Monday, July 29, 2019

Crime, Rats and Hoodrodents


What a week for the greatest diarist of our time, James LaFond, to be absent from the internet and from the place of his birth!  Baltimore and it's illustrious political representatives have come under vicious attack by the King of New York, who types his verbal missiles into twitter dot com from the unjustly occupied throne in the fetid swamps at the foot of the Potomac.

Here are some of the calumnies carelessly flung by the President:





What's that you say, Donald J. Trump?  Baltimore is dangerous?  Rat AND rodent infested?  Let us turn to the only journalist who honestly covering Baltimore, James T. LaFond.

Dear James, is Baltimore rat infested?

Rats thrive were there are dirt basements. They feast on the trash in the alley—and even on the dog shit that is deposited there. What really enables rats is litter, the fact that most people throw their garbage on the ground. Really, that redneck in Essex you see throwing the wrapper from his cigarettes out the window is demonstrating what keeps rats going, our primate penchant for messy disposal of our waste.
Dear James, is Baltimore dangerous?
Pound-Per-Pound Title
As in most contact sports, the top finishers are in the lighter weights:
#1: Saint Louis Lips with 205 of 300,000 killed
#2: District Heights Maryland Mudsharks with 4 of 6,000 killed
#3: Harm City Hoodrats, with 342 of a disputed 600,000 killed [the goboment says around 617k while vacancy rates argue for 597k]
Finally, as Editor in Chief of Crackpot Books and CFO and COO of Crackpot Industries, allow me to link you to my favorite piece of 2017 and one of the top ten on jameslafond.com:

An Eerie Glimpse of The New Police State
The kid then points at the man with the backpack, surrounded by freaks, whores, sluts drunks and cops, while a dozen cops supervise the clean-up of a fender bender in front of the Hustler Club, two cops in tactical uniforms with DETECTIVE emblazoned in yellow across their jackets escort dancers to the parking garage, two more tactical detectives walk along with the three stellar hos and another tactical cop with DETECTIVE stamped on his chest shadow boxes out of pure boredom in the Fast Park lot, and says, "Y’all gotz ta be fuckin’ shitting me! There five-o everywhere!”
This is really a small sample of the journals that Professor LaFond has compiled on the subject.  You can check the Harm City tab, and the bookstore (click the picture) below for more:



(c) 2019 James LaFond

Friday, July 26, 2019

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 82

Your weekend links!  James is going to be offline for over a week, so enjoy these!


Here are some new training videos, courtesy of a good friend's YT channel.  The art of combat must be preserved, one man at a time.

James will help you spot the decline of your luxury suburb months before the neighbors!

I think PA is being generous giving him 110.

How the bankers are stealing your masculinity.

Dear Boxing Coach: When to use a low lead.

A speculative discussion on the origin of circumcision.

I have no doubt AOC has an itchy trigger finger.

It's not that I have a great sympathy for cops, ok, I have some, a couple friends... it's the complete rupture of social norms that shocks me, and yes, it scares me.

This piece discusses the loss of technology - specifically, the techniques for bare knuckle boxing, even in the presence of gloved boxing - alongside the proliferation of writing, and we are losing technology in all fields, very quickly.

The common family experience in the Plantation Era was one of widowhood, step-siblings, domestic violence and being orphaned.

This is the grocery content you come here for.

When your favorite writer reads great books:  Phillip K. Dick, Gene Wolfe, Melville, Virgil.

(c) 2019 Lynn Lockhart

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

‘Silence Drank the Voices’

James LaFond's Impressions of From What Hell Have You Crawled, Chapter 4 of Robert E. Howard’s Hour of the Dragon


Gianni’s illustration of Conan forced down by four hyper-masculine slaves as he is weighted with chains before his ancient-countenanced master, is a starkly powerful piece.

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Conan suffers the fate of some million of historical European souls, being held as a slave by a Semitic master who makes cruel demands of him as he is manhandled by the Semite’s brutal ebony servants, in this case four giants. Conan’s captor, Xaltotun is an awesome figure of nightmare and piercing mesmerism, with even “a weird nimbus” plying about his head, with an aspect of ellusiveness giving the captive the impression that the fiend of dignity had stalked forth from some vile dream.

Conan, matter-of-factly growls, “I sensed a brain behind this,” to which Xaltotun extends the oft offered pact that assailed the conscience of captured European mariners who found themselves enchained in North Africa and the Middle East, the limited freedom to betray their own kind and war against their native land. Conan, of course vehemently declines to turn traitor against his adopted subjects while the sorcerer, suffused in “an alien aura of Time and Space,” seeks to tame the savage, by confessing that warrior arts were no called for, as the unleashing of his arcane powers of manipulation set unguessed forces in motion that even he might not be able to check.

At last the interview ends with one of the best lines spoken by a fantasy villain:

“I am wearied of conversation with you; it is less fatiguing to destroy a walled city than it is to frame my thoughts in words a brainless barbarian can understand.”

Conan is then taken into the dungeons by the negro slaves, “like the descent into hell of a corpse borne by dusky demons.”

Then, taken to a grim cell inhabited by bones which had been split to get at the marrow, Conan is insulted by his black handlers, a race of people bestowed with much agency by Howard in his various fictions, as the leader of the slaves taunts the barbarian, “This your place now, white dog-king!”

This permits Howard to play out his deepest trope that the races of dark barbarians are the devolved remnants of civilized folk whereas the “white” barbarians of northern Europe are a pure, untainted form of savage.

Gianni’s illustration of Conan being dragged down a dark stair by four brutes barely able to contain his savage wrath does justice to Howard’s description of the fallen kind as reverting to near-animal form in crisis. 
12 best Illustration | Gary Gianni images on Pinterest | Conan, Barbarian and Fantasy art      

(c) 2019 James LaFond

Saturday, July 20, 2019

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 81

Weekend links!


These are the stories we are not permitted to tell, believe or act upon

Fighters have been forging their own identities for thousands of years.  Of fighters, poets and long memories.

The Epstein arrest has been a real men-from-boys event on the right.

Katrina's mom is playing with fire.

I asked for a cheerful prediction because James's dreary predictions tend to come true.  What I got is not exactly within the realm of possibility, for one thing, AOC can't even call herself Nuyorican with that flat ass.

James and I will be discussing the demise of the neighborhood supermarket on a future episode.

Reading about James reading other books really works out for me:  Moby Dick, Phillip K. Dick, Gene Wolfe.

The simplest features of civilization, which we have all taken for granted, are slowly being withdrawn.


(c) 2019 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

This is America - Crackpot Podcast 58

Hello friends!  I am so happy to be podcasting more regularly these days.  James and I had a video link during the call for the first time in months, so the energy is high!

The Crackpot Podcast features James LaFond, the foremost prophet of our time, and Lynn Lockhart, a housewife without enough facebook friends to sell hair care products online.

We have just added a BitChute Channel and will be posting all new episodes there, eventually adding back episodes as well.


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0:04:00  Eye patch
0:07:50  Newspaper headlines
0:25:50  Myth of the 20th Century, James O'Keefe
0:30:50  Peanut butter interlude, Emma
0:33:20  Salt Lake City crime wave, segregation
0:42:40  Portland, antifa
0:50:00  The State hates you
0:58:30  How to place yourself in the hierarchy, the State hates you, again
1:12:50  When James hid in the freezer

(c) 2019 Lynn Lockhart

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 80

Weekend links for you!!!



A Harm City update, from a POC (Policeman of Color)???  James still the best local reporter in the game.

James hits on exactly what struck me about this video.  It's not entirely unlike managing small children, when they fail to obey simple commands relating to their own safety, but if I were yelling like that, I would know that I was emotionally tapped and switch gears, take a walk, put on a book on tape, try something, anything different. 

Did she even try putting it into reverse?

The muse of Greek poetry has really gotten hold of James.

America does have a mythology, and James LaFond is worthy heir to Howard, building up our mythology and filling in the gaps of our history and far into the deeper ancient past.

Thanks to a new friend for this very kind review!

ZOG, ZOG, Potato, Potato.

Perhaps one of ZOG's greatest accomplishments has been convincing people that debt is good.

I wish I had good advice to give single people but women and men should both realize that life for women is best among men of the right.

I look forward to speaking with Lloyd, there is surely much to learn from his experience in South Africa, the Middle East and Europe, many things he can say that we oughtn't.

Another interesting book review from Big Tony's library.

Shadow & Claw continues... This post provides some context within the larger series.

Monday, July 8, 2019

Boxing Catholics

Final Thoughts Regarding Sam vs the Council of Trent, Part 1Part 2Part 3, Part 4


I found primary sources reference to Constantine enjoying the view of a boxing match in my initial reading for The Broken Dance back in 1998. The early Church had worldly and ascetic aspects and there was a real dilemma in the separation from institutional paganism which had many specific masculine rites as part of the faithful religious man’s life journey. On one hand the Church had the warrior kings like Constantine, who wanted to see old-fashioned boxing matches with only leather hand-straps, without the gauntlet, and on the other the intellectuals, who were, well, not real men by most measures of manhood across the span of our race.

The Church also inherited the civic burden of the empire as available manpower shortages called for internal masculine rituals like sports to be replaced by external adventurism among the small landholding class, with equestrian sports overtaking combat sports as a method for preparing for the new kind of horse warfare initiated by the introduction of the stirrup. At the very same time Church leaders are persecuting combat athletes—primarily via the closing of sacred venues and training centers—so there was no surprise that the tradition of the duel, recounted from the days of the Iliad and the Old Testament, the practice of lethal settlements of honor, came to replace the Hellenic ideal of civic, sub-lethal combat rites for building honor among men. So, the Church, having thrown the Homeric in-group combat ideals of wrestling and boxing out with the pagan bathwater, was then stuck with the Germanic disagreement to the death we now know as the duel.

The Church would eventually overtake the dueling brought in with horse warfare and the reduction of pagan honor cults, with some Church fathers trying in spots to resurrect the tradition of ancient boxing to limit the plague of dueling. A Father Bartholomew in the early to mid-1200s in northern Italy [Lombardi or Venice] encourage boxing of the kind in the Iliad as a way of extinguishing the lethal duel among citizens. So, all along there is a masculine counter-current within the church, up until at least the early 1900s, which has finally given way. In 1727, a fighter of this northern Italian boxing tradition, Tito de Carini, came to London to try his fists on the prize stage and was beaten by one of James Figg’s sparring partners. Tito was, no doubt, a Catholic.

We must understand, as we see classical pagan athletics, in the form of boxing, resurrected by Catholics and Anglicans alike to help suppress dueling, that come the late 1800s, when our secular world finally took form, that the forces of Christian Civilization, which was beginning to teeter under its own weight, had still not entirely eradicated the Universal Heathen Duel of Honor, and that classic pagan athletics were making a mighty strong come back with gloved boxing in 1892 and the first modern Olympiad in 1908, I think. The only part of classic civic paganism that outlasted Christian Civilization was prizefighting, resurrected on the very deathbed of its oppressor and that the last lethal duel was fought after Christian Civilization died in 1919. I think that Christian Resurrectionists people trying to bring back the high point of our grandfather’s recently deceased civilization, would be best served not to pursue the eradication of those two human pageants that outlasted Christianity as the primary civic force in civilizing men, boxing and the duel.

(c) 2019 James LaFond

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Lockhart's Top LaFonds Volume 79

So much good stuff this week, thank you James!



I love the peek into a writer's mind I get from reading James's impressions of Wolfe.  I love this peek into a meeting of warriors.

There is a rich history of Europeans interacting with Native Americans, learn about kidnappings and runaways.

What do you do and what do you believe?  Uncle Sam wants to know.

Will be discussing events in Portland on the podcast for sure, here is James blaming women's suffrage for a guy getting a crowbar to the head.  Likewise, we need to recognize, and talk about, the fact that the State hates you, it loves antifa and it loves melanated criminals.

The story of African slavery is primarily an Arab-Muslim story, however, they managed to destroy most of the evidence.

A letter to the Khan, and such a genteel response.  A letter from a lonesome man, a more pointed response.

Gene Wolfe predicted YouTube drag makeup artists.

Does this mean Kamala deserves to be President?

(c) 2019 Lynn Lockhart

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

An Unmade Bed

An Electrician Tells of his Trade and his Housekeeping


Okay, the top anchor is pulled away. That’s an electrician’s job. The brackets have pulled away from the top. They drill into the mortar instead of the brick because it’s easier and it gives way. I could go down into the city to those row houses and every other one would look like this. This is a dual line, you and your neighbor share this line and it’s perfectly safe right now. I used to fix these by myself all the time but this is a deck, and to use a ladder on a deck or to get onto a sub roof like that house five doors down, is considered hazardous and one man is not allowed to do it. It’s against the law for me to have you hold the ladder. You see the neutral? That’s the bare wire without the insulation. That is intact. If that goes you will get fluctuation and it will burn up your appliances inside the house. I’ll write this up as a non-emergency and you’ll get two guys out here in two or three days. They will knock on the door and try and make contact but if they don’t they’ll just go around and take care of it. They might put you out and you might have to reset your clocks.

Look, down the street. There are more of these. But this homeowner he’s anal—OCD like me. I was a lineman for eight years and a trouble shooter for thirty-two. I’ve got my forty in and I’m out next year. I was married to a woman for thirty years who took three baths a day. The only thing good that came out of that relationship was my thirty-seven-year-old daughter who has a doctorate in applied psychology. So I know what I am—I’m OCD. I have to make the bed. I cannot leave an unmade bed. I’ll be late for work and still have to make the bed. The bath and shower, clean it every day, every time I use it. The guys I work with they know this, so they move my pens around in the truck. They’ve taken dead mice and put them under the seat so that the heat will bring up the smell and get me cleaning the truck like a madman.

I work in a man’s world and that’s what men do. There are no women out here though I hear some are in training to be linemen. Some women have tried it but they never last on the streets. They think they can do it but they can’t. None of them can climb the poles. We use pole hooks. Those bars are for Verizon employees. I used to teach climbing. The women always quit. It’s a man’s job—for now. They’ find some way to downgrade it maybe so that women can do it.

Those are forty foot poles. Anything with a transformer on it has to be forty feet. You see those four bells on the cross piece. Each one of those wires carries seven-thousand-?-? volts into that transformer so that transformer is handling thirty-thousand volts and buffering it down to house power. Poles start at forty feet and go up five feet at a time until they break into ten feet jumps from seventy-five, to eighty-five to ninety-five. We have poles taller than seventy-five down in Elicot City. Places like Portland, Oregon might have a lot of taller poles. That pole there is a nice thick five-grade. There are eight grades. A one is a skinny little thing. An eight is something you can barely climb it’s so wide. You see how the vines find purchase in the hook marks left from us climbing the pole? Those poles go through hell. That forty-foot pole has six feet in the ground. The ninety-five foot pole has 12 feet in the ground.

I go out to Towson after this to a thirty-thousand-volt call. That’s an emergency. You see that transformer over there with the black casement and vents? That’s for cooling, venting the heat. You see that tight line, how everybody thinks the line should be, straight? That’s bad. Birds sit on these, winds whip them and that tight line is pulling on the old mortar in these brick walls. Yours has a nice belly in it. We’ll pull it up just a little. Everybody says we should put all these wires underground. You realize how much that costs—costs you and me? That’s why BG&E is selling this off—the distribution end. This is where the maintenance costs are, where the work is and underground maintenance is always the deepest work—it costs. We got bought by this outfit from Illinois. BG&E is holding onto the supply side. There is a big facility up in Northern Baltimore County where they just sent me to check on their candle. A candle looks like a light pole made of heavy gauge aluminum and this computer cranks this big breaker and they had no indication that the power arc occurred so they sent me to observe this five foot blue arc when they cranked that breaker.

I’ve got a year to go and I’m out. I have a coworker who has bladder problems, is pissing himself on the pole at sixty-eight and he’s still working his life away. For me, just being me is work. I’ve got to have everything cleaned, everything in the sink stainless steel, can’t abide an unmade bed. Knowing what I am is an advantage out here. Good luck to you.





(c) 2019 James LaFond

Monday, July 1, 2019

WAR is my God - Crackpot Podcast 057

Hello friends,  I hope you are ready for another episode of the Crackpot Podcast!  In this episode, we bring you misogyny, Civil War II, incredulity, laughter, but no tears (sorry, will try harder next time!).

The Crackpot Podcast features James LaFond, the most prolific living writer, and Lynn Lockhart, his stalker.

Many thanks to Citizen Noise Exchange for the new music.  Check out their soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/citizennoiseexchange

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0:02:00  KMG interview
0:03:00  The Greatest Ever Lie Sold, review from Charles Steiner
0:07:15  Boy used a machete
0:10:30  Katie McHugh
0:17:05  Role for women on the right, human nature on the left vs. the right
0:28:00  Gun thots, advice to women
0:35:10  Civil War II, Uncivil War Warning Shot
0:50:50  Civil War inside the government
1:01:45  South American blackout

(c) 2019 Lynn Lockhart