishment and Destroys His Reputation

This one:

Yup.  Mr, Kristol prefers a nation controlled by secret police to a nation led by Donald Trump.  He prefers living in fear of unnamed agents exposing personal and professional secrets to keep a population in line than dealing with the bumps and bruises of democracy.

He's a sick man, leading a sick wing of political discourse.  And yet some at the Weekly Standard, as well as the National Review, still fail to understand their repudiation, perhaps even less so than the Democrats who are wandering in the desert, screeching at shadows while pulling their hair.

And so the Establishment Right too wails onto the abyss.  And their soul echos back to us from the deep.

 And thus we learn much that was once hidden, behind platitudes and policy papers...

Election Night SJW Meltdown

I mean, really - I tots was feeling this girl on Tuesday night, as the returns rolled in...

This might be the best thing ever. 😆😆😆 #NotMyPresident pic.twitter.com/geHYta7WMy

— Paul Joseph Watson (@PrisonPlanet) November 9, 2016

Troll Level: Grand F**king Master

May this face live in the nightmares of the mainstream media forever and a day.  "Rick-Rolling" the entirety of the hateful establishment by using their obsession with "birtherism" as bait, he pimped a new hotel while rolling out a dozen military endorsements, until finally issuing a 30 second statement on the bizarre origins of Barack Hussein Obama.

The grassroots right, after taking a pounding in the press for decades, thought that the dream of hoisting the media on its own petard was unachievable.  And yet...here we are.

And still the conservative establishment is scratching their head.  I'm beginning to think...well, I'll let 'ol Burnsie take it from here....

How To Talk To A #SJW...

This Hasidic Jew knows how.  No apologies for your faith, no explanations for your belief, no editing of God's law.  Just...this:

Incidentally, Donald Trump knows the same thing. And while I do not believe he will be around forever (as in much past January 2016), if this is his legacy...then he will have done this nation a much greater service than most ever might have anticipated....

And who is the aging social justice warrior?  Ladies and gentlemen, meet  Rina Deych.  In her own words:


The human species is in its larval stage of development. We have a lot of evolving to do. I believe there are positive and creative ways to satisfy our bloodlust without hurting anyone. I am a vegan / environmentalist / artist / healer. I satiate my craving for the macabre by dressing up like a vampire/nurse on Halloween....


...and these people claim to be your moral superiors, your social betters, the conscious of a nation.

Give 'em the finger.  Just like our Hassie friend here...

Lena Dunham's Boyfriend - Jack Antonoff - IS....Pajama Boy???

First of all, this is exactly what I would expect Lena Dunham's boyfriend to look like:

Kinda screams out "DOUCHEBAG", no?

But he reminded me of another douchebag, actually....took a moment, then it came to me...

Separated at birth. perhaps?  Jack Antonoff and...Pajama Boy?

Somewhere, all over America, women not named Lena Dunham are shuddering, as the image of 21st century masculinity causes their reproductive organs to autonomously atrophy....

Somebody Tell The Democrats - And The Mainstream Media:

Everything That Is Wrong With New Jersey, In One Email....

Someone needs to burn this whole damn state to the ground, sprinkle it with Holy Water - with an exorcist nearby to shoo out the demons - and rebuild it from scratch.  What a waste of prime real estate...

Received the following email (cut & pasted below) from Keswick Cycle of Cherry Hill, New Jersey:


After several lengthy and heartfelt discussions between the Brian and Dave (the owners), it is with great regret and disappointment that we are announcing the closure of our Cherry Hill, NJ location. We have enjoyed working with the cycling community in Cherry Hill and its neighboring communities for the past 8 seasons.

However, due to the sale of our building, the current economic climate and dramatically escalated operating costs, it is unsustainable for Keswick cycle to do business in Cherry Hill and the state of NJ. Our building has been sold and we are losing our lease. We have also seen a 54% increase in our real estate and school taxes since 2006. In addition, it is now 2 times the cost for us to insure one store and building in Cherry Hill verses 2 stores in Pennsylvania. We have searched for alternative locations to alleviate those financial restraints with no success. It is a very frustrating situation for all of us. Keswick Cycle as a whole is a very fiscally sound business. Our West Philadelphia and Glenside, Pennsylvania stores with continue to operate as normal....

I've started to stretch my writing muscles again, as the good folks at Conservative Blogs Central have allowed me to post on their blog.  Just a few entries so far, they can be found here.  Let's see where it takes me; if I start to blog again, you guys will be the first to know.  Promise....

"Thinking about signing off, the listener also could have a curious feeling, too. He/she could be listening to a human voice and feel a kind of connection back then. Announcers were supposed to talk in a relaxed, informal and friendly manner, unlike what you hear on today's radio. You felt as if you were being talked to, not being talked at.

When you heard the sign-off, there was a feeling of disconnection with that person who had been sharing something with you. At the end of sign-off, there would be a brief moment when the sound was over, but the transmitter was still on. Then the transmitter would go off, and the hiss of and open frequency would be heard along with a background scramble of distant stations still broadcasting. The connection was severed, leaving a moment or two of continuation of thought and feeling...."

In Which I Do My Best Bilbo Baggins, And Disappear Forever...

Bilbo's "Farewell Address", at his birthday party - from The Fellowship of the Ring:

After the feast... came the Speech. Most of the company were, however, now in a tolerant mood, at that delightful stage which they called 'filling up the corners'....

My dear People, began Bilbo...Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday: I am eleventy-one today! 'Hurray! Hurray! Many Happy Returns!' they shouted.... This was the sort of stuff they liked: short and obvious.

But Bilbo had not finished. Seizing a horn from a youngster near by, he blew three loud hoots.... I shall not keep you long, he cried. Cheers from all the assembly. I have called you all together for a Purpose..... There was almost silence....

First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. Tremendous outburst of approval.

Secondly, to celebrate my birthday...

Thirdly and finally, he said, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that — though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you — this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!




I thought it would be an apt moment  - on my 8th blogiversary  -to announce that this is THE END of Right, Wing Nut!

And it was too short a time to spend among so many excellent friends and visitors.  But this decision is the culmination of a thought process I began in November, a post-debacle post-mortem in which I tried to figure out if what I am doing here makes even the slightest difference whatsoever in the grand internet scheme of things.

Turns out, I don't.  Or at least I don't feel like I do.  And that's not self-pity, but just the realization that a lot of people do conservative political blogging, and many of them do it better than me.

And I'll admit it - sometimes I ran a particular line of reasoning, or made a certain comparison, or dug up an interesting story...and like the tree falling int he woods, it didn't make much of a sound.  But let a better-connected political blogger make the same connection a week later, and they are hailed and linked worldwide.

The plight of the small blogger everywhere, I suppose. And I'm not sure it's healthy for the genre; we don't want to turn into an online version of the mainstream media, dominated by a few voices.  Still, I'd like to give props to some of the big players who did link here, often more than once - Legal Insurrection, The Other McCain, Michelle Malkin come to mind.  Not to mention every small to mid sized blogger that threw a link my way (Jim at Parkway Rest Stop, Barking Moonbat,  Right Truth, Liberty at Stake, CBC...it's a long list, but thanks to all), and every Twitter follower who re-tweeted a post....

Look -  in general, I wrote because I loved to write.  So many of these 4,635 blog posts were just bursts of political frustration that Right, Wing Nut! gave me an outlet for.  The fact that so many people came by every day to read (600-800, on average) pleased me to no end.

So I'm still gonna blog.  Just not here.  Just not under this particular name.  Just not at this particular blog.  And just not on this particular subject.

I'm going to work the culture angle, because that's where I feel the next battle lies.  And I'm not talking about gay marriage, or abortion, or the proliferation of porn (not specifically).  I'm talking about the complete subjugation of the culture (and the media) to the worldview of the Left, and of the Democratic party.  If we remain a nation where Americans are taught that it is not only proper, but morally correct, to mock every Republican and every conservative concept, then the GOP is dead in the water, regardless of what cosmetic  changes it may make.  And I will address the three topics above, by the way - just in reference to how the culture tries to sell us these oft-distressing behaviors as "normal"...

I'll be coming from the right, of course, and it will be a target-rich environment.  And I'll be doing it because I love to write, and I don't want to give up the fight.  It's just that after eight years, I need a new battlefield.

And I promise I won't forget Jersey.  How can I?  I love this freakin' place. Besides, I need to stay in the good graces of the Jersey bloggers (like More Monmouth Musings...)

I'll probably be ready to go in just a few weeks.  I'll either do a redirect, or just post a link on the top guiding you to where I may be found.

Finally, let me say, from the bottom of my heart...thank you.  Thank you for reading, for linking, for commenting.  I remain honored that I have been found worthy of your attention at all, actually (despite that little bit of bitchiness above).

As I wrote on my darkest day:

Sometimes, when you hurt, you should wallow in your misery. Allow yourself to feel every stab of pain, every pang of loss. And when the black cloud finally passes, you'll find that you suddenly possess the renewed vigor and sense of purpose necessary to move forward. Steely determination replaces weak resolve, and the desire never to return to that dark place propels you ahead, sometimes boldly, sometimes recklessly, sometimes foolishly. But always ahead.


I'm almost there now. I'll let you know when.

Peace.  Love.  And Jersey...

Fascism, Jersey-Style: New Jersey Transit Edition

So I commute from Old Bridge to Midtown Manhattan every day, a 90+ minute trip that involves three legs: Driving (to a park & ride), hopping on a bus, and then either taking a subway or hoofing it to the office, depending on my morning mojo.

The bus trip is the longest segment, usually close to an hour, if not in excess.  And it was perhaps the only saving grace of the commute, as it is oft possible to spend a bulk of that time sleeping, and thus make up for any quality REM missed due to an ungodly wakeup hour.

Bus silence in the AM is pretty well maintained by unspoken (no pun intended) rule: No unnecessary taking, voices kept to whispers, cell-phone chatters frowned into muteness.

But there is no more silence on New Jersey Transit buses anymore.  For as of a few weeks ago, all buses appear to have been pre-programming with a small series of intrusive, offensive, repetitive announcements. All spaced out just far enough to allow you to doze off, only to be awakened by a syrupy-sweet woman's voice laying down the law:

"Smoking, drinking, and eating are not allowed on New Jersey Transit buses"

There's the obligatory nannyism:

"When exiting the bus, please use the handrails, and hold the hand of small children"

There's hucksterism of the NJT product:

"NJT monthly passes can save you over 30%"

And the announcement that seems to be in the highest rotation is the most aggregious of them all:

"Be aware of suspicious behavior.  Report it to NJT at 1-888-TIPS-NJT."


So there I am....nodding off, about to grab a little extra shut-eye, when I am awakened by a voice demanding that I treat my fellow citizens with apprehension, and narc on them should I feel they are somehow...out of line.

Only to doze off again, and be roused minutes later by the same voice, reciting, with forced niceness, the "rules", according to NJT. Followed shortly by some propaganda about saving money by using  government-operated transportation.   And then, as I begin to drop off one last desperate time, the voice of the state returns....reminding me once more of the number I should I call if I feel any of my fellow riders are possibly enemies of the state.

“There is no absurdity so palpable but that it may be firmly planted in the human head...by constantly repeating it with an air of great solemnity.”


And when I finally just give up, and lean my blank face against the window to watch the industrial scenery roll by, I get to see billboards with full color "wanted" pictures, while others tout the strength and resilience of New Jersey, assuring us we are strong enough to rebuild.

Turn grief into strength, carry out Chris Christie's’s behests and carry the proletarian revolutionary cause through to the end...

Think I'm going a bit over the top?  Well, read this little tale out of Jersey from a few days back, and try to tell me that these two incidents are not connected, at least on a philosophical level.

You know what else I think?

That somewhere, at some time, we went horribly off-track....and are accelerating rapidly.  In the wrong direction...

Remembering When Dissent Was Patriotic....

...instead of racist.

And if that meant fantasizing about murdering the president, well...that was patriotic, too.

It's April, 2003.  Madonna releases "American Life".  And then shoots a video...

Two music videos were shot for the song, both directed by Swedish director Jonas Åkerlund. The first one featured Madonna at a military-themed fashion show, cavorting with a brigade of female soldiers and in the end, she throws a hand grenade at George W. Bush. Prior its release, it caused controversy regarding its political, racial, violence and religious views, leading Madonna to release a statement explaining its concept.

After the invasion of Iraq started, Madonna cancelled the release of the original music video, because of the political climate of the country at the time...


Maybe.  Or maybe Madonna cared more about money than any actual political message she was delivering.  After all, having just witnessed the demise of the Dixie Chicks....

The video is here.  Around 4:20, Madonna appears to throw the grenade at Bush, who proceeds to catch it in  midair, smirk (of course), and light a cigar - all while seemingly impervious to, and pleased by, the carnage unfolding all around him.

Try doing that today.  Imagine Obama taking a hit from a Hellfire missile delivered straight from a Predator drone, only to have it turn into a a brand-new Titleist  5-iron. Watch him swing and smile, as innocents die abroad and Americans starve at home!

Do it, and find yourself in jail faster than you can say "Nakoula Basseley Nakoula".  Assuming the media doesn't lynch you, Zimmerman-style, first.

A lot has changed in ten years, I'd reckon...

Why Christie Can Win In 2016

....look, I'm not endorsing the guy.  Soft conservatism in the face of the liberal machine does nothing to halt the flow of institutionalized bureaucratic fascism, which is an ongoing problem in New Jersey, as well as nationally.

But, personality-wise, he might just be the perfect fit for America 2016.  Gruff and no-nonsense on the outside, but soft and ever-so-human on the inside.

Listen to him tell a quick story about family (his mother-in-law, in this case).  To the average American of every political & racial stripe, Christie will come off as just the big guy from down the street who can tell funny - and self-depreciating - stories that they can relate to:





It'll be hard for the media to paint this guy as a "wacko bird", or as an evil right-wing nut.  What will that leave the Democrats/media to work with?  Fat jokes, maybe?

Yeah, because that worked so well last time...

(Hat tip: More Monmouth Musings)

The Assault-Weapon Ban Dies; Left Throws Tantrum

Ron Fournier at National Journal:

"I don't have the words to describe the cowardice of Congress or the depravity of the gun lobby, which conspired to kill the assault-weapons ban....I can't explain the apparent impotence of President Obama who vowed to 'use whatever power this office holds' to convert the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary School into commonsense common good,"


Mike Lupica of the New York Daily News (possibly the worst sportswriter in America; his alck of talent have now taken him to the appropriate place: liberal commentary) writes under a headline shrieking "Spineless Pols Spit on the Graves of Newtown Victims by Not Pushing for Assault Weapons Ban."

So how does the president and any other big politician who allows the gun nuts from the National Rifle Association to win again answer the larger question about weapons that make killings like the elementary-school massacre ridiculously easy: If not now for a ban on these weapons, when?


Liberals run on emotional fumes, as their intellectual arguments hold no water. But speaking of which, here's a cool drink of it, from James Taranto:

As Fournier puts it, Obama and his allies wished "to convert the tragedy . . . into commonsense common good." We disagree on the merits and would put it this way: They cynically sought to exploit a horrific crime in order to promote dubious policies that they had long wished to impose but had refrained from pushing for fear of the political consequences.

There was never very much to the argument other than demagogic appeals to emotion.


The demagogues lost yesterday, and for that, we should all be grateful. Alas, we have not the time to even rest our weary heads, for they are at it already again today...


(All links at Taranto's Best of the Web)