Sunday, July 05, 2015

Stereo. Typical.

Commentor Sean's description of his admirable priest-uncle reminded me a some thoughts I had back in 2009 about how Hollywood and entertainment in general portray priests.

a. heartless orthodox organization men bent on political power
b. the misunderstood (usually lefty rebel) victims of the above men
c. tortured but hot semi-believers having an affair (straight or gay)
d. doddering clueless old capons with all the testosterone of Barney the Dinosaur*
e. nutcase exorcists or apocalyptic conspiracy freaks

And nowadays, of course,

f. sexually twisted creeps, interested in diddling kids.

If I recall The X-Files corpus, they managed to hit pretty well all of these cartoons. At least once.


*This is the standard Protestant pastor. A variation was Stephen Collins in 7th Heaven, a very popular TV program about a pastor and his family. In real life the handsome Mr Collins is as confusedly unmoored as his character: he's an Episcopalian who's an Advanced Yogic Flying practitioner of Transcendental Meditation.

Produced by Reb Aaron Spelling, the show was all about wholesome but undogmatic moralism and good advice but almost completely empty of anything actually Christian. Unitarian in practice. (I can't imagine Reb Spelling and his ilk portraying a rabbi as some kind of non-denominational Dear Abby...but keeping the shell and eviscerating the meaning is a standard tactic with people like him.)


(Black) Chicago as usual

And Chicago is just one city.  A 7 year-old among the 4 dead and 27 wounded.  Though it's a huge improvement from last Independence Day: 16 dead and 82 shot.

One messed up White kid takes out several Blacks and it's a national emergency.

Amongst their own, they do this all the time. Every weekend.

The Number One cause of death for Black Males 15-34 is murder.

And Blacks are murdered by other Blacks 93% of the time.

Yet, in the face of massive evidence that even their allies produce, we are told by "Josh Sugarmann" that "every American should be ashamed" of how these people regularly off each other. He puts it this way:

"...our nation's gun violence epidemic places a disproportionate burden on African Americans."

Get that? As if some alien force has loaded their poor innocent shoulders with a "disproportionate burden" they have nothing to do with...Like an airborne plague or a meteor from outerspace.

But it's not "our nation's" gun violence. It's theirs. Their nation's. Because they "disproportionately" kill each other. I am not "ashamed" of it because it has nothing to do with me and mine.

The Blackactivists and the SJW's tell us that #BlackLivesMatter. 

Apparently #BlackLivesDontMatterToOtherBlacks


Sunday morning July 2015

The bright sun, blue sky and freshly made Pacific air flowing in from the ocean. Crossing the quiet street to buy a muffin for my coffee. People playing with their dogs and their little kids. Birds singing in the backyard. The occasional car going by. Quiet. The bell ringing for 10 o'clock Mass at Holy Redeemer. Mr B calls to check in, give me grief, and make me laugh, and make me happy that I know him.

How many people in history have enjoyed Sunday mornings as wonderful as this?


Sunburned skin has now turned hard and started to flake off. Makes me realize how common this was for me as a boy and how long it's been since it last happened. Sunscreen: yet another major civilizational advance by the West. I recall the first time I tested it out, a weekend in Provincetown. I sat on the beach for hours in the sun. That night, nothing. It was miraculous.

If only my birthfather had been Italian rather than a tall, pale Celt marrying into a family of tall, pale Nordics. Summers would have been less painful.


I ordered something from Amazon. They predicted delivery on Sunday July 5. I thought it was a mistake. But I opened the door this morning and there it was. Amazon delivers on Sunday.


My friend L emailed me about the boy-boy wedding she came to town for: "Imagine My Big Fat Greek Wedding meets Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert meets The Birdcage."

My contribution to a comments exchange on an Orthodox site, where a gay couple were whining that refusing to marry them "robbed them of hope." (They always personalize everything, the lefty victims: If you don't give me what I want, gay puppies will be slaughtered and it will be your fault! The teenager blackmail approach...)
I am a long-time “out” guy and happy to be who I am, although it made staying within the Church impossible for me. I value the Church now for one reason only: its solitary resistance against the genderist destruction of male-female difference in service of the larger Leftist program of entirely destroying the West, aka the erstwhile European Christendom of Latins, Orthodox and Protestants. (Of the churches’ treasonous complicity in replacing those peoples with masses of Third World invaders, it is better to pass over in silence, however.) 
That said, I am very disappointed in my “gay” brethren for fixating on marriage as their obsession du jour for validation and societal status. Politically, it is clearly a power move. But archetypally, it is a huge mistake. 
I am all in favor of long and stable bonds between same-sex partners. I am blessed to have one myself. But what marriage sacramentalizes is not generic; it is specifically the fruitfulness (literal and metaphorical) of male-female union. To me, gay “marriage” is straight drag; the clothes are hand-me-downs and ill-fitting. 
“Internalized homophobia” is a regular issue in the gay world. The sad irony is that the biggest societal triumph of gays is precisely that: a failure to valorize their own unique capacities, precisely as lovers, friends and kin… of the same sex… in exchange for a self-colonizing and “heteronormative” imitation. For a group that so trumpets its creativity, it shows a massive lack of imagination.
I remember the interim period between Defiant Queerness and Complete Assimilation when straights would inquire of a gay couple about who was the husband and who was the wife. Outrage would follow: What makes you think we have to mimic your pathetic gender-based role games? Well, twenty years later: ta-dah! Gay Marriage.

Like I say, massive failure of imagination...and self-regard.


I am a big fan of my own coffee.  Half French Roast, half Espresso. Thick, dark, strong, wonderful. I only drink it in the morning and rarely have coffee after that. But I really like having it in the morning. I am not at all grumpy on waking but I am a bit ungainly till the caffeine hits. When I used to go and stay for long periods with my Mom and Dad, I'd bring my own blend and had my own coffee maker. Aside from that, I was a very easy and cooperative guest. But I couldn't drink the swill my Dad made.


The rats leaving the sinking ship. All the White Males --politicians, businesses, even NASCAR-- damning Donald Trump for his sacrilege against the Holy Mexicans and the Holy Immigrants, both of which groups are sacred and noble. Mr B offered to use a Macy's gift card he got to buy something for me that I have been wanting. No way am I gonna give money to Macy's. Fuck 'em.  Fuck 'em all.

Can there be a political attitude which is not suicidal, other than this?

If it's good for White Men, then I'm for it.
If it's not, I'm agin it. 

And if my enemies want to call ExCathedra a "racist," or "supremacist," or "nationalist," what's that to me?

After all, what's a "multiculturalist" but a fancy decoy name for a People of Color supremacist?
The same Leftist hivemind which now assures us that the outcome of their Social Justice War will be a raceless society are the same ones who laid waste to the earth and destroyed a hundred million lives and even more souls with their promise of a classless society.

Not one single loss or damage to White Men since WWII has been put in effect without either the active cooperation or the willing permission of White Men. (I used to be one of them.) What we have lost, we have lost by our own choices. Every single time.

And even if, as many of the men I read are convinced, The Tribe had a massive hand in it all, still, we let them.

One of the great mysteries of history one day --if our people are still around to ask the question-- will be how the men of the most successful race and culture in history suddenly, so swiftly and so willingly. lost all self-confidence and slit their own throats to appease people who loathed them.

It beggars belief.


I need more coffee!


Saturday, July 04, 2015

Nice diversion

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4 July

A Yankee by tradition, I never thought I'd be featuring the flag of the Confederacy here, especially on Independence Day, but the events of the last while make it seem the right thing to do. Along with the reverse US flag --a distress signal-- with its divided stars...

I guess we're all trans-Confederates now.

The Seven-Headed Beast:
multiculturalism, genderism, redistributionism,
globalism, pacifism, secularism, environmentalism

Makes this 4th a sad day for me.


PS. The picnic turned out well. Nice weather, good food, and pleasant banter. There was a #BlackLivesMatter button present at the table but no mayhem ensued. Longterm friendships trumped current opinions.

Friday, July 03, 2015


Unless you've been to seminary or some such theological locus, the name of Friedrich Schleiermacher  is blessedly unknown to you.

He was a very big deal in the Protestant church world in the 19th century. Like so many who bobbed around in Kant's wake, he tried to re-establish religion on non-metaphysical foundations.

But he wrote a set of lectures whose title has stayed with me, even as the content remains foggy:
On Religion: Speeches To Its Cultured Despisers.

Religious liberals all follow in Schleiermacher's footsteps in that they pitch their doctrines and disciplines to please the group that is least likely to appreciate their efforts, the Cultured Despisers.

Religious liberals, and political and social conservatives who continue to play the game within the boundaries and according to the rules, quite underestimate, I think, the contempt in which they are held by their secular counterparts.

Any attempt to accomodate them, even if praised in public as wisdom, is despised in private as weakness. I think of hapless George Bush's attempt to work with Ted Kennedy on education bills.

The school of marital therapy that I generally follow holds that while conflict is painful, it is not nearly as important as the capacity to recover from it. Couples who clash frequently may in fact be just fine, as long as they have an established and non-crazy route to reconnection. The greatest sign of marital failure is when, in the presence of others especially, one party expresses contempt for the other, from a position of superiority. When this happens, the relationship is pretty well dead and divorce is almost a certainty.

Unless you are entranced or blind or tone-deaf, it's pretty clear that the liberal attitude toward religion --real religion, not Liberalism itself-- is contempt, from a position of superiority. And frankly, it is only contempt for actual Christianity. Islam, as we know, being a code for People Of Color, is kowtowed to and never critiqued. Its most basic features are denied in order to maintain the larger Narrative.

And Judaism, protected by the religion of Holocaustianity, is likewise danced around. Liberalism is so disproportionately dominated by secular Jews --who make up the great majority of Jews in the world now-- that actual Judaism is usually ignored unless attacking something in Israel. And it would be naive of me to think that the large Jewish energy in Liberalism had nothing to do with its loathing of Christians. (Thank you, once again, alas, Dennis Praeger.)

Watching all the happy Episcopalians congratulating themselves on their new Black head bishop and their gay wedding rites makes me shake my head. The passengers on the Titanic cheering for the iceberg. And the moribund German Catholic Church, pushing to allow divorced-and-remarried Catholics to receive's pathetic. As with the Protestants and gays, in order to please a very tiny minority, these churches gut themselves on the altar of pleasing the Cultured Despisers. Even the Mormons just donated several thousand dollars to an LGBT homeless youth program in Utah. If they think that will soften the loathing of the gays toward them, they are deluded.

As some wise man said, The lion and I may be brothers, but the lion does not know that.

Part of my move from conservative to reactionary is the realization of the depth of the contempt that the Left has for the Right. (And I confess right away that it is reciprocated heartily by me.) But in a political climate where the other side of the aisle is no longer your competitor or even antagonist but your deadly enemy, who wants not only to win the discussion but to humiliate and erase you, seeing all conflicts as battles in a war is the only way it makes sense to me now.

And divorce, at some point, seems the terrible but only non-suicidally crazy option.


Thursday, July 02, 2015

Personal Non-Political

I'm hosting a picnic tomorrow out near the Golden Gate Bridge.

The occasion is my dear friend L, who is coming into town for the gay wedding of her nephew and his Caribbean doctor-dancer boyfriend. She's bringing her longtime girlfriend (17 years?) and I am pretty sure they are planning their wedding now.

Participating will be my ex and his current beau of several years...7 years together?
Last time the subject came up, my ex was against gay marriage. He said gay men were
too immature to handle it. That what they really wanted was the wedding, not the marriage.

Plus my retired and single bodybuilder pal and his wolf-hybrid dog are coming.

And Mr B and me. (8 years in August).

All, whatever label they take or don't, fall to the homerotic side of the scale.

All but me vote constantly for Democrats, though one is a Green and does the Dems as lesser of evils, as I have done with Republicans always.

Two cisgender females and five cisgender males, plus a neutered male dog with a girl's name.
Except for the dog, a shameful lack of trans energy...So it'll be LBG but not T.

One Black (with streaks of Indian, Indonesian, Dutch and English), the rest quite White. (L's family came over on the Mayflower!)

Two non-practicing Catholics, one Christian atheist...don't ask..., a New Age shaman, a skeptic with Buddhist and AmerIndian sympathies, a Unitarian minister and an Episcopalian.

Two, at least, in earnest favor of gay marriage.

Two clearly against; maybe three.

Two others unknown but likely supporters or I-dont-give-a-damns.

I've known them from 30 years (L) to 8 years (Mr B).

Ages from 53 to 70.

This particular grouping has never happened before.

Wish us luck!


Liberals as teenagers

The point of Liberalism is that every group that has been unhappy or unfulfilled or insufficiently recognized or celebrated by the (Western) world before 1960 must now be given everything they want.

Everybody has won and all must have prizes!, as the Dodobird said in Alice in Wonderland.

And, of course, when you give everyone who's dissastisfied what they want, --gee,why did no one else ever come up with this plan before?-- what then could possibly go wrong?

Plus,we all know the legendary responsiblity shown by teenagers when they are put in charge...


Wednesday, July 01, 2015

U toob thawts

Spent some time wandering around YouTube.

Computer geeks either speak fluent English with a really bad foreign accent or if native speakers, mush and run everything together fast. Like most intellectuals, they don't realize the difference between what they think in their head and what comes out of their mouths.

The occasional transgender strikes me as someone born in the wrong body, but most of them strike me as troubled adolescents. And boring, teeth-grindingly inarticulate ones at that. The ones who annoy me most are those who wanna join the tribe of guys and at the same time do a feminist dump on men or on "binary" gender. Narcissists who just want the world to celebrate whatever mood they're in.

The bond that some men make with wild animals is jaw-dropping. With lions, with gorillas, polar bears, even alligators. Magical. And watching dogs and human babies interact is a hoot.

You can learn to do a whole host of things via YouTube videos. Quick access to a range of handyman skills. Very useful.

In the wake of the Supreme Court's invention of a constitutional right of genderless marriage, the outpouring of snark, vitriol, contempt and loathing from the triumphant Left is...well, typical.

Why do so many militant atheists --all males-- troll religious sites? Can't get a date, I reckon.

Sore feet

Did a 9-mile hike with Mr B yesterday, up to the northernmost point of Point Reyes. Hadn't done any hiking since last summer, really. The Death Valley trip in February had only a two-hour trek in it. So I wound up with blisters and a sunburn, for the first time in years and years.

Blisters means time for new boots. The really nice set that he gave me for my birthday in 2008 have passed their date. Will try to replace them with the closest model, since the company, of course, no longer makes this model, one of its most popular of all time.

What is it with people, that they can't leave well enough alone? It's such a frequent occurrence, that people find they can't replace a product they like because someone else has decided to "improve" it.

We moved through the Tule Elk Reserve, and to our astonishment, saw a ton of elk! Three groups of about two or three dozen each: a group of bulls, a group of females with some young males, and large group of females reigned over by a single bull.  Impressive animals.

These are not the largest by far. When we did see a very dominant male
with an impressive set of antlers, Mr B could not restrain himself.
Said, "Nice rack!"

Even though the area is also a cougar habitat, I can't imagine that the cats are able to keep the herds small enough. I suspect they have to cull them, but keep it quiet. Animal lovers can be utterly irrational about things that Mother Nature, oblivious either to compassion or cruelty, handles every minute.

There was a light fog and wind, so the parts of the landscape you could see kept changing. We sat down for lunch near a high rock, a bright spot surrounded by fog.

All of a sudden it melted away and we discovered that there was ocean on one side and bay on the other.

Though it's really kinda late in the season for it, much of the peninsula was covered in yellow flowering bushes.

Mr B was in a bit of a tense mood. Something that, for him, is vanishingly rare. We talked a bit about the reason --some family stuff-- and then let nature take its course. He revived a bit later and was his usual chipper self. Even his tenseness is easy to handle: he's just quieter than usual and doesn't laugh at his own jokes as much. For a lot of people, his tense mood would be an evolutionary leap forward!

Stopped in San Rafael for Italian dinner, then took our pooped selves home and slept like rocks.

I love days like that.


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