Better this complicit traitor lose his child than any of the innocent German parents who are enduring an invasion of their nation thanks to their treasonous elite:
A teenage Afghan asylum seeker has been arrested in Germany for the rape and murder of a beautiful 19-year-old medical student. Maria Ladenburger was found dead in the university city of Freiburg, near the border with Switzerland in mid October. According to media reports, she was the daughter of a high-ranking EU official.
A single strand of hair found at the crime scene led investigators to a 17-year-old migrant who arrived in Germany last year as an unaccompanied minor. The suspect has confessed to the murder, according to police. He was arrested on Friday and will go before the courts next year. Maria was drowned after being raped, her body found in the River Dreisam on October 16.
One can certainly have sympathy for the murdered girl. No young woman should suffer such a fate. But for the father, there can be none. He literally sacrificed his daughter on the altar of his idiotically ahistorical ideology. If only the elite would pay more of the price of their policies, perhaps they would not govern so foolishly.
If you’re still stupid enough to advocate for open borders or bringing refugees into the country, keep in mind that the next victim of immigrant crime could be your child. Some amount of crime in a society is escapable. But 100 percent of immigrant-related crime is absolutely avoidable and totally unnecessary.
I think he should have accepted it, mostly because Trump will end up firing a neocon who doesn’t abide by his policies as directed within months, if not weeks:
Representative Dana Rohrabacher (R-CA) was offered the Deputy Secretary of State position by President-elect Donald J. Trump’s transition team, but declined because he “could not support a Secretary of State that didn’t have Trump’s policies”, according to a source with intimate knowledge of the process.
The source told GotNews that Rohrabacher, who was being considered for the Secretary of State post, refused to serve under a Secretary who did not align with Donald Trump’s foreign policy views.
Rohrabacher, an “outspoken Trump enthusiast” and long-serving member of the House called “Putin’s favorite congressman” for his pro-peace views, stands out among the other potential picks for head of the State Department, such as Trump-hating failed presidential candidate Mitt Romney, gun-grabbing classified info leaker David Petraeus, and neoconservative warmonger John Bolton.
The Deputy Secretary of State position is currently filled by Obama’s Tony Blinken, who was appointed in 2015. The Deputy Secretary of State is the chief assistant to the Secretary and replaces them as Acting Secretary in the case of death or other emergency.
Rohrabacher evidently chose not to take his chances and risk serving under a conventional establishment Secretary of State with pro-war, anti-Trump foreign policy views, such as Mitt Romney, John Bolton, or David Petraeus.
Rudy Giuliani, another contender for the post, was exclusively revealed by GotNews to have failed his own vetting process, likely due to his recent foreign lobbying. Giuliani is no longer in the race.
Then again, perhaps Trump will just give him the top spot.
Helton Strom is just a guy between contracts when he runs afoul of both planetary officialdom and space pirates. He is left with nothing but the clothes on his back, and not even a citizenship to his name. Is the ancient, broken-down military surplus starship and the young lady living aboard it the key to a bright future, or will his repairs and new mercenary friends reawaken the demons lurking in the ship’s murky and lethal past?
BACK FROM THE DEAD is the first book in The Stars Came Back series. It is a space western, the story of regular folks just trying stay alive, seeking work to earn money for repairs to get to the next job, with no shortage of action and adventure along the way. It is military sci-fi, featuring a company of mercenaries, spaceship combat, mortar and rifle combat, spear-and-shield battle, and post-traumatic stress disorder. And it is a philosophical investigation, pondering everything from the lessons of Achilles to how one stops a bar fight with earplugs.
The space liner’s lounge is sparse and spare, dim with the faint, reddish light that indicates the night shift. A few round ports and several screens line the walls above solidly mounted furniture. Helton slouches at an angle, half-facing Art, an elderly businessman with a dazed expression on his face and a drink in his hand, looking absently out one of the larger viewing ports. His coat is in a heap on another chair, and his bag supports his feet. “By the time it was over, virtually all my assets were forfeited on the spot, I’d been stripped of citizenship, and searched by the Blue Gloves way more personally than I’d like. How?” He shakes his head slowly in disbelief. “How did we get here?”
“It could be worse,” the old man says quietly. “You are here, yes?”
Helton stares at him, incredulous. “Well, yeah, but–”
“Not in jail. Not in uniform.”
“They wouldn’t–”
“Still breathing.”
Comprehension dawns on Helton’s face. He takes a drink, then says, “But I don’t understand. Why?”
“They get a percentage of any fines or forfeitures they assess, as an ‘incentive’ to be attentive to the letter of the law. Likely you were put on a list some time ago, and this was just the easiest opportunity to make you go away. If they hadn’t gotten busy with that bomb on Level Eight, you might still be there.”
“Wha…? Bomb? Nobody said anything about a bomb.”
“The disturbance that called them away?”
“But that was some sort of transformer explosion in an electrical vault…”
Art looks as him with a slight shake of his head and a knowing, apologetic smile on his face. “Always buy a round trip ticket. Always have the appearance that you have good reason to come back, and no plans to do otherwise. Terrorist, separatists, false flag — makes no difference.”
“You…?”
“You are just now realizing what’s been going on these last months and years?”
Helton says, feebly, not even accepting his own excuse, “Been busy.”
“People have had to flee on a moment, packing light, for thousands of years. The warning signs of collapse are always the same. The debt. The scapegoats. The lies. The ‘temporary emergency measures.’ I cut it closer than I should have.” Art shrugs and takes a drink from his own glass. “My family is all safely away, and everything else shipped ahead for us by others.” A small, sympathetic smile crosses his wizened face. “It looks like you won’t be returning, either.”
Helton looks at him in disbelief, frowning, brows knit. Quietly, in shock, he says to himself, “Homeless.” He turns his gaze back to the port, staring blankly.
“You are lucky, though,” Art says.
“If this is lucky, I’d hate to see unlucky.”
“They picked you clean, but they let you leave.” He looks intensely at Helton. “Think. What do you have? Where are you going?”
He shrugs, waves to his coat and bag. “My sister’s.”
“And?”
Helton shakes his head, still not sure what Art is asking. Art taps his temple, then his chest. Then waves to the room around them, at the glass in Helton’s hand. Slowly, forcing himself to think positively, Helton taps his temple. “I have … useful skills … and knowledge.” He touches his chest. “I’m heading for family … who will welcome me. Work. I’m not sucking vacuum or” he holds up his glass, “dying of thirst in a desert. Better off than Odysseus meeting Nausicaä.”
A big smile spreads across the old man’s face. “A man of education.”
“Not enough. Didn’t see this coming.”
“It will serve you well. Never forget your assets, just because you acquired some new liabilities. Have faith in yourself, and you’ll be okay. God works in mysterious ways.”
Helton looks at Art silently for a long moment. He drains his glass, unconvinced.
The Kellogg Co. said in a statement that it regularly works with media buying partners to “ensure our ads do not appear on sites that aren’t aligned with our values as set forth in our advertising guidelines.”
Kellogg’s guidelines state that it won’t place ads in media that “encourages offensive behavior to others, or where the media is not consistent with our product or corporate image.”
The cereal company said that it advertises on a large number of websites, “so occasionally something is inadvertently missed. In this case, we learned from consumers that ads were placed on Breitbart.com and decided to discontinue advertising there.”
It is common for companies to buy online ads through third-party networks or ad exchanges that place the ads on numerous sites. As a result, many companies may not be aware of which sites on which their ads ultimately appear.
Other companies that have pulled their ads from Breitbart in recent weeks include the insurance giant Allstate and the ad exchange AppNexus.
I don’t know about you, but I think I can give up Rice Krispies for America. But it’s good to know that we can refuse to do business with those who don’t share our values.
L’Alt-Destra è della destra politica nel senso Americano e Europeano. Socialisti non sono Alt-Destra. Progressivisti non sono Alt-Destra. Liberali non sono Alt-Destra. Communisti, Marxisti, Marxisti culturali, e neo-conservatori non sono Alt-Destra.
L’Alt-Destra è un ALTERNATIVA al conservatorismo tradizionale degli Stati Uniti d’America nominalmente descritto dai 10 Principi Conservatori di Russel Kirk, ma che in realtà si è trasformato nel progressivismo. L’Alt-Destra è anche un alternativa al libertarianismo.
L’Alt-Destra non è un atteggiamento difensivo e rigetta il concetto della sconfitta nobile e di principio. È una filosofia anticipativa e offensiva in tutto senso della parola. L’Alt-Destra creda nella vittoria attraverso la perseveranza in armonia con la scienza, la realtà, la tradizione culturale, e le lezioni del passato.
L’Alt-Destra creda che l’Occidente esemplifica l’apice della realizzazione umana e mantiene le sue colonne fondamentali: la Cristianità, le nazioni Europee, e l’eredità Greco-Romana.
L’Alt-Destra è apertamente e esplicitamente nazionalista. Sostiene tutti i nazionalismi e il diritto di ogni nazione di esistere, omogeneo e incontaminato dell’invasione straniera e dell’immigrazione.
L’Alt-Destra è anti-globalista. Si oppone a ogni gruppo che lavora per ideali o obiettivi globalisti.
L’Alt-Destra è anti-uguaglianza. Rigetta l’esistenza dell’uguaglianza per la stessa ragione che rigetta l’esistenza degli unicorni o dei folletti, facendo nota del fatto che l’uguaglianza umana non esiste in qualsiasi forma scientifica, legale, materiale, intellettuale, sessuale, o spirituale.
L’Alt-Destra è scientodista. Accetta con presunzione le conclusioni correnti del metodo scientifico (scientodia), tenendo conto che (a) queste conclusioni potrebbero poi essere riviste, (b) gli scienziati sono suscettibili alla corruzione, e (c) il cosiddetto consenso scientifico non è basato sulla scientodia ma sulla democrazia, e quindi non è scientifica.
L’Alt-Destra creda che l’identita > cultura > politica
L’Alt-Destra si oppone alla dominazione di un gruppo etnico indigeno da un altro, particolarmente nelle patrie dei gruppi dominati. L’Alt-Destra si oppone a qualsiasi gruppo etnico estraneo che ottiene un influenza eccessiva in qualsiasi società, sia per il nepotismo sia per il tribalismo sia per qualsiasi metodo.
L’Alt-Destra capisce che diversità + prossimità = guerra.
L’Alt-Destra non se ne frega di che ne pensi.
L’Alt-Destra rigetta il liberoscambismo internazionale e il libero movimento della gente che il liberoscambismo esige. I vantaggi del liberoscambismo intranazionale non danno prova dei vantaggi del liberoscambismo internazionale.
L’Alt-Destra creda che dobbiamo assicurare l’esistenza della razza bianca e un futuro per bambini bianchi.
L’Alt-Destra non creda nella supremazia generale di qualsiasi razza, nazione, gente, o sotto-specie. Ogni razza, nazione, gente, e sotto-specie umana ha i sui propri vantaggi e le sue proprie debolezze, e possiede il diritto assoluto di abitare indisturbata nella cultura nativa che preferisce.
L’Alt-Destra è una filosofia che tiene in gran conto la pace fra le diverse nazioni del mondo e oppone le guerre che servono solo a imporre i valori di una nazione su un’altra. Si oppone anche gli sforzi per sterminare singole nazioni con la guerra, il genocidio, l’immigrazione, o l’assimilazione genetica.
“The great trick of keeping this going is constantly recreating the national identity to include other people.” – Charles Taylor, multiculturalist philosopher
A: Santa was a Negro, Hamilton was a Negro, and Barbie a fat Jewess who looked like a pig.
Q: Why did the great ethnic cleansing of America take place?
The demographic devastation of the USA is not an accident. It was planned. It is intentional. It is taking place all around you. None of the whitefacing and mudsharking and Schrödingering and cucking that you’re seeing in the media and in the culture is innocent. It is collectively intended to destroy the surviving remnants of America proper, America per se, the original America of the Founding Fathers that has been under assault from the melting potists and propositionals and equalitarians since the early 20th century.
It should be patently obvious to even those most strongly in denial that a geographical location in which the national identity has been recreated is no longer the same nation. Just as the continental land mass can no longer be described as Native American, it can no longer be described as American.
The United States of America is no longer united, a collection of sovereign states, or American. Discuss amongst yourselves….
That joke was a lot easier to laugh knowingly at when it concerned the Holy Roman Empire, wasn’t it?
Castalia author Peter Grant, of Brings the Lightning fame, is polling people about his next open project slot:
The book for the second quarter of 2017 is where I’m looking for your input. I have the following possibilities, all of which are partially written or plotted out already.
A heroic fantasy novel. Sword and sorcery in the classic tradition, with good triumphing over evil (of course!). The first draft of this novel is about 45% complete.
Another fantasy novel, less in the ‘heroic’ tradition, but including sword and sorcery in a more formal military setting. Think late Middle Ages or early Renaissance in a European-style country. First draft is about 30% complete.
A space detective novel, set in the Maxwell universe and tying in with the Maxwell Saga from time to time (i.e. characters from both series will get together). First draft is about 30% complete.
A mil-sci-fi novel set in the Maxwell universe, but with completely new characters. The idea would be to establish a backstory from which the character might meet and/or work with Steve Maxwell in future books. Plotted out, but not yet begun.
If you care to weigh in, you can do so at his blog.
It’s not hard to understand why the God-Emperor Ascendant was so impressed by Gen. Mattis. Speaking as a game designer, which involves thinking through things in a way few people ever have to do, I can say this is an indication of man who takes the time to be certain he really, really knows his stuff. The mind behind this level of detailed preparation and coaching can only be described in the vernacular as Belichickian:
First Marine Division was holding their first ROC Drill, the rehearsal of concept of what we were about to do. I had never seen a walk-through like this before. Marines had spent days building an enormous reproduction of southern Iraq in a bowl formed by a huge, semicircular sand dune. Each road, each river, each canal, each oil field was built to scale and even in proper color (water was blue dye poured into a sand ditch, and so on.)
Each Marine unit wore football jerseys in different colors, and with proper numbers. First Battalion, Fifth Marines, known as one-fifth, wore blue jerseys with “15” on the back, and other units were similarly identified. Principal staff from those units stood on the “border” drawn in the sand. About 300 officers stood and sat on the dune above. It was the perfect way to visualize what was about to happen.
General Mattis stood up and took a handheld microphone. Without referencing a single piece of paper, he discussed what each unit would do and in what sequence, and outlined his end state for each phase of the early war. He spoke for nearly 30 minutes, and his complete mastery of every nuance of the battle forthcoming was truly impressive.
A narrator then took over and picked up the narrative, the rest of the first week of the early war in sequence. As he described each movement, the officers from that unit walked to the proper place on their terrain model, and by the end of an hour the colored jerseys were spread over nearly a football field’s worth of sand. What a show.
At the end of the drill, questions were answered and then Mattis dismissed everyone. No messing around with this guy. Mike Murdoch, one of the British company commanders, leaned over to me, his eyes wide. “Mate, are all your generals that good?”
I looked at him.
“No. He is the best we have.”
As I’ve repeatedly observed about the God-Emperor Ascendant, when he says he is going to get the best people, he isn’t blowing smoke or pontificating. He’s simply expressing his intentions. And if those he hires subsequently demonstrate they can’t get it done, he doesn’t hesitate to eject them and replace them with someone who can.
Just in case those of you who are Brainstormers, Original Galaxians, Burn Unit, or Infogalactic supporters ever doubt that you are, in fact, making a difference. Someone posted this today on Gab:
Major Tom @MajorTom In Hong Kong on the MTR right now and the local guy standing next to me has @infogalactic open on his phone.
How cool is that? These are challenging times, to be sure, but even so, it is an exciting time to be alive!
Speaking of Brainstorm, we’re doing a belated November session on Monday night at 7 PM. Closed event, lots to discuss. Invites will go out tomorrow.
