Even though I don't watch TV but view all my entertainment via internet, this description is true to my experience. The Potemkin Village, courtesy of Pravda West.
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Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Just me being cranky
The Greatest Places. An IMAX program with gorgeous photography of amazing sites all over the Earth.
The script is piously written as a bien-pensant sermon by some woman.
And narrator Avery Brooks sounds like a hyper-pompous parody of himself:
"The sun arises. And it is.....day."
But the images are stunning.
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The script is piously written as a bien-pensant sermon by some woman.
And narrator Avery Brooks sounds like a hyper-pompous parody of himself:
"The sun arises. And it is.....day."
But the images are stunning.
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Why Islam Will Win
The nauseatingly self-conscious and cloying "liturgy" of TransGender Remembrance Day at a Protestant seminary. The natural unfolding of their first principles and of "the monstrous regiment of women." And their LGBTQXYZ omega-males.
An aggressive, masculine, and utterly self-confident faith like Islam, with its clarity and call to monomaniacal transcendance, would wipe out this dickless blather in a heartbeat.
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An aggressive, masculine, and utterly self-confident faith like Islam, with its clarity and call to monomaniacal transcendance, would wipe out this dickless blather in a heartbeat.
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Saturday, November 21, 2015
Hitler Ad Nauseam
I have remarked before how silent Western media are about Marxism and the 70+ years of catastrophe that it unleashed on the world. And in its current cultural form, is still unleashing. Yet movies and stories and comparisons about Hitler and the Nazis are flourishing. He and they are the unquestionable pinnacle of Evil, especially among sophisticates who laugh condescendingly at the very notion of evil when it's referenced by a White Christian Male Republican President.
I made the partly snarky remark elsewhere that it must be the uniforms.
Comparing Nazi Germany's sartorial style with the frumpy couture of the zombies of Russia and China, etc. makes it clear that the Krauts had vastly superior tailors.
The more serious and more likely reason is that our organs of communication are greatly overrepresented by Jews, who have a powerful motive to keep the Second World War alive and to make it all about them. Forever. On my darker days, I see the obsessive focus on Germany as a stand-in for them for all of White Christian Europe. And all White Europeans. Making sure we keep feeling bad about ourselves. Forever. It's what gets the Left up in the morning.
But there is yet another reason, somewhat connected to my frivolity about fashion. The Nazis are vastly more dramatically interesting and compelling than the dull seas of proletarian commissars and cadres. Do you think that Casablanca would be as compelling if Ingrid Bergman was trying to get safe passage out of some half-assed People's Republic where nothing ever worked and the stores only sold one brand of old toasters? There is a subset of porn that includes Nazi or Nazi-like characters in them. I bet no one imagines falling into the lustful hands of a Commie.
Half of Europe, all of China and a lot of other places lay under the soul-smothering rule of the great egalitarians for many decades. And ubiquitous mind-numbing grayness was the best they could ever muster. What do you expect from a world of official equality?
National Socialism is intrinsically more interesting and dynamic than Marxism-Leninism. National glory has a lot more spunk in it than class resentment. Bolsheviks, though worse than Nazis in actual effect, I would argue, are boring as hell.
That was true from 1917-1989 and it's true this week.
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I made the partly snarky remark elsewhere that it must be the uniforms.
Comparing Nazi Germany's sartorial style with the frumpy couture of the zombies of Russia and China, etc. makes it clear that the Krauts had vastly superior tailors.
The more serious and more likely reason is that our organs of communication are greatly overrepresented by Jews, who have a powerful motive to keep the Second World War alive and to make it all about them. Forever. On my darker days, I see the obsessive focus on Germany as a stand-in for them for all of White Christian Europe. And all White Europeans. Making sure we keep feeling bad about ourselves. Forever. It's what gets the Left up in the morning.
But there is yet another reason, somewhat connected to my frivolity about fashion. The Nazis are vastly more dramatically interesting and compelling than the dull seas of proletarian commissars and cadres. Do you think that Casablanca would be as compelling if Ingrid Bergman was trying to get safe passage out of some half-assed People's Republic where nothing ever worked and the stores only sold one brand of old toasters? There is a subset of porn that includes Nazi or Nazi-like characters in them. I bet no one imagines falling into the lustful hands of a Commie.
Half of Europe, all of China and a lot of other places lay under the soul-smothering rule of the great egalitarians for many decades. And ubiquitous mind-numbing grayness was the best they could ever muster. What do you expect from a world of official equality?
National Socialism is intrinsically more interesting and dynamic than Marxism-Leninism. National glory has a lot more spunk in it than class resentment. Bolsheviks, though worse than Nazis in actual effect, I would argue, are boring as hell.
That was true from 1917-1989 and it's true this week.
Scottish Labour Young Socialists
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Friday, November 20, 2015
Why
is there a Holocaust Museum in Washington to make statements about this and that anyway? What happened to the Jews living among Europeans in WWII was not our doing. Have they got Civil War museum in Tel Aviv?
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Mr Donovan again
He has a way of sinking into my brain and has had quite a role in shaping my thinking over the years.
Currently, his wisdom:
No Tears For Strangers.
No Apologies, No Arguments, No Explanations.
Part of the scam of universalist humanitarianism is to convince us --and you know who you are-- that Strangers are in fact part of Us. Not so. Captured Nigerian girls are nothing to me. They are not #OurGirls. BlackVictims at Dartmouth or Mizzou are not My People; they are nothing to me but enemies. (Only an idiot believes that they think of us as Their People.) To imagine otherwise is to play a head game designed only to hook you into someone else's agenda. Don't let them make you care about their issues. In the end, they are designed to hurt you.
Once you have assessed the status of your interlocutor according to the Huntington scale, you know whether there is any benefit to you at all in engaging them in argument or explanation. If they are
closing in on Enemies territory, then you only attack and defend, never apologize --never-- and don't waste time talking to them.
Currently, his wisdom:
No Tears For Strangers.
No Apologies, No Arguments, No Explanations.
Part of the scam of universalist humanitarianism is to convince us --and you know who you are-- that Strangers are in fact part of Us. Not so. Captured Nigerian girls are nothing to me. They are not #OurGirls. BlackVictims at Dartmouth or Mizzou are not My People; they are nothing to me but enemies. (Only an idiot believes that they think of us as Their People.) To imagine otherwise is to play a head game designed only to hook you into someone else's agenda. Don't let them make you care about their issues. In the end, they are designed to hurt you.
Once you have assessed the status of your interlocutor according to the Huntington scale, you know whether there is any benefit to you at all in engaging them in argument or explanation. If they are
closing in on Enemies territory, then you only attack and defend, never apologize --never-- and don't waste time talking to them.
The Unbearable Whiteness of Being
JPNill has long been skeptical about the notion of White identity and solidarity, to the point of considering it "delusionalness." (He speaks his own dialect of English.)
A few thoughts.
Group identity is historical. What we call the French and the Italians, etc arrived at being such over a course of history. They were previously composed of other identities that over time coalesced into their current one, which to many seems just a given. But it is not.
So, if the Celts and Gauls and all the various Gothic tribes could eventually become The French, it's possible that the various EuroCaucasians might one day become The Whites. Not in the sense of a single state, but in the sense of a single people with national tribes. Many Europeans now think of themselves as Europeans. That was not always the case, of course.
I know of no group identity, no matter how strong, that does not include internal divisions. This is human nature. I do not imagine some kind of otherworldly homogeneity.
Vanguards play a role in identity formation. I certainly don't expect the vast majority of EuroCaucasians to wake up one day and sing Kumbaya. Many --perhaps even most-- are lost and would rather die and have their lineages disappear than commit CrimeThink or relinquish their more particular grievance histories for the sake of racial survival. But if the situation continues to deteriorate and our demographic and civilizational precariousness is absorbed (we are currently no more than 10% of the planet and the number of child-bearing females is even smaller) , a vanguard might have a galvanizing impact.
Identity is also created by opposition. When it becomes clearer that the rest of the species sees us all as White, our differences being trivial to them, that might also create a greater sense of racial identity and solidarity. Being hated is often a spur to group identity formation.
Stranger things have happened.
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A few thoughts.
Group identity is historical. What we call the French and the Italians, etc arrived at being such over a course of history. They were previously composed of other identities that over time coalesced into their current one, which to many seems just a given. But it is not.
So, if the Celts and Gauls and all the various Gothic tribes could eventually become The French, it's possible that the various EuroCaucasians might one day become The Whites. Not in the sense of a single state, but in the sense of a single people with national tribes. Many Europeans now think of themselves as Europeans. That was not always the case, of course.
I know of no group identity, no matter how strong, that does not include internal divisions. This is human nature. I do not imagine some kind of otherworldly homogeneity.
Vanguards play a role in identity formation. I certainly don't expect the vast majority of EuroCaucasians to wake up one day and sing Kumbaya. Many --perhaps even most-- are lost and would rather die and have their lineages disappear than commit CrimeThink or relinquish their more particular grievance histories for the sake of racial survival. But if the situation continues to deteriorate and our demographic and civilizational precariousness is absorbed (we are currently no more than 10% of the planet and the number of child-bearing females is even smaller) , a vanguard might have a galvanizing impact.
Identity is also created by opposition. When it becomes clearer that the rest of the species sees us all as White, our differences being trivial to them, that might also create a greater sense of racial identity and solidarity. Being hated is often a spur to group identity formation.
Stranger things have happened.
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Thursday, November 19, 2015
Extremists
When it's only the "extremists" who are making any kind of sense at all, what's an affable and easy-going old codger like myself to do?
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Imitation of life
Since I switched to a Mac, it's a lot of work to change the font and color for copied texts from elsewhere into Blogger. So I leave this as is. Sorry if it's hard to read.
Theological musing post the visit of my LDS pal and our discussions. Gilles Herada's "The Missing Myth" makes the excellent point that in monotheist religion there is no native mythological space for same-sex love except as alien and dangerous. (Watching LGBTQXYZ antics, I can sympathatize...). This traps the amazingly un-creative "queer" culture in a loop of mimicry as a supposed solution to that emptiness, but all the clothes are really drag, and borrowed.
My "gay" compatriots consider my eschewal of the T in LGBT and my thanks but no thanks to genderless marriage as some kind of self-hatred. On the very contrary. It's because I want to discover the native and natural truth of same-sex love and let it speak for itself, even start to seed its own mythos, not dress in ill-fitting hand-me-downs that palliate the symptoms of soul-hunger while leaving the deeper issue un-addressed.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Ramblin' man
"Ecumenism" was a typical mistake of the ungrounded utopianism of the Sixties. It has led to a world where truth is considered bad form and where nice feelings are the coin of the realm.
Evita Bergoglio, the friggin' Pope of Rome for God's sake, found himself unable to speak frankly to Lutherans in his city because he cares about being applauded more than he cares about the one thing for which he was elected, to maintain the clear truth and unity of the Catholic Faith, which any reader of the Catechism can discover for himself.
People died for beliefs that His Adorableness treats with barely disguised contempt.
In typical fashion, while faux-theatrically describing himself as humble and limited, he makes himself and his own opinions paramount and primary. Seemingly every time he opens his pontifical mouth, he wounds the people whose shepherd he is supposed to be, for the sake of currying momentary favor with outsiders in his presence. Talking to strangers he is all goo. Talking to his own, especially those who work for him, he is a priggish scold.
He is deeply dishonest. Anyone who knows my life story will be as astonished as I am that I have the nerve to find myself ashamed of him.
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The internet is full of LibWestern gush about Paris, how croissants and champagne and tinkling out Imagine on the ivories and "love" are going to overcome the hateful terrorists...who are never accurately and honestly named for what they are, just the latest edition of the 1400 year old Army of Allah.
People ramble on how love and light and peace and kittens always win. In what scenario? What planet have they been living on? Have they never read a history book? It is deeply creepy.
When confronted with bloodthirsty Brown savages, they collapse in high-minded pacifism, but uncooperative Christian bakers and photographers provoke them to paroxysms of ire.
It enrages me that people who are the descendants and the beneficiaries of a most extraordinary civilization, built over centuries by sweat and blood, are so dickless, entitled, stupid and deeply unworthy.
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A confession. During my tenure with Mr B I have come to be quite fond of cheap and chilled Cabernet Sauvignon.
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Childless though I be, when I see parents on TV or movies portrayed as the placating prisoners of their children's moods, it offends me.
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I finally found some mincemeat for holiday pie. No mean feat. A disappearing part of an old-fashioned culture. Opened the jar and the sharp rich smell brought back decades of Thanksgivings and Christmases.
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Time now for sleep.
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Evita Bergoglio, the friggin' Pope of Rome for God's sake, found himself unable to speak frankly to Lutherans in his city because he cares about being applauded more than he cares about the one thing for which he was elected, to maintain the clear truth and unity of the Catholic Faith, which any reader of the Catechism can discover for himself.
People died for beliefs that His Adorableness treats with barely disguised contempt.
In typical fashion, while faux-theatrically describing himself as humble and limited, he makes himself and his own opinions paramount and primary. Seemingly every time he opens his pontifical mouth, he wounds the people whose shepherd he is supposed to be, for the sake of currying momentary favor with outsiders in his presence. Talking to strangers he is all goo. Talking to his own, especially those who work for him, he is a priggish scold.
He is deeply dishonest. Anyone who knows my life story will be as astonished as I am that I have the nerve to find myself ashamed of him.
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The internet is full of LibWestern gush about Paris, how croissants and champagne and tinkling out Imagine on the ivories and "love" are going to overcome the hateful terrorists...who are never accurately and honestly named for what they are, just the latest edition of the 1400 year old Army of Allah.
People ramble on how love and light and peace and kittens always win. In what scenario? What planet have they been living on? Have they never read a history book? It is deeply creepy.
When confronted with bloodthirsty Brown savages, they collapse in high-minded pacifism, but uncooperative Christian bakers and photographers provoke them to paroxysms of ire.
It enrages me that people who are the descendants and the beneficiaries of a most extraordinary civilization, built over centuries by sweat and blood, are so dickless, entitled, stupid and deeply unworthy.
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A confession. During my tenure with Mr B I have come to be quite fond of cheap and chilled Cabernet Sauvignon.
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Childless though I be, when I see parents on TV or movies portrayed as the placating prisoners of their children's moods, it offends me.
**
I finally found some mincemeat for holiday pie. No mean feat. A disappearing part of an old-fashioned culture. Opened the jar and the sharp rich smell brought back decades of Thanksgivings and Christmases.
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Time now for sleep.
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