Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Not Much of a Protest

Artistic Negation in the News


Manny Soprano, our Senior Correspondent from New Jersey, has filed the following report:

There wasn’t much of a protest this week. It seems the City has agreed to move the Statue 200 feet in newly built park. My bet is the thing goes into storage and never comes out.

More on the story here.

(c) 2018 James LaFond


Monday, June 18, 2018

‘The Pulse of Life’

James LaFond's Impressions of A Moment by Robert E. Howard
Reading from page 81 of A Word from the Outer Dark


Four verses of four lines each are the time it took for Robert E. Howard to reverse his negative exposure lens and bring to bear his sharpest tool in the exposition of heroism among horror and savagery, which was his stock-in-trade. There is something deeply horrific about Howard’s settings, something that does not square with his lack of graphic gore and his reticence towards the minutia of killing.

It is this, his deep appreciation for beauty which is imbedded in many dark corners of his prose but which forms the entirety of A Moment, the first verse of which is quoted below:

Let me forget all men a space,
All dole and death and dearth;
Let me clutch the world in my hungry arms—
The paramour of the earth.

This passion for natural beauty shines languidly through the brutal masculine mechanics of his barbarian characters, the sullied souls of his civilized villains, the inhumane gulfs that shadow his fictional worlds, and the bones of the dying civilizations bleaching under the eye of his dark sun, mostly in the persons of his female characters, who are never mere sidekicks, love interests or possessions, but rather as miniature—often innocent—little worlds like flowers under the cruel feet of men.

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Calling Uncle Fred

On Wading in Our Reduction


I called Uncle Fred just now, a few minutes ago.

“Hey Uncle Fred. This is Jimmy. You’re the closest thing to a father I have so I thought I’d wish you a happy Father’s Day.”

“Why thank you, Jimmy, that means a lot. I’m glad you feel that way.”

His voice breaks as I try to make the next bit hurt as little as possible, without a prayer of success. “I’m so sorry that we lost Aunt Patsy.”

“Thank you, Jimmy. It doesn’t make any sense. She was such a sweetheart. I could have never found another woman that good.”

“Is Joann or Cathy there with you?”

“Yes, they’re here. Jimmy, Patsy was the best person I knew and she’s gone and it don’t make no sense.”

“I hope you have a real good day, Uncle Fred.”

“Thank you, Jimmy—that means a lot.”

“I hope to see you before the year is out, sir.”

“That would be nice—I love you buddy…”

“I love you too. Take care.”

Patsy was the most intelligent women I have met who majored in English. She qualified for a university scholarship but the Dean told her that she’d never be able to find work in her field—that people didn’t care what women thought. I remember her telling me that she did enough so that she could work as a teacher and teach her own children, as, with Uncle Fred’s coaching job, they would be travelling a lot. Patsy gave me numerous writing tips when she found out what I was up to. She had eagerly offered to proofread my work when I was in desperate need for that kind of help. But she was such a sweetheart I couldn’t, with clear conscience, let her get caught up in the current of my dark inquires or darker fantasies.

Fred and Patsy raised a son and four daughters, who all have families across the nation. We were to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary this July 5.

Fred was the strongest man I knew of his generation. The smartest woman and the strongest man I knew had held a bond for longer than I shall hopefully live—for I don’t want to do well enough to end up in his current place.

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Friday, June 15, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 29

Happy Father's Day! I hope you are all being feted with the finest steaks, beers, whiskey, etc.

When you work in a zoo, the salient question is which side of the glass are you on?

Coaching question from Baruch, bare knuckle punching positions.

A coffee shop in my panhandler infested hometown used to use a fishbowl - full of water! - as a tip jar, this was 20 years ago.

James' and Sean's last stick fight.

Drinking and writing and thinking, proceed with caution and be nice to your editor.

The fight of 2019 is set up, the first LPR bout in over a century?

Open carry vs. the Police.

The crimes of these Baltimore cops are truly staggering.  They were LITERALLY, yes literally, a street gang with all the privileges of the badge, and the crimes and corruption surely exceed what has been disclosed here.

If I knew how to sew I would design a line of tactical clothing for women.

Mushy stuff on Facebook is the absolute worst!  Keep that in your texts and email where it's between you, your loved one and the NSA.

Nathan Bedford Forest was an interesting man but that last idea is awful.

James reviews mid-century horror from Fritz Leiber.

The Suburban Crime Surfer still rides the bus.


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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

‘Against the Sunset’

James LaFond's Impressions of Autumn by Robert E. Howard
Reading from A Word from the Outer Dark, page 79


“Now is the lyre of Homer flecked with rust,” begins the first verse of three in this circadian poem. Reading such brief, atmospheric works shot with reflection and shaded in reds, grays and midnight shadows, one finds—or this reader fancies—the doom-gurgling fountain of Howard’s most striking fantasies set in worlds so dark that his black-maned, dark-hearted and bloody-handed heroes might seem a comet of virtue against the worlds that bore them.

Like Homer, Howard places avian life in the position of intermediaries, messengers from beyond man’s understanding, offering a perspective that renders poets forever envious of the gods. Autumn serves as a curtain for the living stages set by the most powerful fantasist of the 20th century, invoking an inner season that seems to have ever been his time of mind. And, as usual, his starkly chosen words whisper of things then and now taboo.

The sere1 leaves fall on a forgotten lute,
And autumn’s arms enfold a dying race.

Diction Note
1. Sere: being dried and withered

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Sunday, June 10, 2018

‘Slave of the Greater Freedom’

The Adventurer and Shadow of Dreams by Robert E. Howard
James LaFond's impressions, reading from pages 72-6 of a Word from the Outer Dark


The Adventurer

This dream of oceans of deep water and burning sands is had on a hammock, swaying with the rhythm of an ever-dawning world of wonder, peril and plunder. Bordering on a juvenile yearning for the pirate’s storied life, the dreaming author—so obviously entranced as he composes this splicing of epic heroic style and pastoral idyll, writes as if Hesiod dreamed Homer’s dread dreams and somehow burnished them in his starry mind’s eye.

These four verses of eleven or more lines are mused from a swaying perspective—this reader thinks—as a compositional aid, a means of self-entrancement by the author. The style is not purely idyllic or heroic and is infected with treasure lust but slimly, the focus forever returning to deeper, broader horizons in Howard’s elemental style, in which the wind, the fabric of dreams, the broad deep, the mountains gone and the moon blinking tomorrow always supersede the humanly frail, beckoning the reader to become a writer, and so to become an adventurer of the mind at least.

In a dream-killing world, an aspiring fiction writer might acquire a copy of A Word from the Outer Dark and read The Adventurer and other like verses as a means of literal liberation.


Shadow of Dreams

This lesser star of 39 over-laden lines, limps remorselessly towards Death’s door like a bauble hung whore unable to remember all her paramours of yore. The dull drive of over-saturated imagery associated with oriental adventures and strange lands is perhaps Howard’s worst work and perhaps he would agree. The first lines are the best:

Stay not from me, that veil of dreams that gives
Strange seas and skies and lands and curious fire,
Dragons and crimson moons and white desire…

This reader would prefer to think that this was Howard’s first attempt at his signature style of dark poetic fantasy, and is content to quite like the first few lines for their own sake.

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Saturday, June 9, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 28

Cool off with a frosty beverage and your weekend links:



Wellread Ed provides an education along with lifesaving medical treatment.

Starting last week, James and readers have been discussing strategies for finding a mate, with plenty of good comments:
-First, why you want to be the heathen husband.
-Who exactly are these Christian girls, and why don't their own men aren't getting the job done.

Death row deathmatch in Jersey.

James is home from a visit to Manny and Mary Soprano.

Develop your honor, and find the strengths of your mature identity, then build your organization.

Petroleum is the thin black line separating humanity from the return of explicit mass enslavement.

Tony's violence interview: domestic violence, police, aluminum baseball bat.  James' views on dealing with such men.  Don't fall in love over the internet, fellas.

My country is supposed to be the most violent, but we are way behind Sweden on grenade and IED attacks.

Training the stick jab.

crackhead and a hostage.

Boxing: Saturday night, Tyson Fury returns to the ring, James provides some analysis.  James reviews bare knuckle fights.

Baltimore is an open and unrelenting pit of rancid digestive fluids into which humans must be flung to appease Baal.

Video analysis with Baruch, a brainy former gangbanger and animal update.

Law and order demystified.



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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, June 5, 2018

Open Ended Aggression with Dennis Dale - Crackpot Ep 36

For Episode 36 of the Crackpot Podcast, we welcome Dennis Dale, a citizen journalist in Portland and prime example of the LaFond demographic.  Our wide ranging discussion covers popular culture, managing aggression, prison gangs and more.  Be sure to check out Dennis' blog.

The Crackpot Podcast features reluctant political commentator James LaFond and Wendy Darling to the LaFondiverse, Lynn Lockhart.

Audio:



YouTube:






0:00:40  James' appearance with Dennis and Luke Ford
0:05:00  Dealing with passive aggressiveness and PC culture
0:11:20  Dennis' interview with KMG, Dennis is a citizen journalist, arrested for his craft
0:15:35  James has never been arrested, the talk for working class white kids compared to others
0:20:25  The culture of American blacks in Baltimore
0:23:35  Changes in Baltimore since the riot
0:32:15  "White trash"
0:33:35  Changes in LA racial dynamics
0:46:58  Hidden costs of demographic changes
0:48:40  Portland developments
0:52:20  Baltimore schools
0:53:35  Ethnic cleansing of urban areas, moving criminal elements into suburbs
0:56:15  West Coast one-party rule
0:57:50  Homeless in Portland
1:00:20  Mr. Mohammed
1:08:40  Learn the laws of self defense
1:15:00  Dennis experiencing diversity in Portland
1:18:30  James' silent terror urban defense instructions
1:22:44  The LaFond demographic
1:34:10  The white guy menace, Aryan Brotherhood, Great White Defendant,
1:39:48  Black Criminal Mastermind, The Wire, black James Bond, Drugs Inc.

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 27

Good morning, time for weekend links:

These couples have the highest rates of domestic violence.

'Women is always a situation.'  How Big C learned about Braxton-Hicks contractions.

The evolution of slavery to its current form in America.

Even an edgy foreign filmmaker can't admit to being an appreciative reader of James LaFond, never mind a middle class striver.

Police reveal themselves in their shouted commands.

Policing in Baltimore is innovative!

Prepping for a Brazil style truck strike.

Summer is coming, remember to stay hydrated.

Civilized segregation?  The Old Gods are also called the Gods of the Copybook Headings, from my favorite dead poet, Rudyard Kipling.

A good discussion on pistol shooting posture, don't miss the comments.

Why do people go to bars?  I guess watching the proceedings would be entertaining.

Every man in your organization must be a warrior.

The female police officer is a human sacrifice.

The bugpeople have come to Baltimore.

Another MC story, very disturbing.

Here is part 4 of a series from the Teutonic Fist, giving a different perspective on Europe's migrant crisis.

When daycare is better than parents, your society is just about done.

Be the heathen anchor of your Christian family.



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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

‘Gallantry’

On Confederate Hill with Nero the Pict

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

My good friend Nero the Pict and I had three hours to find Confederate Hill in Loudon Park, between Wilkens and Frederick Avenues, in West Baltimore, before meeting Erique for training.

At the front gate of the park are buried about a regiment's worth of Maryland Union soldiery, right on the main drag where the descendants of those they fought to free sell dope and murder at cut-rate prices.

Further back in the cemetery, beneath centuries old oaks, which the grounds keepers allow to fall prey to parasitic vines, are buried a battalion-strength of Maryland Confederates, 650 in number.



Five large monuments grace the hill overlooking an abandoned, bronze-doored mausoleum, buried in the opposite hillside, a gracefully haunted hilltop, tastefully away from the Yankee road and so much more appropriate to the Lost Cause these men fought for.



A relation of John Wilkes Booth's lies there in the sun.

A number of unknown soldiers rest there, somewhat accounted for among the ranks of others, from Alabama, Georgia, Maryland, mostly men who died of starvation and illness imprisoned at Point Lookout between October 1864 and February 1865.



Among them was a member of a Maryland Artillery unit who won the Confederacy’s highest honor, and survived the war into honored old age.

A man who commanded cavalry in a Maryland raid has a monument dedicated to his gallantry in the soft shade of the massive oak.

Next to him, beneath the monument to an unnamed CSA general reminiscent of Robert E. Lee, the wife of this grey rider has her own better preserved and touchingly inscribed monument, proclaiming her a woman of grace.

Among them is a monument to a youth who was slaughtered by federal troops in the paleface Baltimore Riot.

Most striking to me was that this hill for the remembrance of those we hate because they were better than we are has retained the solitude of a time earlier than theirs, under the shade of a tree that three men could barely circle with hands joined, a tree such as their slave ancestors felled by the millions to make this land ripe for the twin tyrannies that would deprive them of prosperity, march them off to war, kill them and then replace them.

The irony is that they fought to preserve their own poverty at the hands of a slave race and their masters and those who defeated them ultimately fought to ensure that their descendants would be driven from their hometown by the savage scions of those they freed.

Seeing the many battle flags and remembrance cards left by an organization dedicated to preserving their memory, and measuring the grace of their shaded place next to the ranked white rows of union boys whose headstones face one of the most blighted boulevards of their ravaged hometown, one wonders if it’s better to fight for the cause bought and lost or the one won and sold?

Perhaps it is only of importance that these men remind us that there was once a time when men were credited for loyalty and courage rather than having the luck of being owned by the winning machine.

1865 marked the end of the gross, government-mandated ownership of humans and the advent of its refined evolution, a world where one is reduced to a debt cipher and must either be lied to that his people were either the only slaves, or never slaves, so that the debtor might not be haunted by the fact that he lives under the same exact threats as his shackled and branded ancestor, most likely a doomed youth who was put to murdering the world’s largest living things so that his grandchildren might be replaced by a people better designed to thrive in a barren world bereft of their shade.

At least the bones of these 650 men and a few of their women lie beneath a shaded patch of our stone memories, lingering still and stoic in a world dedicated to the collective pursuit of social amnesia.



(c) 2018 James LaFond, photos courtesy of Nero the Pict

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 26

How to develop a reputation for excellent service in your ER.

"You guys don't like your mothers very much," Dante and his biker pals.

James is absolutely correct, Nikki, please don't waste your brain on college.  Your coursework should be focused on marketable skills, expand your mind on your own time, for free.

Law and order and women's MMA under the rule of LaFond the First.

Suzanna has made good use of her temper to stay alive and true to herself.

The gruesome killing of a Baltimore County cop this week illustrates the crime wave expanding from Baltimore City.

James returns to Flushing Cemetery, see here for an account of his first visit, with pictures.

Stare down or pity from a biker?  Reading a look from a hard man in the ER.  (Maybe he looked at your name tag to try to figure out if he should have recognized you?)

Dr. Slickens, Enquire, helps us understand the nuance of making hoochie music videos in the OR.

Is Luther headed for your state?  Be on the lookout!

Don't bring a knife to a knife fight.

'The economy screams for ever more consumers.'

The future of Plantation America.

Someone has to sand bowling balls, and for a while, it was Nero the Pict!



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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Why Worry? Preternatural Musings

For Predator and Prey, Life Goes On


I sat against a tree trunk half way down to the canyon floor on a forty degree slope. I try to make time these days to just sit and watch. Breathe air and observe. There's a lot to see, and while you're moving you're it. Many eyes watch you as you move out, but forget you once you settle. Once the movement stops. Things crank back up slowly, and birds go back to calling out for careless love, 'cause it's Spring again.

The hawks wheel in orbits along the ridges, close to their nests, scanning with those terrible eyes, the infrared capability showing the urine trails left around the nests of their prey. Rodents never grasped the importance of clean latrines, so hawks eat them. Sometimes the difference between continued life and being a snack for a young hawk pivots on an obscure point that only Humans have noticed. Those who study such things, and not other things.

It's hard to know what to study, what with what we call everything just hovering out there some place on our vaunted inter-web source of all things knowable. Too many choices to make it an easy thing. Something that calls for contemplation on your own. A winnowing of the trite, and a trip to an entity operating within truth.

Two red hawks come barreling down the slope about three-four feet off the ground, maybe a five foot wingspan, the tips twitching for trim. This same pair have taken runs at my chickens. Maybe twenty feet separate them. They flare out into the canyon floor, breaking left and right, settling into two trees perhaps 150 yards apart. The waiting. The watching. A sudden dramatic move, and then the wait. They could have been two A-10 Warthogs piloted by likely lads from Kansas, bouncing enemies in someone else's land, but there could be no waiting in that case. Appear, destroy, vanish. We hate to wait when we kill for grins nowadays, in these wars, hunting monsters abroad.

So I wait, not for enlightenment. Too blind for that. I wait because the world waits, probably to see when our annoying asses finally nuke ourselves out of the equation. I can see life emerging as it always has, by random. The chaos of nature. There is no plan but chance to the nonsentient, and the mother mouse whose child is devoured by a hawk doesn't light a candle to a saint. Life goes on and will, with you or without you. So why worry?

How free it must be as a mouse on a hillside, no clue that a hawk will ever devour you. We can't do that. We all know we're done for, and we fear the knowing and spin hopes. It can't have been all for nothing, but available evidence says it most likely was. Whether or not you recycled or loved the less fortunate. Despite your concern and humanity, they only value your gold fillings.

So the fence is up: four strands of barbed wire with stiffeners, corner timbers in concrete and strung with T-posts, tuned up tight with a 4x4, a Mexican and a White Boy. Took a week of work in wind gusting around 40, same as the temperature. The barbs glitter in the sun and the deer are already leaving patches of winter fur on it. According to lore, my neighbors will become good.



(c) 2018 The Checkered Demon

Monday, May 21, 2018

Pugilists with Pencils - Crackpot Podcast Ep 35

For episode 35 of the Crackpot Podcast, we bring you a discussion on boxing, shanking with pencils, prison fights, and the barbershop with special guest John Paul Barber, who also provides some thought provoking quotes from noted intellectual Floyd Mayweather and cultural observations by Tyson Fury, you'll want to listen to the end.  This episode also includes a bit more profanity than usual, in case you are into that.

The Crackpot Podcast features battle scribe James LaFond (see the comments) and sleep deprived motherslave Lynn Lockhart, who has a noticed an alarming commonality among her online friends (stabbing others with pencils).

Boxing books by James LaFond:

The Broken Dance
Being a Bad Man in a Worse World
The Punishing Art
American Fist
The Greatest Boxer


Audio:




YouTube:




0:00:35  Introducing John Paul Barber
0:01:50  Rockhold v Romero fight
0:06:30  Gervonta Davis
0:07:30  Boxing overseas and in the US
0:11:40  Mayweather and Mexican boxing fans
0:12:15  Nicknames in boxing
0:14:25  Any boxing in prison?
0:16:40  What is this game, smear the queer?
0:19:40  Historical boxing rules, unlimited rounds, bare knuckle, LPR
0:23:55  American Indians in prison (link on Lumbees)
0:32:00  How did James and John Paul get interested in boxing?
0:39:47  JPB remembers fights he was in
0:49:50  The time JPB was robbed at knife point
0:53:05  The mudshark is the entry point for black on white crime, including pizza delivery
0:56:40  JPB is a good boy now, he don't do nuffin, unless you panhandle at the barbershop
0:58:42  James vs a panhandler, with an assist from a Frazetta babe
1:02:08  What is it like to be a barber?
1:10:55  How is prison like college?
1:13:15  Notable quotes from boxers, read by JPB in his inimitable Appalachian inflection



(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Saturday, May 19, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 25

Hey, look, it's weekend links!


Biker stories continue, with an unforgettable encounter in the hospital.  Don't miss James' appearance with the Myth of the 20th Century on Hell's Angels.  Lumbee bikers liked to play pool and shoot pool. When your big brother ruins your dating life.  When your dating life ruins your life.  Why bikers are pack animals.  Here is a funny one with a happy ending.  How cops dealwith bikers.

No one said being an ass-kicking surgeon was going to be easy, or cheap.

A perspective on Russian military capabilities by Jeremy Bentham.

All television is filth.

Jacob comments on Crackpot Ep 34 and James responds, on the perils of reading translated texts.

The Ghetto Grocer traces the evolution and future of retail food.

Advice for older brothers.

I wasn't going to link this but it got a bunch of comments.

There is a line from white slavery in Plantation America and the cultural devaluation of the white working class in the present day.

How to train with a meat hook for home defense.

A man seeks training for his urban commute, for fun, survival and profit!

Big Ron is always on an adventure.


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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Thursday, May 17, 2018

'This Bad Mofo'

Captain John Smith
The Inspiration for Solomon Kane and Conan?


This bad mofo, Captain John Smith, who is just a footnote in history, mentioned in passing in a Peggy Lee song, could have been the real-life Mattias Tannhauser.

Robert E. Howard could have mined this guy’s biography for additional story material, but he would have had to tone it down, because nobody would believe it.

Shep

The Deeds of Captain John Smith


Thank you, Shep. I have read Smith’s own account of his adventures. There were others as active in mercenary warfare as he was at the time. However, he engaged in wider ranging adventures than most, due, it seems, to his high intelligence and willingness to risk his life at sea. Smith comes off as a definite prototype of a Conan character in terms of breadth. What is really telling is how politically alike Howard’s fantasy world of the Hyborean Age is to early 17th Century Europe, which ironically was the period in which the adventures of Solomon Kane were set.

Below we can match points in Smith’s career to Howard’s two most storied characters.

Mercenary:  Conan
Pirate:  Conan
Mercenary Captain:  Conan
Champion:  Conan
Crusader:  Kane
Sold into Turkish Slavery:  Kane
Escaped from Slavery:  Kane
Secret Agent:  neither
Marooned on a Savage Shore:  Kane & Conan
Explorer:  Kane & Conan
Wilderness Fighter:  Conan
Savior of a Fort between Forest and Sea:  Conan
Captured by Savages:  Kane
Abstained from Sex in a Savage Paradise:  Kane
Saved by a Savage Princess:  Kane

Conan 8
Kane 8

Two larger than life characters could have been built from Smith’s known activities. His one activity which was unknown until recent years was his duty as secret agent, which Howard could not have known and was the only aspect not used in one or both of these larger than life heroes.

Note that Black Vulmea was essentially an updated Conan.

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Monday, May 14, 2018

‘To Die’

James LaFond's Impressions of Two Men by Robert E. Howard
Reading from A Word from the Outer Dark, pages 68-70


In twelve four-line verses Howard renders a sketch dialogue in poetics between two men viewing the conduct of Jesus Christ as he hauls his cross to the appointed place. The men discuss the possibility of achieving his relief, his guilt or innocence and his relevance. This treatment seems to be based on Ben-Hur, a story Howard was familiar with, having promoted a biblical scholar’s discussion of the novel in what—if I recall correctly from the peek I had of his letters—might have been his 18th year.

Two Men achieves peaks of vision, valleys of ignorance and plateaus of despair as the two poetically embodied opposites of the soul and the body, of hero and slave discuss the fate of a man neither admits to understanding.

For an idea of the poetic rhythm verse one is quoted below:

Two men stood in the gates of day,
And one man said with kindling eye,
'The red drums rattle, the banners sway;
They are bearing the Lord Christ forth to die!'

To appreciate the materialistic view of the man lacking the “kindling eye,” of the view that predominates in our age as well as Howard’s dusted past, below are quoted the first lines of verse seven:

He might have done good, this dreamy man,
Had He chosen to go where the leaders go,
But he sat with beggar and publican,
And—He must be wrong, for the priests say so.

This pustule of a soul declares in further verses his willingness to lick the “boots” of the “Law,” to crawl and debase himself in whatever way necessary to obey the master class so that he might have cozy housing and costly suits. He continues extolling the men above as godly and reminding the aspirant of dreams wondering next to him that, “Greater than God is Opinion” making in Howard’s hand the point of the ages he so often leaves to villains to illustrate, that most men will ever worship the things of the world, that Man’s sacred creed of actuality and deed are in fact the petty laws of man and only but rarely do men look further than their bellies and roofs to recognize God’s hand.

This reader is convinced that the essence of the character Solomon Kane, the psychotic, Puritanical avenger who stalked Howard’s imaginary world of A.D. 1600 in relentless pursuit of evil, was either born, ruminated on or reflected in these twelve verses, which ends brightly in addendum for a poet so dim.

(c) 2018 James LaFond

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 24

Here are your weekend links!

James joined the Myth of the 20th Century to talk about Hell's Angels.  Big Ron shares his experience with bikers.  James reviews Hunter Thompson's Hell's Angels, and tells of an encounter with a group of Hell's Angels in a bar, and profiles the better sort of man associated with MCs.

James should start a dating service.

Fueling your fight, anger and fear.

Teutonic Fist responds to Ep 33 of the Crackpot Podcast.

Encouragement to writers looking to self publish.

The Baltimore restaurant scene is shrinking, look for an upcoming Crackpot Podcast with Nero the Pict on the topic.

Table manners of the Huron Indians, oh dear, and use of dogs by other Native Americans.

Mathematics will not survive the apocalypse.

The Checkered Demon spins a tale.

Dating advice from Dr. Bonecracker.

Clued is seeking, and I can tell from the comments he is looking in the right place.

A mostly unfunny night of comedy in the surreal city.

Erique is the whitest guy in the Baltimore area LaFondiverse, the proof is that he has cop calling privilege.

Learn about the sacred objects in the dindu rites.


Buy James' books through Amazonpdf books through his main website, become a Patron, or donate straight to the man through Paypal, because you love James and his work.

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

'Published 5,000 Years Too Late'

James LaFond's impression of Greg Cochran's review of David Reich's Who We Are and How We Got Here


Not sure what your thoughts on Greg Cochran are but I thought you should see this post if you hadn't already.

Nothing particularly new here, but it's a great synthesis of a picture of that early Bronze Age expansion that's become impossible to deny now that some genetic results are in. Seemed up your alley.

-Alex Nicholson


The Besieged River Valley 


Cochran develops a clear, well-modeled picture of the three strands of humanity that became European man. What is most fascinating is his sketch of river valley farming communities surrounded by forested lands inhabited by an enemy race of hunter, seemingly responsible for the fort slaughters that Keeley examined in War Before Civilization:

From Cochran's post:

The original expansion of these Anatolian-origin farmers did not entail much mixing with the local hunter-gatherers: they were about 90% Anatolian. And there was friction, judging from skull-collections and forts, some of which show evidence of being stormed and burned by bow-wielding enemies. But significant numbers of hunter-gatherers hung around (without much genetic mixing) for a long time, a couple of thousand years, and this eventually led to a higher level of hunter-gatherer ancestry. This may have something to do with a style of farming that only worked in a fairly small fraction of the landscape (loess soils), leaving a lot of room for foragers. Farming in general was less effective than you might think, particularly in northern Europe, because the more cold-tolerant grain crops, like rye and oats, hadn’t been domesticated yet.

This suggests a situation very similar to that found in post agriculture stone age America, in which hunting tribes would prey upon agricultural tribes in a skulking fashion, evidencing little interbreeding and punctuated by exterminations of entire communities. What awaited this brutal coexistence of two competing worlds was the arrival of a third group of warlike nomads who might enslave the farmers and use that surplus base to free them for war against the aboriginal hunters. This would later be reflected in ancient and medieval military structures, with The Horse Companions of Macedon reflecting the nomadic element, the Foot Companions the farming element and the Agrianian and other specialized light footmen the hunting element. This would later be reflected in the medieval knight, the peasant levy and the various highland and woodland troop types combined in a three-element force, exemplified in the Hundred Years War by the knights, yeoman archers and Welsh knife men that ravaged France under various English kings. In most such cases the specialized highland and woodland infantry would not be genetically direct descendants of the original hunters and gatherers but rather environmentally adapted men such as Otzi, the Ice Man, having encroached upon the aboriginal territory and adopted native weaponry, tactics and habitation styles, much as the American frontiersman did in Appalachia and beyond.

The Conquerors


It seems that the hierarchical structures of European religion, society and military were forced introductions from an Aryan population—a race that spread its language and culture with the force to establish a genetic mapping mechanism for linguists before DNA technology, from Ireland to Bengal—and that there were language and genetic affinities between Amerindians and Caucasians sourcing from a “ghost population” of Siberian hunters. This supposition does make sense in light of the high level of affinity and intermarriage between these two larger racial groups when they collided in the Early Modern Era.

As it turns out, Childe, in The Aryans [from 1926], was right to be contemptuous of archaeologists and anthropologists and that linguistic migration is a much better means of charting genetic migration than digging in the dirt.

Cochran is, refreshingly, a standout asshole, exemplified by such painfully accurate statements as:
Childe is also an interesting example: a man of the Left, in fact a deep-fried Marxist, yet he was able to actually think in a useful way. Back then, leftists dreamt of making steel and shooting kulaks, rather than lavishing praise on incompetents, deviants, and ragheads.
The 93% population replacement of dark-haired aboriginal folk in the British Isles is shockingly reminiscent of Robert E. Howard’s mythos, from Kull to Bran Mak Morn, king of a people on the brink of extinction. In the end, what we learn from Cochran, with a deep and broad command of the sources which academia has used to enslave our minds, is that Homer and Howard, a poet and a fantasist, were right, and our evil academics were sterilely wrong. Language is the sound of the river of human blood, as telling to the awakened mind as the song of a brook, stream or river making its way from the heights of its birth down to the sea to rejoin its origin.


(c) 2018 James LaFond

Monday, May 7, 2018

Single Combat - Crackpot Podcast - Ep 34

James and Lynn discuss historical examples of the hero in single combat through history.

The Crackpot Podcast features unsanctioned historian James LaFond and sleep deprived motherslave Lynn Lockhart.


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0:00:40  James' process for writing about Evola and other complex writings
0:08:49  The Civil War as the first industrial war
See Wyman Park Dell video project
0:13:27  The scale of available weaponry vs. the scale of actual warfare
0:16:40  Single combat, James gives some kind of sex metaphor
0:19:30  The selection of the champions, Hector and Achilles, Spartacus
0:25:40  Milo of Croton, gunpowder, Gustavus Adolphus
0:28:40  Horatio Nelson
0:31:12  Roger's Rangers
0:32:15  Nathan Bedford Forrest, the last Aryan hero
0:33:36  The Machine, Rommel, Patton
0:34:33  Liver Eating Johnson, Big Ron
0:40:35  Richard Marcinko, Carlos Hathcock
0:45:40  House to House, David Bellavia
0:48:08  Shooter with Mark Wahlberg
0:48:49  Back to Nathan Bedford Forrest
0:58:35  Two books to read to help you understand current conflicts
1:05:28  Sickness of the Heart (Q&A part 1 and part 2) and Our Captain, Sunset Saga, Organa
1:12:10  Unpredictability as a personality trait






Preshow notes
James, reading your Evola piece just now caused a brain wave. You have discussed the Civil War as a turning point in warfare, the first industrial war, where man power and materiel defeated superior fighters and strategists.

There have been a lot of wars since then, and not all have followed that model (I am thinking about Vietnam). Today, war seems to be a perpetual ebb and flow of overt hostility between groups, military industrial complex interests, and, most infuriatingly and importantly, opaque and covert conflicts serving as proxy wars between international "deep state" agents, here I am thinking about Syria and ISIS.

All this takes place while world powers have enough nukes to glass the planet several times over and all sorts of other technologies, and no great shortage of recruits either.

What I really want to talk about is single combat. All I know of this is what I have read in stories, not histories. Have battles or wars really been decided by single combat? Can you explain to listeners what it means? Is it a degeneration of the concept of the hero king?


Examples off the top of my head:
David and Goliath
C.S. Lewis wrote one into the Chronicles of Narnia
Ouroboros Gorice XI and Goldry
Do you think we can do an hour on this?

Production & Grand Strategy Rome & WWII [nation]
Strategy: [army] civil war
Operational: [corp]
Tactics: [division down to team]
Morale; is the substrata and depends on individual energy, cite the Marshall Study

The Line:
Promocus of Pellene
Milo of Croton
Spartacus

The Machine:
Horatio Nelson & Black Bart
Nathan Bedford Forest

The Old Way:
Liver-Eating Johnson
Homeric
Carlos Hathcock on the rice patty and the sniper

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 23

Welcome to Weekend LaFond Links!


Dr. A. Crank demonstrates the dangers of mixing mathematics and alcohol.

Advice for the vigilant pedestrian on assessing and responding to a potential aggressor following you.

Justice was served at least once in Baltimore, and Mr. Mohammed is back!

The Crime Surfer left the house unarmed, but don't worry, he's good at improvisation.

Humor in the face of slavery.

Boxing strategies in the London Prize Ring era.

The truth about slavery in America will not be denied.

Don't hold the door for a second wave feminist.

Evola and the worship of the sacred human.

Advice for a father of a young son.  Don't forget that all these activities also work to bond you together, and will create in his psyche a permanent impression of his strong and loving father, encouraging him and expecting and seeing the best in him.

Maori gangs retaking New Zealand and notes from PR on how to subvert the anti-paleface social order.

The Sotweed Factor, revealing Plantation America in rhyming verse.

The Crimesurfer takes a walk in the park.


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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Friday, May 4, 2018

Strangled Stones

Surveying a Plantation Era Cemetery


Walking along the concrete tomb of the Dutch Village of New Utrecht, I look through the rusty wire fencing, ten feet tall yet unable to prevent clothes, trash and beer bottles from being slung into its precinct by the undermen who skulk about. Walking the three sides of the two-acre perimeter, bounded on the fourth by a modern church, it is difficult to envision this land before it was sheathed in concrete, asphalt and brick.



However, hope does spring infernal, as one notes the great oaks and some lesser tries having taken hold recently and of old.

This cemetery, in the bowels of Brooklyn, occupies the site of a church raised by the Dutch in 1700, a generation after their conquest by the English, on the site of the long gone village. This site was witness to the death of American General Nathaniel Woodhull on September 20, 1776. According to the historical plaque, this site is only of interest due to the British-American clash of arms nearby. The true origin of this resting place of the dead, like all things American, is shrouded in mystery, intentionally ignored, nothing in the record to evince a curiosity as to the settling of this place, the mention of New Utrecht made as if the Dutch had lived in this place since the beginning of time.

The 52 full and partial rows of gravestones suggest the interment of perhaps a thousand.

Fully a third are fallen or otherwise destroyed.



A number of monuments to leading men are apparent—all unread, for the gates are locked against the subhumans who perhaps toppled the 18-foot obelisk of some tons into the church wall, barely scraping it.

The church itself hosts three congregations: one black, one Chinese, one Hindi/Punjabi/Urdu.

The precinct stretches from the walls of the church where the great are interred, to a lonely bank, held together by the roots of a great tree, engulfing one tiny headstone, the size of a Bible, made of clean white rock, seemingly being dragged under by the roots swarming it like a sea monster a ship.



As I kick aside the dried dog shit at my boot toes and the bleak clouds of today roll in overhead, I look around to see people just as alien to those who planted this village of the dead as they were to those they took it from.

Perhaps the Chinese are right to speak of us as Ghost-people.

Although the Dutch of New Amsterdam who settled this site in 1652 owned whites, only the burials of unfree blacks are recorded today.

Consider though, that in 1680, in New York, Peter Sluyter and Jasper Danckaerts described a master making his dying white slave dig his own grave (see page 134).

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(c) 2018 James LaFond, photos by Mescaline Franklin

Monday, April 30, 2018

Materialism - Crackpot Ep 33 - The For-Profit Worship of Human Beings

James and Lynn discuss the for-profit worship of human beings, Protestant vs. Catholic Christianity and its descent into libertarian materialism.  What does materialism mean?  What are the alternatives?

The Crackpot Podcast features the gnostic shaman of violence James LaFond and middle aged housewife Lynn Lockhart.

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0:00:30  James' furnishings
0:05:00  Future podcast topics
0:06:07  Today's topic: Materialism
0:10:00  Shout to Jacob in Sweden, James admires Donald Trump and Native Americans, torture
0:15:50  A feared but admired enemy, Hernando de Soto
0:16:40  Did Evola believe that war was the ultimate transcendental act for the warrior?  Evola's types of warfare, spiritual balance vs casualty counts
0:20:30  Romans ruled the known world with 150k men
0:22:40  Examples from the ancient world, but first, a knife and rum interlude
0:24:04  Hadon of Ancient Opar
0:28:24  Gilgamesh and Enkidu, He
0:30:35  Early conceptions of afterlife
0:33:07  How does each generation discover the secrets of understanding?
0:38:16  Achilles and Agamemnon
0:40:42  Myceneaan Lion Gatway
0:43:42  Church refugee mills, birthrates and slavery, for-profit worship of human beings
0:50:20  Link Paranormies
0:51:00  Libertarianism and Protestantism
0:55:30  Do people with less connection with the physical world also have less connection with the spiritual world?  Jessica Jones review, stick training for security work
1:04:30  Politics vs. corporatism, letter from BC, Bart's amazing Taboo You Facebook Page
1:09:25  Individual actors are valuable to the collective
1:11:23  Very little bit of Trump talk, for Jacob from Sweden.  Donald Trump the outlaw president
1:13:00  Chuck and how to be against the news, E. Michael Jones, Harm City updates and closing words


Preshow notes:
I have been wanting to talk about this for a while, and your discussion with BC convinced me. This is for taping on Tuesday
What do you mean by materialism?
What is the opposite of materialism?
Did Evola believe that war (at the individual level) was the ultimate transcendental act?
How do religious rituals and sacrifices fit in with this?
What examples do we have from the ancient world that informed Evola's thesis?
How does a population which exists in a mostly abstract reality still become the most materialist in history?
How come people who have more connection to the material world have more appreciation for the transcendental or spiritual? Are these trends (less manual work and physical engagement and less spirituality) correlated or coincidental?
Do men need to achieve some mastery in the physical world to complement their intellectual development?
What about the ability to avoid fatherhood? The availability of birth control has been hell on the white birth rate much more than others in this country.
Our culture is so abstracted from the physical that people believe that chromosomes do not dictate gender, but that the whims of children can be followed to commit permanent physical and hormonal injuries to them.

remember to ask me of Hadon of Ancient Opar
Gilgamesh & Enkidu materialism facilitating escape from mortality
Achilles and Agamemnon deed over material
Stevens and the Panama Canal the children and pebbles of our will
Beowulf & Grendel, the heroic as time travel or planar interloping
Managerialism, bureaucracy

Saturday, April 28, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 22

Neanderbol is coming, and I will be making sure the authors don't slack.  You are in excellent company with this concept ("He might not like us.")

Violence Guy advises on the use of nunchakus.

James watches the SportsBall Channel so we don't have to.

The Ghetto Grocer explains the incentives in welfare reform.

The Violence Guy has a knack for finding interesting people, such as the hipster Batman.

They're under 18, they won't be doing any time!

Prison is a poor substitute for tribal methods of behavior management.

Boxing and self defense coaching for a young athlete.

Red pills, black pills and betrayal.

Slaves and servants in Plantation America.

I know the feeling when no one shares your nerdy obsessions.  I will be vindicated in the end, when all you knuckleheads realize how great spreadsheets are.  Seriously, cosmologists are just rebranded astrologers, hungry for attention and funds, Michelson and Morley they are not; mathematicians are adorable eccentrics that mostly keep to themselves.

Makes me wish my grandpa was still here.

Baltimore is not a good place to be an office girl, or anything else really.

An interesting wrestling question from an interesting fellow.

Slavery during the colonial period was complex, but complexity doesn't serve a political purpose.


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(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

State of the Bourbon Address

By the Checkered Demon


Northeast bound and down, rising from the swamp like some Japanese sea-thang, on up through Mississippi, North Alabama and Tennessee, then finally Kentucky. An old 30 year work pal at the wheel, and me as the passenger, since he trusts no one to drive like him. He may be right, for he's one of the worst I've ever seen. One of those who never has a wreck himself, but leaves plenty in his wake as he wanders obliviously back and forth across two lanes, rumble strip to rumble strip. I peek back in my mirror now and then, expecting to see burning vehicles behind us as he tailgates, fails to signal and constantly changes speed. He drives like he just chugged a quart of 115 proof Rye, and I'm forever amazed he doesn't ever get pulled over for a breath test in the giant new Toyota Land Cruiser. Perversely, I felt rather safe.

The perfect traveler never knows their destination, and hewing to that philosophy I didn't know a thing about Knob Creek Shooting Range, neither the precise location nor hours of operation. By the time we'd winkled it out of the river bottoms, the only guy there was sweeping up brass and told us to come back at 0800 tomorrow. No big deal really, since we had come for the whiskey on our annual State of the Bourbon Address. We cruised back to town and sat down in a Mexican beanery next to a table full of Bardstown PD detectives. They were 2-3 margaritas in, and therefore safe to be near. Rolled on back to the motel later and killed the bottle of Redemption Rye we'd been nursing since New Orleans, to dream of rattle-guns and short, controlled bursts.

The next morning found us weaving back over to the range, being passed by everything from muscle cars to busted pick-ups, blowing horns and giving the "No. 1" salute, glaring through Duck Dynasty beards. "People are so fucking rude these days", said Pat.

"It's all that TV," I opined.

The range was open and we entered the gun shop, confronted by three watchful dogs, a Finnish anti-tank rifle on skis and a Gatling gun. We gave each other the Groucho eyebrows and thought yes! Counting rifles, shotguns, pistols and zombie guns, there were probably 1,000 or more firearms on display; even a nifty little flame thrower. Big Boy Heaven. Hmmm, an idea for good old Baltimore's streets.

So I found someone and asked how one goes about renting and shooting a machine gun. Two weeks, August 12, when we hold our Gun Shoot & Military Gun Show.

I said, "Pat, we ain't shootin' no machine guns today. We're two weeks early."

"Then we're not shootin' this year then, I guess."

"Don't look like it."

Pat cruised around looking at guns, since he sold land in California recently and has been spending a bit more lately on the firearms front. I saw 37 or so things I couldn't live without and passed on it all, went outside, found a spot to sit and lit up a cigar.

I sat out in my windbreaker enjoying a new one from Nicaragua, listening to a distant brrrt, brrrt, punctuated with a chug-chug-chug, brrrt, brrrt; wishing I was there watching, trying to identify the guns from long shelved memories.

My day dreams were interrupted by "that's one fine smelling cigar, young man. What is it?"

"Erm, it's a Roberto Duran. My new favorite, a Nicaraguan. About $133 at JR Cigars."

"Well, it's the best I've smelt lately for sure."

I pulled out my 2 cigar travel case, extracted the remaining one and offered it.

"No, no, that would leave you dry. Fugeddaboutit,"

"I have most of a box back in the hotel. Feel free. Be my guest."

He accepted it, slicked it down, produced a tiny penknife for the cap and fired it up with a gold gas Dunhill. He lit up (properly), took a puff or two and tasted it. Took the smoke up his nose then exhaled in a long sigh. "Perfect! Very fine. Do you know the head of tobacco production in Cuba doesn't smoke?"

He produced a case and handed me a Cuban Robusto. "This one you have is superior, I'm thinking."

We sat and smoked awhile. New sounds drifted up from the lower range: bzzzt, bzzzt. "The boys have new toys, it sounds like. Were you in the military?"

"Air Force, loadmaster, 1608th out of Charleston, MATS."

"So, what's your name?" the stranger asked; I told him.

"Well, I'm [redacted], a retired three star, USAF. Nice to meet you, Airman. That was my command."

"I'm floored, General, not to mention honored."

"Don't you dare. We were all assholes back then. We'd forgotten war and had to relearn it," the General said.

"I did my hitch and forgot about it quick as I could. Haven't thought of it much since."

"That's because you never got nailed. You can't forget shit like that so easily."

"I guess so. The worst I ever saw was mortar rounds walking across a base in my direction, but not quite getting there. Sometimes they did, but not that time. So you were a lucky duck. Been a little closer and it would have stuck hard in your brain housing group. Yup. God loves me, I suppose."

We sat awhile, smoking.

"So, are you here to shoot?" he asked.

"I heard this place gives machinegun rides, and thought me and my bud might enjoy it. Turns out we're two weeks early. Maybe next year. We do a trip to Kentucky annually to check out the new bourbons.

"Go to the store and buy a range pass. Buy two boxes of 45ACP and four boxes of 9MM. I've got three nice growlers I want to shoot before I sell them at the next show."

"Yes sir!"

I went to the clerk to buy my range pass and bullets, and Pat, waiting on a call to his FFL to transfer the pistol he'd bought. "Why the range pass?"

"I met a general, and he's taking me shooting."

"Bullshit!"

"No shit."

"I want to meet him."

"Do it."

Pat scurried out back, and we found General X loading rounds and guns into a golf cart.

"I'm the Checkered Demon's bud, and I'd like to tag along, if you wouldn't mind?"

"Did you serve in the military?"

"Yes sir."

"What branch?"

"I was in the Army."

"You Army guys are lowlifes. You go buy a range pass. You can watch, but me and the airman will be shootin'. We're leaving now. Walk on down to the lower range and bring some ear muffs."

I shot the Reising, then the two Swedish Ks. Two magazines each.

"All right, Airman. I want to shoot these Ks a bit more, see that the magazines are kosher. Say goodbye, you know. You're relieved."

"Thank you General, and joy to your life."

"Fly straight, airman. And good luck."

Pat and I walked back up to the shop. "You cocksucker!"

"No, lucky sucker."

Pat went off muttering to finalize his deal. I sat in the car, grinning like a mule eating briars. God DOES love me I thought, and sometimes he shows it. Sometimes is good enough.

CD

PS from the Real Checkered Demon:

The Checkered Demon is a notorious liar. A lot is true, indeed most, but sad to say I never fired a shot. This should be called historical fiction.

(c) 2018 The Checkered Demon

Monday, April 23, 2018

Bullying - Crackpot Podcast Ep 32

James and Lynn discuss bullying in school and other contexts.  My kids were kind of wild the day we taped this!

The Crackpot Podcast features writer and extraterrestrial anthropologist James LaFond and sleep deprived motherslave Lynn Lockhart.

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0:00:30  Shout to Tony Cox, happy birthday to James, greetings to Big Ron
0:02:50  Topic is bullying, Fatherland Podcast
0:03:30  Does bullying have any social purpose, the story of Peanut
0:06:42  When the target can shut down the bullying
0:09:00  Is bullying inevitable among groups of children
0:10:08  The cruelty of children
0:14:50  The predatory psychology of political correctness
0:16:20  Toughness of the Spartans
0:17:00  Imperial Japanese troops
0:17:37  How much of bullying is due to school structures?
0:19:24  British Navy
0:23:08  Social hierarchy in a large group of children compared to hunter-gather tribe or small village
0:26:40  Emma in daycare
0:27:40  What can parents do to help kids avoid being a target?
0:30:30  The importance of personal autonomy
0:33:00  Maintaining a bond with your child through work, school, video games
0:39:47  What if your child is the aggressor?
0:42:30  Young people aren't forming families
0:46:46  Other types of bullying, children and technology
0:53:15  Hierarchies vs bullying, in the martial arts studio
1:01:35  Building alliances among men of different skills, abilities, temperaments, Sunset Saga

Preshow notes:
Does bullying serve a social purpose?
How is a healthy hierarchy established among children? (I think forcing large groups of children together is unnatural. They can form groups on their own if they wish. Freedom of association!)
How do these behaviors manifest in adults?
Is it inevitable in groups of children?
Do public school conditions exacerbate bullying?
What should parents do if their child faces intimidation, threats or violence?
What if your child is the aggressor?
Is cyber bullying real?

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 21

James joined Myth of the 20th Century to discuss Fight Club, it's a good one!

James appeared with Luke Ford on a livestream, or download the mp3.

Lukas McKane brings us SCIENCE!

The joys of public schooling in Baltimore.

The graphomaniac describes his career transition.  He left out the part where I call him once a week to torture him with tech support and spreadsheet talk.

More help for the nearly blind.

Portlandia indeed.

In case you wanted to know about James' friends' love life.

It's oligarchs vs. labor.  Oligarchs have never felt racial solidarity and they won't start any time soon.

Happy birthday, Jim Bowie!

The problem with democracy is false authority, the solution - end women's suffrage!

I guess these guys never got their sushi.

An enterprising fellow tries to sell a blade and lives to ride another day.

Travel Diary:  Baltimore's Violence Guy experiences culture shock.

I understand there are places in this country where the benefits of public school still outweigh the drawbacks.  Be grateful for now, and have a plan to pull your kids out of school.

The Checkered Demon delivers truth in his charming way.

Everyone is on drugs.

Europeans and Africans have coexisted in North America for nearly 500 years.  That is long enough to form a unique social and genetic structure.  There are ants that do something like this.  Give the Central Americans and Asians time!

I do think that James underestimates the gun culture in the US but we must heed his words.

Self defense queries from young ladies are always welcome!

MMA analysis: Rockhold v. Romero.

A Man Question on tribalism and civilization from Sven in Sweden.

James watches TV so you don't have to.

It's hard out there in the crackhead economy, and for innocent teenagers looking for a ride.

Tony Cox had a lovely morning.

Buy James' books through Amazonpdf books through his main website, become a Patron, or donate straight to the man through Paypal, because you love James and his work.

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Lapowinsa and Tishcohan

Two Delaware Chiefs with Undressed Hair Painted by Gustavus Hesselius

Lapowinsa by Gustavus Hesselius
Courtesy of the Atwater Kent Museum of Philadelphia

Tishcohan by Gustavus Hesselius
Courtesy of the Atwater Kent Museum of Philadelphia


Examining the paintings of the two Delaware Chieftains provided and discussed here, Lapowinsa looks part Irish and mostly Amerindian and Tishcohan looks to be all or mostly Irish. As for skin tone, these men merely have a tan, and proof that Hesselius worked as a realist can be seen by viewing his monstrous self-portrait further down the page. The fact that these chiefs have uncropped and undressed hair is strange, unless one considers that they were treaty chiefs, not war chiefs and that the hair style depicted is that of young English colonists not yet wearing a wig do to male pattern baldness, which did not much afflict natives. The shoulder-length hair tied at the nape was the English and Dutch style at this time in North America.

The dressed and cropped hair of Eastern Woodland Indians warriors served as a ready-made war trophy, marking these tribes as far more violent than the Western tribes of the long hair beyond the Mississippi.

Why did they adopt this contemporary Euro-American hairstyle?

Was it due to their participation in the peace treaty?

Had they renounced war and devoted themselves to peace?

Was it at the request of the painter or of the patron, Mister Penn?

Was it an attempt to assimilate with the German Quakers and their Gaelic slaves?

In any case, the wearing of cloth rather than skins marks these men as partially assimilated just as their pipe and pouches mark them as still holding to their ancient traditions. Tishcohan looks almost exactly like a coworker of mine from two decades ago named Jimmy Ritz, down to the tan. It is of further interest that the younger Tishcohan shows predominantly Caucasian parentage in his features while the elder chief is obviously at least half native, with darker skin, though light compared to Western Indians.

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(c) 2018 James LaFond

Monday, April 16, 2018

Women's Suffering and Suffrage - Crackpot Podcast Ep 31

James and Lynn discuss the condition of women through history, from stone age societies, to the ancients and to the current day, GDP uber alles.

The Crackpot Podcast features James LaFond, a legendary expert on frails, and Lynn Lockhart, reportedly a human female.

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0:02:40  Today's topic, the history of the feminine condition
0:04:00  White Devil, kidnapping
0:10:34  Male to female ratios
0:13:05  The woman as a beast of burden, Rwanda Rousey
0:15:00  Equality and overlapping roles removes autonomy from women; child rearing, agrigulture
0:20:40  Runaways from civilaztion
0:22:30  Magellan's crew trying to go native, native women's strategies
0:26:48  Other stone age cultures, Neanderthals
0:32:04  Bantu expansion & Capoid people
0:38:10  Women in Islamic societies, A Dread Grace
0:42:52  Nathan Bedford Forrest
0:45:15  Why are women leaders more belligerent?
0:55:51  Slavery myth, gaining favor from queens
1:00:40  Cruelty and power
1:04:36  Women and GDP
1:09:47  Washing machines
1:12:35  End women's suffrage!
1:15:40  Family as hostages and debt as bondage

(c) 2018 Lynn Lockhart

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 20

Look for James to appear tomorrow at 9am Pacific with Luke Ford and Dennis Dale.

More ranking fun, History's Top Hero Kings.

In case you want to know about the Khan's love life.

Police tactics in New Orleans.

James advises the functionally blind on training techniques.

History like the story of Georgia's Revolutionary War battalions make a lot more sense when you know the suppressed context.

Evola's warrior archetype requires a man of action and of faith.

Your woman needs to train with and carry a blade.

How to walk like a suburban crime surfer.

Worthiness was once measured by deeds, now by a slave's ability to accumulate goods.

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