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