More food for thought

The correct way to handle the Karens is well known locally. Yes Ma’am, No Ma’am, Three bags full Ma’am. Getting in peoples faces does not work. They tend to call the cops, and that goes badly: the cops would rather deal with dissents than gangs. They may be called racist if they deal with the gangs.

From the dissident perspective, there are right ways and wrong ways to protest government policies.

Right ways include malicious compliance and civil disobedience… driving up the costs of enforcement and nudging the Overton windows of acceptance.

Wrong ways include public defiance and one-time dramas that can be neither tolerated nor maintained.

Such in-your-face tactics work for anarchists only because they’re sponsored by the State. One glance at how much catch-and-release goes on for BLM terrorists makes it obvious how long such organizations will persist once their inside handlers decide to close the ‘release’ spigot. They’re tools, not success stories, and don’t you try to be a tool just because they’re “winning”.

Gunner Q.

I respect Peter Grant’s opinions a fair bit because he has a fair amount of time in Subsaharan Africa and has seen civil wars up close and personal. Like many, he does not see a good ending, and he predicts it will be a guerilla war. Which will not go well for the purple haired or those in uniform. I pray he is wrong, and the USA (And NZ, we have the same pressures here — from American Academics. Like the moronic black academic from the USA who decided to lecture us on slavery when the first thing that happened when the British Flag was raised over NZ was that all the slaves were freed. I walked out).

The question, of course, is what to do about it.  I’m not calling for civil war, because I’ve seen what that involves at first hand far too often for comfort, in multiple countries, across multiple decades, on another continent.  Nevertheless, it’s a cold, hard fact that civil war may be thrust upon us, whether we want it or not.  Events can spiral out of control very, very easily.  It probably won’t be like the first American Civil War, with formal, rival governments and armies and battlefields.  It’ll most likely be a fourth-generation conflict, spreading its tentacles into towns and cities and states across the country, with no clearly-defined conflict zones – and no secure, neutral areas, either.

Consider this example.  If an Antifa or BLM mob tries to take its message out of a city’s business district and into residential areas, and the police do little or nothing to stop their violence (as happened repeatedly in Minneapolis, Portland, Seattle, etc.), I fully expect home-owners to start doing whatever they have to do to defend their property, even if that involves the wholesale shooting of rioters.  The progressive left will scream blue murder if that happens, and demand the prosecution of all who dared to defend themselves – but I don’t think the authorities will find much co-operation from those involved.  If they try to crack down, the odds are pretty good that the violence will turn against them, too, because they will have chosen sides.  Certainly, agencies and individuals who are perceived as serving an oppressive tyranny will almost certainly face kinetic reprisals against themselves and their members – and probably their families, too.  That’s a common feature of such conflicts, and there’s nothing to stop it happening here as well.

Even before things get to that stage, consider what happens if ordinary, decent Americans push back against the excesses I mentioned above.  Look at how the Loudon County, VA teachers tried to act against those parents who refused to kowtow to their progressive left agenda.  What if those parents push back harder in their turn?  If I were among them, I most certainly would.  That sort of conflict can lead to physical violence in short order.  I vividly remember the riots over a biased, inequitable education system in Soweto, South Africa, in June 1976, and what followed.  I don’t want to see the same thing here – but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

Bayou Renaissance Man

I read this out to Kea. All of it.. Fine means Fracked off, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional.

If someone says they are fine you run in the other direction. So, from the distaff part of the Grant family… this thing of beauty. I read the whole thing to Kea, who laughed throughout. We need that. Read it all.

For all of you who keep contacting me privately to ask how we’re doing, we’re fine. For every male who just winced and every female who just gave me the raised eyebrow of “and where in the vast unhappy spectrum of a woman’s ‘fine’ are you?”…no, really, we’re good. Yes, almost a year to the day from the last round, we caught Kung Flu again. This time, Peter was hit harder, and I was not nearly as bad as last time. We’re now both officially tested clear (the household had to be, before I could resume work.) Despite everything you’d expect, he’s recovering faster than me. He was sicker, so it’s taking him longer than before, but he’s already less wiped out by the same tasks than I am.

So, back to telling my darling that I hate being weak and useless. And he looks up at me, and… let me tell you, when he is motivated, my Calmer Half can flat move. Which how roughly one disconcerted “meep? eep!” later, I found myself on the couch, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, with a half-awake and rather startled cat plucked from somewhere and pressed on my chest so I could not get up. And Calmer Half standing over me, informing in no uncertain terms, “The correct terms are ‘recovering from illness’ and ‘beloved.’ You will use the proper terminology!” Ladies and gentlemen, without once raising his voice or calling upon his vast command of enlisted epithets, I done been told. Firmly. Time to lie on the couch, scritch the cat, and accept that no, the floor’s not going to be mopped today, and maybe not this week. So how are we? We are Recovering From Illness. And beloved. Very, very beloved.

On a Wing and a Whim.

I have to get paint and sort out various things before family arrive. We are recovering from moving. And I want Kea to feel at all times that she is beloved.