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Murders in London Overtake New York for First Time Since 1800 Under Sadiq Khan, by Jack Montgomery

Undoubtedly the headlined statistic has nothing to do with immigration or Muslims. From Jack Montgomery at breitbart.com:

London has overtaken New York City for number of murders for the first time in over 200 years under the mayoralty of Labour’s Sadiq Khan.

Britain’s multicultural capital edged ahead of the American city — once so notorious for its high crime rates that it was chosen as the setting for Charles Bronson’s Death Wish –– in February, The Times reports.

London saw 15 killings to New York’s 14 over the course of the month, and appears to have outstripped ‘Gotham’ yet again in March, with 22 killings to 21.

Historically, London has had a murder rate per person between half and one-twentieth of New York’s since 1800, according to FBI data and studies by University of California researcher Eric Monkkonen.

The change is partly a consequence of Mayor Khan’s campaign against using stop and search on ethnic minorities, with London police chief Cressida Dick admitting that constables have become “fearful” of confronting suspects as they “might get into trouble or might not be supported if they had a complaint”.

Figures released last year showed London was already the more dangerous of the two cities for almost every other category of violent and sexual crime, with Londoners six times more likely to be burgled than New Yorkers, three times more likely to be raped, and one and a half times more likely to be robbed.

The numbers fly in the face of Mayor Khan’s claim that London is “the safest global city in the world, and one of the safest cities in the world” in 2017.

This assertion already appeared highly questionable after a spate of radical Islamic terror attacks and an admission that hundreds of Islamic State volunteers have returned to the capital and are not being monitored, alongside disturbing developments such as the city being crowned “acid attack capital of the world” following an epidemic of assaults using corrosive substances.

To continue reading: Murders in London Overtake New York for First Time Since 1800 Under Sadiq Khan


Killing Them is Killing Us, by Robert Gore

The murdered cannot forgive. Their blood won’t be washed.

There is something eerily fascinating about cold-blooded murderers—a staple of Hollywood thrillers and crime dramas—killing without emotion or remorse. Ordinary humans, afflicted with guilt for minor, not even criminal transgressions, can’t conceive of pulling the trigger and then sitting down for dinner. In real life, the number of people who can is glancingly small. Even for those few, actions have consequences. The blood never washes away.

“Live and let live,” is, in American mythology, a benevolent and almost uniquely American attitude. We destroyed Japan and Germany in World War II and then helped rebuild them. Live and let live goes down well with the living, the winners. However, it’s often nothing more than balm for an uneasy conscience, hand sanitizer for bloodstained hands. A century and a half later, many Southerners lack this “unique” American attitude towards their conquerers in the War of Northern Aggression.

The war on terror has laid waste to large swaths of the Middle East and Northern Africa. Cities, towns, and villages have been reduced to smoking, bombed-out rubble, chaos reigns, the carnage is ubiquitous. The US military keeps count of its own personnel wounded and killed, a number in the thousands. Civilian casualties —or collateral damage as the military calls it—across Chaostan (Richard Maybury’s apt coinage) are in the millions, as are the number of people displaced (an estimated 11 million in Syria alone). Imagine the American fury and media sensationalism if a small US town was carpet-bombed by a foreign power. YouTube’s servers would melt from the overflow of viewers watching videos of parents pulling their dead children from collapsed homes.

The war on terror’s refugee flows threaten to upend civic order and submerge the cultures of the countries receiving them. It’s a vicious act of intellectual corruption to maintain that the war on terror does not create terrorists, that those killed, wounded, or displaced have no friends or family who will exact what they consider justified vengeance. The terrorism we see now is lava trickling from a volcano of hatred that has boiled, bubbled, and occasionally erupted for centuries, and will continue to do so. There will be no live and let live. Blood will have blood, not banalities.

Macbeth was a dramatic psychological study of two murderers. They screwed their courage to the sticking place, but they couldn’t turn themselves into killers without conscience. In Mafioso parlance, “button men” are hit men. Figuratively they “push a button,” literally they murder. With the US government, the figurative and literal have merged. Someone pushes a button on a drone, missile, or bomb control and murder is done in furtherance of never-ending American war. It’s as disassociated, remote, and cold-blooded as murder gets. Nevertheless, neither the murderers nor the public from which they try to hide reality will have any more success eluding the psychological turmoil and toll than the Thane of Cawdor and his lady.

During the entirety of President Obama’s terms and most of President Bush’s, the US has been fighting one or more wars. Odds are there will be no peace during Trump’s tenure either. What does it do to a government, and the people in it, when collateral damage, a bloodless term that now applies to millions of bloody deaths, wounds, and lives upended, prompts no remorse or reappraisal, and only occasionally half-hearted apologies to meet the exigencies of diplomacy and public relations?

How does evil become banal? Practice, practice, practice. Killing becomes the routine, what the government does. Like many bloodthirsty, tyrannical regimes the US government has warmed up on foreigners. However, the functionaries and politicians who now push the Kill the Enemy button also push the Domestic Surveillance button. They will not hesitate to push the Enemies of the State, Mass Detention, Concentration Camp, and Execution buttons when the time is right. Rotten government, like rotten fruit, gets more rotten, until it’s finally tossed in the trash.

Try as it might, the government cannot entirely shield its constituents from the knowledge and consequences of its murderous ways. Having learned its lesson in Vietnam, it can keep its media puppies docilely distant from much of the killing, but the Internet has proven not entirely controllable. And although most people don’t make the connection, institutionalized murder is responsible for an appreciable part of the government’s $20 trillion debt and $200 trillion in unfunded promises, as well as its cronyism and corruption, loads under which the economy now strains and will finally collapse.

Any American who travels abroad is liable to run into a forthright foreigner who will tell them that the US government is the most hated institution on the planet. That sentiment is increasingly directed at the US population at large, who’ve tolerated these homicidal megalomaniacs for so long. Aside from its fellow travelers in other governments, multilateral fronts for world government, useless NGOs, universities, corporations, and the media, the world’s peoples would little mourn the overthrow of the US government by an enraged citizenry.

But that’s not going to happen anytime soon.

Executioners have a short ‘life’. They get tired of the work. The soul sickens of it. After ten, twenty, a hundred death-rattles, the human being, however sub-human he may be, acquires, perhaps by a process of osmosis with death itself, a germ of death which enters his body and eats into him like a canker. Melancholy and drink take him, and a dreadful lassitude which brings a glaze to the eyes and slows up the movements and destroys accuracy. When the employer sees these signs he has no alternative but to execute the executioner and find another one.

From Russia With Love, Ian Fleming

Killing them is killing us. Does any phrase more aptly characterize the US population than “dreadful lassitude”? The US government murders in their name. They accept its rationalizations, bread, and circuses, avert their eyes, and sink into technological and pharmacological oblivion. Despite these dubious efforts the knowledge seeps in, drop by drop, like rainwater under leaky sills during a hard storm. The government has its buttons for those few who protest and resist, but even the most oppressive regimes can’t seal off their people entirely.

Red, white, and blue are no more; it’s bureaucratic gray and charnel-rubble carmine. Americans grow “tired of the work” and soul sickness spreads. Birnam Wood advances and the empire crumbles. A somnambulant Lady can’t wash away the blood; her Thane can’t sleep.

America cannot wash its hands…or know an innocent’s slumber.


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Gun-Controlled Chicago: Ten Shot at Memorial for Shooting Victim, by Breitbart

The major city with the strictest gun control also has the highest murder rate, and the response by the mayor to a recent spate of gun violence is more gun control. From Breitbart via theburningplatform.com:

Kind of ironic, don’t ya think?

If only Chicago had tough gun laws, this would never happen. Oh yeah, they have the toughest gun laws in the country.

Maybe they should ban shooting memorials.

Will Black Lives Matter be protesting this mass shooting? How about Jesse or Sharpton?

Maybe Obama can take time out from his $400k per speech tour to do some community organizing on the Southside and convince these rambunctious teens to stop shooting each other.

Via Breitbart

Ten people were shot–two fatally–on Sunday during a memorial for a Chicago man who had been shot and killed earlier in the day.

The shooting at the memorial occurred in Brighton Park around 5:20 pm.

The Chicago Tribune reports that the memorial was being held for Daniel Cordova, who was killed when “two people fired rifles from an alleyway” earlier on Sunday.

After shots rang out at the memorial, a 25-year-old male was dead and a 29-year-old female lay fatally wounded; she died at Stroger Hospital. Eight others were wounded by gunfire. All eight were between the ages of 19 and 26 and all were listed in “good condition.”

Breitbart News reported that Chicago had nearly 4,400 shooting victims in 2016 and the city witnessed nearly 800 homicides. The Tribune reported that Chicago passed 1,000 shooting victims for 2017 during the time period of January 1 to April 25.

The violence in gun-controlled Chicago has resulted in multiple dead and wounded over the course of a short period of time again and again already this year.

To continue reading: Gun-Controlled Chicago: Ten Shot at Memorial for Shooting Victim

Murdering America, by Robert Gore

There are many ways to murder; depravity encounters no limits to its diabolical designs. A dramatic staple: a trusted friend or relative administers gradually increasing quantities of an undetectable poison as a formerly vigorous victim inexplicably wastes, withers and finally succumbs. An unsuspecting or corrupt coroner closes the case, official cause of death a long illness. The murderer gets the estate, until the decedent’s devoted fill-in-the-blank starts asking questions and nosing around, suspicion mounts, and the heinous homicide is exposed.

Such will be the plot line when the story is written of America’s murder. In its prime, the victim met every challenge. After a devastating and ruinous war against itself, America built the world’s most prosperous economy, providing opportunities and better lives for millions. Full of ambition and energy, America became a hotbed of innovation and an industrial powerhouse, the nation that gave birth to the terms “consumer,” “middle class,” and their essential antecedent, “the work ethic.”

“Ah,” said the first phalanx of America’s Grima Wormtongues, “all that exuberance and activity can’t be good for you. Sit a spell and we’ll bring you soup and hot tea. And here’s a blanket against the chill.” An America that wasn’t sick in the least, nor chilled, mistook deadly solicitousness for genuine concern. With a boisterous indifference to the finer points of etiquette, it slurped the poisoned soup and tea.

The likes of Theodore Roosevelt claimed that peace and prosperity were enervating; imperial domination was the key to ruddy good health. J.P. Morgan, John D. Rockefeller, and a host of other worthies argued that America couldn’t survive without a central bank, elastic money, and an income tax, although without them it had thrived for decades. Woodrow Wilson said that jumping into a European war was just what America needed, and threw those who disputed his diagnosis (or resisted his draft) into jail. Liberty was always the disease; government was always the cure.

Murder by poison requires gradually increasing doses, which is what America got during the Great Depression and World War II. It was no longer assumed that the world’s healthiest and most robust economy could recover from a head cold on its own. Hoover and Roosevelt administered higher taxes, deficit spending, unprecedented expansion of the regulatory state, and crony capitalism, all blessed by the quackery of Keynesian economics. War—the health of the state and the death of its citizens—required still higher taxes, more debt, and the government’s virtual control of the economy. A head cold was turned into a wasting illness, one which of course elicited still more solicitude from the government’s care givers, who were in peak condition.

In his most optimistic fantasies, Theodore Roosevelt couldn’t have foreseen the US government’s preeminence and empire after the deadliest war in history. But a return to that enervating peace and prosperity would not be allowed. The communists and then the terrorists supposedly threatened global domination and the American way of life. The military-industrial-intelligence complex would ensure the nation’s ruddy good health with continuous intervention around the globe and an ever-expanding surveillance state at home. Unfortunately, only the MIIC would enjoy that ruddy good health. In fact, judging from his corpulence, the old boy has enjoyed himself way more than he should have.

The vitality and spirit, the risk-taking, ingenuity, individuality, integrity, and innovation, the get up and go that powered American greatness have been replaced with a warm blanket, stay-in-bed lassitude, a desire for comfort, safety, and security without effort, something for nothing. No need to get up, you poor dear, there shouldn’t be any connection between what one produces and what one receives. You couldn’t possibly survive this harsh world on your own. The dwindling few who do are duty-bound to support the rest of us. So goes the maudlin, mawkish, and utterly self-serving bleating of the unproductive acolytes of coerced altruism who stock the wet nurse, sob sister, and nanny state departments of government, media, and academia.

Freedom is a danger in your troubled condition, our solicitous minders counsel. Less of it, always less of it, will cure what ails you. More taxes more regulation, more intrusion; let us mind the economy and those far away wars in countries you can’t find on a map; give up your notions of honor and decency, control of your life, your children’s minds, and anything else—like those nasty guns—that you still have and cherish; give it all up. You don’t need any of that, you need to rest and stare at electronic screens. Aren’t those kittens cute? Take your pills and eat your meals, snacks, and desserts. It’s a scary, scary world out there, but we’ll take care of you…and ourselves. Stay in your safe space.

Obesity is the apt symbol of our age: physical—an epidemic; mental—social media staring and sharing for hours on end; fiscal—the bloated debt; political—Washington, D.C. Those who murder by poison have done quite well for themselves, but the victim is in extremis, drowning in his own drool, crushed by his own fat. President Obama may represent the final and fatal dose, or he may be the deus ex machina that prompts the patient’s last-second realization that something is dreadfully amiss, rousting him to take action against his would be killers. Newly animated by righteous anger, the victim springs from his putative death bed, flushes the poisons down the toilet, and tells his tormentors to go to hell.

This may seem melodramatic, but it’s precisely what needs to be done. Government feeds America its poisons, and a little less or variation in the dosages does nothing, except perhaps prolong the death watch. This is the nation whose citizens fought a revolution for its freedom; initiated a dramatic experiment in representative and limited government, the protection of individual rights, and equality before the law; eliminated its shameful slavery; powered the Industrial Revolution’s explosion of innovation and progress and the Information Revolution’s transformation of computing and communications. The idea that this nation requires the malignant mercies of an all-knowing, all-caring, all-powerful government would have been loathsome and repugnant to those Americans.

The hour is late, but perhaps not too late. There are obvious stirrings. America may not realize that it’s been poisoned, or the identities of its poisoners, or the poisons used, but it’s not quite ready for last rites. Now is the time for those who us have helplessly and hopelessly watched it wither to expose the homicidal criminality of the maggots who would feast upon its corpse. They must go to hell, and take their poisons with them. The rest of us have detritus to clean up, problems to solve, a country to rebuild, and further pinnacles of progress to surmount; none of which is beyond our powers.


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