A sample of what goes through my head in a morning

I think I have learned more about real female psychology from reading Chateau Heartiste than I ever did by listening to psychologists. Female psychologists especially.

The extent to which envy drives the world is vastly underrated. Not for nothing did God put it into the Ten Commandments.

I have a new post-American Commonwealth fantasy. Two changes to the septic tank under the National Mall's restrooms. First, I will mingle the bones of Saul Alinsky --the Archetypal Ungrateful Jew-- with those of Teddy Kennedy, who proved that the Nativists were right about Catholics. But in order to prevent their cursed remains from dissolving entirely, I would have them encased in some kind of silicone box so that the new nation's people could literally crap on their bones for a very long time to come.

It is psychologically impossible for me now to take seriously --except in moments of atavistic regression-- that there is anything on Earth such as The One True Religion. Not that all faiths are equal. No, not by a long shot. It is not the diversity of religions that brings me to this state, as in the PoMo leap from disagreement to pseudo-relativism. I say pseudo-relativism because the PoMo's are absolutist about their "social justice" agenda and only relativist about yours. No, it's videos like this:

I can make an intellectual argument that size, either in space or time, is only meaningful to finite beings like us and that to Being Itself, the non-finite Creator who is eternal and ubiquitous, size is utterly irrelevant. As irrelevant as the "effort" it takes to make and hold in being this unimaginably vast universe, of which we are an unimaginably tiny part.

Yet, this context makes One True Faith talk sound tinny to me. I may be wrong, but that's my current response to it, be it Islam (especially) or Mormonism.


I have some unprintable thoughts about Joe Biden and about the condition of White men generally.


I really wonder, when it comes time for me to die, how much of my life I will see as a. a rich tapestry of experience that I would do over again or b. a series of mis-steps that took me too long to figure out.