Saturday, December 30, 2017

Mission: Subdue Baltimore as Cheaply as Possible

A Man Question for James LaFond From @realAlexNichol:

James responds:

Drop the 82nd Airborne on Baltimore with the following mission:

Jail all elected and appointed officials other than police.

Execute corrupt cops, using the federal task force of 20 agents investigating the BPD as informants.

Publicly whip the federal agents and send them back to D.C.

Use the remaining 70% of the BPD as guides.

Kill all gang members-all, no prisoners.

Load all welfare mothers on C-130s to Libyan slave markets.

Assign all orphans to affluent households in the various liberal white enclaves and let them deal with the problems their remote meddling have caused.

Turn over the City government to The Nation of Islam as a provisional body to oversee elections in which only employed or propertied men over 35 are permitted to vote.

Permit racial segregation, where neighborhoods vote for it. 

It would be the best city in America inside a month.

Alternatively, task the A-10 Squadron at Martins Air Force reserve to level the city and then resettle it.

(c) 2017 James LaFond

Friday, December 29, 2017

Supplicant Song

A Tribes Yarn by James LaFond

A Tale of Ancient Oth

Dice the Scrounge is a Damned Fixer, a cursed man, denied rejoining with the Faceless God he serves in return for the enjoyment of the many vices that those he ministers to on behalf of His Unseen Omniscience have forsworn. Life at World’s End, in Yugra-Sahg, the Sacred City of Supplication, is good enough for Dice—until the cruel boot treads of the one called Phane, ruined the perfect game, and, of somewhat less importance, placed Dice on a transcendent path he could quite well enough do without.

A Jerkhouse Book
A Graphomania Pulp Yarn
Copyright 2017 James LaFond

Cover Art
-The Supplicant’s Way by Richard Thomas

Tribes Graphomania Pulp Yarns Series Synopsis

Each Tribes yarn is set in the Ancient Future of Oth.

These stand-alone Science-Fiction/Fantasy novelettes are extracted from the author’s unpublished 1992 Source Book, Tribes.

Each yarn will be the classic pulp length of the short novelette, between 7,000 and 14,000 words, told in 3-7 chapters, with the complete yarn published in an affordable book.

The cover, dust cover and first chapter will be published at

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Ritual Hegemony

How Do Masculine Rites Reflect Western Cultural Dominance Throughout the Ages?

Written for Myth of the 20th Century by James LaFond

There are four aspects of sports:


All four of these aspects are present in a given sport at a given time.  However, the social mechanisms key on the primacy of each aspect, with that aspect most predominant in the current social setting, marking the rise, apex and decline of a given athletic ritual.

The term athlete comes from the ancient Hellenic words for "prize seeker," so an athlete is not just a practitioner of a primal, tribal, ritual or spectacular art, but one whose aim is to be rewarded with honors or material.  The further a sport is from its origin and the further into decline the host society, the more material gain supplants honor as the prize.

This degradation has a corollary in masculine domestication in the wider sphere as well, a degradation of masculinity that begins at the very dawn of civilization, in chiefdoms such as the Achaean society of the Iliad, in which the material resources of Agamemnon brought more social leverage in an honor-based society than the actual honor accrued by Achilles.  Likewise, Beowulf, most honored man of the epic named after him, is employed as a tool by a dynasty based on wealth accumulation which lay prostrate before their enemy, unable to defend themselves.

In Alexander’s singular quest to conquer the world as a boyish exploration and godlike aspiration, he literally carted soil for wrestling on wherever his armies went, to the point where his men called themselves, “the boys from the gym” planting their hyper-masculine values wherever they went. His every conquest was consecrated with athletic contests, mostly in honor of Herakles, the demigod later most admired by the Romans, as a re-ascendant being.

Emergence, Evolution and Devolution of Sports


All sports contain aspects of the hunt, with aiming, chasing and wrangling [wrestling, lifting, bull riding, etc.] being present in all forms.  Thus the first prehistoric sports were most likely preparations for the hunt.

There are also significant gathering aspects, especially in ball sports, which are exclusively tribal and were played by women nearly as often as men in Western societies.

The modern and postmodern focus on ball sport as the definition of masculine expression is, in and of itself, symptomatic of a deep emasculation.  In the ancient world, there was only one kind of athlete, and he fought. [Track and field athletes were considered combat artists, as they engaged in segments of a warrior’s preparation and war tasks.]


Team ball sports are quintessential examples of tribal athletics, which served primarily as bonding rites—often across gender and age lines—but not across alien or enemy lines.

The urge for WWI soldiers to play ball between the lines, documented by Ernst Junger, and which was ruined by the officers in charge of ethno-cultural negation ordering snipers to fire on the players to reignite false hatreds, are a good example of the social purpose of masculine ritual, to preserve competing societies of the same ethnicity from extermination.  The “Rules of War,” ceasefires and truces are essentially based on athletic frame works at least 4,000 years old.

A ball sport is supposed to pit one identified group against another and often contains gathering and capture elements, with the goalkeeper of many modern ball sports being an actual descendant of the early modern gaolkeeper, who jailed runaway slaves until they could be resold.

The natural human affinity for such community versus community contests has been harnessed in modern times to render the spectacle of degenerate sports addictive in a way that ancient spectacles were not.  When ball sports evolve beyond amateur associations and the players become mercenary in character, the natural tribal affinity for inter-community, sub-lethal skirmishing had been successfully hijacked by the manipulative class into a tool for subverting, rather than affirming, community identity.


The first evidence of specific forms of ritual combat were as follows:

Wrestling, 20,000 BP, Spain
Dueling, 5,000 BP, Sumer
Boxing, 4,000 BP, Indo-Aryan Conquests

Such rites were generally maintained as exclusive to combative classes of men, with notable exceptions such as the warrior-slaves of the Roman arena, known as gladiators.  All such rites, in the ancient world, had sacral aspects, which were maintained even in the face of spectacular degradation [1] and the rise of professional athletes and slave athletes, the most famous of the latter being charioteers.

When the classical world fell into decline, such masculine rituals were first sought as wells of spiritual rejuvenation by the upper class, with senators and even an emperor, turning their backs on civic life to compete in the arena.  At the end of this social decline, athletics and gladiatorial combat were abolished altogether, with their eventual rebirth in the early modern period as dueling rose in Feudal Europe and then gave way to boxing in early-Modern Europe.  Once reborn in Europe, these masculine rituals were first criminalized and then aggressively regulated by governments.

Eventually all advanced societies chain the masculine ritual to a spectacle format which in some way degrades the contestant and places him in a state of social judgment.  Anti-boxing statutes, the bans on dueling, referees, umpires, judges, athletic codes and commissions are all expressions of the ruling elite’s innate fear of masculine agency, particularly in individualistic combative form.  In fact, athletic commissions only oversee individual combat sports, not team ball sports.  The lowest grossing sports draws the highest government regulation expenditures.

This State fear of masculine agency—particularly of the individual hero—is well expressed in the 1970s movie Rollerball, starring James Caan as Jonathan. [2]


Pre-combat war dances, coming-of-age rites and victory dances, were probably the first public spectacles and were, on a tribal level, participatory expressions, not passively observed ceremonies.  Such do not become passive until external, alien rule is exerted one tribe upon the other.

In proto-nations, or chiefdoms, use of such rites by the elite toward a unified social cohesion in line with the ruler’s aspirations are in evidence, such as the dancing of Zulu maidens before their husbands-to-be, who could not marry until they had wet their spears in battle.

By the time tribal chiefdoms had been welded into larger polities, such as Athens, with its dozen tribes and Elis with its three, masculine rites were expanded from private observances such as a Roman son making two captives fight to the death before his father’s tomb in 366 B.C., to become social rudders such as the Olympics, chariot races in the Circus Maximus and the sanguine spectacles of the Arena [sands], which were originally conducted in the Forum and Circus and later in purpose-built amphitheaters.

Comparing Roman and American Spectacle Arcs

Gladiatorial combat [munera, from “rites due the dead”] provides the best arc from the private sacral rite to the obsessively diversionary spectacle from the ancient world.


In 366 B.C., in early vigor, poised to conquer the entirety of non-Greek, tribal Italy, Rome began employing warrior slaves to sanctify patriarchal burials.

The American corollary is the 1869 [3] formation of intercollegiate football, in the wake of the Civil War, as America geared up to conquer the remaining, non-British, adjacent, tribal lands.


By 146 B.C., as Greece was conquered, dedicated amphitheaters were being built as the Republic entered an expansionist phase which would see it supplanting the Hellenistic empires of the east.

The American corollary is the 1892 [4] establishment of professional football, an overt territory conquest rite, just as America began to challenge old world industrial might, and set its sights on atrophied Spanish Dominions and entered unprecedented an unrepeated spate of civic construction. Most notable East Coast architecture comes from the period 1890-1914.

Circa 100 B.C., Republican Rome entered a decadent era, in which slave rebellions and civil wars resulted in the usurpation of the Republic into an empire and increased military adventure abroad, culminating in the rise of empire under Augustus in 27 B.C. and, most tellingly to the Roman psyche, the loss of three legions in Germany in A.D. 9.

The American corollary to this would be the 1920 formation of the American Professional Football Association, in the midst of domestic labor upheavals, far flung wars, first with culturally similar and later alien peoples, culminating in the humiliating debacle of the Vietnam War, ending in 1975 which was, in Roman parlance, America’s Teutoburg Forest.


By A.D. 80, after the decadence of Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius and Nero and the rise of the Flavians, who were military reactionaries, one sees the peak of architecture dedicated to spectacles as part of a state-driven campaign to extol masculine virtue before a passive audience.

The American corollary, in the 1970s, was the surpassing of Major League Baseball by the NFL in the wake of the Vietnam humiliation, well documented in the book, The Last Head Bangers.

By 180 B.C., after a period of Roman expansion under the rule of the Five Good Emperors [Nerva, Trajan, Hadrian, Antonius Pius and Marcus Aurelius], internal decline and moral malaise set in, resulting in the spectacles taking on the same diversionary escapism one sees on weekends in American households before the television and at the stadium, and also serving the same function as the welfare state.  For the only chance a poor Roman got to eat meat and where he sometimes received his bread dole, was at the gladiatorial amphitheater or circus.

From this point forward, few Roman emperors would die a natural death, but would be replaced at sword point, with Rome wracked by civil wars for the rest of its history until Constantine’s reform basically halved the Romam Imperium between Latin West and Greek East from A.D. 324 - 37 [5].

As civil wars raged, so were successful claimants called to police weakening external borders, such as Septimius Severus’s fatal invasion of Caledonia in 208 [6], with the empire actually reaching its power projection zenith under his reign, even as it collapsed morally and economically along internal lines.

The American corollary was the prominence of football as “the American religion” and “the religion of football” [to quote Rush Limbaugh] promoted by many as a defining American cultural phenomenon, even as military adventure ramped up to an “imperial influence maintenance” scale from 1991 through the present, only to have that image precipitously collapse.

Parting Notes on Roman/American Emasculation Corollaries
Just as the elite would eventually sully the arena and their own moral stature by going into it as part of the spectacle [Commodus for example], causing Roman thinkers to look upon the arena spectacles as a symbol of national decline rather than a display of manly virtue, as an obvious diversionary social brake on the common consciousness, the NFL scandals which accompanied the rise of Leftist political correctness and Rightist political dissidence circa 2012 have gutted “the religion of football” and broken its mystique.

After Severus, Roman soldiers were increasingly non-Roman mercenaries.  Likewise, since the collapse of support for the ongoing Iraqi conflict, the U.S. has increasingly employed proxy forces in other developing conflicts.

At about A.D. 200, Roman birthrates began to decline markedly.

Also, at this time, traditional Greco-Roman cults were beginning to lose ground to Egyptian, Semitic and Mithraic forms of spiritual expression—the cult of Rome was dying and would be replaced, under Constantine, by an anti-athletic religion, which abolished all forms of masculine ritual.

In postmodern America, as athletics are no longer fields of virtuous expression and positive behavior cultivation, where our stone churches are now resettlement centers for people of rival religions from non-athletic cultures, will there be an athletic death or a reawakening?

There is one thing that America has that Rome did not, a thing borrowed from the Amerindians, a pre-athletic hunting tradition which did not exist in Post-Roman Europe for any but the elite.  In what remains of America, we possess the actual root of sports—the hunt.  We also possess a body of individual combat rites: boxing, wrestling, MMA, stick-fighting, fencing, that have actually survived 1700 years of Christian attempts to extinguish them.  Indeed, the instinct for ritual combat is so strong among people of European descent, that in Europe and America, from A.D. 1200 to today, numerous Christian leaders have promoted the ancient Indo-Aryan pagan rites in defense of their faith, from Alfred the Great in A.D. 996, to an Italian priest circa A.D. 1200, to a “boxing” U.S. Navy chaplain in the 1890s, down to Christian men I train today, among those who accept the metaphysics of the Near East, there are men who reject the disdain for physicality that emerged ages ago from those ancient, decadent lands and continue to uphold their ancestral ways.

In the end, what is most important about masculine ritual is the sustaining of direct actionist honor, not the proxy honor of accumulation, agreement, appeasement and soft sympathy, but the creation of honor from action, a man’s only timeless accomplishment.

Honor Among Men


[1]  Standing for the national anthem represents a civic-sacral element in the NFL, which the elite have moved to remove.

[2]  Preview for Rollerball

[3]  Intercollegiate football in America.

[4]  The origin of professional football can be traced back to 1892, with William "Pudge" Heffelfinger's $500 contract to play in a game for the Allegheny Athletic Association against the Pittsburgh Athletic Club.  In 1920 the American Professional Football Association was formed.

[5]  The Byzantine Empire

[6]  Septimius Severus

(c)  2017 James LaFond

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Vacation Picture

James has been on a posting break for the end of the year, but his son was kind enough to send me this picture of James relaxing in luxury accommodations:

What happened here?  Did James finally go pro as a boxer?  Did he and Big Ron get waylaid after a night of drinking?  Was it the hoodrats at a bus stop?  What does the other guy look like?  If my reading of Winter of a Fighting Life (Kindle & paperback) is correct (Q&A with author), this is James' first officially broken nose.

If you think you can explain what happened here, please do so in the comments.  Whoever comes closest to the truth will receive the book of their choice in pdf.

(c) 2017 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Gargantuan Giant of Manhood - Crackpot Podcast Ep 20

James LaFond and Lynn Lockhart discuss James' writing and posting break.  James describes an 18th century painting and reads from the foreword of Tribes.

In a short break from James' year-end seclusion, we hear about writing progress and more.

The Crackpot Podcast features prolific author and urban survival expert and Crackpot James LaFond, and his unpaid intern, the mysterious Lynn Lockhart.

Portrait of Guy Johnson by Benjamin West



00:45  James' year-end writing seclusion
03:45  Thunderbird is complete, awaiting editing (the podcast girl edits too)
05:10  What does myopic mean in the literary sense
08:34  Any anarchotyrrany update?
13:20  Description of Indian in Benjamin West's portrait of Guy Johnson
16:28  Reading from the foreword of Tribes, unpublished book by James LaFond

Sunday, December 17, 2017

‘Instruments of Awakening’

Two Heroisms by Julius Evola, 20 November 1939

Evola casts aside the modernist argument that we are nothing but instinct and intellect.  He also rejects the Semitic [and hence Judeo-Christian-Islamic] view of a man as inherently corrupt, and sinful, with the human body a seat of evil which must be escaped and transcended.  He offers instead the ancient Aryan view that the body is the root of the transcendent tree, that the physicality of the flesh is the springboard which might propel man beyond instinct, beyond cunning, beyond ethics, into a state of “super-racial” being.

Rather than conniving, collectivizing and submitting, the heroic vision of “two heroisms” places the hero in the ascent, gives the opportunity of protean rather than submissive sacrifice, a means by which each hero who manages to pierce the higher reality not only transcends the sorrowful life of the body but elevates those aspects of the super-organism he is a part of—members of his race—as an extra-collective entity.

Evola postulates [and this interpreter disagrees with] the notion that totemic, animistic races of men, hunters and gatherers, are degenerate, fallen races—though still superior to the materialistic civilized collectives of the materialistic world.  This notion brings us to a third possibility as to the states of man.

The Semitic notion is that man is a deliberate creation of God, a domesticated creature of “The Garden” and that there was no elevation from the totemic to the domestic, but rather a fall from the domestic, as put forth in Genesis.  This same state of God-shaped domestication is at the right hand of the Gilgamesh-Enkidu myth, known as the Epic of Gilgamesh, in which man is a domestic creation of the gods, who seeks to attain godhood and is cursed to mortality.

The other notion, long-held by secularists and tribal peoples alike, is the left-handed aspect of that same legend, that of Enkidu, who was likewise god-made, but emerged himself from animal form toward enlightenment and eventual misery and death.

What Evola proposes is a combination of the The Fall myth and the Totemic, in that Man has fallen from a higher plane—not out of an earthly garden of enslavement—but from a heavenly, godlike state into enslavement and animism, that the man bound to the animal world through the shamanic traditions has retreated from the higher plane of life, just as the civilized materialist has been chained and barred from attaining the higher plane.

Evola has no more time for notions of man evolving along Darwinian lines from weasel to ape to man than any of the other spiritual traditions, be they animistic, submissive or transformative.   He reminds that the physical form and instincts of man, his capacity to battle his condition, arms him with the ability to surpass Gilgamesh and attain a higher state:

“…according to the usual mendacious theory of the inferior giving rise to the superior…”

Evola postulates “…a race of the spirit behind the race of body and blood in which the latter expresses the former in a more or less perfect manner according to the circumstances individuals, and often castes in which the race is articulated.”

“…often modern man has lost both the steadiness of instinct of the ‘races of nature’ and the superiority and metaphysical tension of the ‘super-race…’”

Evola clearly rates the animistic, totemic races as superior to the collectivistic, submissive races of modernity, but declares them degenerate nonetheless, while leaving open the possibility that members of either degenerate state might reanimate and become transcendent.

He has the knives out for the materialistic creature of civilization:

“…the ‘race of the bourgeois,’ of the petty conformist and right-thinking man, the ‘advanced’ spirit who invents a superiority for himself on the base of rhetoric, empty speculations and exquisite aestheticisms; the pacifist, the social climber, the neutralist humanitarian, all this half-extinguished material of which so significant a part of the modern world is made up, is actually a product of racial degeneration, the expression of the deep crisis of the Man of the West, all the more tragic as it is not even felt as such.”

So Evola presents modern man as one who has degenerated rather than fallen and primitive man as one who has retreated from the process of degeneration into a probable dead-end.

He recommends war as a possible vetting process for ascendant souls and sights Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front as an example of the fruitlessness of sending the wrong human material into war and the defeatism that must ensue, when the deluded materialist is cast into that crucible. The man thrown into war from the modern sheep pen is only able to deal effectively with his situation as a beast [totemically, like the modern sniper] or as a hero [transcendently, like Ernst Junger].

“…the lion can arise from the sheep…Man reawakens and resumes contact with the deep forces of life and race from which he has become alienated…”

This is the function of war, in Evola’s understanding, it is “the amputation of the bourgeois excrescence…”

In other words, traumatic hardship in which dynamic agency is invited on the part of the male, might offer a propulsion into manhood and out of domesticity.

“Such culminations of heroic experience…demand the all aspects of war that have an ‘elemental’ destructive, we could almost say tulluric character…”

Evola goes on to describe the rejection of this by the materialist, modern, collective, petty ‘individual’ as a barring of the domesticated person from an opportunity to experience “inner triumphs.”

The two heroisms refer to a two-part awakening, first of the bestial aspect of the human, and second the of the heroic, the animal inside of us awakening to break the chains of our mental enslavement, freeing the submerged Higher Self to reengage with our consciousness to transcend the mechanistic barriers of the materialistic order of fearful docility and doleful complicity.

(c) 2017 James LaFond

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Attention Commenter VV

Back in August, James was posting often on Big Ron, and as I have been reading through that material and preparing it for publication, I came across this comment on this post from VV:


August 7, 2017 4:59 PM UTC
James I have comunicated to you before, invited you down SOCO(southern AACo) for some crab cakes(let me know any time!). I did A LOT of roofing work in and around Bmore, did the roof on Main PO on East Fayette, had 15-20 TOPS guys there some days. The towers were still there. Man I’ve seen some shit. I knew that guy and the guy Wayne referenced, I bet I was on a couple of their jobs and walked right by Ron. Mike was def a shit talker, but he was pretty good on the boss mans jobs, I won’t mention his Co. as they are still around.

VV, James has no way of getting in touch with you and collecting those crab cakes!  If you are still interested, please email me at lynnlockhart328  @   gmail   .   com      Just remove the spaces.


Thursday, December 7, 2017

To Avenge the People - Crackpot Podcast

The Crackpot Podcast - Episode 19:  To Avenge the People

In Episode 19 of the Crackpot Podcast, Lynn and James discuss Gropey Joe Biden, monarchism in the alt-right and James shares his experience of Grandparent's Day at his grandson's elementary school.

James and Lynn discuss the prevalence of sexual criminals among our ruling class, in-group and out-group violence, defense of men and women during war between North American Indians and English settlers.  James compares feudal traditions in England and Japan and discusses the difference between a tribal chief and a political figure.  He concludes with a description of a day in a suburban Baltimore elementary school.

The Crackpot Podcast features prolific writer James LaFond and Lynn Lockhart. 

0:00:45  Joe Biden & the protective instinct
0:10:25  Are most politicians pedophiles?  Other sexual predators.
0:22:55  Monarchists in the alt-right
0:26:40  Defense of women and children in war, in-group violence vs. out-group violence
0:30:10  British culture
0:35:05  The English attempted to extend their feudal organization in North America
0:36:30  James reads from Chiksika and discusses the persistence of North American tribes
0:43:30  Modern monarchs vs. chiefs and kings in a primal setting
0:44:46  He is supposed to avenge the people.
0:47:15  George Washington was a cross between Reagan and Clinton
0:48:15  UCLA Basketball players rescued from China by Trump
0:49:30  Singapore caning
0:51:15  Baltimore violence update (taped right after Det. Suiter was killed)
0:54:15  OD in a cop bar, opioid crisis
1:00:30  To discuss monarchy in a future episode from spiritual perspective
1:00:49  Description of Grandparent's Day in a first grade class in suburban Baltimore

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Best Laid Plans

A Rail Adventure by Tony Cox

Make it to New Orleans in time for Halloween. 

A simple enough goal and nearly five months to get there. Me and Filthy Erek had it all planned out. We both started out as homeless teens around the same time, and were always looking for an adventure. We worked day labor together almost everyday, and even shared a tent together, saving what money we could for the trip. Our hidden campsite really was quite enviable. You had to crawl through thick blackberry bushes for fifty feet before you came to a nice flat, grassy clearing. We built a fire pit, had camp chairs, and kept our little sanctuary clean. The only rule we had was keeping the place secret. We learned the hard way that when you don't keep your place secret, it soon gets overrun with masturbating tweakers and other freeloading scum.

Portland was the best place to hop a train out of. We heard rumors that you could ride public transit all the way from Seattle to Portland, so we gave it a shot, mostly just to see if it could be done. Seattle to Tacoma to Olympia to Centralia to Longview to Vancouver, and finally the last bus over the state line from the 'Couve to Portland, Oregon. We made the trip for around $5 each, if I remember right.

Portland, Oregon

Memorial Day in Portland means the Rose Festival. I'd never seen anything like it. It was as if every bum, misfit, gutterpunk, and freak all converged on downtown and declared it their own sovereign nation. These days the annual Rose Fest has become quite tame by comparison.

It's not hard to spot who the train hopping kids are. They are downtown in every big city, dressed mostly in black, usually wearing dirty, patched Carhartt work clothes. They have large packs, and sit on sidewalks and harass people for spare change to support their drinking habits. I never wore that uniform, or asked anyone for shit. We met a group of them to gather intel about the do's and don'ts of New Orleans.

A short, slim fellow by the name of Eyeball said that anyone looking like a vagrant during Halloween or Mardi Gras would be arrested on sight and kept locked up until the festivities were over, whereupon they are made to clean up the streets. He recommended we find a friendly local willing to store our packs in their house to avoid arrest. "I was wearing my pack, and eating a McDonald's cheeseburger. When the cop saw me throw the pickles in a trash can. I was arrested for 'molesting a pickle', and sent to the parish prison. Down there, they got lifers doing time in the parish prison, basically their version of a county jail. You get arrested and then thrown in a cell with lifers and guys doing hard time. You wear your own shoes, too. If you're white and weak, they'll take your shoes and all your meals. It's hardcore. I picked up trash for two weeks before they let me go," Eyeball said.

Stockton, California

We left Portland and rode the rails to Stockton. The train was moving through town when we jumped off that night; we were out of water. A man in a new looking BMW saw us jumping off, and stops to ask us if we need anything. I was thinking he was a faggot at first, but soon changed my mind. We told him we're ok, but he insists. He peels off $200, gives us each a bill, then tells us he'll drive us to the other side of town, as downtown Stockton is a dangerous place after dark, full of violent gangs.

He introduced himself and tells us his name is Springfield. He was a large black man with a shaved head and friendly demeanor. He told us his father was a preacher, and full on hustler. In fact, the BMW was a result of one his own side hustles he learned from Dad. "I just call folks up from the phone book, tell them I'm with the church, and ask if they have any old vehicles they'd like to donate for charity. It's like taking candy from a baby." We thanked him, and on our way out of the car, he handed us a small bag of crystal meth. "Remember what I said about downtown. Stay away, and peace, brothers!" What a guy!

Oakland, California

Next stop was Oakland. As soon as we were out of the rail yard, I immediately thought of filling up on water again. I saw an old lady, maybe 70, and politely asked if she knew where a drinking fountain was. "Don't be asking me for shit! We ain't got no motherfuckin' water for your white ass!" she replied. Welcome to Oakland.

We rode the BART train to San Francisco, just to have a look around. While there, some gutterpunks invite us to stay the night in their squat. When we arrived at the house, we were surprised to see it is painted black. We soon learned that this place is called the "Church of Satan" squat for a reason. Trap doors, hidden rooms, and old lion shit in the basement. Everyone else claimed to feel evil, forbidding energy in the basement, but I found the place to be warm and inviting, besides the lion shit. We only stayed for one night. I am sure that Anton LaVey was rolling in his grave, cursing all the kids who defiled his home.

Erek and I decided to work for a few days, and found a day labor spot out of town. On our way to the day labor place, we were both quite amused to walk past a store advertising 'Liquor and Guns.' They even had a drive thru window. We worked a few days, then headed back to Oakland to catch another train.

End of the Line

That satanic curse must have worked, because I never made it past San Antonio. While buying some beer and snacks at a convenience store, I was asked by a drunk Mexican if I liked the pink hat he was wearing. Next thing you know, we were duking it out in the parking lot, and I noticed he had four other guys with him. There was no doubt Erek would have my back, he had been an all-state wrestler before he left school, always ready for a scrap, but we were outnumbered. It stayed one on one, but I knew that I had to keep it a stalemate. This fight went on FOREVER. The guys behind the counter at the store even locked the doors so they could come outside to watch, and place bets on who would win. After a very long and tiring fight, my opponent's woman started yelling, "Come on Chuy! We got dope and guns in the fucking car! Let's go before the cops show up!" He retreated with a warning, "Don't EVER let me see you here AGAIN!" Yeah, whatever. We still had our beer and snacks, and no sooner had he left, did the police show up and put the bracelets on me. I got out a week later, but Erek was already gone. He ended up staying on the road for three more years. He saw the whole damn country from a boxcar. For a year after that, he lived as an illegal immigrant in Toronto, working under the table as a roofer.

Our simple plan never came to be. Like Mike Tyson said, everyone has a plan 'til they get punched in the mouth.

(c) 2017 Tony Cox

Masculine Axis by James LaFond

A Meditation on Manhood and Heroism

James LaFond writes about masculinity with the assurance of a man who knows what he is about. Only by understanding and practicing masculinity, through literature, at work, with their mates and family members, in combat, sports and in fellowship with other men, may the men of our sick society preserve their property, families, cultural patrimony and their own souls.

Available in paperback and Kindle edition.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 5

Lynn's picks from for the week of November 27:

Interesting developments and context on the murder of Detective Suiter.

Running for the bus in Baltimore, through the years.

James is correct about the minimum wage.  And he didn't even have to wrack up six figures in student loans to figure it out.

To a dedicated drug dealer, an overdose is an advertising opportunity.

A follow up from Eirik Bloodaxe on fighting with a staff.

An op-ed piece from the Checkered Demon on the Alabama Senatorial special election, when has politics been more entertaining?

James signs off for the year, we wish him very well.

(c) 2017 Lynn Lockhart

Friday, December 1, 2017

Wear No Halo

On the departure of an old friend, by Tony Cox

"If they don't pull those tubes out of him soon, I'll do it myself," I whisper to my old friend.  It was hard seeing Keno that way.   He'd been in a coma for 22 days.  The small room at the trauma center was filled with "nice" white people, much crying and gnashing of teeth.  "Who the fuck are these people?" I ask.   "Some guy who used to date his mom before she died, long time ago.  These are all this guy's church people," says my old crazy friend.  Wait.  Now I recognize that dude.  He was just another crack head, is how I remember him.  I guess some people have to attach themselves to a tragedy, like vultures, for their own self-serving reasons.  Polish up their good-guy badges, maybe get some sympathy for themselves out of it while they're at it.

Two teenage girls are crying at his bedside.   I am 100% positive they've never even met the person they're crying for.  One of them asks the doctor, "Will he be able to breathe for himself when the tubes come out?"

I interrupt them and say, "I bet if you put a weed pipe in his mouth he'd hit it."   My old friend smiles, and almost laughs.  The church people ignore me.   "What can we do to wake him up?" the other crying girl sobs to the doctor.   I elbow my old friend, and say "Did they even TRY sucking his dick yet?"  He finally allows himself a laugh.

Long winded prayers are said, scripture is read aloud, these fools actually believe in their promised land.  They're even praying for the drunken drag queen who fled the scene, after plowing into him at 70mph while he fixed his flat tire.  How Christ-like of them.  These treacherous god-heads sicken me.

I'm asked if I would like to say anything. I would.

"You were a true warrior.  Always ready to throw down, never ran away, never bowed to any man or god.  Fuck this world."  I walked into the hallway while they pulled out the tubes that animated his corpse.  This was 10:32am on November 27th.

I hope I'm killed before I die.  That's all we can really ask for, isn't it?

For more about Keno, see the following:

Pray for Keno
The Angel

(c) 2017 Tony Rooster