Link – RIP: Ol’ Remus and the Woodpile Report

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On July 8th we lost a legend in the online patriot community – Ol’ Remus. As you may recall, he had previously lost his wife in March of 2020 and had been posting intermittently after that. His blog had not be updated with a post since June 9th and people were starting to get concerned because, even after losing his wife, he was only disconnected for a couple of weeks. Over at Western Rifle Shooters, it was reported in a screenshot from the comments of this article at American Digest that Ol’ Remus succumbed to cancer on July 8th (he had been diagnosed only three weeks prior).

H/T to AmericanPartisan.org

I’d only started reading it in the last year or so, but I liked what I saw.

Sad story that the guy’s wife died but it’s a little less sad, IMHO, that he followed her so quickly. I’m sure the months after her passing must have been tough. It comes for us all…memento mori.

So, there’s the answer, it seems, to something more than one person asked me in comments.

19 thoughts on “Link – RIP: Ol’ Remus and the Woodpile Report”

  1. OMG, the saddest news. His blog was wonderful and full of wisdom and great commentary. This country is a much sadder place without him and his blog.

  2. This is very bad news, although it does not exactly come as a shock, given in his silence for the last few weeks.
    I looked forward each week to the latest edition to Ol Remus’s blog, and I frequently recommended to others that they read it. The varied subject matter of each week’s edition made it very much like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, “You never know what you’ll get,” but what you got was always entertaining, thought provoking, and informative.
    I had the privilege of exchanging a few emails with him a couple of years ago concerning one of his WWII photos. He stood out among bloggers for his broad knowledge of so many subjects and human endeavors, as well as his common sense approach on so many issues, political and otherwise. I told him that I considered him to be a true Renaissance Man.
    I saw a comment on another blog about Ol’ Remus’s passing, “I lost a friend I never met.” That’s the way I feel. He will be sorely missed.

    • I feel very much like Survivorman and don’t know I could have said it better. I was looking forward to reading Ol’ Remus for many more years. He helped me make at least a little sense out of the madness that seems to have gripped my beloved America.

      RIP, Remus.

  3. Have spent the last 7-9 years visiting Ol Remus & the Woodpile Report, always learning and benefitting form his Candor, Honesty, and Wisdom. We can all do our part in Honoring him by keeping the spirit with which he apparently lived alive. By choosing to investigate, question and report in the same manner in which he did. Considered him a friend although unknown, he was always welcome to kick off his shoes on my porch anytime.. He seemed to live his life to the highest caliber, reflecting true patriotism. Courage, Honesty, and calling it the way he saw it, letting the facts speak for themselves. Dear Lord – He is in your hands now- choose the use of him wisely.

  4. An oldie from Ol’ Remus:

    Ol’ Remus

    With all the recent troubles we’re again being invited to an honest and open conversation about race, or said differently, the browbeatings will be resumed. Try this for honest and open: many of us, probably most of us, are tired of your whining, your so-called grievances, your violence and crime, your insults and threats, your witless blather and pornographic demeanor—all of it. You’re not quite 13% of the population yet everything has to be about you, all day, every day. With you, facts aren’t facts, everything’s a kozmik krisis, and abusive confrontations are your go-to.

    Here’s the thing: some of us despise you, although fewer than you believe, but most of us plain don’t care about you or your doings. There was a time when we did care, but you betrayed our good will and played us for fools. We laugh about it now, but we actually believed you wanted equal opportunity and mutual respect and to live in harmony—all that stuff. Ain’t it a hoot? Imagine our embarrassment.

    We talk among ourselves just like you do. It’s true, we have “frank and open discussions” when you’re not around. Why? Partly because it’s exhausting to tippy-toe around you. Partly because you think it’s your celestial right to tell us what we can say. And partly because you’re alarmingly aggressive or painfully dim-witted by turns. We never know which “you” will pop out of the box, or when. But mainly because you’ve revealed yourself as grasping opportunists without honor or principle. There’s your deal-breaker. There’s more.

    During the recent riots you expected us to believe heisting snack food then torching the place was “standing up for justice”. When we didn’t buy it, you told us the looting and arson wasn’t done by the rioters after all, no, all the bad stuff was done by rioters from out of town. Apparently you think it makes a difference to us. And if we don’t fall for that one, you tell us you’re the real victims, you’re the ones “hit hardest” because the neighborhoods you looted and burned are, um, looted and burned.

    We’ve never stood in your way but we don’t really care if you have good neighborhoods or not. The evidence says you don’t care either, unless we build and maintain them for you, what your enablers call “investments in urban communities.” They don’t mention the return on our past “investments”. Our former neighborhoods weren’t improved by your arrival. Your contempt for ordinary civility tells us no level of “investment” would make a difference. Listen up. It’s simple. Just like our neighborhoods are our responsibility, so are your neighborhoods your responsibility, not ours. Your clownish leaders will tell you otherwise but they’ve always been your responsibility and they always will be your responsibility. Accept it or don’t, you’re the ones who live in them. There’s more.

    Your air conditioned, smart phone equipped, EBT-financed “poverty” doesn’t wash to begin with, yet you’d have us believe poverty causes crime. There’s no payday for assault and rape and random killing. Police say 20% of your criminal violence is related to dope-dealing, okay, business disputes of a sort, but it says the rest of it is largely pro bono. We also notice you have a working knowledge of jury nullification and take pride in not “snitching”, typical gang behavior.

    We say “what you think, you do. What you do, you are.” We know what you think—we hear it every waking minute. We know what you do. How could we not know what you are? Just so it gets said, crime causes poverty. It drives away productive people, their businesses and the opportunities you said you wanted. More bad news: you’re free to accuse them of anything you wish but they’re not coming back.

    Schools haven’t been educating our kids for a long time. They’re too busy conjuring up new ways to teach yours, in fact, we’re beginning to think yours are the only ones who matter. There’s always some new scheme claiming dazzling success which, in the end, amounts to handing out the answers with the tests, or taking the annoying hard stuff out of the coursework, or entering unearned grades by hand. Whatever they’re doing they’re doing it wrong. Your kids are telling us, in every way they know how, they have neither the interest nor the inclination for academics. Perhaps we should listen. If what they want is “out” it’s worth considering and probably worth encouraging.

    You tell us the schools have “failed to meet their needs.” And what are their needs, pray tell? Higher standards and tougher tests? Stricter rules and a dress code? Or some alternate universe where credit is earned for putting teachers in the ER, or for a string of abortions before the tenth grade? If you’d tell us what their needs are we’d at least know what needs we’re failing to meet. Until then we’ll mark it down for what it is, another lame excuse. They’re supposed to be schools, not day care or orphanages or theme parks.

    You pester us with the “civil rights movement” of fifty years ago as though it happened last week, with tedious 1960s footage and cloying voice-overs, in an endless loop, like Groundhog Day, decade after decade. It’s understandable, you haven’t met any real resistance since those days. Breaking news: none of it matters any more, it all devolved into just another swindle, an extortion racket, “pay up or we’ll make a stink—and the bad optics are on you”.

    Schools now teach something called White Privilege, which claims no overt act is necessary for us to be racist, in fact, absence of such acts is said to be direct evidence. It’s the “original sin” concept in a different wrapper, meaning our putative racism is bone deep and can’t be discharged by good works. Even so, they say we must atone in perpetuity for being white. They suggest we devote our lives in selfless service to you. No. Sorry. Whatever white privilege there may be, it isn’t enough. In fact, being subjected to White Privilege prattle is worth a couple of privileges.

    Speaking of privilege, 60% of your college grads—and 20% of all of you—are employed by government. The intent is to create an artificial middle class of course, hence the trivial positions with imaginative titles and weighty salaries. In the lower reaches it’s the quota hires, typically unqualified. It’s a great offer. You pretend you’re doing something useful and we pretend to believe you. The rest of your grads are largely diversity directors, window dressing, teachers of dubious “studies” and improbable “histories”, and similar warehousing schemes for the otherwise unemployable. It’s as good as it’s ever going to get, except for those on the skinny end of the bell curve—for whom we have genuine, i.e., earned respect. You’d be a fool to leave it on the table, for as long as it lasts.

    So here’s the deal. If you want to know what we really think of you, the answer is we don’t, unless you’re making yourself unavoidable or we’re cleaning up your latest mess. We can safely rely on you to make astonishingly irresponsible choices and blame us for the consequences. And you’ll demand we make good on them for you. We won’t take a chance on your sincerity ever again. Take it somewhere else, you have no credibility left with us. You’re a net liability, predictable to the point of surety. So we attend to our own lives and our own problems. It’s as it should be. We recommend it. As for you, frankly my dear, we don’t give a damn.

  6. Great sadness. I have been following him for some time and always looked forward to his posts. He will be missed by many.

  8. I enjoyed his comments – and corresponded with him occasionally. He was a true gentleman and what I would call a renaissance man. I once told him that reading his blog posts each Tuesday morning was like sitting down with a close friend over a cup of coffee. I am so sad. He will be missed.

  9. Rest in peace, you will be missed.
    I agree the above quoted column was one of his best.

    • They were ALL “one of his best”.
      Because the thing is, he’d pound out one like that any three weeks out of four, and sometimes two or five such in the same week.

      This was a humble guy running a humble blog that probably had one of the widest readerships on the conservative web, any he was relatively anonymous.

      If life were fair, he’d have had a half-hour long Sunday morning TV show on a broadcast network for twenty years, and been pulling down $1M/week for it. And if he had been, the amazing thing is that without a shadow of doubt, he’d still have been the same guy we knew and enjoyed week after week online.

      There’s darn few people I’ve ever run across about whom I can say “I wish I’d known him better, and a lot longer”, but based purely on what I know of him from his last several years of blogging, I’d carve that on a mountain or have it written in the sky.

      Folks that blessed with a lake-full of common sense, the skill to express it well, and the willingness to make the effort week in and week out for the sheer pleasure of it are rarer than hen’s teeth, and that his death diminishes everyone of us is a testament to the influence one good man can have.

      It’s not too shabby a legacy to leave standing after you’re gone, sad as it may be for those left behind, with one less lamp to light our path through life.

      My greatest confession is a tedious annoyance at saying such things only after the loss of such people, after it’s too late to tell them when they could hear it, and one thing I hope to remedy presently.

      • “My greatest confession is a tedious annoyance at saying such things only after the loss of such people, after it’s too late to tell them when they could hear it, and one thing I hope to remedy presently.”

        was there…something you wanted to tell me? 😉

  10. Thank you for passing the word, I wondered what was up. I figured it probably wasn’t good. He always posted worthwhile information and links, keeping us informed. The Bison Prepper has also gone offline and taking the snail mail route, so there are now two I enjoyed reading offline, sadly, one forever.

    • I was just going to post asking if his writings had been archived and will remain available. Thanks for the link.

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