As Mondays go, this one is definitely a pretty good one – especially in light of all of the epic WINNING!!! from last week. And, as I noted a few days ago, boy howdy was there a lot of that.

Back when Donald Trump proclaimed, with his typical grandiosity and bravura, that his supporters would get tired of all of the WINNING!!!, I honestly thought that he was just being his usual over-the-top good self. I NEVER thought for a moment that we should take him literally.

Like so many other things where the God-Emperor of Mankind is concerned, I was quite wrong and in spectacular fashion. It turns out that you can, in fact, get tired – if only just ever so slightly – of constantly winning.

Nonetheless, time and victory wait for no man, especially where the God-Emperor’s good works are concerned. So we’re going to have some good times this week, for sure. And nothing gets those good times started faster or better than the Great Mondaydact Browser Crash.

Onward and upward, then.

We start off the week with one of the finest examples of cinema verite ever filmed – a 1976 8-minute-long clip of director Claude Lelouch driving his Mercedes 450SEL 6.9L V8 sports car at absolutely INSANE speeds through the streets of Paris at about 5.30am:

Now there’s a bit of controversy about this film which has persisted through the years. Basically, that roaring engine you hear is not the Merc 450SEL – it’s actually the engine soundtrack of a Ferrari 275 GTB V12. (Is it weird to get… excited by the words, “Ferrari”, “V12”, and “275 GTB”?). The director claimed that he hit speeds of over 230Km/h, but independent tests show that he never went over 140Km/h.

And he definitely overdubbed the engine noises with a Ferrari V12, there’s no doubt about this – the director even admitted it.

On top of which, there persists a rumour to this day that French police arrested him for FLAGRANT violations of Parisian traffic laws after the film was shown. It’s unknown whether that was true or not – but what is true is that the blonde beauty at the end was his actual girlfriend at the time, Gunilla Friden.

Just goes to show that there was, in fact, a time when France was more than just a nation of “treacherous, work-shy, lamb-burning peasants”, to quote the great Captain Slow.

That was ever so long ago, though…

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#BasedTucker is based:

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Mark Dice is practically giddy with glee about the fact that His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, was acquitted by the United States Senate last week:

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The chaps from Blue Collar Logic have some good stuff for us this week:

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The Male Brain has some good stuff for us this week, starting with a black man answering the (flatly ridiculous) question of whether the God-Emperor is racist or not:

This is merely a part of a wider trend involving rich liberal white and Jewish elites telling blacks that they are too stupid and poor and ignorant to think for themselves:

One from Black Pigeon Speaks about the Big Tech cartels:

He also sent over a video about Stefan Molyneux’s thoughts on the whole Amber Heard domestic abuse situation:

Chaps, if ever there was a woman who exemplified every possible reason NOT to date a bisexual girl, Amber Heard is it.

Bisexual chicks often look spectacular – they have knockout bodies, beautiful faces, and extremely seductive and powerful personalities.

But they are nuttier than fruitcakes.

DON’T date them. And don’t EVER put a ring on them. I don’t care if the sex is of the claw-marks-on-the-back-bites-on-the-neck-bed-on-fire variety. The price that you will pay, sooner or later, in the form of extreme psychological abuse and highly destructive, violent mood swings and temper tantrums, is far too high.

Oh, and in case you didn’t watch the Oscars – who does anymore? – Dawn Pine has found some good breakdowns of their stupidity for you:

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Speaking of condescending liberals and black people, is always amusing to see the huge difference between the way that white liberals look at black people, and the way that black people look at themselves:

It’s pointless to argue that “liberals are the real racists”. This is ineffective rhetoric because liberals don’t care about being described as racist – whereas conservatives, and especially cuckservatives, really do.

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Lord Razorfist has some truly hilarious commentary to add to the tremendous cock-up that was the Daemoncratic caucus – not a primary, a caucus – in Iowa:

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Your motivation for the day:

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The lovely and charming Brittany Sellner has some good stuff to add about women who hate men:

Such “women” are not feminine in any way. They hate men because they hate themselves. They are the female equivalent of loser Gammas.

Mrs. Sellner also has a good breakdown of the latest revelations in the Amber Heard abuse case – where it becomes very clear that Ms Heard was the abuser, not Mr. Depp:

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You know how I often mock liberaltards and Daemoncrats by saying that they don’t have the sense that God gave a honey badger?

Here’s what that means in practical terms:

Apparently the only thing that terrifies a honey badger is a flying arsenal of razor-sharp beak and claws called a golden eagle, which is so scary that it can and does attack bears in the wild – and sends them running off in terror.

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Speaking of Daemoncrats not having the sense God gave a honey badger…:

As long as the economy stays strong and stable, the God-Emperor’s re-election is more or less a lock.

Pray for the God-Emperor, my friends. He’s going to need the help and the protection. He is the greatest President that we’ve been lucky enough to see in our lifetimes – but the thing you have to understand is that what he gives to us is in proportion to what we give to him.

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I actually had to go look up that line about “I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul”. Turns out, it was from a movie called Billy Madison, which I’ve never, ever seen – because I don’t watch Adam Sandler films much anymore.

The actual scene has to be witnessed in all of its wonderfully insulting glory:

Next time you want to destroy someone’s reputation in public – just quote those last 30 seconds or so.

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If you thought Hollyweird was sick before, you didn’t know anything like what potentially goes on in it:

I make no representations whatsoever as to the veracity of the claims in that video. I have no idea whether the stomach-churning stuff that the guy talks about there are true. I pray to God that they are not.

But somehow, it would not greatly surprise me to see that they are.

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Our beloved and dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) has some very harsh words for those of us who fell for the Gospel of the Crazy Christ:

The problem is that I told everyone what Jordan Peterson was the moment I started paying any attention to him. I saw through his act at first glance and immediately observed several points of evidence that strongly indicated he had a disordered mind and a deceptive character. Yet four out of five people WHO HAD FOLLOWED ME FOR YEARS reacted angrily and insisted that I had to be wrong, despite the fact that there was absolutely ZERO evidence to support their position. And by zero evidence, I mean none whatsoever. Even the most cursory reading of anything he had ever written, dating all the way back to college, was sufficient to cast doubt on the man. It was one of the strangest things I’ve observed in the history of the blog.

There is no intellectual defense for that kind of reaction. This is precisely why I say MPAI. Most people are idiots, by which I mean that they are primarily driven by what makes them feel good at the moment, which is another way to say that they are predominately ruled by rhetoric. That is just as true of Avalanche, and the majority of people here – albeit a smaller majority than the norm – as it is of society in general. An idiot, to me, is anyone who believes, contra all philosophy, science, and history, that the truth of the matter is, or even can be, determined on the basis of his feelings about it.

Even when Protagoras says “man is the measure of all things” he is not referring to any one individual man, much less that man’s feelings at a particular point in the space-time continuum.

These things are what they are. But don’t say there is no shame in them. It’s not for the rhetorical to judge or absolve the rhetorical, it is for those who are less susceptible to rhetoric to judge them. There were massive quantities of evidence indicating that Jordan Peterson was a fraud, and yet very, very few of his fans placed any weight on any of that preponderance of evidence, simply because he made them feel good for one reason or another.

If you fell for Peterson, then you should be ashamed and you should admit it to yourself. You should explore the reasons why you did so and why you were susceptible to his con. And you should do so in order to prevent yourself from falling just as readily for the very next fraud to come along. In fact, I would even suggest that the desire to explain away one’s feeling of shame is indicative of the very vulnerability that led to the feeling in the first place.

I will stick my hand up and admit that I got taken in by at least some of what The Crazy Christ had to say. I was especially delighted to see him methodically dismantle Cathy Newman in that now-classic Channel 4 interview. Looking back on it now, though, I do wonder whether what we saw was nothing more than what the (((media elites))) wanted us to see.

I didn’t do my homework and look at what the man was actually saying – not least because his speaking and writing styles are confused, dense, and impenetrable. There are good reasons for this. If anyone could penetrate through the word-smog that the Crazy Christ puts out, then he would quickly see that there is nothing there, at all.

Vox Day did the work. He checked. He looked. And he saw nothing but an artificial creation. Then he called it to people’s attention – and they reacted like vampires exposed to sunlight.

Those of us who have since seen some sense and admitted that we were wrong to put any trust in Prof. Peterson are better off for it. But those who continue to insist, without foundation or merit, that Jordan B. Peterson represents any kind of role model for success for today’s lost young men, are simply delusional.

And, as I have learned to my considerable cost throughout my life, trying to make delusional people see sense is far more trouble than it is worth.

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The Drinker finds that not all of the Scotch in his native land is enough to make Star Trek: Picard any better:

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Midnight’s Edge looks at the rumours swirling around the reasons why the next Star Trek movie was cancelled – apparently because it was “too Trekky”, i.e. too faithful to the original lore and canon, and therefore actually likely to be GOOD:

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Gary from Nerdrotic analyses the numbers behind The Fall of Skywalker and shows just how big a stinkbomb that giant turd sandwich of a movie really was:

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60 Minutes Australia has a go at the Joint Strike Flying Piano, interviews some of its pilots, and finds that it might just have a few good points:

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Linkage is good for you:

• The Scots cannot figure out for themselves whether they should leave the UK or not – but the UK would be infinitely better off without them;
• An “adult” matchmaking game company knows quite well not to let a good crisis go to waste;
• A former porn star is set to marry a Swedish tattooed Beta-cuck – try to look at pictures of the guy without cringing;
• The ex-President of Georgia has some controversial, and possibly quite true, things to say about Ukraine since the CIA-backed toppling of its government in 2014;
• Winners recognise and support other winners;
• And whiny losers annoy everyone, even fellow losers;
• Does the Devil Mouse embed subliminal messages and pro-gay propaganda in its movies? Read for yourself and decide;
• Despite the heavy pressure of international sanctions, the Iranians have managed to build a decent air force for themselves;
• The latest Charles Murray book is out, and it looks to be pretty good;
• The fact that the blessings of the Plague-God Nurgle were spread by Corona-chan from China is not accidental;
• A classic post from Martin Berkhan concerning how to stop screwing around in the gym;

Some good stuff from The Male Brain as well:

• “Saint Pete of the Left” is actually a pretty funny moniker – especially given that the guy is queer as a three-dollar bill;
• A classic post from the Captain about what makes a man worthwhile and decent and good;
• The real reason why Israeli Arabs strongly resist an independent Palestinian state is because they REALLY don’t want to live in one;
• Some mad people in Finland actually went to the trouble of checking whether only assholes drive Mercs, and concluded that actually, nice people drive them too – now if only they could repeat the same method to see if only cocks drive Audis and Beemers;
• And for your “Science is freaking WEIRD” moment of the week – apparently one of the biggest and oldest galaxies in existence suddenly went quiet in terms of star formation, which may or may not be an ominous sign (and the telescope array that they’re using to monitor it is called, and I’m not making this up, “Keck”);

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While we’re on the subject of St. Pete “Alfred E. Neumann” Buttypants:

Let’s be clear about something: the Daemoncrats are unbelievably stupid.

Think about this carefully. Which voter blocs do the Daemoncrats depend on most heavily to secure their power?

Blacks, who vote something like 90% Daemoncrat these days, and Hispanics.

What do those two groups have in common?

A deep dislike of gays.

So if St. Pete wins the nomination – which I do not for one moment believe he will – then the Daemoncrats can kiss their electoral hopes in 2020 goodbye. Blacks simply will not vote for a chocolatier. Either they will stay home, or vote for the God-Emperor instead.

Stock up on the beer and popcorn, boys. TRUMPSL!DE 2020 is going to be GLORIOUS.

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Dawn Pine sent over a really hilarious head-scratcher of a news article earlier – apparently, the first Harry Potter book is now available in Yiddish, in Sweden, where Yiddish is an official language, and it was translated by the son of an Indian-American convert to Judaism who was himself a Yiddish poet and scholar.

As of Friday, the first book in the Harry Potter series is available in Yiddish.

“Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” in the UK, or “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone,” as it is known in the United States, was released in Yiddish by the Swedish publisher Olniansky Tekst Farlag. Yiddish is an official language in Sweden.

It was translated by Arun Viswanath, 29, the son of an Indian-American father and American Yiddish-language poet Gitl Schaechter-Viswanath, author of the “Comprehensive English-Yiddish Dictionary.”

I literally can’t even thing of anything to say to that one, other than maybe this:

Stories like that are proof that fact absolutely is stranger than fiction.

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Your long read of the week concerns our Mountain Man Roosh, as he gives details about how he bent the knee and proclaimed Christ as Lord;

There were two little accidents that were important in my turn towards faith. The first was my baptism in an Armenian Orthodox church at the age of 9. My mother never forced me to go to church, but she did force me to get baptized. Thirty years later, it was a simple matter to go right back to the same church as the same spiritual child.

The second accident was reading Darwinian Fairytales by David Stove in early 2015. As a trained scientist, the biggest blockage I had for turning to God was the supposed infallibility of evolution. We were not created by God, I believed, but evolved over billions of years from a primordial soup that randomly developed consciousness. Stove’s book poked so many holes into my faith of evolution that I could intellectually and rationally discard it as the main theory for explaining how humans were created. There are evolutionary aspects to how God maintains the natural world, but evolution was not our creator. In fact, I only had to look at my own behavior to realize that there was nothing evolutionary about my sterile pursuit of fornication, which I claimed to base on “biology.” Once this key blockage was removed, the gate to Heaven was open.

I thought most people found God through the Bible, that you just had to read it once and then you’d have faith, but this is not the case. I needed to witness the growth of evil around me and I needed to experience a loss that I couldn’t explain, understand, or solve, a loss that would shatter my delusions and reveal the true state of my wretchedness. Only then could I set aside my pride and stop seeing myself as my own god that had everything figured out. Only then could I humble myself before God and beg him for help. And then God gave me the best gift of my life—the gift of faith. Since prostrating myself before Him, I have been given new eyes, new ears, and a new heart that I can now use in this new life. Thank you, Lord, for this gift.

If ever there were proof of the healing, redeeming, transformative power of the Holy Spirit, that, right there, is it.

I’ve been following Roosh’s writing for years. If you read his early works, you will come across exactly the angry and bitter tone that he refers to in his piece. You will see that he was driven entirely by earthly lusts and desires. He had no greater purpose in his life, and was content simply to follow the usual masculine advice of “get swole, get rich, get laid”.

I’m NOT saying that this is bad advice – because it isn’t, not exactly. But it has no purpose beyond itself. There is nothing to work towards, nothing to build for, nothing to look at with joy and pride.

Roosh has received a truly priceless and wonderful gift – the same gift that all of us receive when we bend the knee and proclaim Christ as King, and swear allegiance to God the Father of Jesus Christ of Nazareth. He has received discernment, understanding of things far greater than himself, far more wonderful than he could possibly have imagined before.

And given how badly he treated women before – and therefore, how badly he treated himself – I do think that, when he finds a woman who shares his deep faith in God and his love of the Truth, she will be a very lucky girl now that he has transformed and changed.

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Now here are a couple of heartwarming stories involving the Neo-Tsar. Turns out that there is a young blind girl living in Kazan in Russia who dreamed of interviewing someone famous, because she has ambitions to become a journalist.

None other than the Neo-Tsar himself answered her request and granted her an interview:

In dark times like these, it is important to take hope and inspiration wherever we can. That lovely, soft-spoken, gentle young lady right there is the living, breathing definition of those words.

She is completely blind. Yet she has poise and maturity far beyond her years. She does not simply sit back and wait for things to happen, but instead tries hard to live a full life.

As for the Neo-Tsar himself – a lot is often made about how cold and calculating he is. I don’t doubt that he is. You do not rule over the largest country on Earth, in terms of landmass, without being a very cold and dangerous shark. That is certainly what Putin is.

But there is also no doubt that he is fundamentally a caring and decent man, in his own strange way.

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History lessons of the week:

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Wazzocks gonna wazzock:

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Comedy hour, starting with Norm Macdonald shitting ALL OVER Hillary Clinton:

I’m just gonna say this in advance, for the record:

Norm Macdonald did not kill himself.

He sure killed it with his take on the Clintons, though.

And some more from the same chap:

When it comes to comedy that is both very funny and somehow deeply moving as well, you simply do not get better than Blackadder:

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Pics, guns, girls – and good golly Miss Molly but what a week full of WINNING!!! we’ve had:

Headlines time, and Floriduh Man is keeping a suspiciously low profile:

Your “Stupidity is Sexually Transmitted” moment of the week:

Your “Midget Warriors” moment of the week:

Your “Height Supremacist” moment of the week:

I’m not even going to try to caption this one:

Your “EYE BLEACH! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, EYE BLEACH!!!” moment of the week:

Your “Monkeying About” moment of the week:

Your “Rub a Leprechaun for Luck” moment of the week:

Your “Research Grant” moment of the week:

CAN. CONFIRM.

OK, am I the ONLY one here who would watch the shit out of that show?

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Your dog of the week is the Afghan Shepherd, or kuchi:

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Gym idiots time, sadly…:

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Your gym BEAST of the week is someone a bit different. I’ve referenced the words and wisdom of world-renowned strength coach Pavel Tsatsouline many times here, and with good reason. The man is a true font of knowledge about training methods, recovery strategies, and conditioning techniques.

Listen to his advice, learn from it, and improve your lifting and life in the process:

Listening to Pavel talk is a pretty cool experience. He’s not just a gym beast – he’s a cerebral gym beast.

I’ve met many guys like that in my time – who are scary good at fighting or lifting or whatever. But only a tiny handful have ever been able to explain what they do, and how to replicate it, in quiet, calm, cerebral fashion.

One of those men was an amateur MMA fighter and senior instructor at my martial arts school. Another is Dominick Cruz, former UFC bantamweight division champion and easily a contender for the bantamweight division GOAT. (I’ve never met him, though.)

Pavel Tsatsouline is another just like them.

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Jeff Cavaliere

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Alan Roberts has some very good – and highly profane – advice for those of you who want to really ramp up your workout intensity and mindset:

He’s right about not caring too much about the numbers beyond a certain point.

I am nowhere NEAR my one-rep maxes from 4-6 years ago these days. My body simply hurts too much to go anywhere near those levels.

But I get my ass into the gym 5 days a week, for as many weeks as I can, barring any unanticipated bullshit – like having to fit errands for other people around their schedules and the awful traffic in this city, or random stupid gym closures for “maintenance days” with barely 24 hours’ notice.

And I still lift at a level and with an intensity that guys ten years younger than me cannot manage.

And that’s what keeps me strong and tough – CONSISTENCY.

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Here’s your Buakaw Beatdown of the Week:

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#TheGodsMadeHeavyMetal

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And finally here’s your Instathot for the first day of the week. Her name is Tawny Jordan, age 28 from Peoria, IL, and she is apparently some sort of international glam and lingerie model who displays photos from her “daily life” on Instagram.

Never mind that her daily life is distinctly more well-heeled than you might expect even a moderately successful model to achieve.

That’s it for this Mondaydact Browser Crash, chaps. Get out there and start with the CRUSHING. I know it’s a bloody cold February in most parts of the USA (and UK, and Russia) right now, but as always, SJW skulls do not turn themselves into drinking goblets, so get to work.

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