America’s Avoidable 2025 Doom Loop

Never in the history of our allegedly-free nation have we, as actual Americans, been subject to such egregious tyranny as today — and so seemingly indifferent.

Because we have discovered many things we thought were true, but have since been revealed and confirmed as true, in such a way as to re-label so-called “conspiracy theorists” as in fact prescient.

Yes, of course, there are amounts of pushback involved now, beginning with Trump 45 and on into Trump 47. In some venues and with some issues things appear to be turning around, in a positive pro-American bent, as they should have been all along.

But for a great deal of Americans, we are collectively discovering (though we should have intuited so, and massive shame on us when we all didn’t — with some of us actively and affirmatively choosing to ignore every sign) that the agencies, boards, governments, and institutions we thought were helping us — were in fact the entities responsible for our enslavement.

We became a nation of sheep, flogged, strapped, stepped on, throats bled just enough to not kill us or exsanguinate the complacent little hosts we needed to be. We bleated, we mouthed a few complaints, but we continued on our distracted, ignorant ways, entranced and enthralled by tech that means nothing, by social media that means nothing, by Kabuki Theater of the Absurd, by bread and circuses, by feints, by diversions, by pretty much everything except the truth.

We have it so good, we are so coddled, soothed, petted, stroked, chucked under the chin, that we have forgotten what is happening before our very eyes. We have become the lambs raised for, first, shearing.

We are being sheared of our wool, our defense from the weather, from the environs, from our ability to even defend ourselves. We are being sheared of our freedoms, our liberties, told one thing, witnessed those autocrats doing another, and thinking little of it. Because, as has been pounded into our little heads for multiple decades:

Let the government do the thinking for us. Let the elitists do the thinking for us. Let our betters do the thinking for us. We lack the capacity for clear thought, for reason, for a manifest understanding of our plight, and of our foreordained future. We are the proles, the serfs, the groundlings, the unwashed, the menials, the indentured servants, the lackeys, the helots, and we need to know our place. We must be reminded constantly of this.

And then raised for the slaughter. It’s no secret that the Georgia Guidestones, now turned into rubble, advocated a perfect Agenda 32 Globalist mindset, to include:

  • Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
  • Guide reproduction wisely – improving fitness and diversity.
  • Unite humanity with a living new language.
  • Rule passion – faith – tradition – and all things with tempered reason.
  • Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
  • Balance personal rights with social duties.

We have become one of the clearest, loudest beacons on the planet for those who wish to do us harm. “Come and take over,” the beacon is broadcasting, on every frequency.

I can tell you why many nations, many “minorities,” many ethnicities, many young war-age males want to come here.

They are from hardscrabble areas where only strength survives. They look at us, collectively, in media, in social media, and perceive us as weak, ripe for takeover. First in a small area, a neighborhood, an apartment complex.

Then they look at our “leaders,” as corrupt, risible, and bribable/extortable as they are. They see this on TV every day.

They know President Trump is tough, but he’s a passing fancy, and four years from now the US will be back to open borders, a bigger, greater welcoming for graft, open arms for even greater amounts of guilt and Globalism.

If they can just squeak it out, remain background, and if the world and the US hasn’t already come to civil war, their chances of overturning this weak nation are good. They know the courts, the bureaucracy, the political “leaders” will assist whenever possible. They historically have. They historically will.

They know Trump is an aberration. And they’re counting on us to, after a time, resort to infighting and then, amnesia. Followed by an immediate case of Historical Alzheimers.

Then sometimes they see what they believe is an opportunity. And what they believe is a confluence of conditions ripe for what they would consider a proverbial Perfect Storm.

That’s what’s occurring in Los Angeles, fanned by large Demorat, Leftist, and Globalist cash, all essentially sourcing from, naturally George Soros and his world-destroying buddies.

A series of wealthy someones decided it’s time to ignite Los Angeles, fan the flames, and then attach the Rahm Emanual axiom: “Never let a good crisis go to waste.”

This was no organic, natural, spontaneous reaction to ICE. On the street level it was, but that’s only because the illegal invaders are doing what they’re told, releasing some Mexican steam, destroying that which they will likely never be held responsible.

Because, on its face, it makes absolutely zero sense to demolish the country that you wish to call your “new home,” demand rights and entitlements no other country would ever remotely conjure, then not only complain that you haven’t been sufficiently catered-to, but riot due to umbrage you were told you must feel by those selfsame Demorats, Leftists, and Globalists.

“Hey, let’s go to another country, then try to take it over because we feel like it, and when we don’t get our immediate way, we’ll just trash it — and expect nothing to happen to us.”

That’s bad in and of itself. We’ll discuss further. And we expect, simply because it’s Kalifornia, for Governor Gavin Newsom and LA Mayor Karen Bass, and all the rest of the Demorat sycophants in Kalifornia, the rest of the Demorat sycophants in DC, to all chime in simultaneously and scream that stopping a contingent of illegal invaders from destroying an entire city — which, by the way, contains the second largest population of Mexicans on the planet, just behind Mexico City itself — is fascist and heinous and unconstitutional.

In a way, yeah, we expect that. It’s Kalifornia, it’s DC, they’re Demorats, they create nothing but destroy everything. With one exception.

They’ll go out of their way to create problems themselves — then jump in and offer “solutions” to that which they generated, that turn out to be even worse than the original problems, and cost untold billions of dollars to “fix.” Which, naturally, never get repaired. They just demand more dollars. Don’t ask where the money goes, you bastards.

Just like now. And that’s bad enough.

But when law enforcement gets involved, and sucks the cocks of those Demorats, Leftists, and Globalists — then they’re demanding to be placed into the same category as those who want to demolish cities. They’re essentially no better than the rioters themselves, hiding behind a badge, a uniform, and an oath that they spit on.

Here’s LAPD’s official June 7th press release, on official LAPD letterhead, which states:

Not to be outdone, here’s LASO’s similar official press release, on official LASO letterhead, which states:

Please note that the LA ICE “protests” began on Friday, June 6th. But both LAPD and LASO thought it so important that they issue these press releases on a Saturday.

Having been in law enforcement for 41+ years, this disgusts me. These so-called law enforcement “leaders,” spit on their own badges, dishonor their own oaths of office. They are pieces of Leftist shit.

Here is LAPD Chief James McDonnell.

Here is LASO Sheriff Robert Luna.

And here is a truly spontaneous response, from a line level officer, regarding LAPD Chief James McDonnell:

The Uniform Without a Spine
A Dispatch from the Frontlines of Gutless Governance and Gold-Braided Cowardice

Typically reticent at mincing words, I think I’ll now indulge a wee bit of commentary on LAPD’s Jim McDonnell — his vacuum-sealed spine, his long-laminated cowardice, and his latest grand abdication of responsibility to the troops he pretended to lead and the citizens he failed to serve.

When the sitting LAPD Chief publicly declares his entire department will not cooperate in any way with ICE, he’s not making some brave moral stand. He’s not “protecting the community.” He’s not even virtue signaling.

He’s showing his true colors and an allegiance to the loudest, dumbest corner of the electorate while casually wiping his ass with interagency cooperation and federal law.

Oh — and the cherry on the gutless sundae?

He implied his troops might be used AGAINST federal agents.

That’s right.

The chief law enforcement officer of the second-largest city in America hinted—like a man cosplaying courage in a room full of hand-wringers—that his own officers, sworn to uphold the Constitution, could be pointed like a weapon at fellow law enforcement doing their lawful duty.

Just what kind of dirt do the globalists have on this man? (And I use that last word with reticence.)

McDonnell — God, he’s making me second guess any Irish roots—knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t a goddamn slip. His signature theatrical cowardice is simply a matter of a recidivist ass returning to the scene of institutional betrayal.

This is the same Jim McDonnell who:
• Neutered the LAPD gang database, not because it was flawed, but because critics with sociology degrees decided tattoos and nicknames were racist.
• Pushed for the removal of Thin Blue Line insignia, not because it posed a risk, but because it made fragile people sweaty.
• Discouraged proactive policing in the city’s most violent corridors under the banner of “restorative justice” — which is just Latin for let’s hope the guy with the machete is feeling mellow today.
• Greenlit internal investigations not for misconduct, but for “problematic language”—as if enforcing grammar is nobler than enforcing the law. (One can imagine what he’d make of my tone—too declarative, too binary, insufficiently apologetic for daring to say what used to be common sense before cowardice was rebranded as policy.)

This wasn’t a chief who led. This was a man who took the moral equivalent of a knee every time a Soros-funded grievance goblin raised their voice on an antisocial platform.

He didn’t reform the LAPD. He refurbished it into a publicly funded therapy circle with pistols. A walking HR seminar in epaulettes. A department whose primary directive was no longer enforce the law but apologize in advance for existing.

Let me put it plainly: Jim McDonnell does not believe in the rule of law.

He believes in optics. He believes in appeasement.

He believes in the kind of bureaucratic tail-wagging that gets you rebooked at Aspen think tanks and DEI roundtables.

And while he wore the uniform, he never once bore the weight of it. He was a bureaucratic chameleon—the kind who could cite committee minutes, invoke “community stakeholders,” and quote policy like scripture, but couldn’t stare down a cartel-affiliated predator and call him what he is: a goddamn threat.

This wasn’t just a failure of courage.

This was a full-throated repudiation of duty.

A declaration that the politics of the moment matter more than the oaths sworn by those under his command.

And here’s the punchline: he still expected people to salute.

Jim McDonnell had one job—to protect the people of Los Angeles without fear or favor.

Instead, he protected his future speaking gigs.

He protected his liberal media credibility.

He protected his delicate image as a “reformer.”

He didn’t go soft. He went hollow.

A badge-shaped echo chamber who turned a noble calling into a risk-averse, hashtag-compliant brand.

So let’s end this with the clarity he never could muster:

Resign, Jim.

Not for failure. For fraud. You cashed the checks. You wore the uniform. You gave the orders. And then you folded like a yard-sale lawn chair the second that uniform required actual conviction.

You didn’t lose the public’s trust. You sold it off in quarterly installments—wrapped in euphemism, festooned in DEI, and lacquered in cowardice.

You may still hold the title. But in every meaningful sense, you already quit.

And we fucking noticed.

We all noticed. All of us in law enforcement. All of us around the nation. And there aren’t words sufficiently harsh for these two loser pieces of shit — particularly James McDonnell, who recently proclaimed that he was “overwhelmed” by the riots, after having just stated officially that he loved him some illegal invaders #BecauseDiversity.

LAPD Chief McDonnell was overwhelmed because he is incapable of doing his job, has an intentional failure of imagination, and yowls like a baboon how he loves illegals. Until they create some issues for him. Then he’s “overwhelmed.” Boo-fucking-hoo.

Life in a Leftist Urban Rat Cage is already sufficiently difficult, absent law enforcement essentially saying that the taxpaying public, actual Americans, can go to hell. Not only will we not protect you from illegal invaders, but we will favor illegal invaders over you.

I should care to remind everyone that we, this nation, started a revolution against an entire nation over less than this.

Everything you see is intentional. It’s part of the plan. The very idea that the US exists as a country is anathema, is reprehensible, to Demorats, Leftists, Globalists, anarchists, and the American Media Maggots.

Our vulnerabilities as a free nation are being purposely exploited against us, by deliberately having allowed multiple millions of illegal invaders inside during the Biden Regime.

It is suicidal for any country to permit these kinds of uncontrollable, unassimilable numbers within sovereign borders, and that fact is being proven, in real time, before our eyes.

Preventing that is “fascism,” a Marxist tactic. Allege something terrible like fascism while, conversely, Demorats, Leftists, Globalists, anarchists, are engaging in precisely the same thing, except on a scale magnitudes worse.

No other president could even remotely save us from this kind of national annihilation, except President Donald Trump.

Will the Battle of Los Angeles end up creating CWII? — a theme produced entirely by the Demorats, Leftists, and Globalists, by refusing to allow ICE to do their own jobs via Sanctuary City and state policies, complying with federal detainers in jail systems?

Which then NECESSITATED agents of ICE going places of which they then had little alternative? Court houses, places of work, homes, businesses, placing those agents and those in those locales in greater jeopardy?

When it was far simpler to comply with our laws, all around, in the first place, beginning with 8 U.S.C. § 1325, and 8 U.S.C. § 1326.

Bringing normal policies to a First World country, the same policies every First World country has, including the countries the illegal invaders themselves left.

It is the Demorats, Leftists, Globalists, anarchists, and the American Media Maggots who forced this scenario upon every Sanctuary City, State, and town. Compliance would have yielded an orderly pickup all around, with few if any getting injured — the suspects themselves, or ICE.

This all could have been avoided. Every bit of it. If the prior administration had held to federal law, to normal principles, respect for the Constitution, respect for the Bill of Rights, respect for our nation’s sovereignty, and respect for the actual citizens living here in the United States of America.

We must have the absolute iron will to defend our country, because no one else will. The rest of the nations on the planet — most all of them — are pissed that we discovered their multiple decades long grift, their scam, their abuse, their neglect of the United States. Their failure to pay up. Their failure to do their global part.

Meanwhile, on our hard-earned American Taxpayer Dollars, they built some of the finest social welfare systems imaginable, their people lived large, then they excoriated the United States because we weren’t smart enough to create all of our own perfect safety nets.

And rubbed our noses in it. On our dime.

They’re pissed, those nations, like any ill-brained, petulant, idiot teenager, that they did something wrong, Mom and Dad never got hip to their shit then, suddenly, they were caught. And now they’re squealing about “unfairness” and “oppression” and how awfully “judgmental” we are collectively here in the states.

The point being, that if we don’t figure this shit out, settle our own shit, right here, right now, there is no one coming to help.

In fact, as we burn, the other nations will be complaining — as they are right now — that we’re simultaneously killing little brown and black babies all around the globe because, in truth, only a minuscule portion of the spice has ceased its flow.

So we could have prevented all of this. By turning off the illegal invader spigot long ago. Everyone is to blame. From Reagan to Clinton to Bush to Obama to Biden and even, in a way, to Trump himself.

We could have cared for ourselves. Instead of caring for other nations first. We could have stopped this long ago. We chose, in all of our politics, to embrace this and, with the passing of years, we only embraced it longer, harder, and with more stridence.

Our largesse was seen as weakness, it still is, and is the nature of most human beings. That being, of course, completely foreseeable — if you’re a student of history, and a student of human beings.

What other nation would have created a Marshall Plan after having almost killed itself due to the sacrifices required on a global scale? Eliminated much of an entire generation of young males with huge potential futures in front of them. Gone. Lives and families shattered. Yet, the American public was asked to respond with even more of their hard-earned American Taxpayer Dollars in order to rebuild what war had obliterated.

People and nations took advantage of our largesse, our kindness, our generous and giving natures — to the detriment of the nation itself, both during World War II and afterwards.

We went from being givers, to a fault, into the category of naïve and, now, these days, directly into the category of unnecessarily guilty and — worse yet — chronically stupid.

Americans have little sense of, what I spell out on my show opener: history, facts, logic, rationality, clarity, proportion, context, tradition, and something in the most dire of short supplies, common sense.

So this is our pit, our hole. We dug it ourselves. Sadly, altogether too many people are ignorant of the First Rule of Holes: “When you find yourself in one, stop digging.”

We got ourselves into this predicament both because we were originally good natured, and then we became greedy, and decided we could further exploit situations.

Demorats, historically the party of racists — decided sub rosa that they required an entirely new class of slaves. First, those damned black slaves were freed, then they were re-subjugated by Lyndon Baines Johnson, a Demorat, in 1964. Then their families were ripped apart.

But that wasn’t enough. Particularly when, more recently, those damned uppity blacks decided to think for themselves and break their own mold, break their own Demorat chains.

From that point — I mean, to think that any black would vote for Donald Trump 45, much less Donald Trump 47 — American blacks became betrayers, underminers, traitors, disloyal. And an entirely new cadre of personnel had to minded in order to provide and perhaps even expand Demorat power and control which, naturally, yields more money, and then more power and control.

Those groups? Mexicans. Then illegal invaders of all sorts and stripes. “Visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.”

You may not know this, but illegal invaders are counted in the US census. Which is why Demorats completely lost their shit when President Trump suggested that they should no be. Why is this important?

Because the number of counted persons in a state equate, essentially, to the number of Representative seats in the House, Demorats want illegal invaders not just for the votes — as they reason such invaders would be grateful — unlike the American blacks — but for the seats. Vermont, for example, has one representative seat.

Kalifornia had 53 seats, but following the 2020 census, lost one House seat due to population loss.

See how this works?

The influences are great, the powers arrayed against the United States of America are great, the vast powers and influences warring against the American Taxpayer, the actual American citizen, as likewise great.

We created this problem. No outside force is here to help. No one. Absolutely no one. So if we don’t take care of ourselves, we can expect zero assistance.

The US was thrust into a semblance of a Doom Loop decades ago. We are experiencing a Doom Loop right now.

Just as a soft coup was aligned against a presidential candidate, a president-elect, a winning presidential candidate, and then a sitting president — Donald John Trump, OMB, Orange Man Bad, the guy with the dead orange cat on his head .  .  .

So is a soft Civil War being waged against the actual citizens of the United States of America.

It’s up to us to take our country back. To stop the Doom Loop.

We have the capability. We have everything we need right in front of us. What we require is the united will to do so.

Elements on the Demorat, Leftist, Globalist, anarchist, Marxist, and American Media Maggot side are hoping we’ll take things right up to, and including, CWII. Civil War II.

I hope we don’t.

But history repeats.

And we must learn from history.

BZ

P.S.
And no, none of this was AI generated. That’s for cheaters and losers who can’t write.

 

 

BZ’s Berserk Bobcat Saloon Radio Show, Thursday, 11-4-21: KEVIN McGARY on EBLM – Every Black Life Matters

Before BZ began the show, he provided a verbal tribute to the passing of a great friend of the Berserk Bobcat Saloon, Roger Dillon, who was a loyal, very active, and constant presence in the chat room for the past two full years, under the nom de plume of “Sgt Booker.”

Roger passed away, altogether way too young, of medical complications on Monday, November 1st, at the age of 63.

Roger physically visited the studio earlier this year, on February 25th. He met the original owner of the SHR Media Network, Shaun Lewis, as well as that night’s guest, Lonnie Poindexter.

Roger Dillon (“Sgt Booker” in the chat room) monitoring in the SHR Media Network studio, as the great Lonnie Poindexter is on the air.

Roger Dillon (center) talks to the original owner of the SHR Media Network, Shaun Lewis (L) after the show — which featured Lonnie Poindexter (R).

The loss of Roger is very personal for me, as he retired from the same department for which I worked, after I retired in 2016.

Hour 1: BZ featured the introduction of KEVIN McGARY, creator and President of EBLM, Every Black Life Matters — a clear retort and reply to the obviously-racist BLM organization.

EBLM doesn’t striate Black Americans into inconvenient political pigeon-holes. It instead seeks to represent every black life in the nation.

Go here to see Every Black Life Matters.

Go here to donate.

Sadly, due to a lack of internet horsepower at the home of Mrs BZ, I can no longer create video of the show, but the audio is available here on Spreaker — at the links below.

Because of that weak internet connection, the show was split into two parts. Click the yellow buttons to begin listening to Part I.

Listen to “BZ’s BBS, Thursday, 11-4-21, w/KEVIN McGARY of EBLM, Every Black Life Matters, Pt I” on Spreaker.

Part II is next.

Listen to “BZ’s BBS, Thursday, 11-4-21, w/KEVIN McGARY of EBLM, Every Black Life Matters, Pt II” on Spreaker.

Join me, the Bloviating Zeppelin every Tuesday and Thursday night on the SHR Media Network from 11 PM to 1 AM Eastern and 8 PM to 10 PM Pacific, at the Berserk Bobcat Saloon — where the speech is free but the booze is not.

Thank you one and all for listening, watching and supporting the SHR Media Network: “Conservative Media Done Right.”

BZ

P.S.

Please see Kevin McGary’s most recent three articles here:

Excellent reference material.

 

BZ’s Berserk Bobcat Saloon Radio Show, Thursday, 10-28-21: CHARLES LOVE returns with his new book RACE CRAZY

Hours 1 and 2: BZ featured the return of special guest CHARLES LOVE, who visited the show before on April 8th in order to talk about the removal of qualified immunity for police officers, his terrestrial radio hit “The Charles Love Show,” and his forthcoming book.

Tonight, the gate was open, the audience primed, so BZ and CHARLES addressed LOVE’s new book “RACE CRAZY: BLM, 1619 And The Progressive Racism Movement.”

We know about BLM, you may know about 1619, but CHARLES LOVE exposed the truth behind BLM — and it isn’t at the BLM website. All the true corruption and racism, hiding in plain sight, is at M4BL.org, the Movement For Black Lives.

Visit that site. Read it completely. Then come back and listen to this show with CHARLES LOVE.

Sadly, due to a lack of internet horsepower at the home of Mrs BZ, I can no longer create video of the show, but the audio is available here on Spreaker — at the link below. Click the yellow button to begin listening.

Listen to “BZ’s BBS, Thursday, 10-28-21, w/CHARLES LOVE” on Spreaker.

Join me, the Bloviating Zeppelin every Tuesday and Thursday night on the SHR Media Network from 11 PM to 1 AM Eastern and 8 PM to 10 PM Pacific, at the Berserk Bobcat Saloon — where the speech is free but the booze is not.

Thank you one and all for listening, watching and supporting the SHR Media Network: “Conservative Media Done Right.”

BZ

 

 

A BZ update

So where has BZ been? Why no radio show? Is it coming back? When?

For those unaware, I have been in the process of coordinating a move from Kalifornia to a free state, somewhere around Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, North or South Dakota.

I wanted a northern free state (not Oregon or Washington) that still received rain, possessed something akin to four actual seasons, had water, was cold in the winter, and embraced the color green. Unlike Kalifornia, whose seasons are manifestly only two: Brown, and Wildfires.

Astoria, Oregon, on our 2007 honeymoon. Beautiful, but a deadly-stupid state. For a time, I wanted to live there. Then, maybe. Now? Hell no.

Though we initially looked at Astoria, Oregon for retirement, a cute and beautiful town at the mouth of the mighty Columbia River (where we took our honeymoon in 2007) and Ilwaco in Washington, we decided both states of Oregon and Washington were clearly insane and would not meet our political, reality, or freedom needs.

Today, politics are truly most everything. If you don’t realize that, then you’re not living in 2021 corporeality.

We both wanted absolutely nothing to do with Leftists, Demorats, anarchists, Antifa, BLM, racists (every Demorat or Leftist), Socialists, Marxists, Communists, genetic mutants, misfits, the homeless, garbage, shit, piss, pederasts, gangs, thieves, Big Government, liberty killers, America haters, and those who don’t believe in American exceptionalism, America first, the US Constitution, Bill of Rights, the rule of law, and due process.

Though born in Kalifornia, it has taken me seven decades to finally realize that Kalifornia isn’t going to change while I’m alive, and it’s way past time to take care of myself and my wife. We have no kids, family to speak of (both of my parents passed away in 2002 and 2009, respectively), or anything of that nature to hold us back.

I cannot afford to waste any more time or money on a state that despises my melanin count, fleeces me at every turn, and takes advantage of those stupid enough to vote for Newsom and all the other Leftist, racist, hating, divisive hacks whose agendas include the entire ruination of not only the state but our nation.

I did have to wait for my wife to retire and, now that she has in July, we could concentrate on selling both of our respective homes, purchasing another, and getting the hell out of a state that has absolutely nothing to offer normal human beings any more.

BZ’s cabin in the Sierra Nevada mountains, now sold. A strange feeling indeed. It was a wonderful house, strong, beautiful, kept me safe, kept me warm, kept me dry, kept me happy and, mostly, kept me sane for 28 years.

Since May, we traveled widely and identified a specific home in a specific state, a location I shall not yet reveal because all the deals are not yet done. Let’s just say that it’s such a drastic change, such a breath of fresh air, that I have noted a physical reaction to leaving Kalifornia. It’s called glee.

Driving to a free state three weeks ago, Mt Shasta finally has a little snow.

So the purchase of a new home in a free state is done. The selling of my Sierra Nevada mountain cabin has now wrapped and closed. I was able to find movers (though almost, at the last second, not — because they couldn’t locate an available large truck in Kalifornia and, at one point, were told the closest 26-footer was in Arizona), and my cabin contents are now in a 2,000-square-foot home, at the 2,300 foot elevation, in a free state with a glorious view of the surrounding mountains.

We have to sell my wife’s house next. I need to sell two cars.

People smile in my new state. They speak English. The signs are in English. They wave with all their fingers. Yeah, there are tons of jobs unfilled. Same as every other state. Yet for those still in the mix they are pleasant and working every day.

The new neighborhood isn’t a trash heap. There is great pride. There is no HOA — people just naturally take care of their homes.

Unfettered genetic mental mutants aren’t adorning every street and sidewalk, or staked out on every corner.

There aren’t yard cars. There aren’t derelict cars abandoned on the street. There aren’t piles of crap, shopping carts everywhere,

And I can’t tell you how many people actually addressed me with these specific words: “welcome to a free state” when I told them I had just arrived.

Of course, there were the hardcores. Upon seeing our two huge, rented, Chevrolet Express vans with Kalifornia plates (moving our delicate items and valuables), a family in a restaurant parking lot was grumbling about “fucking Kalifornians” in September.

This most recent time in early October, we were driving a rented Nissan Murano (a terrible, ugly SUV with intrusive and irritating nanny features, uncomfortable seat belts, weird body dents that somehow Nissan thinks stylish, a loose hood with a big gap all around, an obnoxious 110-decibel turn signal clicker that requires earplugs, and two cramped front seating positions) with Kalifornia plates, and got honked at numerous times (not in a friendly fashion) just because. Okay. I get it. Not everyone running to a red state is a massive Conservatarian like me. But to know me is to love me. I’ll grow on you.

Some older chick in a market parking lot looked at the Murano plates when I was by myself making a grocery run, and said “another damned Kalifornian,” to which I replied with something similar to “and the last time I checked, movement was still allowed between states, and I don’t remember asking for your fucking opinion, bitch,” or words to that effect. I might have been nicer. Or not. The memory escapes me.

Some people open carry here, though I’ve only seen three. It’s legal. Personally, I think open carry is massively stupid. But freedom comes with being stupid. Just ask Darwin.

Excuse me. I’m still thinking like a Kalifornian.

Constitutional permitless concealed carry is also lawful. I’m all in on that. Way in.

But here’s the weird thingie.

As Leftists and Demorats clutch their pearls and swoon onto fainting couches with the fantods because you can carry a firearm without a permit — this free state isn’t all adrip with a massive spike in crime, rife with gangs, drugs, bodies lying in streets bleeding into gutters, or ablaze with carjackings and home invasions.

Because if you’re a thug, the people here will simply cap your ass (most everyone has a gun safe and a reloading bench), local law enforcement will respond and may scold you for some poor marksmanship, and then the Coroner will come gather your remains and conclude that you weighed slightly heavier in death than in life.

In a Free State, you get straws in drinks, bags at the supermarket, gas dispensers that actually dispense gas and don’t shut off, good food, honest people, no stupid speed bumps on every other street, no speed bumps in parking lots, no HOV lanes, no stop lights at freeway onramps, no sirens all night, no constant police pursuits, no police helicopters orbiting over crime scenes, shining lights in back yards, calling out “stay in your home, we have an escaped dangerous genetic mutant,” gas lawn mowers (and snow blowers), about 110% less stress, “please” and “thanks” and — this actually floored me — the words “you’re welcome” after you say “thank you.”

Not the casual, dismissive, verbal castoff “no problem” followed by the occasionally unspoken word “dude.”

Most everyone speaks English, the mountains are beautiful, we can see them from our front door and our back patio, we have a quarter-acre back yard, a little shed, a two car garage, a laundry room, a den, a huge tub, a huge shower, and neighbors.

We’ve both never had new washers and dryers. We have two new Speed Queen commercial units now.

We’ve never had a King sized bed before. We have one now.

I have never had a flat screen TV before. We have a 65-inch Sony now.

A word about the neighbors.

The neighborhood is such that it’s its little own locale by itself, all homes built in 2007 or newer. We’re surrounded by a rural area about 8 miles north of any sort of significant “city” center, though I use the word “city” loosely. Maybe a “city” area of 40,000 or so.

We are 99 miles from the Canadian border.

That said, our neighborhood is comprised of a wide range of retired folks, from law enforcement to religious scholars to Lockheed engineers to architects to gardeners to all points in between. There are some younger families thrown into the mix as well.

And then something — to us — very strange occurred after we started to move in. Our neighbors introduced themselves, came by, and welcomed us to the neighborhood. With cookies and flowers and plants and gifts.

This was entirely foreign to me and my wife. That had literally never happened before, to either of us. It was weird.

Our lives had always been such that we never really knew our neighbors because of our jobs, law enforcement. I worked days, swings, graves, holidays, weekends, my schedule always changed. I was on call almost constantly, especially in my various and multiple Detective assignments.

My cabin was a place to which I retreated in order to avoid humanity. I had no stomach for neighbors or any of that stuff. No time, no inclination. When I was done with the flats, I was done.

I would drive rapidly up to my beautiful cabin at the 4,000 foot level in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in order to divest myself of that disgusting, congealed, clot known as mankind.

When people were talking about the cool TV shows in the 80s or 90s or 2000s, I missed them all. When others had the internet, I had dial-up until the year 2005 (not kidding) — and I had to purchase a separate, dedicated AT&T phone line to get dial-up.

I never had a flat screen TV in my house. My very first flat screen TV was purchased a month ago for the new place in a free state, a 65-inch Sony. I never had a king bed. I never had a new washer and dryer. I write this again because I’m still astounded. Yeah. Apparently I can get normal stuff.

I never had anything remotely resembling a “normal life” in my career. But now, post retirement, in my dotage — and finally with my wife’s retirement — we can both attempt to approximate something nearing normality.

Which is why neighbors who are actually friendly is concerning and a little off-putting to us. This is a brand new and alien concept and experience, we readily admit.

We’re going to have to get used to this thing called normality.

That said, the logistics and coordination of buying and selling three houses and then moving 950 miles away is a bitch kitty — in a national housing market where prices have skyrocketed, you can’t get the things you once could, everyone is Fear Porned-out due to Wuhan-19, and winter is coming.

I’ve moved NINE times in my life — TEN now — and at my age everything hurts and you can’t lift the shit you once could twenty years ago.

But this — to an actual Free State? This is my final move.

Which brings me to my wireless radio presentation, BZ’s Berserk Bobcat Saloon Radio Show. It began on January 17th of 2017 and has continued with consistency up until April of this year, when it went on hiatus. It has only intermittently returned.

There’s nothing that will kill a show faster than lack of consistency. And I have allowed mine to languish. But only because I have been otherwise occupied by moving out of Kalifornia.

Here are my goals.

I hope to be primarily moved by Christmas. Including the studio. But nothing is etched in stone.

Here are my goals for 2022:

  • Bring BZ’s Berserk Bobcat Saloon Radio Show back every Tuesday and Thursday night, with consistency.
  • Bring back the SHAT Show (Sack Heads Against Tyranny) every Wednesday night, with consistency.

And then further investigate the possibility of making the Saloon a daily one hour show, Monday through Friday, with perhaps an encapsulation show on the weekend.

Pie-in-the-sky stuff, I know.

But even though Shaun and Clint are gone — I feel I owe them to try.

God bless America, the last and best hope for the entire planet.

BZ

 

BZ’s Berserk Bobcat Saloon Radio Show, Thursday, 8-5-21: JACK ALEXANDER returns to the Saloon

Hours 1, 2 & 3: BZ went into overtime because there was so much ripe material to review and exploit tonight with JACK ALEXANDER of the Jack Alexander Experiment!

Here are just a few of the featured audio cuts.

Including this story that should create much hate and contretemps against God Emperor Fauci.

Watchdog Report: Fauci Spent Nearly Half A Million In Taxpayer Dollars On Abusive Experiments On Dogs

by Maggie Hroncich, 8-5-21

The National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, directed by Dr. Anthony Fauci, spent $424,455 in taxpayer funds on experiments to infest beagles with parasite-carrying flies, even though the procedure had already been extensively tested on other animals. White Coat Waste Project, the government watchdog group that obtained the documents, found that about half of Fauci’s $6 billion budget was used for animal experimentation, including the abusive dog experiment.

The Daily Caller reported the NIAID task order showed “28 beagles were to be allowed to develop infections for three months before being euthanized for blood collection. The dog experiments are set to be completed by January 2022, however, the task order states that the beagles are to be euthanized 196 days after the start of the study. According to emails obtained by WCW, the study began on Nov. 12, 2020, meaning the beagles would have been scheduled to be euthanized in June 2021.”

The documents further revealed that the experiments were not necessary because scientists had already performed similar tests on various other animals.

“Experimenters admit this investigational drug, ‘has been extensively tested and confirmed … in different animal models such as mice … Mongolian gerbils … and rhesus macaques,’” the group found.

Records obtained by the FOIA request show the dogs “vocalized pain” during the experiments.

I found myself gobsmacked.

Then there was the racist Cori Bush, Demorat from Missouri, who couldn’t possibly be more belittling or insulting. After all, it’s every bit about her because you mean nothing, you ridiculous little peons.

Another immured take.

Missouri Demorat Cori Bush: a massive hypocrite and proud of it. I speak Leftist, so I’ll translate: “I’m better than you, more important than you, and don’t have to live by your petty little rules, with your petty little lives. Fuck y’all.”

JACK and BZ also talked about Australia’s insane lockdown, three mile limit, Alberta gets out of lockdown mode, the CDC magically becomes the Fourth Branch of US government, and more!

Listen to see!

Due to a lack of internet horsepower at the home of Mrs BZ, I can no longer create video of the show, but the audio is available here on Spreaker — at the links below. Click the yellow button to begin listening.

Listen to “BZ’s BBS, Thursday, 8-5-21, w/JACK ALEXANDER” on Spreaker.

Because the internet fails with regularity at my wife’s domicile, which now houses the SHR Media studio, Part II continues:

Listen to “BZ’s BBS, Thursday, 8-5-21, w/JACK ALEXANDER” on Spreaker.

Join me, the Bloviating Zeppelin every Tuesday and Thursday night on the SHR Media Network from 11 PM to 1 AM Eastern and 8 PM to 10 PM Pacific, at the Berserk Bobcat Saloon — where the speech is free but the booze is not.

Thank you one and all for listening, watching and supporting the SHR Media Network: “Conservative Media Done Right.”

BZ