Waking up

I've been awake for a couple of hours. A shot of my kitchen. Floor still shiny. Back door open into the yard. Nice sunny Saturday morning.

Blogger now provides stats as a regular part of its free service. I am confused by them. Excluding my own visits to my own blog, it seems that about 200 pageviews a day are happening. I can't believe this. My most popular all-time posting, however, turns out to be one called Transfiguration, where I put up several pictures of much-tattooed porn actor Logan McCree, starting with him in a business suit and ending with him in his birthday suit. In the contest between angry Muslims and naked men...

A poll on Drudge this morning indicated that Americans now have more fondness for George Bush than for The Lightworker. Although about 90% of blacks still love him. Gee, I wonder why? Maybe for the same reason that 90% of blacks voted for him?

Humans are tribal. Never not so. Since the Sixties, it has been considered shameful by the high-minded to place tribal identity before Higher Values. No one buys this but the shamed high-minded, who are mostly white. But even there, the Liberal Tribe of ideology has replaced regional, ethnic, racial, religious or national tribes. And this Liberal White Tribe grants dispensations to "anyone they deem less fortunate than themselves" to maintain tribal loyalties, a necessity of their oppressed status. Such BS. Like the Norwegian Nobel guy and his assertion that China "as an integrated member of the world community" really should be more accepting when one of their political dissidents gets the prize. Star Trek thinking.

In NYC, a group of Latino gang thugs has apparently serially kidnapped and tortured three men whom they accused of being gay. Sodomizing with an object was part of the scenes for all three, as well as beating, cutting and burning. I was thinking that if any of the men had died and any of the gang scum were sentenced to death, some high-minded asshole would be "concerned" about whether lethal injection made them uncomfortable as they were being executed.  Enantiodromia: how the supposedly most ethical can wind up having no moral sense at all.

The Blue Angels were flying all over town yesterday. I was having lunch and my cat-nephew, blind old Sonny, wandered in from next door and plunked down on my left leg to sleep. I'm a part of his "range." The jets buzzed the neighborhood several times, loudly. He was unmoved. But when I got to the gym, Bill's wolf-dog was freaking out from the noise and took well over an hour or so to calm down after it stopped. Different species sensibilities.

About species. The National Geographic Channel...which cutely calls itself NatGeo...is show its own version of Gaian Schadenfreude, Aftermath. A two hour Green apocalypse, celebrating how much better off the planet would be if humanity suddenly disappeared.  One more indication that suicide is the only alternative for liberals, the ultimate secular reparation for our unforgiveable humanity.

Was thinking about the idea of intimacy and my experiences of it. Remembered a moment from my past life when I was accompanying a European cleric on a visit to New York. He mentioned a book he had read, which he called The Divine Intimity. A Spanish-speaker, he had read La Intimidad Divina and mistranslated the noun. When I gently pointed out that he must mean The Divine Intimacy, he was adamant. It was Intimity. That was my first, but far from last, experience of Euro arrogance. When I lived there and when I had to endure some of them back in North America, I was often amazed about their smugness. No wonder the people they colonized --including us--hated them. As far as I can tell, in this respect, whether once imperialist Christians or now trans-national secularists, they remain unchanged.

As for intimacy...another time.