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Probably a good place to invade after Venezuela; at least there would be locals who would absolutely appreciate the help. 

Quote:Trump EXPOSES Former Mexican President’s MASSIVE $100M Miami Bribe With CJNG | Claudia TERRIFIED Donald Trump drops a bombshell linking a former Mexican president to a $100 million bribe involving the CJNG cartel. With evidence pointing to Miami money laundering operations and political cover-ups, Mexico’s leadership is on edge—especially Claudia Sheinbaum. This deep dive unpacks how the U.S. and Mexico could be heading toward their biggest corruption showdown yet. Watch till the end for full context and political fallout.

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opa! blini for everyone 

First, a song to set the mood:





Gather 'round, children. Have a seat around the camp fire, and let old gramps tell you a tale.

It was a few years ago now, back when I was able to get around better than I can today. I was out in the woods poaching  searching for deer sign so as to know where to go and what time of day to go there to get my quota of deer on the first day of deer season so's I didn't have to spend the entire hunting season in the woods among armed and dumbassed Yankee visitors - that's a reipe for gettin' yerself shot by accident, y'know? It was just about this same time of year, early in the fall just before the harvest.

Now, you need to know a little bit of the lay of the land in these here woods. I live on the side of a mountain, a great ridge that separates the waters on the west that flow westward into the Ohio River from the waters on the east, which flow southward into the Tennessee River. A great high dividing ridge, that divides two separate watersheds. The mountain rises to the clouds behind my house, covered in a quilt of forest that hasn't changed much since Methuselah's possum hound was just a pup.

Near the top of the mountain lies a line of rock cliffs where it looks like the mountain tried to outgrow it's blanket of forest. In those cliffs, in a small alcove that nature cut into them eons ago, there is a small cottage or cabin, built, it appears, of field stones. This is a few miles back into the woods, way up high on the mountain. The cabin built of stone in that alcove appears as if whomever built it was trying to camouflage it among the cliffs, building it of stone the same color as the cliffs, and using the cliffs themselves for the left and right exterior walls and the back wall - mostly it looks like a single wall was laid out between two cliffs and a roof plopped onto to it. The roof itself looks old, very old, and has all manner of greenery which has taken root on it and grown into a tangle over the years, further camouflaging the structure.

In the winter time, curls of smoke can be seen emerging from the brush and laurels that cover the roof, wafting upward until it is whipped away and dissipated by the winds before it can fully emerge above the cliffs. You have to be pretty close on to the place to see any smoke at all, although the smoke can be smelled - but not precisely located - for some distance away.

Now given that description of the old cabin, and the fact that it is so far back into the woods, even more so than my place, one might be forgiven for assuming that anyone living there means to be isolated, even more so than myself... and I purely hate what has come to be referred to as "civilization". T'ain't nothing civil about it, near as I can tell.

So anyhow, there I was, just a-minding my own business, slipping through the woods scouting for deer sign, when I found myself near to that ancient cabin in the cliffs. From my vantage point, I could see into the alcove where the cabin resided. There were slight wisps of smoke wafting among the brush on it's roof before rising above the brush and being dissipated by the wind. Bunches of gathered herbs hung here and there in front of the cabin for drying, and there was a medium sized fire burning cheerily in the front yard of the place, with an old iron kettle, the sort that looked like it came across these mountains on some pioneer's wagon two or two and a half centuries ago, suspended on a tripod above the fire, steam lazily rising from it's contents. Nary a sign of a living soul or inhabitant of the structure was in evidence beyond those few meager indicators.

After that brief observation of the place, and desiring to give the inhabitant the privacy they so obviously craved, I simply and stealthily slipped past the scene, and went on my merry way, keeping to my own business and leaving whomever lived there to theirs. It was just the neighborly thing to do.

It was about 40 or 45 minutes after that, and some distance farther along the trail, that things got weird. As you might imagine, scouting for deer sign is not a quick business. You have to move along slowly and stealthily, and keep an eye to the ground as you go in order to ferret out the faintest of signs - a scuff here, a nibbled twig there, the occasional foot print or scat pile, that sort of thing. It's easily missed if you go too fast. So, time-wise, i was well beyond the cottage structure, but distance-wise, perhaps not so much.

It was then that i heard a thin, wispy, papery-parchment voice saying "Yoo-hoo! Little bo-oy!...". Now, you must understand the culture of these hills. You do not call a grown man "boy" unless you're ready for a tussle. I bristled at the appellation, and was about to spew forth a retort of "Boy? Boy HELL! How are you gonna like going home and tellin' your mama that a 'boy' whipped the piss outta you and then whipped you fer pissin'?" when my seeking gaze caught sight of the speaker.

The retort froze on my tongue, and my blood froze in my veins... and that cold seeped into my bones down to the marrow. The sight I beheld was a horror, the likes of which I'd never seen before. To say it inspired fear is an injustice to the word fear. Understand, boys and girls, that I have been around the world 9 times. I daresay that only one other Rogue has been around the world more than I. I have fought wars on 3 different continents. So understand, young-'uns, that when I say I felt fear, it's not a light statement.

I must have pulled a face at the sight, for the apparition began to cackle, a wispy dry cackle that seemed as if you could hear the dust issuing forth from it and peppering the surrounding trees. I had just enough presence of mind to whip out my cell phone and take a few photos to document the encounter.

I present the sight I beheld here. I had to run it through the Rogue Nation Board of Censorship and Other Ugly Things, LLC, in order to post it, and they rubber-stamped over the more objectionable parts in order to protect the innocent, and shield the guilty from shame. So, it's not the original image, but an AI-generated reasonable facsimile of what it was that I saw, suitably redacted to prevent trauma to children under the age of 40. 


What I saw was this:



Then it said, through the hideous cackling: "Boy, have I got sumpin' fer YOU!"

I've never been one to just stand around when danger presents itself. Fight or Flight takes over, depending on what the occasion demands.

I ran.

I ran like Hell, like the Devil's Hounds were nipping at my heels as I went.

I didn't run a little bit, I ran a lot, I tell ya! It's axiomatic that one does not run straight downhill in these mountains, for fear of momentum causing one to do a faceplant and probably break his neck in the effort. Heedless of that warning, I ran straight down hill, only catching the occasional sapling to fling myself off onto a zig-zag tangent in order to avoid a straight-line pursuit. I ran for all I was worth, and the net worth of all my ancestors. I was hauling ass outta there!

Behind me, I heard that same thin, whispery, dry and dusty voice calling after me: "Ya little bastard! Imma gunna gitcha! I'll work the roots agin' ye! I'll fling a hex upon ye! I WILL have ye! I WILL HAVE YE!"... but that only served to spur me onward and increase my breakneck speed in getting the hell out of Dodge. She pronounced "roots" more like "ruts", which imparted an extra layer of ancient chill on her curses.

I finally made it back home, entirely out of breath and unable to speak. My hair had turned two shades whiter during the flight.

That's been six long years ago. Since that day, I have been unable to sleep more than 4 hours at a stretch, and even then my wife stands guard over my sleeping form with a meat cleaver and dogged determination. For 4 hours a day, every day since then, she is my only Sentinel against the horrors that lurk without. Kill the witch or kill me, it doesn't matter - one of us has to go if she gets in.

Now, long ago, my Dear Old Dad told me the secret of dealing with spooks, and haints, and witches and such. He saud "Yuh cain't be skeert of 'em. Yuh treat 'em like reg'lar folk, an' iffen they wants to play that spooky shit, well, yuh make 'em skeert of YOU! That's how yuh git over on a haint of any kind."

Since that time, I've been what gives your Nightmares nightmares. I'm the reason the monster is under the bed - it's hiding from me, and maybe peeing itself a little when I'm around. 

For all that, I seem to have been unable to inspire fear in this old bitch. I dunno why, just as I dunno why it is that no one in my family can have a hex flung on 'em. Hexes just don't take on us, for some reason. I'm sure there IS a reason, but whatever it may be, the tale has been lost in the dim mists of antiquity, and hasn't been transmitted to the present time - for us, it's just a thing that is. Work the "ruts" all you care to, it ain't gonna have no effect on us.

Every year, just about this time of year that I've come to think of as "The Season of the Witch", I feel a sense of overwhelming foreboding. I know she's out there, waiting, watching, biding her time to seize the opportunity in a moment of inattentiveness. I'm determined not to give her that moment.

Twice now, at this time of year and in broad daylight, I've spied her in the woods, lurking, staring, just watching towards the house for her opportunity. It still makes my blood run cold to think of the horror awaiting me. I don't go to the woods any more, day or night. I don't even leave the house at night.

On one occasion, I caught her image in a trail cam, standing on a rock cliff overlooking the house, just standing there... watching...




Life has now become a race. A race between Death and that dreaded instant of inattention, when I hear the chilling wispy, paper thin but triumphant phrase:

"I'VE GOTCH'ER NOW ME BOY-O!!"


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Full Title: "Mitt Romney's sister-in-law found dead in Southern California: Officials" - "Her cause of death was listed as 'deferred' while toxicology tests were pending."

Quote:Mitt Romney's sister-in-law was found dead on Friday evening next to a parking garage in the Town Center area of Santa Clarita, a suburb just north of Los Angeles, according to officials.

The Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department told ABC News it is conducting a death investigation into the death of 64-year-old Carrie Romney of Valencia.

Her cause of death was listed as "deferred" while toxicology tests were pending, the Los Angeles County medical examiner said.
Preliminary information indicated she may have jumped or fallen from the garage, according to sources.

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Quote:DOGE Says $5.8 Billion Saved From 100 Terminated Federal Contracts

Since January, the department says, it has slashed more than $214 billion, or around $1,300 in savings per taxpayer.

The Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) announced this past week that more than 100 federal contracts have been terminated with a value of nearly $6 billion.
Multiple agencies “terminated and descoped 108 wasteful contracts” that have a ceiling value of $5.8 billion and resulted in savings of $397 million,” DOGE wrote in an Oct. 10 post on X.
That includes a $3.1 million State Department contract titled, “Tanzania National Coordination Office Development,” it said, and a $46,500 U.S. Agency for Global Media lease for “office space for the Voice of America East Asia and Pacific Service.”
Other terminated items include a $5.8 million Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) contract for “organizational development, executive coaching, and leadership training” and a $44 million State Department contract for “professional services in Doha, Qatar.”
After being established by President Donald Trump on his first day in office, DOGE has slashed around $214 billion in estimated savings, or around $1,329.19 per taxpayer, according to an Oct. 4 update.
So far, 13,440 contract terminations totaling approximately $61 billion, 15,887 grant terminations worth around $49 billion, and 264 lease terminations totaling around $113 million have been posted on DOGE’s website.

Quote:Suicide rates among Gen Z adults have unnaturally increased in the U.S. over the past ten years according to new figures.

Axios Notes that there has been a 16.4 percent increase in suicides among the demographic between 2014-2024.

The locations where the rise is most prominent, the report notes are in the South and the Midwest, with black and Hispanic men, accounting for a huge 85 percent of the increase.

A Stateline analysis of data also shows that Georgia experienced the largest increase in suicide rates over the past decade, among 18 to 27-year-olds, with the state’s suicide rate in the age group increasing by a massive 64.9 percent.

North Carolina and Texas both saw a 41 percent increase in suicide rates, while Alabama had a 39 percent spike, and Ohio a 37 percent increase.

Alaska recorded the highest suicide rate among Gen Z, standing at 49 percent per 100,000 people, an increase of more than a third since 2014.



Suicide became the second-highest cause of death among young Hispanics over these years, surpassing homicide. And for young Asians, suicide became the number one cause of death.

Stateline notes that while men are far more likely to take their own lives, the rate for suicide among women has shot up “from about one-fifth of the rate for men to one-fourth in 2024.”

The report quotes American University professor Dave Marcotte, who notes that suicide rates among all age groups had been steadily falling for decades before beginning to rise in again in 2000.

Interestingly, while suicide rates for middle-aged people soon began to fall again, the rates among young people have just continued to increase.

Marcotte explained, “There’s likely no one magic answer to this. Future job prospects for this generation are not what they were for older generations. Today’s generation is not guaranteed a position in society that’s better than their parents. That’s one hypothesis.”

Psychology professor at San Diego State University Jean Twenge suggests that the huge uptake of social media is a likely factor, with those born after 1995 having become adults when smartphones became ubiquitous.

Quote:Sigmund Freud’s concept of the death urge—or Thanatos (Greek: θάνατος (thánatos) → death, dying, mortality)—is one of his more unsettling and controversial ideas. He introduced it formally in Beyond the Pleasure Principle (1920), when he began questioning why humans seemed driven not only toward pleasure and self-preservation (Eros), but also toward destruction, repetition, and ultimately death.

Freud noticed that many behaviors couldn’t be explained by his earlier “pleasure principle” alone. Soldiers returning from war, for instance, repeatedly relived traumatic experiences through dreams. He saw this as evidence of a deeper compulsion—something beyond pleasure, perhaps even contrary to it.

This led him to theorize that life itself harbored an innate tendency to return to an earlier, inorganic state—a kind of homeward pull towards death. He framed this as a biological and psychological drive: Thanatos, the death instinct, balancing Eros, the life instinct.

Freud described this instinct as, “An urge inherent in organic life to restore an earlier state of things.” In short, every living organism—by its very constitution—seeks to return to a lifeless equilibrium. The life force (Eros) builds, binds, and preserves; the death force (Thanatos) breaks down, undoes, and dissolves. In human terms, this manifests as aggression, self-destructive habits, and the repetition of harmful patterns:

• Aggression: The death drive projected outward becomes violence or hostility towards others.
  
• Self-destruction: Turned inward, it becomes depression, guilt, or suicidal behavior.
  
• Repetition compulsion: The unconscious urge to repeat painful or destructive experiences—a hallmark of trauma.
  

Freud’s death instinct runs counter to the optimistic view of progress and self-improvement that colored most Western psychology. It suggests that humanity’s worst impulses are not social aberrations, but intrinsic to the species—an inbuilt counterweight to creation and love.

It seems that Thanatos explains Snowflake behavior, or what is widely called Woke. The movement on the whole is self-destructive, repetitious, and insanely aggressive. It’s all about destroying “normalcy,” wrecking the social impulse to law and order, and eradicating anything that is beautiful or joyful.

One look at the Wokians and it’s clear they have no concept of joy or beauty. Wokian art is hideous, while at the same time they seek to destroy humanity’s creative legacy. They have no sense of humor, because they can’t laugh—either at themselves or anyone else.

Homosexuality is fundamentally a denial of creation and joy, which are normal impulses in humans. Related to this is the maniacal focus on abortion, severe body modification, and self-injury. Transsexuality is a profound urge to defile one’s body, creating a freakish representation of reality.

The whole “climate change” movement is clearly little more than a death wish for our species, based on a fundamental hatred of Nature and cyclical time. Despite a profound lack of evidence in their assertions, they cling to the possibility of mass death as humanity is forced back into the Stone Age. This manifests itself as a war on hydrocarbons, which fuel humanity’s rapid progress over the last three centuries.

Wokianism is essentially a self-destructive cult. They modify their bodies and deny their very natures, so that society at large will shun them, thus fulfilling their desire to be victims. And when society refuses to play by their rules, they lash out with violence, hoping for backlash to justify their empty existence and burning desire to be hated and reviled.

Wokianism is fundamentally a severe mental illness. It is a vicious circle of hating one’s self, defiling one’s self, then blaming everyone else for being disgusted and sickened by their gruesome visages. Being shunned in turn feeds into their warped need to be hated, thus justifying their self-loathing.

At a child’s level, it is analogous to annoying someone until they finally lash out, so that the child can run crying to momma, claiming to be the victim, thus getting the attention he craves.

My guess is Wokianism is a pathology rooted in parental indifference. Western parents today are endlessly distracted, ignoring their children in pursuit of instant gratification. The child eventually acts out to get any attention and validation from the parents, even if it’s negative. After years of negative attention from the parents, the child ultimately gets lost in a maze of depression, self-hatred, and violence, thinking they are unworthy of normal love and joy.

Later, strange hair colors, tattoos, facial piercings, and “transgenderism” become the adult version of acting out and seeking any attention and validation they can get. They do everything possible to be rejected, which feeds back into their psychosis. They are so lost in their victimhood that they fail to see they are the cause of their own rejection.

In their desperation to be accepted by anyone, Wokians are easy targets for quasi-religious movements that manipulate psychopathology to form armies of disaffected and disenfranchised human husks. The Wokians are given positive reinforcement for anti-social behavior, and ultimately they become weaponized.

I don’t think there’s any way to repair the damage. One might think psychology would be an answer, but to my mind that is asking a weapon to repair the injury it made. I’m no psychiatrist, but I have seen damaged people driven to ultimate self-destruction by the psychoactive drugs freely dispensed by clinical practitioners. Obviously, a counter-productive outcome.


The problem with the Wokian cult is it is constantly reinforced through mass media, NGO networks, and nefarious individuals who feed off the Thanatos. Until these elements can be eliminated, the Wokians will continue to recruit the damaged souls they create. And they can only recruit, since they can not and will not reproduce.

The most effective solution is to prevent any more damaged souls. Parents need to put down the gee-gaws, turn off the TeeVee, and start paying a lot more attention to their children.

The biggest issue I see today is that we are almost all damaged goods, to one extent or another. Even us old geezers have been exposed to mass media our entire lives, and most of us have no idea how deep the damage goes.

It will require extraordinary self-examination to repair our damage, and a profound act of will to break free of blinky lights in a box and return to a fundamentally healthy way of life. The habit of plunking down in front of the Tube is an addiction as powerful as any drug.

There’s still hope. Cultures here in Southeast Asia are still relatively family-centric, with one parent always at home. In the West, though, things are dangerously dysfunctional. It will take a concerted and unified effort to pull out of the death cult spiral.

In the end, the Marxist/Progressives (Wokians) are lacking a nurturing home life and positive attention from parents, so they turn to government and public institutions to fill that void. The need is so strong that they will destroy civilization to get the warm fuzzies they so desperately crave.

Now I’m just playing armchair psychiatrist here, and I’m not a particular fan of Freud, but in this case the diagnosis seems to be spot on. It also fits the much older yin-yang dichotomy of the human spirit and the Universe in general.

In the final analysis, turn off the box and give the kids a squeeze. Praise them for creative achievements, rather than scold them for destructive behavior. Most importantly, return to the classic definition of “community” as being those people physically around you, and not far-flung strangers whose provenance is uncertain.

Love conquers all.

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For our cinematic dramatization on theme, I submit Ingmar Bergman’s brilliant The Seventh Seal (1957). A medieval knight confronts Death over a game of chess during the Black Plague, finding the Grim Reaper to be both an adversary and a comfort. By far one of Max von Sydow’s best performances. This one is high cinema at its finest. Pair it with Apocalypse Now (1979) for an equally poignant psychological portrait of the yin-yang principle.

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