Berkeley Snowflake Riot

Let’s be honest: at some point one of these scumbags is going to wind up shot to death or severely beaten by other scumbags, and the public won’t care.

Stacy McCain:

A mob of violent Berkeley Democrats tonight attacked the campus venue where editor Milo Yiannopoulos was scheduled to speak, breaking windows, starting fires and hurling explosives, forcing University of California officials to cancel the speech.

Stacy has numerous updates, so be sure to read the whole thing.

I’m what  Vox Day would call Alt-lite, but I’m being radicalized daily by the left’s insanity. These cloistered professors need to take a hard look at what they’re creating, because Donald Trump is mild compared to what could replace him should a real backlash take place. Since the media have totally discredited themselves, no one will care if they’re finally telling the truth should that happen.


The Pen and the Phone Stike Back

Oh dear:

The ACLU is getting “multiple reports” that federal customs agents are siding with President Trump — and willfully ignoring a Brooklyn federal judge’s demand that travelers from seven Muslim countries not be deported from the nation’s airports.

The last president cemented his coalition by refusing to abide by his own laws. It shouldn’t be a surprise that when the pendulum swings back people will operate according to the principles that have been set. After all, what is the law if we can just ignore it when it’s inconvenient?

The media can bleat about this, but they just spent eight years applauding the thing that they now decry, and it’s obvious to everyone.

Hat tip: Vox Day

Update: Hillary Clinton Will Still Never Be President

She’s probably also the only Democrat other than Anthony Weiner who’s so repellant that she could lose the election for Mayor of New York.


The worst-kept secret inside Democratic circles is how bitter Hillary Clinton’s team is at President Obama over her election loss. We have heard from numerous, anguished people in Clinton-land blaming Obama — more than Putin, FBI Director James Comey or, um, Hillary herself — for the defeat.

God, I would hate to be Bill. I’d hate even worse to be Hillary.

An Old Cult Classic

I was looking into the “Troubled Teen Industry” recently and I found an article in Mother Jones (yeah, I know) connecting the industry to Synanon. If you don’t know what Synanon is, the article gives an introduction, but I’d recommend looking into it just to get an idea of what has come before in the recovery community.

Nothing in the article really surprised me, except for this sentence:

Studies found that Synanon’s “encounter groups” could produce lasting psychological harm and that only 10 to 15 percent of the addicts who participated in them recovered.

If this is true, Synanon was remarkably successful as far as recovery programs go. Last time I checked the success rate is about five percent per year for just about anything. 

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not looking to start a cult and I wouldn’t recommend that kind of treatment to people who want to hold on to their sanity.

But hey Synanon people, that’s just my opinion.

Watch That First Step

“We admitted we were powerless over [fill in the blank] – that our lives had become unmanageable.”

It seems simple enough: “Do you have a problem?” Obviously. I can’t stop doing this and my life sucks. If it was that simple, though, it wouldn’t have taken seven years just to get where I am right now. 

The first step isn’t just admitting that there’s a problem; it’s the point where I realize that I simply cannot do this anymore. Period. End stop.

The first step is the only one that I have gotten right every day for the last 300 and some days. It’s the only thing that I have done to perfection. I can afford to screw up many things, but not that.

My relationship with my higher power is not always on point. I say and do stupid things. I don’t always tell the truth. I yell at the windshield at least once a day. These are all things that I can get away with sometimes, but if I slip on that one thing it’s all over, and I’ll be lucky if I’m the guy coming back with a sheepish look on his face.