Tuesday, October 21, 2014

What If Black America Were Its Own Country?


ExCathedra has finally given up on a life-long belief/assumption that the racial divide in the US is a problem that can be solved. IMNSHO, the races are implacable enemies and the problem is insoluble.


In St Louis


Making believe that Blacks and Whites belong together in a single country makes less sense than imagining you could combine Germany and Poland and make it work. After 50 years of endless cost in treasure and law and culture change, and blood, things are definitely not better between us.

The Civil Rights thing has turned out to be a huge failure, where the always-failing minority is constantly blaming the functional majority for its own flaws.  As I have crudely mentioned on more than one occasion, Blacks are forever complaining that Whites are "keeping them down", when the truth is that we are the only thing keeping them up.

If Black America were a separate country, it would be a Third World basket case.

Even CoastalElite mouthpiece The Atlantic says so... (although they assume, I'm sure, that this is Whites' fault. I await Ta-Nehisi Coates' louder cries for "reparation.")

What If Black America Were a Country? - The Atlantic:



As very Beyond The Pale blogger and author Paul Kersey points out, you can try to ignore the Bell Curve, but it will not ignore you.

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Men and Women R Different


And, in fact, opposite sexes:

Affirmative Resentment | Chateau Heartiste:

It's true of everyone that their actions are more telling than their words and that their own awareness of their true desires cannot be trusted.

With women, it's more than doubly true.



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Stalin and Sappho's Love Child

Houston, We Have a Gender-Blind Public-Restroom Problem - Taki's Magazine:

Jim Goad, at it again. Very funny. And all too twoo.

Read it all. But here's two good snippets:

The lesbian mayoress apparently expects us to believe that
if a biological male claims he’s a woman and is forbidden to use the ladies’ bathroom at Starbucks to piss away his Pumpkin Spice Latte, it is a human-rights issue rather than a case of an annoying drama queen with nothing better to do.

And on the tyranny of what he well calls "microscopic* minorities":
Until convinced otherwise, I will continue to believe that “rights” can only be taken and never given. I will also continue to suspect that the struggle over these illusory and unquantifiable “rights” has nothing to do with freedom and is instead a battle over power. I should be used to it by now, but it continues to depress me when I observe the formerly “oppressed” morphing into despots the moment they get their claws on the whip handle. 
*(Transgenders are about 3/1000 percent of the population. 003%.)


From my years working in gay/lesbian environments --including dealing with lesbian nuns while I was a cleric-- I hold the impression that the most grimly Stalinist types are almost always the dykes.

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Monday, October 20, 2014

Blast from the past

Don't ask me how, but at dinner tonight with Mr B, the subject of learning to read a foreign language with a different alphabet came up. Though he speaks Spanish and Italian, both of these use the Latin alphabet and he thought it would be very difficult to add both foreign tongue and strange script. I opined that it was not that hard, really.

And for some reason, went and got my old Greek New Testament to show him.


The Gospel according to Luke, Chapter 6
The whole New Testament is in Greek, with exception of a few places
where Jesus is quoted directly in Aramaic,
his native tongue.

I've always loved and been fascinated by languages. I've read Latin well, done ok with New Testament Greek, and spoken and written French, Italian, Spanish and even German for a while. A smattering of Hebrew. Had a brief go at easy but oddly boring Esperanto and was defeated by Irish, whose spelling makes English seem as rational as Spanish spelling (which is very rational). For example, the Irish word for "almighty", uilechumhachtaigh, is pronounced illi-hoo-atah. You get my point. Even though Hebrew is in a completely different alphabet, written right to left, and uses little marks in place of vowels, I found it a more accessible tongue than the language of my Hibernian ancestors. It's written as pronounced. Fifty years after the founding of modern Israel, Israelis all speak Hebrew. Ireland has been independent since the early 20th century and no more than 10% speak Irish, despite 12 years of compulsory teaching in schools. But, Jews are smarter than Gaels, and Hebrew is easier than Irish. So there we are.

Though I neither speak nor understand any other foreign lingo, I can recognize the script of very many and can tell from listening whether someone is speaking Korean, Mandarin or Japanese.

When I was a seminarian in Rome, in some of my free time I used to work my way through the various New Testament texts. I later referred to this volume when I was a pastor and a preacher. Not for the congregation, who cared very little about the original languages, but for myself. It's one thing to read the Bible in translation and another one to know that you are reading the very words of the original, it its original 2000 years-ago tongue. It's always struck me that Koine Greek had a single verb for "to be crucified together with"....sunstaurosqunai. 

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Saturday, October 18, 2014

Your Saturday Morning Hunk


Had an email correspondence with this extremely fine-looking fella several years ago. Visually, he is really extraordinary. However, I found the labyrinths in his head too labyrinthine even for me.

(If you're shallow enough to wanna see more of him, here he is.)

My own local hunk makes me very happy. He has a merry-go-round in his head. Much easier to understand and way more fun to ride. Gold rings abound.

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Friday, October 17, 2014

Episcopal antics

 "If I must speak the truth, I feel disposed to shun every conference of Bishops, because I never saw a synod brought to a happy outcome, and remedying, and not rather aggravating, existing evils. For rivalry and ambition are stronger than reason - do not think me extravagant for saying so - and a mediator is more likely to incur some imputation himself than to clear up the imputations which others lie under."

St Gregory Nazienzen
382 AD

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

UnNaked Man


The Great Replacement/Reversal

Once you become aware of the PC equalist RaceAndGender orthodoxy, you see it pervading everything. Numinous and Necessary Negroes, Phallic Females wall to wall in the Potemkin village of Progress.





Makes it hard to find movies or series to watch. And makes almost every commercial eye-rollingly offensive.

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Scarcity, contingency and flaw

The unholy trinity of inescapeable conditions of human life that John Kekes frequently mentions.

I thought of them while listening by audiobook to Thomas Madden's 2012 Venice: A New History
, a really fine piece of accessible but thorough historiography. I take it inductively, as a portal through which to re-read the history of the eastern Mediterranean world. Venice, which I've had the good fortune to visit twice, turns out to have been a quite extraordinary city-state, a maritime and mercantile enclave, far more creative and consequential than I had imagined. It was the only republic in Europe for 1000 years.



But over and over, events spiral out of control --that seems to be their nature-- and disaster ensues. Since Venice started to come into existence in the 5th century, precisely to escape the dangers and turmoil of the dissolving Western Roman Empire, it had a long time to experience the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, as well as the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.

What sparks this post is Thessalonika, the Greek city to which St Paul wrote two of his epistles.
We are in the 15th century in the book. Shortly before the fall of Byzantium in 1453 the Emperor desperately tried to save Thessalonika from the Turks by selling it to Venice. The Venetians took over this Greek city with quite a lot of noble attitudes: they brought security, lots of food, and they respected the independence of the Orthodox Church and the institutions and civil rights of the town.

But the Greeks found the Italians too cocky and they didn't like the food. They complained bitterly and regularly to Venice, which responded with extraordinary indulgence. Nevertheless, the upshot was that when the Turks finally attacked the town, the Greeks not only refused to help defend it but betrayed it to the Muslims. For which the Sultan rewarded them by slaughtering and enslaving them. The Genoese, long rivals of Venice, helped the Muslims take down their Christian brethren. A few years later, Mehmet the Conqueror, head of The Religion of Peace, finally captured Constantinople, with the usual slaughter and rape and enslavement and destruction, and final remnant of ancient Rome was gone, a thousand years after Alaric sacked the original city on the Tiber.

Empires come and go. Such seems to be the iron law of history. And the meanest flaws in the human soul seem to flourish precisely when their opposite virtues are most needed.

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Saturday, October 11, 2014

Man not boy




Late 40's, Texas. Nice tattoo...though I prefer Western dragons on Western men.

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