Goading

Diary of an Expatriate Ice Person - Taki's Magazine:

The always-offensive Jim Goad laments the bad winter of 2014. He is reminded of the "theory" of one Leonard Jeffries, a CCNY "professor" of a-frickin-amurrkin heritage, who contrasted the sunny warmth of the dark-skinned Africans with the coldness and evil of the "ice-people" of Europe.

As a full-blooded Ice Guy, I wish we were a lot more cold and evil than we seem to be now.

Anyway, Goad --a terrific writer-- has this to say about the diff:

Sadly for Jeffries and his melanin-rich ilk, such social warmth hasn’t generated much in the way of technology—if it takes them a whole village to raise a child, I’d imagine it takes them a whole country to build a chair.

Now that was my laugh-out-loud moment for the morning. :)



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Blast from the past

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Environmentalism's heart

Human...well, actually, White human...self-hatred combined with moral exhibitionism brings us this:

 "In 1975, a young writer published a book arguing that no justifications exist for considering humans more important than members of other species. It slowly began to gain attention. Today, a quickly growing number of prominent individuals and political activists are adopting its conclusions."

Intro to Speciesism: The Movie.

Die, neo-hippy scum.

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The Eve of St Valentine

Looking forward to a very pleasant evening with Mr B, my so-called "unboyfriend."   Evenings with Mr B are always very pleasant. Featured on the menu tonight will be a rare delicacy: salami sandwiches.

In our history, the salami sandwich is his token of affection. I got one to get me through my last lonely night at my old job. I got one to take with me when I flew back East for my Dad's funeral.
They have often figured in the lunch menu on hikes and picnics.

Since he's gone paleo and I've gone slow-carb, neither of us eats much bread anymore. So these sandwiches will also be a rare treat. As I continue to find his lively and affable company.

Reminded me of parts of another blog post of a few years back:

Had a couple of gloomy days this week. Provoked by a parking ticket and a missed appointment. 

No need for gory details, but these otherwise trivial events sparked that interwoven string of angers, fears and loathings I keep in my cupboard. They came out to play and made my stomach churn and my brain slow to a cranky grey slush on Wednesday and Thursday. I was whiny, self-pitying and unmanly. 

Mr B, while not really wishing to know what was bothering me --he's not much for talking things through-- knew that I was bothered, and therefore was his typical "salami sandwich" helper. 

I was taken out for a hamburger at a local high-ceilinged joint jammed with noisy schoolkids. I was walked over to the liquor store that sells the cheap cigars I favor. I was given a can of pasta with sauce, fabulously decorated with a picture of FogHorn LegHorn as the spokesman for Spaghetti-O's. I was semi-humorously complimented. I was semi-humorously needled. 

I was not coddled, but I was not left alone. It did the trick. 

Part of what I try to teach my patients is to recognize what love and concern comes their way even if it is not in the package that they imagine they want or deserve. I think people miss a lot of goodness directed at them because they have a rigid and pre-conceived notion of what care or support or sympathy "ought" to look like. 

I am grateful that I have learned how to recognize it in a hamburger, a cigar, a can of pasta and a joke. Mr B did not sit down and sympathetically try to talk through all my strung-together irritations. He just showed up. It's what he does. 

Happy Valentine's Eve.

LGBTBLAHBLAH

NBC Commentator's Wardrobe Shows Support for LGBT | Truth Revolt:

Johnny Weir cross-dresses to show "LGBT" support.

Once again supporting the notion that "gay" doesn't mean "attracted to the same sex" as much as "confused about my gender."

Great. Thanks, Mary. Typical.

Commentors make a good point, that this week Putin's Russia is some kind of evil hell, but The First Gay President had no trouble bowing to the Saudi King, whose laws are truly draconian.

Guess it all depends on what Our Moral and Intellectual Betters decide for us.

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Mini PTSD

Richard Dutcher was a Mormon film maker. I have watched his Brigham City a couple of times and found it moving.

A few years after that flic, his lifelong Mormon faith fell apart. On a YouTube channel about Mormons who leave their church, he describes what happened.

I am also someone who has changed his mind and left a life-long attachment behind. And Dutcher's story provoked what I guess you'd call a body memory, of how it feels when a world starts to dissolve. 

Not fun.

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Status and Power

Geraldo scolds O’Reilly: Shame on you for ‘minimizing’ Obama, stripping him of ‘his majesty’ - BizPac Review:

This incident shows yet again that in contemporary America, Black and White are moral states.

And "Black Privilege" grants to all Blacks the higher moral status of aggrieved victims, regardless of their individual lives. To say nothing of their group behaviors over the last fifty years.

Whites are always guilty. Even if given a temporary reprieve when they grovel sufficiently.





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Shocking

Watching the entrance of the athletes at the Sochi Winter Olympics, the shocking numerical dominance of Caucasians is, well, shocking.

Given the Eurocentric origins and continuing Eurocentric name of these "global" games, it's not surprising.

Snow White Privilege.


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Yumin rites

Google has treated us to a quote from the Olympic Charter:

"The practice of sport is a human right. Every individual must have the possibility of practicing sport, without discrimination of any kind and in the Olympic spirit, which requires mutual understanding with a spirit of friendship, solidarity and fair play." 

This leads ExC to ask WTF is not a "human right?"

Eventually.

One more meaningless phrase of the current religion.

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I want what I want

when I want it.

And if I don't get it, it's a man's fault.

The Feminist Mystique | National Review Online:

 “Feminism is the words ‘I Want!’ in the mouths of three or more women, provided they’re the right kind of women.” Feminism must therefore accommodate wildly incompatible propositions — e.g., (1) Women unquestionably belong alongside men in Marine units fighting pitched battles in Tora Bora but (2) really should not be expected to be able to perform three chin-ups. Or: (1) Women at Columbia are empowered by pornography but (2) women at Wellesley are victimized by a statue of a man sleepwalking in his Shenanigans. And then there is Fluke’s Law: (1) Women are responsible moral agents with full sexual and economic autonomy who (2) must be given an allowance, like children, when it comes to contraceptives.

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