Todos Somos John Budd

Found this on mySteve this morning: Accused Sex Murderer of Mollie Tibbetts, Cristhian Rivera, Worked as “John Budd”

Read the whole nauseating thing, if you can. The pansy-ass newspeak of the Des Moines Register is hard to stomach, so if you have a strong gag-reflex, I’ll just give you the good parts:

IOWA CITY, Ia. — The Mexican man (“Mexican man? Didn’t Tibbetts’ cuckfather say he was an Iowan with zestier food?) charged with abducting and killing an Iowa college student was known for years on the dairy farm where he worked by another name: John Budd. (The younger workers respectfully called him Senor Budd)

The alias has emerged as Cristhian Bahena Rivera’s employer, a dairy farm operation owned by a prominent Republican family (boy, those Republicans sure are hard-ass about immigration!), faces questions over whether its managers were aware of any warning signs that he may have been in the country illegally. (Like the inability to speaka de Ingles, maybe?)


Bahena Rivera’s employer, Yarrabee Farms, also declined to confirm or deny Rivera’s work identity. Lori Chesser, an immigration employment lawyer advising the farm, said that companies cannot discriminate against workers based on how they look or how their names sound. (Howsa ’bout if they don’t speaka de Ingles? And if names don’t matter, why did our smelly Mexirapist change his name?)

Farm officials have said Bahena Rivera presented an out-of-state photo ID and a Social Security number when he was hired in 2014, and they believed he was the person depicted in those documents until his arrest last month. (Farm officials: “Senor Budd, ¿está siendo sincero con nosotros?” Senor Budd: “Si, por supuesto!”)


During his four years at the farm near the small town of Brooklyn, Iowa, Bahena Rivera “was called and responded to the name he used in the hiring process,” (“Senor Budd!” “Si, Senor?”) Chesser said. He lived in a trailer owned by the farm as a benefit of his employment, as do about half of its 10 workers. (5 Squatemalans in one trailer is way better than a lot of Squatemalans I’ve seen. They can pack a single-wide like a clown car. No word on how many live chickens were roosting in the cupboards)


It’s unclear whether E-Verify would have detected any red flags with Bahena Rivera’s claimed identity, but the farm has said it used a different government service to confirm that the name and Social Security number matched. (It used the DNC’s Facebook page to verify Senor Budd’s citizenship)

Police say Bahena Rivera followed and confronted Tibbetts while she was out for a run on July 18 and later killed her. She died of “multiple sharp force injuries,” according to an autopsy report. (Another way to say this is she ran away screaming, then he ran her down and raped her while he stabbed her to an agonizing death. Was that too harsh? Well, so were her “multiple sharp force injuries”)


“The person who is accused of taking Mollie’s life is no more a reflection of the Hispanic community as white supremacists are of all white people,” he wrote in an opinion piece for the Des Moines Register. (Just had to bring the cuck dad into it to shill for the Man, didn’t ya? Like his virtue signaling over his daughter’s dead body hasn’t gotten enough air time.)

Employers typically do not face legal consequences for hiring a worker under false documents as long as they were not involved in obtaining them and had no other obvious reason to suspect they are fraudulent, said Bob Teig, a retired federal prosecutor in Iowa.

“Absent unusual circumstances, it would be difficult to show they knew any more than what they were told,” Teig said, adding that it would be “pretty racist” to assume a John Budd could not be Hispanic. (Unless maybe they happened to notice that he COULDN’T SPEAKA DE FUCKING INGLES)


We are being replaced. As mySteve noted, there are real John Budds here, but to everyone in Iowa, this murdering Squatemalan was John Budd. The Gnostics are zealous for their faith, and they will never stop, not until todos somos John Budd.



This Essay Sucks

To our Overlords, let me be clear that I found this article offensive, silly, deceitful, worthless, fanciful, pretentious, boring, error-riddled, fiddle-faddle, moronic, untruthful and a complete waste of time, and I would NEVER recommend anyone to read this piece of trash, ever.

2 New Gnosticism Sightings

I realize it’s pretty lame to claim a Gnosticism sighting from the venerable Anti-Gnostic, so to be clear I’m crediting him with this one, and from a Leftist, of all people (I say Leftist, as opposed to Libtard, which Kunstler clearly isn’t). Good catch, AG.

The other is from our allies over at Thermidor, with this gem: The Monte Cassino Option. Here’s the payoff (emphasis mine):

What can be concluded then, in summation? Dreher’s argument is that we must build an ark to endure time and chance. If we take him at his word, we should look to the actual ark that St Benedict built: the abbey of Monte Cassino, mother-church of the monasticism that illuminated Latin Christendom. However, 1,400 years of worship and service was no shield from the United States Army Air Force, which bombed the monastery into powder in 1944 as thousands of British and American troops cheered from the valley below. As a symbol of the murder-suicide of the Christian West, I can think of none more concentrated. Since the Renaissance, Western man has been engaged on an anti-pilgrimage, a quest for the perfect system of centralised control, of all-encompassing efficiency that will confer gnostic power over nature to those in charge. Such an endeavour has struck relentlessly against Christianity, as it must, and the ability of the machine-state to achieve such purposes has increased exponentially alongside its technological, administrative and economic reach. For all of their sincere Christianity, Dreher, Deneen and a great many other social conservatives refuse to see these dynamics. If they did see them, they would be under no illusions about mollifying Leviathan, buying it off or finding some glad, quiet garden where it will not trouble them. That is not the nature of the beast; it never was. Embracing withdrawal is all of a piece with chanting the name of Alexis de Tocqueville like a spell to banish bad juju. In our current times, such a mixture of intellectual evasiveness and jejune romanticism constitutes the Monte Cassino Option: retreating into the abbey cellar in the hope that the bombers will miss or be recalled in mid-flight. In reality, the monks agreed to be evacuated by the Germans long before the bombs dropped.


  1. Thank you for naming the Beast.
  2. That last sentence is haunting. Acquiescence. I don’t know the whole story, but I immediately thought “why were they afraid to die? They’re monks.” I need to look into this, because it’s gonna bug me.


Clanton vs. Ramos


Eric Clanton takes 3-year probation deal in Berkeley rally bike lock assault case

This is from a  Berkeley news source. Long story short, Eric Clanton, an Antifa member, sneaks up to an unarmed man at a protest in Berkeley last year and strikes him with a bike lock. See the video at the link. He busts the guy’s head open. An unarmed man who wasn’t fighting anyone:

A former East Bay college philosophy professor who was charged with four counts of felony assault with a deadly weapon, causing great bodily injury, has taken a deal resulting in three years of probation for an attack at a Berkeley protest last year, court records reveal.


Jury Finds Ramos Guilty of Malicious Wounding

Alex Michael Ramos, along with Daniel Patrick Borden, Tyler Watkins Davis and Jacob Scott Goodwin, were arrested after the Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville for beating the hell out of DeAndre Harris and friends. Harris and friends were fighting everyone they could, and Harris was armed with a heavy flashlight. I imagine his flashlight weighed more than Eric Clanton’s bike lock:

The jury then considered a punishment for Ramos, which entailed possible fines and a sentencing of somewhere between five and 20 years behind bars. The jury came back with a decision around 5:45 p.m., and recommended a six-year sentence with no fine.


Jacob Scott Goodwin is guilty in Charlottesville parking garage beating of black man

The jury recommended a sentence of 10 years, with the option of suspending some of the time, and a $20,000 fine. The presiding judge, Richard E. Moore, will set the sentence on Aug. 23. When the court clerk read the jury’s recommendation, Goodwin’s mother let out a loud gasp.

So, the final sentence for the deplorable hateful haters who hate is yet to be determined, but they’ll surely spend a few years in prison for fighting with violent blacks who were attacking them, while Eric Clanton gets probation for sneaking up to an unarmed, innocent man and busting his head open with a bike lock.

By the way, the article about Goodwin was actually titled:

White supremacist is guilty in Charlottesville parking garage beating of black man

Do you think any mainstream news outlet would ever use this title?

Antifa terrorist takes 3-year probation deal in Berkeley rally bike lock assault case

This is where we are folks. Ramos, Borden, Davis and Goodwin are political prisoners, while every possible allowance is given to the criminals on the left, and I haven’t even started with DeAndre Harris. Or James Fields, for that matter.

I know that it’s always been about Who/Whom. When will our people realize that we’re the Whom. It sucks to be the Whom. It’s dangerous to be the Whom. We could be the Who, but it’ll take a lot more will than the Right has shown up to this point.

The Meaning of Meaninglessness

The other day I had a thought:

If something is, it is that thing absolutely, because if it’s not, then it could be anything, which means it’s really nothing.

I might have been a little drunk at the time. But I stumbled on!

For something to mean anything, it has to be out of our reach, out of our control.

The Preacher had a sermon about this, about vanity / futility / meaninglessness. Russell Kirk wrote something about every generation having to re-express the timeless truths, or the truths die. I think that’s true, but why is that so? The Preacher had something to say about that, too, but not really the why. Somehow, it’s about how these truths are packaged, mainly by language but also shaped by personal experience which is shaped by cultural experiences. How a truth burrowed its way into your father’s heart won’t get as deep for you, his son. It has to be re-expressed, again and again and again. Truth is slippery that way. Put another way, some things we believe with our heads but not with our hearts. The best is when both believe, but if I have to choose, I’ll choose the heart, but it won’t be without pain.


1054 is given as the date of the Great Schism, when the Eastern portion of Christendom broke with the Western portion, centered in Rome. Of course, the Eastern portion says it’s the other way around, but shut up. The two primary causes of the Schism were Primus Inter Pares (First Among Equals, meaning Christendom is rightfully lead by the Patriarch of Rome, the Pope), and Filioque. The Filioque controversy had been brewing for some time, and it’s something that most people today, even Christians, find pretty silly. It refers to the relationship of the Son (Filioque) and the Father in the procession of the third person of the Trinity, the Holy Spirit. Does the Holy Spirit proceed from the Father, or from both the Father and Son? The Nicene Creed of 325 didn’t mention the procession of the Holy Spirit, but that procession was mentioned in the Council of Constantinople, and it’s been argued about ever since.

I say that most people find this silly, mainly because it seems like they could have come to an agreement about it at some point. Scripture is a little ambiguous about it, but seems to side with Filioque (if you care to look it up, here are some verses: John 14:16, 15:26, 16:7, 16:13-15, Galatians 4:6, Romans 8:9, and Philippians 1:19) but you also have to deal with language issues. The Greek word for “procession” has a different meaning than the Latin word, procedere. Still, over the course of half a millennium, it seems like they could come to some sort of agreement. It kind of seems like the argument over how many angels can break dance on the head of a pin.

I say it goes way deeper, though. This is about existence itself. For a Christian, there’s nothing more basic to existence than the Godhead, the fount of all existence. So, based on all we know, is the Godhead a hierarchy, or are they co-equal? In other words, hierarchy or equality? It’s ironic that the side arguing for hierarchy within the Godhead, the Eastern side, argued against hierarchy in the Church (they opposed Primus Inter Pares, and eventually broke away from the head of the Church, Rome), while the Western portion argued for the co-equality of the Father and Son, while defending Primus Inter Pares within Christendom.

In the West, was this the beginning? The little pebble on top of the mountain that toppled over and slid, causing more to slide, and eventually became the avalanche of Equality Uber Alles Gnostic Heretical Clown World that we’re buried under? Was this the nail?

Which brings me to another event in Church history, the schism of the Old Believers with the Russian Orthodox Church, starting in the middle of the 17th century. It began when Patriarch Nikon of Moscow made some small changes to the Russian Orthodox liturgy, in an effort to bring their worship in line with the worship of the Greek Orthodox churches. Here’s a few of the changes:

  • Sign of the Cross – changed from two fingers to three
  • Alleluia – changed from two to three
  • Creed – changed from “And in the Holy Spirit, the True Lord and Giver of Life” to “And in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the Giver of Life”

Again, sounds kind of silly, doesn’t it? The Old Believers were severely persecuted, shunned, excommunicated. Lives were lost, or destroyed. Did it have to come to that?

Again, the real issue is much deeper. The contention was over Tradition itself. The Old Believers maintained that Tradition, if it’s Tradition at all, is not to be changed on a whim, on the basis of the opinion of some guy (even if that some guy is the Patriarch, God’s representative for that particular patch of Earth). Tradition, to them, has more authority than any human authority, and can only be changed under dire circumstances for universally agreed upon reasons.

On the other side, the ROC held that human authority, the Patriarch, carries more weight than Tradition, because who else can ultimately establish, define, interpret, and alter any tradition except legitimate human authority?

My heart’s with the Old Believers on this one. If something is, it is that thing absolutely, because if it’s not, then it could be anything, which means it’s really nothing. For something to mean anything, it has to be out of our reach, out of our control.


Our Gnostics have robbed us of meaning. To arbitrarily change something is to eventually destroy it. Either they don’t know that in their arrogance, or they do know that in their malice. In every important aspect of our existence, they’ve changed it, all at the whim of some guy, and not even someone appointed as God’s representative. Just some guy.

Marriage – At the whim of some guy in a black robe, marriage now doesn’t mean what it has meant for all of man’s history. Now it doesn’t just mean a binding commitment between a man and a woman, but also homosexuals, which means that marriage can now mean anything, so increasingly it means nothing. Why get married if it doesn’t mean anything? Why can’t a man marry his goat, or a woman her cat, or a pedo his child-toy? All it would take is some guy in a black robe, apparently. Yes, I know there are nine Justices, but it came down to the tie-breaker, and Roberts was it. Like I said, some guy.

With due respect to Jim, reviving marriage and the fertility rate isn’t just about making it high status again, although that would certainly help, because how do you make something high status that has no meaning? You could prop it up with rewards, but it would never stand on its own.

Money – To have any meaning, money has to represent something real, like gold. Take that away, and it’s whatever some guy says it is, in this case some Bankster in New York or London or Paris. It could be a cabal, but someone’s always in charge. So, however much a dollar is worth is simply the opinion of some guy, which means it’s not real, and there’s way less incentive to save, be responsible, etc., which we’ve proven by being twenty trillion in debt, which we all know really doesn’t mean anything anyway. I think the existential damage is far greater than the economic damage, although time might prove me wrong on that one. Depends on how bad the coming catastrophe is.

Citizenship – If anyone can waltz across the border, squat and drop a baby on our magic dirt and now that child is a citizen… if America is a Proposition Nation and anyone who agrees with those propositions is an American… if our government claims to have no right to enforce its borders…  then the meaning of Citizenship understood for all of man’s history has been changed, which means it could mean anything, and as we all know, now it means nothing. You get the drift.

I don’t see how we could get any more basic than marriage, money and citizenship. Those things are meaningless now. How many other age-old understandings have been altered and thereby rendered meaningless? This is our existential catastrophe. To live our whole lives without anything that sustains us being real, it’s spiritual torture.

Our Gnostics wanted control of these things, and we all know what happens when we snatch control of things that God alone has rightful ownership of. It dies.

Poetry for the Right-Wing Lunatic

For those of us who enjoy poetry, or would like to if it wasn’t fully pozzed, I found via Thermidor a really good site: Arthur Powell’s Atop The Cliffs.

Poetry is a strange thing for me. It’s kind of like music, in that I have no idea sometimes why I like certain poems and not others, or certain poets and not others. I also have to admit that maybe that’s because I’m too dumb to follow some of it, or too distracted to dig in deep, or too shallow, or who the hell knows. But then I’ll run across one that stays with me, and works on me.

I don’t really want to figure this out.

I admit, I like poetry, and sometimes love poetry. For long stretches, though, I’ve given up on it. I’m disgusted by the poz, and the posturing, and the blabber of the Bob Dylan-type horseshit. In the same way, I’ve here and there read poetry from people on the right, and turned away. It’s not that I don’t agree with what they were writing, but it just seemed dull and flat, and didn’t compel me in any way. I wanted to like it, but just couldn’t. It seems to me at those times that the right-wing aspect was forced. I hate it when it’s forced. I’m not looking for Lee Greenwood.

What I’ve read in Atop The Cliffs, I really like, which is a very pleasant surprise for me. I haven’t had time to read them all, because there’s a lot of poetry there, and I’m glad. I can wander in there anytime and find plenty.

I hope you wander over there too.