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spring's frightful awakening

friday, march 21st, 2025

In my quiet backwater of the Hudson Valley, an early spring drives all creation violently. The peaceful sleep of winter ends in twitches and spasms. The ground breaks open like one big egg and all living things emerge: green shafts of the crocus, scuttling sowbugs, slithering snakes, sleek garlic shoots, The left became hideously, ostentatiously, unapologetically corrupt (as ruling parties tend to do). They sold out bigtime and got bigtime rich. You want to know why none of them want to cut waste anymore? because they’re the ones stealing it. ‘possums in the compost bucket, ticks are back on the cat’s face, the ice in the river cracks in frightening booms, hungry songbirds infest the bare roadside lilacs, tiny voices trill darkly in the woods, a lone early moth in its first rapture of flight meets the pitiless windshield.

You can feel it. The northern hemisphere of this planet shudders, rattles, and rolls into the most tumultuous spring in memory. Everything is in play, turning, turning, while forgotten consequence rises on vengeful wings like an aggrieved god of yore. Nothing will be as it was. A most wicked spell has been broken. What does it feel like to be able to think again?

Messrs Trump and Putin sincerely seek to end the age’s stupidest war in Europe’s dumbest country, while the European Union and its outlier Great Britain go ostentatiously more insane every week. They bethink themselves storybook conquerors out of some retrograde history written by gibbering globalists. Macron and Friedrich Merz propose a grand invasion of Russia, as if Napoleon and Hitler had never existed, and they aim to get it done on about three days’ worth of ammunition. You first, Emmanuel, Merz insists. Non, non, pas de tout, Macron demurs with a deep bow.

Keir Starmer, Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath, and PM of an empire in late-stage sclerosis, does jumping jacks with pom-poms across the channel to cheer on France and Germany in their quixotic quest to conquer of Russia. “Go get’um lads!” he cries. Think of Sir Keir as a Monty Python archbishop as written by George Orwell under the direction of Franz Kafka — there’s what’s left of your jolly old England!

Meanwhile Ursula von der Leyen rehearses her part as the wannabe Joan of Arc in this political psychodrama. Her sweet grandmother’s face will smile placidly as the flames tickle her penitent’s robe. She was born for this. A million deracinated Congolese perform the twerk mazurka around her flaming pyre while the muezzins sing out the call to prayer from every minaret around Brussels. Her Hanoverian ancestors weep for Ursula through the mists of the centuries. Was Satan himself behind the contract she signed with Pfizer for as much as 4.6 billion doses of Covid-19 vaccine at a cost of €71-billion? Where did the money come from and where exactly did it go, and what did Ursula finally have to show for it? The European Court of Auditors had a look at this tangled web and blew their lunches all over the rue Alcide De Gasperi in Luxembourg City. Snails, champignon, and shards of puff pastry on the ancient stone steps. A disgrace.

You are not compelled to understand all these occult machinations roiling Europe at the moment, except to see that the continent wants to turn itself into the world’s premiere slaughterhouse once again after a seventy-year hiatus from the exciting frolics of World War Two. Almost everyone who lived through that episode is dead now. The cultural memory has faded. Europe is sick of lollygagging in the café, nibbling effete palmier and tartelette. They apparently want to wade across the chilly Vistula River and race to the east, like berserkers, hacking off Slavic limbs and heads along the way.

No, it is not true that Donald Trump’s ancestors invented the trumpet, but shrill brassy notes resound all over America these days as his enemies ululate and rend their garments. Liz Warren is yelling from streetcorners like her head’s going to blow plumb off her shoulders. Randi Weingarten was keening on MSNBC like an oboe with a broken reed. The entire two month-long spectacle has been a musical extravaganza. The President and his sidekick, Elon, keep coming at the country’s resident blob-of-evil like pit-bulls on a pack of wild hogs. Shreds of bacon have been flying all over the Beltway. I could have told you years ago that the blob was mostly lard and little meat. Now you know. It’s a sight to behold for the ages.

Yet, strange things keep happening day by day. The Democratic Party’s main grifting engine, the USAID, was deconstructed weeks ago, yet we hear that just this week USAID workers were ordered to go back into their offices to shred all their documents. Did they have anything to hide, ya think?

Questions: 1) federal janitors pried the nameplate off the building back in February, and we must suppose that somebody also locked the joint up, or what?. 2.) How did these former USAID workers propose to get in the building and do their dirty-work? 3.) Why have we not heard that the FBI or the US Marshals Service was dispatched to prevent such a document shredding party?

I wouldn’t worry too much about those cheeky federal judges around the country declaring and ordering this-and-that on Mr. Trump’s campaign to fire federal workers and close down useless agencies. This is a last-gasp ultimate lawfare operation. Let’s assume that Norm Eisen, Mary McCord, Marc Elias, and associates of theirs are the ringmasters in that circus. They will eventually be indicted for all manner of lawbreaking, possibly up to treason. And the SCOTUS will eventually put a sharp end to the judges’ monkeyshines. Judges do not administer executive action out of the executive branch. And Guess what: lawfare is not law. It’s just dirty-fighting dressed up in abstruse ceremonial language.

A Day In The Life.

Up at 9a on Friday, a 45°F, cloudy, damp morning, I upped the heat, made coffee, fired-up the Win-7 Pentium HP Desktop to let 32 million lines of code load, had a couple smokes in the garage and checked the leftover errands list. All clear today. I tuned into the "CP Show LIVE", but had "Windows Network Connectivity" problems, right off-the-bat. I got that fixed, scanned the news and weather, relaxed with coffee and intermittent smokes (in now open garage).

No errands today, so after breakfast, I checked eMail, did some paperwork from my desk's small pile, and just lounged around at home. I had condo chores to do, finish-up some remaining paperwork, and get some computer work done. I grabbed a 60min nap, had more coffee to wake-up, and made some Shrimp, Butter, Garlic & Angel Hair Pasta, for dinner. As usual, I watched the evening news, then switched to Discovery's "Gold Rush" until 1a. Lights out.

Sleeping-in until 10a on Saturday, a much cooler 37°, cloudy, rain on-the-way, morning, I upped the heat, made coffee and scanned the news and weather websites. I had a food delivery from Weis Market (Enola PA, thru Amazon), and numerous condo chores to do. I again checked my Wells Fargo's website brokerage section -- the final 1099 usually doesn't arrive until mid-March, every year -- to see if any more 1099 Corrected tax docs for 2024, had arrived, but not yet. No errands, so I listened to some podcasts and watched TV. By 7p, it was dark, I closed the place down, had some dinner and watched Discovery's "Expedition X" until 12 midnight, and unplugged.

Up at 10a on Sunday, a balmy 63°, very windy, not-yet-rainy morning, I upped the heat, made coffee and had trouble getting any of the 3 browsers -- Opera, Chrome, Brave -- to fore-up, so I rebooted the desktop, and Opera finally worked. Sounded like MS' Win-7 Pro had a great big "electronic fart", and now, all's well. Heh.

I lounged around until just after 12noon, got ready for the day, and scanned the news and weather. After 2 loads of laundry, I noticed that a "TORNADO WATCH" was issued around 2:30, and a "SEVERE T-STORMs" Warning was posted everywhere, until 10m, so I opted not to put out the recycle bin, because of its light weight. Just the garbage will go out into my next door neighbor's garbage bin, which I share w/ them. The t-storms arrived around 9.

Sunday was another "NBC Night" (Nothing But Crap) on TV, and the ROKU/xfinity channel 'musical chairs' line-up crap was happening again. I just shut it off. With the storm raging outside, I finished-up some computer work, called Sherry, watched a couple of YT Videos from the morning's 2025 F1 Australian Grand Prix, and called it a day, at 11:30p.

Up at 7:30a on Monday, a high-cloud, much cooler 48°, very windy morning, with cooler weather returning after the t-storm front blew thru last night, but hitting near 60° today. I made coffee and scanned the morning's weather and headlines. Last week, 3 nice ladies -- sent me a nice note, which I published, and this the reason is why. Heh.

If what I'm reading about the DOE (Dept of Education) is true, GO MUSK, GO DOGE!

After listening to the "CP Show LIVE" from 9-12, I left for 4 errands down south, and was back by 2p. After unpacking and some lunch, I had a load of the Turkish laundry to do -- the Turkish White Bathrobe and Turkish White Towels, all of which are heavy, but get massively heavy when wet. All that done, I grabbed a 2hr snooze on the LR couch, had dinner, watched TV and called it an early night at 11p. Cleaning lady is in at 8:30a.

Up at 6a on Tuesday's 0-DARK-THIRTY, I upped the heat, made coffee and scanned the news and weather on the HP Desktop. I upped the heat, made coffee, had a quick breakfast, and JoAnne arrived at 8:30a to do the bi-weekly cleaning. Sis stopped by at 11, and she and JoAnne drove south to Red Lion to visit Dave & Jennifer's fledgling nursery. I had lunch, took a 2hr snooze, and did some errands locally. Beautiful day, and tomorrow too, but a Winter Storm is on the way. Heh. As I said, Winter's not finished, yet.

I had dinner, watched the evening news, watched History's "Curse of Oak Island" and a new show, Discovery's "Filthy Fortunes", until 11:30 and unplugged. Dr's app't at 11a.

Up at 7a on Wednesday, a sunny, cold, clear 47° morning, forecast to get to the upper-60s. I finally got around to checking eMail: 284 in the Inbox, and the *FULL* Light was blinking. I scanned thru, tagged a lot of junk, and deleted. I'll have some time after the morning's app't to get to some of it. I left at 10:30, for the 11a Dr's app't.

Happy First Day of Spring

Wowser, 74° and very Spring-like when I left the medical offices -- but be careful, Winter's not quite over, just yet. I tuned into the "CS Show LIVE" and the "CP Show LIVE", had breakfast, got ready for the day, and did 2 errands. Sherry arrived just after 1p, and we had 5 wonderful hours together, as usual. She left around 6:30, and we'll plan a day or two, when I call her over the weekend. I had some dinner, watched the FNC evening news, and Discovery's "Expedition X" until almost 3a. Lights out.

Up at 7a on Thursday, a sunny, high cloud, cool 41°, with showers and t-storms moving-in from the west, to our area. Happy Spring Vernal Equinox. I fired-up the furnace, made coffee, and checked the news and weather websites. After tuning into the "CS Show LIVE" from 6-9, and then the "CP Show LIVE", I rechecked the WF Bank's site, for the "Corrected/ Revised" 1099 Tax Form, which holds me up, every darned year, necessitating my CPA to file an extension. Tired from only 4hrs sleep, I knew a nap is on the afternoon's agenda.

After lunch, a few condo chores and some paperwork catch-up, I had a nice 2½ hr snooze on the LR couch, the condo open for fresh air, the storm front rain arrived and we got some badly-needed moisture. I had dinner, watched the evening news, and switched to History's "American Pickers" until 11, and unplugged. I have a 9a Dr's app't, and some errands to get done, tomorrow. Upper-50s temps for the next 10 days, so maybe Winter is done with us?

Trump, Musk, and the Deep State: The Battle Over Transparency Begins.

Here we go again. At the beginning of his first term as president, Donald Trump issued an executive order temporarily banning travel from several countries—Yemen, for example, Sudan, Libya, and four others—that had been identified as major exporters of terrorism. The left went nuts, excoriating Trump for his “racist” “Muslim travel ban.”

It wasn’t a “Muslim travel ban,” but try telling that to Seattle District Court judge James Robart. He sniffed the air, sensed the pleasing hysteria and press coverage, and issued a cursory restraining order against Trump’s executive order. The humorous part of Robart’s order came towards the end. As I wrote at the time, Robart insisted that the “declaratory and injunctive relief” outlined in his order be applied immediately and on a “nationwide basis” (my emphasis).

Trump and Musk are unraveling the deep state’s secrets at record speed, and the left is panicking—wielding emergency orders, judicial overreach, and legal theatrics to stop the exposure.

Seattle has spoken, Comrades! Judge Robarts finds (where? how?) that his court has jurisdiction over … well, over just about everything: the president and the head of the Department of Homeland Security, for starters, but also “the United States of America (collectively).”

So all across the fruited plain, “Federal Defendants and all their respective officers, agents, servants, employees, attorneys, and persons acting in concert or participation with them are hereby ENJOINED and RESTRAINED” from enforcing the President’s executive order.

This may be the best place to pause and point out that Donald Trump, acting as the president of the United States, was perfectly within his rights to issue an executive order to suspend travel from particular countries.

And so it is now with Trump’s deputies in the Department of Government Efficiency. Tasked with the Herculean labor of unscrambling the byzantine Rube Goldberg device that is the 21st-century administrative state for furthering corruption, illegal payments, and partisan influence at home and abroad, DOGE commander Elon Musk and his laptop-and-algorithm-toting lieutenants have been patiently uncovering the pyramid of waste, fraud, and abuse that is the foundation of the United States government in its twenty-first-century incarnation.

In a remarkable piece called “Override: Inside The Revolution Rewiring American Power,” a blogger known as EKO showed how it worked. Four young coders arrive at the Treasury Department in the wee hours of January 21. Within hours they have succeeded in tracing long-hidden payment directions.

No committees. No approvals. No red tape. Just four coders with unprecedented access and algorithms ready to run.

“The beautiful thing about payment systems,” noted a transition official watching their screens, “is that they don’t lie. You can spin policy all day long, but money leaves a trail.”

That trail led to staggering discoveries. Programs marked as independent revealed coordinated funding streams. Grants labeled as humanitarian aid showed curious detours through complex networks. Black budgets once shrouded in secrecy began to unravel under algorithmic scrutiny.

The difference between Trump’s first term and his second (acknowledged) term can be explained in two words: velocity and preparedness. In 2017, Trump’s initiatives were hampered, blindsided, litigated, and smothered in red tape. This time the Leviathan’s usual expedients are impotent. “Their traditional defenses—slow-walking decisions, leaking damaging stories, stonewalling requests—proved useless against an opponent moving faster than their systems could react. By the time they drafted their first memo objecting to this breach, three more systems had already been mapped.” And here’s the point:

“Pull this thread,” a senior official warned, watching patterns emerge across DOGE’s screens, “and the whole sweater unravels.”

He wasn’t wrong. But he misunderstood something crucial: That was exactly the point.

The left gets it. And their heads are exploding. So far, their biggest gun was the creaky cannon Judge Robart wheeled out: the emergency injunction with immediate “nationwide effect.”

The New York Times, a house organ for anti-Trump hysteria, has a long hand-wringing column about the latest wheeze. Paul A. Engelmayer, a U.S. District Judge appointed by Barrack Obama, just issued an “emergency order” to restrict Elon Musk’s and DOGE’s access to the Treasury Department’s payment and data system. He also insisted that anyone who had access to those systems after January 20 “destroy any and all copies of material downloaded from the Treasury Department’s records and systems.” Fun part: even Scott Bessent, the Secretary of the Treasury, is prohibited from looking into the corrupt structures of his own department.

Engelmayer’s order came in response to a lawsuit filed on Friday by Letitia James, Attorney General of New York and professional scourge of all things Trump, along with 18 other Democratic state attorneys general. What was the charge? The stated predicate was that by authorizing the investigation, Trump had failed in his Constitutional duty to “faithfully execute the laws enacted by Congress.” The real predicate was that Musk’s beavers were uncovering the inner mechanism of the deep state and the resulting truths were unbearable.

“Humankind,” said T. S. Eliot, in “Burnt Norton,” “cannot bear very much reality.” Similarly, Bureaucrats cannot bear very much transparency. Like vampires, the sunlight is fatal to them.

How will Trump respond? We do not know yet. I hope it will be at least partly as Andrew Jackson is said to have responded in his contretemps with Chief Justice John Marshall. In 1834, the Supreme Court determined that the Cherokee Indians owned Northern Georgia. Nevertheless, Andrew Jackson evicted the Indians, reputedly observing that Marshall “has made his decision; now let him enforce it.”

Lincoln responded in a similar fashion to Chief Justice Roger Taney in 1861. In April of that year, Lincoln suspended the writ of habeas corpus between Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia. This allowed military commanders to imprison suspected saboteurs without indictment. Taney said (in “Ex Parte Merryman”) that Lincoln did not have the authority to do this. Lincoln basically ignored him, invoking the novel doctrine of “nonacquiesence.”

As usual, Lincoln demonstrated his deep understanding of the issues involved. “Are all the laws but one to go unexecuted,” he asked Taney, “and the Government itself go to pieces lest that one be violated? Even in such a case, would not the official oath be broken if the Government should be overthrown when it was believed that disregarding the single law would tend to preserve it?”

In my view, Trump’s actions to expose the partisan corruption of the administrative state are in response to an existential threat is as grave, if less bloody, than the Civil War. The permanent bureaucracy that rules us has for decades been erecting and fortifying a nearly impenetrable edifice from which to preserve its privileges and power, stifle criticism, and export its globalist agenda. Donald Trump was elected to deconstruct that edifice. Elon Musk is one of his most potent aides in accomplishing that task. Of course, the left is hysterical. Their gravy train is being derailed before their eyes. The people who elected Trump are delighted.

I suspect that the squeals and tantrums of the ruling party and its minions will amount to no more than theater. I further suspect that Trump will resort not only to “nonacquiesence” but also to non-payment. In 2022, New York received $383 billion in federal spending. There are many ways in which Trump could stanch the flow of federal dollars to obstreperous states. I think he should consider them all. I am also happy to see some official pushback. Rep. Darrell Issa, for example, just announced that he is “immediately introducing legislation next week to stop these rogue judges and allow Trump and DOGE to tell you where government is spending your money.” Good for him.

One final suggestion. If left-wing regime-party judges can issue emergency restraining orders with “immediate nationwide effect,” why couldn’t a politically mature district judge in, say, Alabama do the same, overturning the order issued by his left-wing colleague on an “immediate, nationwide basis?” I offer the idea free and for nothing.

National Security NIGHTMARE: How Radical Trans Activists Hijacked America’s Spy Agencies.

Everything you suspected might be going on in the Federal Government these past four years is turning out to be true.

For instance, if you thought radical transgenderism was being pushed on agencies and employees to the detriment of the government's core mission, it looks like you can take off the tin foil hat. One whistleblower says it's all true, and it's probably worse than you imagined.

EXPOSED: NSA, CIA, FBI, and Others Used Government Resources to Do Absolutely Deranged, Disgusting Things

DNI Gabbard Orders Firing of Members of Pornographic LGBTQ Chat Groups in the Intelligence Community

RedState's Bonchie reported earlier this week how the National Security Agency's Interlink messaging program was used by federal employees to engage in debauched conversations about transgender fetishes and transitioning. From Bonchie:

While the mainstream press screams bloody murder over the Trump administration's trimming back of the bureaucratic state, shocking new details have emerged about how government resources were being misused. A new report from City Journal has obtained chat logs showing NSA representatives, including from the CIA and FBI, used the NSA's government interlink program to discuss various transgender fetishes and aspects of "transitioning."

The report shows topics such as "genital castration, artificial vaginas, piss fetishes, sex polycules, and gangbangs" were posted using the government system. This is what your tax dollars were going to.

On Wednesday, Christopher Rufo, a senior fellow at the Manhattan Institute and conservative commentator, pulled back the curtain even more by sharing what an NSA whistleblower revealed to him in an interview: "It's going to get people killed in the field." And that's because, as Rufo noted in the interview prologue, the shenanigans at the NSA are high stakes: "The agency is responsible for overseeing America’s digital intelligence-gathering and is, in theory, a key part of our national security apparatus." The stakes can't get much higher than that.

EXCLUSIVE: A longtime NSA insider explains how trans activists infiltrated the agency, pushed Marxist politics, and jeopardized national security. "It was like a cult that was hellbent on pushing gender ideology."

"It's going to get people killed in the field." pic.twitter.com/4ptWHzIkco
— Christopher F. Rufo ?? (@realchrisrufo) February 26, 2025

The whistleblower explained that things started out on a small scale about a decade ago -- a meeting here, a potluck there. Couched as "employee resource groups," staffers were gathered to discuss things like racism, veterans issues and, of course, gay pride. Said the whistleblower: "Then it started to get more and more. Instead of just one day a month, it was one week a month, or the whole month."

Things got really out of hand.

And then everything became Pride. You would go to a training, and it would be about “privilege” and “how to be a better ally.” A lady would give classes on how to talk “gender-neutral” to people. You had analysts that didn’t want to do the reporting they were supposed to be doing because they were going to have to report on somebody’s “dead name.” They were having this crisis of conscience about reporting the adversary’s actual name because they thought it was their “dead name,” and they didn’t want to disrespect the person. It was like a cult that was hellbent on pushing gender ideology.

When asked by Rufo about the role a "clique" of male-to-female transitioners played in spreading the trans propaganda throughout the agency, the whistleblower responded:

There is a very small number of them, but they wield an enormous amount of power. And outside of the sick stuff, you also see a prevalent Marxist philosophy going on with these people in their chat rooms. They hate capitalism. They hate Christians. They’re always espousing socialist and Marxist beliefs.

The new Director of National Intelligence, Tulsi Gabbard, oversees the NSA and has acted quickly to root out the radicals in the agency, giving a Friday deadline for identifying the participants in the smutty chats. They can all expect to get pink slips.

It's a good start, but, as the whistleblower told Rufo, it won't be easy to root them all out. "I wish I could say I see it playing out well, with them following the orders and doing it. But after the last four years, I just don’t know."