Saturday, July 4, 2020


Forgive an old man for reminiscing. As a child, there were lots of swell discoveries like devil's food (soft toffee foam covered in dark chocolate) and honest milk shakes (ice cream, whole milk, and real whipped cream), but five items from my childhood stand out so clearly that I can still taste them. Gone now and impossible to recreate. There was a Luxemburger bakery that made a unique cheesecake, tan on top, a light airy cake with raisins. Another baker had hot crisp jelly filled donuts at 4 a.m. that no longer exist anywhere on the planet. Each day Smith Bros. brought in a catch of lake perch that were fileted, breaded, and deep fried. My uncle took me to a butcher's walk-in cold room, fresh raw ground beef on saltines. As a Boy Scout, the climax of a troop meeting was bursting hot juicy sausages and fresh kaiser buns.

The Dutch know cheese better than anyone else. Miniature Gouda (HOW-da) and Edam (AE-daam) are rubbery, inferior exports. Dutchmen eat "young" cheese that's soft, smooth, and sweet, and "old" cheese, a sharp, mouth watering slab in a sliced brodje, chewy round rolls that are baked daily in the millions. Dutch ham is marvelous. I had numerous gastronomic adventures in Holland, broiled garlic escargot, clear bright boujelais nouveau, "frit saus" on french fries, and an astounding Trappist Triple that had to be poured carefully because there was thick silt at the bottom of an ancient dusty unlabeled bottle. Breakfast in Holland is a joy, especially an Uitsmieter (literally: "thrown out the window") two sunnyside eggs with hot ham and cheese on two slices of fresh bread, a hard working farmer's midmorning meal.

Some discoveries were weird, like the chicken and rice casserole prepared by my Javanese housekeeper. It had two chicken claws sticking up in the middle of it. She also used a pail to splash water all over my big tile bathroom. She didn't know what toilet paper was, or why it might be desirable to avoid soaking it with cold water. I'm trying to remember a meal that I enjoyed anywhere in Indonesia. The beer was okay, a robust Dutch lager license. Australia did not have drinkable beer, and Aussies do ghastly things to sandwiches. However, there was a French baker in Subiaco with nice baguettes and gingerbread men. I paid $35 a pound for imported Costa Rican whole bean coffee at a Greek specialty shop in Northbridge.

Oh, jeez, England. No matter how much I spent at their finest restaurants, I never enjoyed a meal there, and if you want to torture someone, make them eat breakfast at a seaside hotel. For truly excellent food everywhere, even at a train station, go to Brussels.

It was a shock coming back to America. Giant portions, enough for two people on every plate. Saltgrass in Houston was okay. That's about all that anyone can say about U.S. dining, except little out-of-the-way French provincal cafes in Forestville and Wynnewood. I liked cooking at home better than eating out in America, but it was always a challenge to find a decent fish or fresh meat. I made up for it by drinking Dewars, the only label I liked, never cared for pricey single malts or Irish whiskey. In Scotland, I sipped Bell's straight up and my favorite dinner was deep fried cod and chips wrapped in slick brown paper.

I think there should be a law against anything liquid or solid in Germany. Their pancakes are stupid, wines and spirits are intolerably sweet, and I've had better pretzels in Philly. Unless you've had a cheesesteak on Sansom St., you don't know what a cheesesteak is, and mussels in South Philadelphia come with bulletholes in the booth and Sinatra on the jukebox.

Did I mention giant prawns in Singapore?

One last anecdote of the weird. There was a corner shop in Copenhagen that had ice cream novelties in a freezer, an afterschool treat for my eight-year-old daughter. She picked what looked exactly like a thick disc of ice cream covered in dark chocolate on a popsickle stick. She took one bite and spat it out. It wasn't chocolate. It was black licorice. Those zany Danes! -- excellent neighborhood bakeries, a million bicycles that have their own traffic lanes and stop lights, big train stations, big empty trains, and a bureaucracy that makes molasses slow DMV people look like superhuman wizards. To throw away a dinky bag of trash, I had to use a key and stuff it through a locked porthole the size of a coffee can lid in a block wall garbage annex. There were six portholes that emptied into little bins, most of them jammed full. You had to get lucky after unlocking four or five portholes to find one with space for another bag.

Made perfect sense in Surakarta to have a rebar rack on a pole, to keep rats from chewing up a big thick 30-gal plastic bag of kitchen waste, papaya rinds, cigarette butts, fish guts, chicken carcasses, etc. One day during a downpour, a little brown guy on a bicycle stopped, emptied the trash on my lawn, poked holes for his head and arms, and rode away with a raincoat.

In the middle of the night, I woke in terror. A voice shouted "EE-e-e-e!" outside my window. A friend explained that it was the baker, inviting me to buy fresh roti (bread) at 3 a.m. The neighborhood night watchman came an hour later and banged on my gate with a club, to let me know he was on duty and all was well.

Less sane than Surakarta, a Fox radio bulletin just now: Atlantic City casinos are allowed to reopen. No food, no drinks, no smoking. Why the hell go there?!


White Lives Mattered

Those who would tear down monuments, damn capitalism, and wage war on white privilege are brainwashed idiots, blind to the obvious. Every bite of food you eat is a debt you owe to private property, common law, and industrial civilization that you impede at your peril.

White lives mattered, too many to recite. You'd need an encyclopedia. Without them, no electricity, no medicine, computers, automobiles or aircraft. No iron and steel, no oil wells, dish soap, satellites, or filtration plants. White people are synonymous with civilization.

Our national monuments are few and cherished.

Robert E. Lee disliked slavery and was opposed to secession. Lincoln offered him command of the Union Army and Colonel Lee declined, respectfully, would not take up arms against Virginia, hallowed land of Jefferson, Washington, Patrick Henry, and James Madison, without whom there would have been no United States, no Constitution or Bill of Rights. It's difficult to exaggerate Jefferson's contribution, author of the Declaration, diplomat who brought France into the Revolutionary War, visionary president who doubled the size of the United States, and advocate for the separation of church and state, at a time when the Anglican Church was tax supported and Washington resisted disestablishment. Jefferson prevailed and freedom of religion allowed Catholics, Noncomformists, Lutherans, Presbyterians, and Enlightenment deists to make common cause as a new nation, "E Pluribus Unum."

People misunderstand why the Civil War was fought. It had little to do with slavery. It was fought over protectionist trade tariffs that enriched the North and penalized the South. The South had no factories to manufacture rifles, bullets, or blankets. One third of Confederate soldiers who fought in Gettysburg were barefoot. Slavery was not unique to the South.

Franklin had slaves, household help who were treated with dignity, like employees. Slaves labored in Massachusetts Bay Colony during the harsh, uncertain years of its settlement. No one in America wanted a slave to starve or suffer. They were housed and fed far better by Christians than by West African tribal warlords who enslaved them. Whites did not capture slaves. Bristol merchants traded gold for them, saving women and children from torture and grisly death. Slavery in white America was infinitely better than African slavery. Let's talk about a hero who owned 500 slaves and played a pivotal role in their future liberation.

Andrew Jackson was one of the most striking figures in American history. Without Jackson, there would have been no "one man one vote" democracy and no Union for Lincoln to rally and emancipate. Jackson's victory in New Orleans saved us in 1814. He vetoed construction of the Cumberland Road, declaring that Congress had no lawful power of pork barrel spending to enrich themselves, to the detriment of other Americans. When he was overruled by the U.S. Supreme Court concerning removal of Indians, President Jackson scoffed, "How many divisions does the Chief Justice have? He made an order, let him try to enforce it."

Native American Indians were tribes led by kings, many of which battled tribe versus tribe before Pilgrims landed at Plymouth and Old Boston Harbor. In Massachusetts and Georgia, Indian property rights were acknowledged, provided that they did not attack white settlers. Northern tribes became pawns of English and French rivalry. Plains war parties slaughtered white women and children or took them as slaves. Nothing turned out well in the Old West, made infinitely worse by land grants for transcontinental railroads and mines. If anyone is owed reparations, it's the Sioux, Crow, Lakota, Cheyenne, and Comanche.

Let's skip ahead and consider a cavalry charge in Cuba. Osage oil millionaires in Oklahoma, Cherokee steelworkers, Navajo code heroes of World War II, tax exempt casinos, fireworks superstores, and smoke shops were distant future horizons when a company of volunteers led by a future president charged uphill against Spanish fortifications.

Teddy Roosevelt never expected to be President, but his legacy was profound. He broke up powerful Wall Street trusts and created the first national park, in Yellowstone, a confident, cheerful champion of rugged individualism, nature conservancy, and physical fitness, the only "modern" white American president honored on Mount Rushmore.

I despise politically greasy government monuments, but they're there for a reason, like the idolatry of Crazy Horse a few miles from Mount Rushmore and a giant black fist in Detroit. Taskmasters and laborers of antiquity built pyramids, castles, and cathedrals, completed by generations of stone masons, taxpayers, and kings. America was different. Until recently, American monuments and statues were erected privately by free men and women to honor patriots like Perry, Revere, and John Paul Jones. Newly freed slaves contributed $17,000 to build the controversial statue of Lincoln and a rising black man with broken shackles. Think about it. $17,000 in 1876 was serious money, voluntarily paid in, pennies and nickels from black families who had little, except an overwhelming urge to honor the fallen Lincoln.

There are three national monuments in Washington DC that must be protected at all costs, including fixed bayonets and bullets if necessary, the Lincoln Memorial, Jefferson Memorial, and Washington Monument. All the misery and shame of bankrupt Chicago and Detroit will be our grim national fate if we tarnish or disown America's great white liberators.

Mobs want to destroy something? Let them wreck the monument to a rich, laughing king of bureaucracy, lies, monetary chaos, improvised folly, brazen threats, and personal complicity in the Soviet enslavement of Europe. Fellow travelers gave them atomic bomb secrets. FDR became president for life by promising to cut the size of government 25% and growing it to more than 60% of GDP, seizing every U.S. factory and farm to supply Stalin. His legacy is a ponzi pyramid of public entitlements, regulatory paperwork, unpayable debt and inflation. White people have their share of villains who should be torn from the public square, LBJ in particular, ten times worse than FDR, killed two million Vietnamese and betrayed 10 million stable two-parent negro families. The Great Society rewarded single mothers, drunks, drug dealers, incompetent black teachers, and corrupt "community organizers."

NPR constantly advances the notion of black heroism, creativity, and scientific genius. That's shameful pandering, an absurd distortion of history. The intellectual contribution of Africa was tribal genocide, slavery, disease, starvation, drum worship, and child rape, which were incurable by European colonization or American largesse. British transportation of slaves to Brazil, the Carribean, and U.S. colonial plantations was social disaster for all concerned. 90% of African slaves went to Brazil, worked to death or perished from disease. The 6% of slaves who were transported to America were treated better. They had families and children. The Civil War and Reconstruction were ruinous and rocky, but by 1948 there was racial harmony and mutual respect in the industrial north. Count Basie was famous. Republicans enacted equal rights, over the objections and attempted fillibuster by Southern Democrats, historic black oppressors and segregationists, many of whom were members of the Ku Klux Klan.

Flash forward to today: 43 million African-American citizens. After 100 years of civil liberty, followed by 60 years of lavish welfare, preferential hiring and education, blacks are 100% responsible for savage street crime, chronic illness, academic gibberish, and bankruptcy of formerly prosperous majority white cities coast to coast. It's no excuse that immigrants from Mexico, Guatemala, and Puerto Rico wanted a piece of the drug trade. Black mayors, black cops, and black politicians wasted decades and did nothing except to line their pockets and rant about imaginary, highly-taxed "white privilege" and the national anthem. Hollywood movies and multiple decades of jazz, Motown, rap, pro sports, and TV lavished loot on black actors, musicians, athletes; black millionaires and billionaires departed Detroit for Beverly Hills. Obama abandoned Chicago for the White House, white schools, a gated mansion, an army of loyalists in majority black Washington DC, and control of the Democrat Party.

White flight has taken on renewed urgency. Apartment dwellers in Manhattan and Brooklyn are under bombardment by fireworks every night, and Obama ordered HUD integration of the suburbs, Section 8 welfare housing erected in single family white neighborhoods.

The general election of 2020 will be a body blow to the Republic. If Trump is reelected, there will be violent insurrection by murderous black mobs. If sock puppet Joe and black nationalist Michelle triumph with an avalanche of fake ballots, our heritage will crumble to dry white dust, to be swept aside by a Green New Deal and "racial justice" intimidation. As I explained many times, justice is the armed defense of innocent liberty. It has nothing to do with race, climate, elections, entitlements, public education, protest marches, looting or arson. Cops are being targeted with gunfire and filthy verbal assault daily. If they fight back, they are suspended, smeared, investigated, indicted, financially and professionally ruined by black prosecutors and black juries, deaf to reason or respect for allegedly racist cops.

"Eventually a society becomes too stupid to survive." (Mark Steyn)



I write in my sleep, often search for words and the meaning thereof, like "spanneticuts" as I awoke from a nap. No idea what I was trying to express. The ties between people and shared notions that bind them to an illusion, I think. Short circuits that choke the truth. Bored with dumbshit bartender Hannity repeating himself again, I changed the channel. NPR announced that Reddit has rewritten its rules, banned hate speech and incitement to violence.

KILL, PUSSYCAT, KILL!   (I lack imagination today.)

Alice Cooper is 100 times sharper than I am. A record company clod challenged him to rhyme the word "orange." Without hesitation, Cooper said: "Door hinge."


Rights and Reality

I don't know why I have to explain this repeatedly. The Declaration was a memo to George III, Parliament, and a majority of American colonists who did not like the idea of upsetting their existing relations of obligation and comfortable privilege. In Common Sense, Thomas Paine blew a raspberry at Quakers in particular -- fat, prosperous Tories. The Committee of Safety in Boston had similar problems. Merchants and the governor saw themselves as Englishmen. A handful of lawyers, tradesmen, and clergy refused to accept limitation on the freedom and self-government that was created by accident in Massachusetts Bay Colony. I don't want to discuss that in detail. Suffice it to say that all American colonies had democratic assemblies, necessitated by the great distance from English authorities, absence of representation in Parliament, and colonial circumstances that required immediate attention, like Indian wars, heretics, and trade with the West Indies. Arbitrary, bizarre taxes were imposed, withdrawn, and reimposed on the colonies by Parliament and enforced by Royal tax judges sent from London. "An act against natural equity is void," James Otis thundered in tax court. He was clubbed unconscious by tax bailiffs and suffered brain damage. Sam Adams had to replace him as leader of the Committee of Safety. Sons of Liberty threw a shipment of tea in Boston Harbor. A company of Redcoats arrived and fired on Boston protestors.

Bottom line, the Declaration was calculated to foment united action. Ignore its assertion of natural human rights, a glittering generality without definition. It relied on Biblical faith in celestial Commandments that John Locke said justified authority of moral government. The best way to read the Declaration is to study its itemized indictment of George III, who was alleged to have terminated the obligation of colonial loyalty to the Crown because he failed to preserve their rights as Englishmen. We celebrate the wrong date. The Declaration was adopted July 2, 1776 by a congress of revolutionaries, chaired by a bootlegger.

Without the French fleet, we would have lost the War of Independence. Washington was a terrible general. At the conclusion of eight years of conflict, all of the colonies and Congress were bankrupt and deeply in debt to lenders and suppliers who were paid in worthless scrip (Continental paper dollars). Each colony saw itself as an independent state, and each had a separate "foreign" policy with respect to other states. Some were friendly to England, others to France. The Articles of Confederation were a toothless, unenforceable system of levies on state governments. States refused to pay troops who fought in the Revolution. They refused to pay Continental debt. They taxed each other's commerce. Dissolution into rival alliances was threatened, and all 13 states suffered worsening economic weakness.

Two young lawyers were alarmed, James Madison and Alexander Hamilton. They petitioned Washington to convene a conference in Annapolis to discuss amendments to the Articles of national government. Some states sent delegates, most did not. Those who attended had no authority to agree anything, but they pledged to meet again in Philadelphia at a convention of all 13 states. Washington chaired the convention of 1787. Madison recorded a meticulous journal of their debates. Hamilton argued for monarchy, rejected immediately, and he left in disgrace. The two other New York delegates said they had no authority to consider a new constitution and likewise left after a single week of sitting there like bumps on a log. Slave States refused to yield, despite the logic and moral authority of Northern abolishionists. If slavery was outlawed, the South would secede. Small States wanted legislative power equal to Large States. George Washington said nothing as presding officer. Ben Franklin was too feeble to stand and speak. His ideas, generally ignored, were read aloud by a friend.

After 55 days of stifling summer heat in a closed chamber, drinking barrels of whiskey every night, they mooted compromise upon compromise, fractions of advantage to be blurred and fudged by constitutional complexity. No one wanted to sign the resulting document. Franklin spoke and implored them to sign it because the economic and political crisis was desperate, and if no constitution was adopted, the United States would fail and dissolve, easy prey for England and France to divide and conquer. Hamilton returned to sign on behalf of New York.

Public debate for and against ratification raged for two years. In New York, a special state convention voted 30-27 to ratify, a decision tipped by two swing votes. In Virginia, the vote was 89-79, another skinny margin of only six delegates. Who knows what corrupt promises were made to win those votes?

What did the U.S. Constitution provide? Slavery. A post office. Minted gold dollars. Checks and balances to frustrate legislation. Tariffs. Excise taxes. Frequent elections. No inalienable rights, other than due process and compensation for property the government might take. Did it prevent civil war? No. Did it solve the problem of Continental debt? No. The only thing it established instantly and permanently was political parties, Federalists versus Democrats, spoils of office, and "gerrymandering" by Elbridge Gerry, delegate from Massachusetts, sly architect of a salamander shaped Congressional district to guarantee his election.

It's too much to recite all the waste, fraud, idiocy, and tragedy in U.S. history. It began with unpayable debt, roiled by slim majorities who ran roughshod over nearly equal "minority" political opponents, everyone in favor of more debt, more government, more payola. In reality, the people of America had no voice, past or present, no right to resist whatever the political elite decided to impose by horse trading or expedient improvizations. Removal of Indians. Land grants for Union Pacific. Ejection of Mormons from Nevada. Carpetbaggers. Segregation. Billions for Stalin. Stalemate in Korea. Duck and cover. Assassinations. Riots. Genocide in Vietnam. Alliance with Israel. Invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan.

None of it was necessary. Self government is liberty. If you continue to vote for politicians, they will tax and regulate every aspect of life, borrow and spend, stupify and indoctrinate your children, throw trillions at idle "consumers" and tens of trillions at a Green New Deal, relying on a corrupt compromise that had little to do with liberty in 1787 and less today.


Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Peelable shims

Life has been interesting, full of memorable details, like layered aluminum shim stock pieces that could be peeled 1mm at a time to adjust the height of little lens assemblies, 48 lens to be converged, no two of which matched in prototype machining or mounting. I bought magic shop smoke powder to assess what was wrong with the cooling system. Three fans blew into the projector, no air flow, nothing but turbulence. I reversed one of the fans and installed heat dissipating fins on the inefficient glass lamp mirrors, to be upgraded with my parabolic chrome-plated design to throw more light than heat in a commercial production model.

Two Lockheed engineers came by with a section of the L-1011 cockpit windscreen. There was a layer of gold film to heat and defog the thick, curved windscreen, and most of them had to be thrown away, because the gold film ripped top to bottom randomly in the middle of the screen and wouldn't conduct current. I adjusted my 3-D video microscope to examine their defect sample, experimented with fiber optic lighting, and saw the problem. A tiny speck of dirt had created a puddle of resistance that ripped molecule by molecule in a vertical tear. I enjoyed helping them. The L-1011 was my favorite passenger plane.

Sometimes I annoyed people. I was assigned to coordinate a business presentation for LRT, the government agency that operates the London Underground system. It was proposed to install a new PA system with video news bulletins to entertain and inform folks standing on hundreds of platforms, which train was next and why it was delayed, if it was. Existing PA announcements were totally unintelligible. I worked with two other men on the proposal, both of them ruling class dignitaries. The finance guy understood and accepted my budget cuts, but the electronics wizard went ballistic. He wanted to sell LRT pricey TV monitors he manufactured. I vetoed it in favor of cheap Hitachi screens that I could get below wholesale because it advertised the brand. The other idea I pushed was sequential audio delay, so the sound marched along the platform in one wavefront, no cacophonous echo.

I was overly fussy about ethics. In 2009, I became slightly famous for busting the SEC, the oil industry, and two professional associations. Presto, I had 25,000 followers on Seeking Alpha, and Felix Salmon at Reuters publicized the story I told about fake "proved" oil reserves and black box probability modeling. Nice bright feather in my cap, but zero dollars and zero cents in consulting fees. Worse, I called the top on Petrobras, issued a Sell rating. Investors saved tens of millions of dollars and wrote glowing thanks. The rules were exasperating. Analysts have to be pure as the driven snow, no money invested, no short selling. I wrote a few more financial articles, horse laughed at BHP's $12 billion acquisition of Petrohawk, and celebrated a young Irish economist who correctly saw that it was impossible to convert and fuel the U.S. passenger car and light duty pickup truck fleet with natural gas ("the Pickens Plan"). There's not enough natural gas in the ground to do 10% of it. Eventually I got a booby prize for calling bullshit on BP's Deepwater Horizon disaster, monitoring two dozen ROVs day and night. An editor in Abu Dhabi offered me a weekly column opposite Paul Krugman, $300 for 800 words on any topic I cared to discuss. My first target was George W. Bush and a corrupt oil deal in Ghana. Then the problem of critical elements, shortages of rhenium, gold, and cadmium.

Pity that I never made the leap to digital. I was an analog expert, supply and demand curves and spockets and lighting ratios, tape recorders and vacuum tubes. As a child I assembled radio kits, used a slide rule to calculate antenna lengths, and built lightning arrestors.

* coming attraction *

I have been honored repeatedly in life, always privately, never by cheering crowds. About a year ago, an audiobook producer offered to voice my libertarian ethics, politics, and legal philosophy of due process and national security. It's been completed and will appear as an Audible release on the 4th of July. I find it slightly incredible that big rig drivers, airline passengers, and subway strap hangers will listen to six hours of Wolf DeVoon, but I'm deeply honored that my ideas were commemorated by a very capable professional narrator.

About anarchy

I was a film and TV director. Frequently, daily, hourly, minute by minute, I told people what to do. The best directors perceive what others can do (or can't do). I negotiated, but just as often I challenged them to stretch a little. Everyone does this in grocery stores, or driving a car on a busy street, or dealing with your family. We navigate a parking lot, find a nice cut of meat, choose which brand of cereal to take home. Price matters. Sometimes it's negotiable, especially buying a used car or a house, deciding which job to take (or quit), how much to bid at an auction. I was delighted to get a pine day bed in perfect condition for $5 at a furniture auction, because no one else bid for it. Sometimes it's difficult to get what you want. Please eat your spinach, honey. It's full of iron for healthy red blood cells.

All of these transactions, on a film set or at the family dinner table, are practical aspects of private anarchy, absolutely no government involved. There are some principles of law in the background, most of them physical. Unless you're over six feet tall and nimble, forget about playing competitive basketball. No matter how angry you are, cursing a stalled truck with a dead battery won't start it. Employment can be frustrating at times, hamstrung by rules or a lazy coworker, a manager who's deaf to suggestions, a client who changes her mind halfway through a job. How we deal with adversity and fatigue is a measure of our fitness to live. I was considerably less fit than others. No man is perfectly suited to all situations, but we're free to say phooey! and concentrate on strengthening our strengths. The responsibility of anarchy impels men to study, dream, explore, dare, fail, try again, and succeed in ways that others don't. They're busy building themselves as separate souls, a basic human right.

Legislation forces everyone to conform. Or rebel, which tens of millions of Americans do all the time. Liberty is a tradition with thick deep roots, all the way back to Patrick Henry, who led the fight in Virginia to reject the new U.S. Constitution. He almost succeeded, lost by six votes, 79-89. His descendants recently rallied in defense of the 2nd Amendment, thousands of armed men surrounding the statehouse. It's not an exclusively American phenomenon. British skinhead patriots fought police to stop Black Lives Matter from defacing or toppling national monuments in Westminster.

Law enforcement is selective and weak. It's impossible to regulate road rage in Los Angeles, narcotics in Philadelphia, or homicide in Chicago. Police and National Guard couldn't control riots and looting in 1968 or 1992 or 2020. Law and order is mostly voluntary, something that people do by themselves. Half of the American electorate doesn't vote and don't care what happens in Albany or Sacramento, a bicoastal conspiracy of liars and dunces. They bought guns and ammo, and they're voting with their feet, because cities are no longer affordable, fun, safe, or economically necessary. Cops are quitting, and those on duty are making fewer arrests. Tens of thousands of families have fled New York City.

Anarchy is inextinguishable. No one can force you to love someone, or do the right thing, or do the wrong thing to appease LGBT attorneys. When Target allowed men to use women's rest rooms and changing rooms, thousands of women boycotted the chain. People vote with their feet. They risk their lives to escape Guatemala and enter the U.S. illegally.

Patriots are few, patrolling the world to deter China and Russia, manning missile silos and nuclear submarines. Money can't buy their loyalty. Every good on earth is voluntary. Some of it is fatal. All of it is difficult, like raising a family and protecting your innocent children from government indoctrination, predatory urban animals, seductive internet filth, and drugs.

The only antidote to peril is independence, personal choice.

Forget about racism, political machinations, media headlines, tragedy, and fancy ideas. The meaning of private anarchy is simple. You're free to pursue your own happiness, to thrive as an individual, to care for your family and provide for the future. Declare independence.

The forces arrayed against Donald Trump are extremely powerful, including swing votes in the Senate and distinguished military figures. The possibility of a coup is no longer remote or hypothetical. Crisis serves the interests of vultures like George Soros, who made his fortune betting against the Bank of England. If constitutional government is suspended, whether by military coup, or civil disorder, or a rigged election in November, it will not alter the truth of private anarchy and personal responsibility for the safety of your loved ones. Those who can think independently and sidestep mass hysteria are pioneer citizen heroes devoted to the principles of American life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.