Dis n dat

Bright sun, blue sky this morning, but a cooling breeze that feels autumnal.

My neighbor left his back door open and went to work, so both his cat and his dog came to my house for the morning. Both looking for food and human attention. We are not so different.

A link in a web story led to another embarrassing example of otherwise supposedly intelligent men getting all crushy and giggly about Obama. This one was David Brooks, the NYT's official conservative. He saw Obama as a brilliant Burkean (!) fellow intellectual with perfectly creased trousers. I just shake my head. Have these people no dignity? All I have ever seen is a rank progressive bullshit artist who is lucky enough to be half-black. Even Mr Brooks eventually started waking up from his romantic stupor.

The wasps won't give up. Started to build a nest right above my doorway, under the eaves. Chased them off and cleaned the spot out. If she's a dumb queen --and in this neighborhood her sisters would be legion-- she'll keep trying. I don't want to kill her, I just don't want wasps by my back door this year. PETA can sue me for the speciesist bigot that I am.

You know, after watching four minutes of Raintree County last night, I think Elizabeth Taylor was not only a mediocre actress, but a bad actress. A drag queen's dream.

On a political philosophy site, a man asked Ed Feser why libertarianism was a problem. Well, since it has no chance of ever being put into practice, not much. But my own move away from it came for two reasons: first, it is a one-idea ideology, taking a single philosophical principle and trying to make the world work on that basis. Never a good idea. Second, it sees society as really nothing more than a collection of atomic individuals. Just not so. People in groups are not just groups of individuals. It's called culture. And I don't think libertarianism takes that seriously. But it's a useful voice against statism, being so much its opposite. Helped pry me out of liberalism back in 2000.

Caught a few gruesome minutes of Inglourious Basterds, where a Jewish American solider beats a German officer to death with a baseball bat, to the smiles of his buddies. What other kind of person would Hollywood ask us to watch being pulverized while inviting us to share in the moral pleasure of the deed? Nazis for sure. White racists. A serial rapist or child molester. But to avoid any ambiguity, they would all have to be white and male. Only an evil white male allows for pure evil, unsullied by any second thoughts that might occur were he, say, oh, of color, or Muslim, or female.

This civilizational self-hatred of the lynchpin group of the West will bring us down. It's not the feelings of resentment or envy of blacks or Latinos, or women, or Third Worlders. It's the blind complicity of white men in their own undoing.

My anti-Semitism gets provoked when I read entries like Dan Blatt's on anti-American movies in Hollywood. Given the overwhelming power of Jews in Hollywood, it's hard not to make the connection. This is my primary category of deeply disliked Jew: the American one who takes advantage of this country's unparalleled welcome just to corrode it. And make a living at it.

I hate Nazis. Not just because of what they did, but because they gave the Western Left a megasized cartoon to beat up anyone who disagrees with them, the argumentum ad Hitlerum, and to distract attention from the hideous century-long nightmare of Marxism. As Greg Gutfeld says at the end of his nightly monologues, "And if you disagree with me, then you, sir, are worse than Hitler."

On that note, more coffee.

Move on folks. Nothing to see here.