Note: This page may be considered a perpetual work under construction, much as is any given person. It will be the sole page in the “links” section of the archives, and will be updated whenever my lazy ass feels inclined to do so.
When first I met Marc “Animal” MacYoung, he was seated atop an immense mushroom, smoking a hookah and puzzling over a coconut.
“Who are you, Cracker?” he said.
This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. I replied, rather shyly, “I, I don’t rightly know, Mister, jes’ now -- at least I knowed who I was when I got up this morning -- I was one hung-over sumbitch an‘ that’s fer damn sure-- but I reckon I musta got changed several times since then. Damn, but these hangovers is rough as a cob! I oughtta knowed better than ter mix Golden Grain with Mad Dog 20/20, yes sir! My haid feels like Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee is in thar on top o‘ my gray matter, ruttin‘ like rabbits!”
“What do you mean by that?” he said sternly. “Explain yourself!”
“I cain’t hardly ‘splain myself, I’m afeared, Mister,” said I, “”cause I ain’t myself, you see. An‘ I gotta pee like a racehorse, which is why I was checkin‘ out this-here toadstool in the first place.”
“I don’t see.” said Marc.
“Prob’ly ’cause ye’s smokin’ all thet-thar ‘wacky tabbacky’.” I muttered. “Else ye’ been drainkin’ wood alkyhol. Anyway, I’m afeared I cain’t hardly put it no clearer,” I replied very politely, “ ‘cause I cain’t hardly unnerstand it myownself ter begin with; an’ bein’ in so many diff’rent states o’ consciousness, semi-consciousness and unconsciousness in a day is a mite confusin’.”
“Oh, well in that case, hop on up here and take a hit of this!” he said, “It’ll really knock your dick in the dirt!”
“Damn skippy!” I said, hoisting myself atop the cap. “Mind if I mosey over yonder and 'bleed the lizard'? My back teeth is floatin’ an‘ my eyes is fixin’ ter turn yaller, iffen ye‘ knows what I mean!!”
“No prob,” he said, blowing a smoke ring. “Just watch your aim. And how come you rednecks wear those boots, anyway? You ain’t ridin’ a horse. And speakin’ of lizards watch out for the little green ones. They‘re all over the friggin‘ place.”
“Oh hell yeah!” I said, unzipping. “Them little suckers was all over the place in South Carolina when I was a kid! Jes’ watch this! I’m fixin’ ter scare the piss out of the one on thet-thar daid leaf. He’ll turn from green to brown right afore yer eyes, yes indeed he will!”
“Hey, hey, hey! Just focus on what you’re doin’, mmmkay? You’re pissin’ all over your boots.”
Actually, It didn’t happen that way, but I like that version. I also like to ungrammatically split infinitives. Prepositions are one thing I love to end sentences with. And begin them with conjunctions. Fragments. I like fragments! At any rate, I ran into Marc online, some years ago. I’d been “cyber stalking’ him ever since I’d read Cheap Shots, Ambushes and Other Lessons for the tenth time, and had actually understood it that time around. Wouldn’t ya just know he wasn’t even hiding? I shot him an Email, was invited to join the Animal List, and the rest is history.
The site run by him and his wife, Dianna Gordon-MacYoung, is one of the best there is on self-defense, period. If ol’ Animal puts up with a “wing nut” like Yours Truly, you just know he’s one hell of a nice guy, as well.
Barry Eisler. I met this gent on the Animal List, where he was “a-hunting high and low” for information, in order to add that extra element of realism to his already superb novels. I contacted him, and apparently, he liked what he read.
What can I say about Barry? He’s the author of the bestselling “Rain” series. He’s a damned good friend. He’s thoughtful. He’s observant. He’s intelligent. He’s articulate. He’s extraordinarily well rounded and well traveled. He’s the best writer of thriller fiction I’ve ever read, bar none. He’s open-minded enough to be my “Bro”, even if he’s “top shelf” while I’m “mason jar.” He put a link to my blog on his website. He gave me advice. He gave me encouragement. He gave me a laptop!
That’s a laptop, you perverted freaks! He’s not that kinda guy, and neither am I! He’s “married, with children”, and I’m (for all I know) “bachelor, with bastards.” He’s a spiffy dresser, and knows just how to use that whole “five o’ clock shadow chic” bit to tremendous advantage. Hell, were he a woman, I’d cop a feel! Don’t cheat yourselves. Read his books!
Ed Moon is enigmatic, erudite, and a fantastic conversationalist. His apparent reserve makes it possible for him to observe, and keenly at that. For all his intelligence and insightfulness, he’s quite capable of “letting his hair down“, too. Uh, bad choice of expressions on my part, actually. The fellow had no hair, when I met him. He was, in fact, as bald as a pickled onion. Hmmm…. Let’s say that he’s no “stick in the mud”, and capable of being quite social, and enjoying himself.
I made his acquaintance at the 2005 Animal List BBQ in Castle Rock, Colorado, and took an immediate liking to him. He has a website containing material which (“techno-peasant” that I am) is “all Greek to me”, but which might be of great interest to the more technologically inclined. He was kind enough (bless his heart!) to put a link to my blog on his site, and I’m returning the favor. It’s sheer coincidence, but I get a big kick out of the “mooned” part of the address, given my fondness for that American version of the “kilt flip”.
http://billstclair.com At first, I had no idea who these folks were. I was simply checking my referrers, when I found that they’d been kind enough to post a link to Heathen, Commie Rifles.
Upon checking them out (the polite thing to do, of course), I noticed the “Claire Files” line.
Dude! That must be Claire Wolfe’s bunch! I used to love her stuff! I wondered whatever happened to her!
Well, now I know.
I’ll admit that I have a few problems with some of the assumptions of “orthodox” Libertarianism, but these folks ain’t orthodox by any stretch of the imagination. They’re sharp, they ask damned good questions, and they’ll attack any threat to liberty, whether public or private. In short, unlike many “wallet motivated“ Libertarians, they‘re principled. Check them out, if you’re an “old school“, freedom-loving patriot.
Lindsay Publications , now that Loompanics Unlimited has "bitten the big one", can truly be said to have the best book catalog in the world. The company specializes in reprints of technical books and training manuals from the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, but publishes and/or carries a dazzling variety of books on other subjects, as well. Within the pages of their fantastic little catalog, the tinkerer, survivalist, or “do-it-yourselfer” will find a veritable candy store of know-how, in which he’s guaranteed to feel like a kid with a pocket full of nickels. These folks publish or carry books on everything from tanning leather to BBQ, and from alternative energy to embalming. This site is a “must see”, as far as I’m concerned.
Kurt Saxon is the author of the notorious Poor Man’s James Bond series, as well as the Survivor series, and a host of other works. Saxon is truly “the Grand Old Man” of survivalism, and has probably contributed more valuable work to the field than any number of later imitators. He’s taken his lumps, endured outright slander and libel from his media enemies, has been screwed by a corrupt legal system, and has often been regarded as something of a pariah within “The Field’, by those who’ve stolen many of his ideas, concepts, and even specific terms.
He’s “been around the block” a few times (his tales of first-hand experience in the world of far-right “gutter politics” during the 50’s and 60’s alone are utterly engrossing, and could make for a damned good book in their own right), is intelligent, observant, “off-the-wall”, and sometimes just-plain funny as hell (See if his Clarence... stories don’t leave you rolling on the floor). He is, however, somewhat curmudgeonly in his writing, and extremely controversial in his views. Best, perhaps, for the over-sensitive or under-confident to give him a wide berth.
I profoundly disagree with him on many issues, but that in no way detracts from the value of his work, nor even negates the various debts I feel I owe him. Check him out, but at your own risk.
www.vdare.com is the home of the very few people who are willing to confront -- or even acknowledge -- the negative side of mass immigration, our nation’s slide down the slippery slope from republic to “democracy” and thence to empire, and the consequences thereof. Unlike certain neocon talk-show hosts, they’ve realized that it is we who are on “the wrong side of history” and they don’t hesitate to point it out. Among the best writers one will encounter on this site are Paul Craig Roberts (who, to my mind, has come a little too close to “the edge” of late), Edwin S. Rubenstein, Peter Brimelow, Steve Sailor, and the late Sam Francis. Less polished, but on “the front lines” are Allan Wall, Joe Guzzardi and a gent calling himself “Juan Mann”.
These people are realists, and while what they have to say might not be very uplifting (it’s downright depressing, at times, for the record), the fact that they’re hated equally by “liberal”, “conservative” and “libertarian” elites indicates -- to me, at least -- that they’re probably onto something. To their discredit, they occasionally run pieces from administration cheerleader Michelle Malkin, but nobody’s perfect.
Llewellyn Rockwell is an odd bird, but his site is worth a look-see. He’s a Rothbard-style Libertarian, a believer in the “Austrian School” of economics, and a few other things, to boot. To their credit, he and his minions aren’t nearly as pompous as Virginia Postrel and the “Ye who value liberty over profit, go fuck yourselves!” crowd over at Reason. None of the Rockwell gang would ever presume his/her own omniscience and infallibility enough to pen a book entitled The Future and Its Enemies. Need I say more? There’s usually something fun, interesting or thought-provoking to be found here, so I read them fairly regularly, even when I disagree with what I’m reading.
Ranch Rescue is on the frontlines of the illegal alien invasion -- literally. They’re one of those groups the president considers “vigilantes” and the vice president calls “unacceptable”. That fact alone would score points for them in my book, but I also happen to approve of what they’re doing. Every time I consider the plight of such groups, I’m reminded of a quote from Tim Newark’s The Barbarians:
With their marauding unopposed, the Avars, Slavs and Bulgars became even more harassing and outrageous. So that in the end, shocked by the sight of their ransacked farms, and with their wives and children enslaved, Balkan civilians and farmers formed themselves into groups of local resistance. Often they were successful, ambushing bandits laden with booty, but once word of this reached the Imperial authorities, government troops were sent to harass the farmers…
The American Conservative is Pat Buchanan’s site, Buchanan being one of the last of the “old school” conservatives, as opposed to the “invade the world, invite the world” crowd currently infesting Washington. When I was younger, Buchanan used to get under my skin, but I think he was supposed to, in a way. He’s a bit abrasive at times, and somewhat on the combative side, so I don’t think It’s coincidence that CNN often put him across the aisle from grandfatherly pinko Tom Braden on Crossfire, during the late 80’s. These days, I find myself increasingly in agreement with him, and would have to consider his book The Death of the West essential reading. Sadly, I think this gent may go down in history as an American Procopius.
As for the neocons? They too will “go down”, but more after the fashion of Kevin Bacon in Animal House, screeching: “All is well! All is well!” even as the onrushing mob tramples him into the pavement.
The Patriot War College is the site of “The Last American”, who is unapologetically right-wing, Christian, patriotic, and a hell of a great guy all around. He’s one of the dreaded “militia wing nuts” who caused many a bed to be wet during the years of the Clinton regime, and I wish there were more of his kind around. I’ve had the great pleasure of corresponding with him in the past, and I admire the guy’s guts and the principled stand he takes for what he believes in. This site is essentially for latter-day Minutemen, so those with “powder allergies” may want to steer clear of it.
Thomas Clough is an artist, a writer, and one of the keenest observers/commentators/chroniclers of America’s unraveling social fabric I’ve ever encountered. He’s intelligent, he’s funny, and he “does his homework.” He’s never vulgar, less hyperactive, less self-absorbed and far more upstanding than I am, and I like and respect his work. Have a gander at it.
Antiwar is the home of the enigmatic Justin Raimondo and like-minded thinkers. Raimondo is an interesting character, to be sure. Gay without being strident, pro-free-enterprise without being a globalist, and anti-war, without being a pacifist. He’s gutsy, highly literate, and sharp as a tack. He was the first to point out the chilling appropriateness of the president’s use of the words “fire in the minds of men”
, a phrase stolen from Dostoevsky’s The Possessed, during one of his speeches. This impressed the living hell out of me, if I may put it bluntly. He was also the first, to my knowledge, to leap upon the neocons’ use of the phrase “reality-based community”as a disparaging term for their detractors. Gives one pause (and cause) to reflect, no?
Total Resistance is another “militia wing nut” site. I don’t know these guys, and have never corresponded with them, but they have oodles of great articles pertaining to shooting, survival and TEOTWAWKI, as well as links to other sites and to military manuals. I wonder, at times, if they didn't swipe their name from Swiss Major H. von Dach's identically titled classic. No matter. It's a great site. Up-front, “in your face”, ballsy and informative. Definitely a “thumbs-upper”. If the country keeps moving in its current direction, there’s a good chance that these guys and I will probably die in the same gulag/concentration camp, all the more reason for me to like them.
http://thearmylink.iwarp.com
www.usaoca.org/
Support the troops.
“Gee, Wally! You sure are patriotic!”
“Define ‘patriotism‘, Beav. What does it really mean to you? Are you familiar with the words ‘Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori?’ Are you, Beav? Are you willing to go that far, or are you content merely to wave flags and shoot off fireworks with Whitey and Lumpy? What is patriotism to you, Beav? Is it allegiance to the government -- ‘Alles für die Vereinigten Staaten’ after a fashion? Allegiance to the leader -- the 'Führerprinzip'?
Or is your loyalty to the people themselves? To some kind of ideal? Oh, Beav, Beav, Beav. Your failure to define your terms saddens me. You, Beaver, may chant ‘Vaterland und Freiheit' all you please, but do you actually understand the ‘Freiheit’ part? Well, do you? Answer me!”
"Gee, Wally! I used to think you were swell! Now I’m starting to think you’re some kind of creep or goon or something!”
Oh, Beaver, you droll little man, you! You do amuse me at times. Tell me then: What, in the narrow-bandwidth universe you inhabit, constitutes a 'creep' or a 'goon'? Is either condition indicative of a moral state? A Weltanschauung, perhaps? Or are ’creep’ and ’goon’ simply words you use to designate those whose behaviors and attitudes you find unpleasant? Is that it, Beav? Are you giving your subjective preferences the weight of moral absolutes? Well, are you? Oh, Beaver. Poor Beaver. I’m afraid you no longer amuse me. Do you see this cleaver, Beaver Cleaver? Large, isn’t it? Of Chinese manufacture, if I’m not mistaken; meant for cleaving bone. I could turn your skull into a drinking cup with a single blow! Now I‘d suggest you leave my room, post-haste.”
“Gee, Wally! You’d better cut it out, or I’m gonna tell Dad, and he’ll lick ya!”
“Ha ha ha ha ha! Please do be my guest, Beaver. Tell Dad. Where, by the way, is Dad right now? Do you ever ask yourself questions of this sort? Do you? Oh, Beav! I could tell you things about Dad that would shatter your sanity! Now get lost, squirt. Eddie’s comin’ over and we’re gonna go pick up girls.”
If you found that disturbing, tough shit.
James Webb is, in my not-so-humble opinion, one of the greatest living Americans of our time. This, in an age in which a certain despicable talk-show host bandies the term “great American” about like a fry cook slinging hash at the local greasy spoon, bestowing it upon every Kool-Aid drinker who unthinkingly agrees with the party line and blows sunshine up his pompous ass.
Webb is a decorated Vietnam veteran, author, filmmaker, and former Reagan-era Secretary of the Navy and Assistant Secretary of Defense. He’s also one of “my kind”, ethnically, culturally and attitude-wise, for the most part. Even were none of this so, I’d recommend him on the strength of his book Born Fighting alone.
Apparently exiled from Republican circles for three great sins: 1.) Daring to ask the question “What’s wrong with this picture?”; 2.) Refusing to drink the Kool-Aid; and 3.) Unwillingness to allow his chin to be anyone’s ball-rest, Mr. Webb recently entered and won the Senate race in the Virginia Democratic Primary. Next stop: Washington, one hopes. For this, many neocons have branded him a “turncoat”, but I say more power to him. Infiltration is an ancient and respected tactic, after all. Just look at what it’s done for John McCain… If Webb’s pissing both the Demon-crats and the Republi-cunts off that badly, he must be doing something right, which makes him “good people” in my book.
Not that I think there’s any kind of political solution to our once-great nation’s self-destructive drag race down the “Highway to Hell”, mind you.
Alex Jones is often called a lunatic, a conspiracy nut, and just about everything but a White man by various detractors both “left” and “right”. Anyone who is that universally reviled is usually going to attract my attention sooner or later. Before there was Michael “Satchel Ass” Moore’s Fahrenheit 911, there was Jones’s 9/11: The Road to Tyranny. Even if you don’t share his belief in “New World Order” conspiracies, or his view that 9/11 was an “inside job” his DVD is a fairly chilling look at America’s descent from once-free country into quasi-fascist, quasi-socialist police state.
Whether or not the causality he presents is faulty, he certainly has an eye for the effects. As I have no way of independently verifying the “official” story, I won’t write this guy off as crazy. “It’s the government’s version! Therefore ya gotta believe it, mister! Ya just gotta!” doesn’t cut any ice with me. Matter o’ fact, it leads me to respond: “Chuck you, Farley. I don’t thuckin’ fink so!”
The best way to figure out whether this guy’s nuts or onto something? Buy a copy of the DVD (it’s dirt cheap), watch it, put it on the shelf and forget about it, then watch it again a few years down the road.
John Taylor Gatto is the author of another of my “must reads”, The Underground History of American Education. This book has probably had the proverbial turd/punchbowl effect upon his popularity (much as Toland’s Infamy did for its author), but it's superb, well researched, and informative. The gentle reader can either buy a copy (I’m sure Mr. Gatto would like that, and he certainly deserves the money) or read it for free at the website. The tone of the book is actually similar to Ayn Rand’s article “The Comprachicos”, but digs much deeper and goes into far greater detail.
Not to veer too far off topic, but it actually makes a good companion volume to Leonard Peikoff’s The Ominous Parallels. The book examines the history of American public education, pulls no punches, and goes straight for the carotids, a fact that is sure to infuriate those who suffer from what Discordians once called “hardening of the orthodoxies”.
Because its controversial and potentially infuriating, I’ll recommend that it be read in the way all books should be read: Read it cover-to-cover, then track down every cite, source, and reference in the notes and bibliography, and read them, as well.
Voz de Aztlan provides very interesting and informative reading. I recommend that everyone check them out, especially those residing in the Southwest. Warning: Some content may be considered vaguely anti-Semitic,in the same sense that Josef Goebbels or Julius Streicher may have been considered vaguely anti-Semitic.
The Patriotist is unfortunately “dormant” in the words of its creators. It’s still up and running, though, and the archives are available, for all that no new material is being produced. The articles run the gamut from thick-headed to thought provoking, and the name of the site pretty much says it all. Generally speaking, I enjoy what I read here, even if the odd piece is a bit simplistic and/or reductionist in tone. Personally, I think this country has long since passed the “point of no return”, but some of this stuff is inspiring in its own way.
Fred's is worth checking out. This guy has a regular column in Shotgun News. He’s a bit abrasive at times, makes quite a few assumptions, and is (for whatever reason) more hung-up on the UN than on the threat our own government represents to our liberty. Maybe he’s just covering his ass. I like his columns, and I like his site, though. He’s absolutely right about the deplorable state of marksmanship in this country, and --until the People’s Republic of Roswell decided to illegalize all shooting within the city limits -- his columns shamed me into practicing more often. If you shoot an M1A1, his store is your one-stop shopping paradise for parts and accessories. He carries a good selection of books, too.
http://www.freedomtofascism.com/ A reader sent this link to me, and whereas I don’t know enough about these folks to endorse them, they certainly appear to be worth checking out. I’m not sure why the filmmaker cites the film’s reception in the various European “nanny states”, though. It’s not as if I’d view any of them as bastions of freedom, after all. To me, fascism and socialism are “Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum”: I get screwed either way. What’s the old saying? “Whomever you vote for, you still end up with the fucking government…” On an even darker note, I might add that many -- if not most-- efforts of this sort amount to “closing the barn door after the horse has run away.” I'll leave it to the gentle reader to draw his own conclusions.
www.vote-smart.org Interesting site. The gentle reader can find out who all his elected officials are, and check their voting records, too. I have no idea whether the folks who run this site are lefty, neocon, Libertarian, or representatives of the Ringworm First! Party, but the information they make available is nice to have, especially if one is into muckraking and has a grudge against a given politishit. He can then send all his friends to this site, in which they can see for themselves what a liar ol’ Congressman Boxmuncher is. An additional bonus: The reader can take a test that allows others to tell him where he fits in the political herd. Downright charitable of the fuckers, now ain't it?
Chronicles is yet another last gasp of “Paleocon” sanity in a sea of neocon madness. Given the incestuous nature of most political sites, much of the material here also appears on Vdare and American Conservative, but this site is still well worth checking out.
The late David Hackworth was another “great American”, but in the meaningful sense. One of the most decorated soldiers of the 20th century, Col. Hackworth, author of the near-notorious About Face, was a true warrior, having served his country in the tail-end of WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. Having essentially banished himself from the neocon mainstream, he continued to “support the troops” as only an old soldier can -- sincerely. His “Defending America” column appeared on his own site, in Soldier of Fortune, and on Worldnet Daily, and probably caused many a case of indigestion via the valid criticism and sharp questions contained therein.
I was a "Brat", as was the lovely lady who "clued me in" to this site, and the first (to the best of my knowledge) documentary ever made about our kind. Have a look, if you're curious. I know I'll be seeing this one, come hell or high water.
The Minuteman Project Consists of numerous brave, dedicated, and patriotic men and women working "on their own time and their own dime" to plug the holes in our sieve-like border. Disliked equally by liberal lovers of "diversity" and conservative lovers of cheap labor -- they've been tarred as "vigilantes" by King George, and their activities called "unacceptable" by "Darth Sidious" Cheney -- they're performing a thankless task for an ungrateful and often indifferent country. My hat's off to these folks.