*Dr NMH, MD, Hero of islamism

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Heroes of islamism, Allah, Mohammad, jihad, murder, atrocity … you know, islamism.

A Che-like rendering of OBL, Hero of islamism

Because WW III is imminent, what with all these emboldened enemies, fierce for some reason, which reason is the lack of any Occupant in the white house. I called BO, Bobama, "the Occupant", because of his clueless yet deliberate reflexive bias toward the then-current marxist fad, the Occupy movement. But that's sewage into the swamp as the cliche goes.

biden too is and will of course be a hero of islamism, in his uselessness at a time when competence is needed. But you knew he was worthless when you voted for him. So lap it up, the sewage is fine. 

Today we'll be looking at a more Orthodox hero of islamism. So let us recall, oh, say, Dr Nidal Malik Hasan, MD, which means "medical doctor". American born, parents naturalized West Bank palestinians. 1970, when Nidal was born, was a troubled time. Not as troubled as NOW, what with the biden interregnum, but bad. Maybe Nidal had parents who were not scum. It happens, occasionally, that good people have scum for children, a sort of evolutionary sport -- a mutation. 

Be that as it may.  Dr H, MD -- his great claim to fame is that 14 years ago plus 5 days, Nov 5 2009, he committed, performed, consummated the Fort Hood massacre. 13 murdered, 32 attempted murders. The Media called it a "tragedy". Like Hamlet, it was -- so unpredictable and melancholy. Poor misunderstood Dr Hasan. 

He was a psychiatrist on base. And after an earnest series of emails with an imam, the doctor expressed his understanding of the Hippocratic Oath, and of Islam, by shooting down as many unarmed people as he could. His islam, and energetic faith, requires human sacrifices. 

Early report had him as a convert, but we know better. Hardly matters. Nidal, in any case, is a name that means "struggle," as in Um Nidal, the heroic mother of a heroic suicide bomber from Ramallah. You'll have to pardon me. It's just that they're so dang heroic. 

Hasan ... or Nidal ... it's hard to know exactly which is his last name ... complained that he suffered some "harassment" because of his exercise of his faith. His free expression included aggressive and provocative attacks on American policy and society, directed at distressed combat soldiers just returned from the field, and for h]whom he had responsibilities, as a base psychiatrist. So harassment may not be quite le mot juste. He used his office of trust to proselytize for his religion. Defrocked, disbarred ... what's the word for doctors? -- when they're kicked out of the profession? No matter. It didn't happen to The Struggler. 

Here now in post-Obama america, we were evolutionized by free healthcare and gay marriage and tranz athletes into knowing how hateful it would be to report on the ethnic appearance of such entrepreneurs as kidnappers or gunmen or murderers or any sort of criminal ... except crime is racist. 

So it's only as history, years later, that we might have heard about disgruntled military persons who post comments such as that infidels should be beheaded and oil poured down their throats. But it would be profiling, to act on such posted comments prior to mass shootings, during which they shout allahu akbar, as did our unprofiled stereotypical islamist doctor. Profiling would be what ultra maga republican white supremacists hater ultra white tranzophobes, to quote biden's state of the union address. Was there a verb in that sentence? Noooo ["would be ... racist"].  Verbs are racist. Only adjectives are allowed in bobiden's americ k k k. 

We love you biiiiden, oh yes we dooooo...

Am I hateful. No. I'm full of hate. If they would be less dishonest, I'd be less invectitious. I made that word up. Hate hate hate. I don't hate the sinner or the sin. That would be like hating a plague or an earthquake. Not that it's a force of nature. It's a force of human nature -- evil, stupidity, dishonesty, corruption. Abstracts, made manifest. So what is I hate, then? 

I'm full of hate about the deliberate suffering. But I'm being vague. Let's keep it that way. 

There's not really a lot to say. America is the real terrorist. We're committing a genocide against moslems and islam and arabs and shiiiiiiih. It's the oil. And the spices. Well, whatever it is that arabs have and we want. Submissive women. All those hot moslem babes tempting us from behind those sexy blankets. Well, no, not palestinian babes, ahem. My ignorance and bigotry prevent me from knowing what I'm talking about, other than in hateful white male stereotypes. 

I had a professor once, of history, ancient history, Dr Butrus abd-al-Malik -- malik, malik, we know that name. He was about 80 years old. A deeply admirable man. Coptic Christian, from Egypt, via Lebanon, Beirut, right when Lebanon was in the news so much. He had a tattoo on his wrist, as Copts do, of a cross. A tradition, so that if they were kidnapped as babies and made to be moslem, they'd know something of the story. 

My point? It must be that the world is horrible, in which we must act honorably. Hardly anyone is always wrong. Kidnapper child molesters have many good points, as do sex offenders with multiple dead and rotting bodies stored in various places about their homes. How do these guys afford such nice houses? 

But sometimes, sometimes we do have to be judged for our worst moments. Hasan, Dr Hasan, was sentenced to death, but he's still alive. About 10 years ago he petitioned to become a citizen of, well, remember ISIS? A sort of a country for a while, like gaza is a sort of a country, and run by the same sort of people? And the army court-martialed the doctor, but he's still under military discipline, so he has to shave. They force-shaved him, like some weird fetish pornographic video.

It will be interesting and instructive to see how long it takes to hang him. If ever. 14 years and counting. The mills of Allah grind slowly. Imperceptibly, actually. Like that bird that pecks at the crystal mountain once every thousand years. So that's a comfort. To quote the first Die Hard movie, "Allahu Akbar, muther father." Allah's will be done. Gog is great.

J

*Jewish Lives Matter

YT:  Jewish Lives Matter

There is no clever turn of phrase that says it.  The brutality we've been seeing should shock even the most stupid into awareness.  Phrases like "double-standard" and "hypocrisy" are inadequate.  Public "demonstrations" and "protests" not against Israel, but agains Jews.  In this country we have never seen anything like it. Students are basically always wrong, but it's never been racist before, on this level.

My religious believes incline me to deep favor regarding the Jews.  That isn't the point.  Antisemitism is the very first organized historical genocidism, and it is active as it has never been before, because it is in America.  Old school tie bigotry, country club and university exclusions and the like -- the Jews are used to that.  But there has been public safety.  

Now I hear a university library was besieged, as an attack on Jewish students. Who are the attackers?  What are their names? their ethnicities or religions?  I do not know.  They wear masks.  The Jewish students were told that they should hide in the library's attic.  

The intolerance toward anyone who plays with that sacred gold calf, the vicious BLM cult, equals the worst of the gulags, in terms of spirit.  They don't have the power, yet, albeit that the federal government is in full support, like the mockers at the Cross, or a bigot holding the cloaks of those who stone martyrs.  I've equated BLM with the KKK, in their love of public fires -- BLM by orders of magnitude more destructive to property than the Klan ever was.  Blue Lives Matter, Asian Lives Matter, All Lives Matter -- the hatred directed at anyone who presumed and dared such blasphemies was as savage as mere vocabulary could be.  

But here it is.  biden is the worst president in history.  Our several major and numerous minor enemies have finally acted on this fact. In my sarcastic way I predicted Thanksgiving as a Day of Terror.  I don't know.  But the Jews did not know that Yom Kippur would be a prelude to another genocide.  But it's coming.  

What would stop it.  biden mumbling "Don't"?  Or what.  There comes a point when the enemy stops caring more about money than about their hatred.  I remember when Iran was an ally, and the incompetent carter did what he did, out of the superabundance of his inadequacy.  biden doesn't even have that.  There is no deterrent, for Iran, except the effectiveness of our military.  This biden character announced that our military is depleted -- insufficient ammunition, etc, all squandered on his pet project, Ukraine.  

I don't have a sufficient epithet of disrespect for biden, because moron and incompetent and corrupt etc are plain and self-evident facts, and so not proper epithets.   

I"ve never given antisemitism much thought -- it's just so stupid and evil.  I've never asked why there was a Nazi Party.  It's self-evident.  I don't have a deficit of empathy, but I've never really thought about what it would be like to be hated the way Jews are hated -- because Satan is behind it.  I've been hated, but it was just from human evil.  

Blacks have nothing on Jews.  Jews were hated in Egypt before anyone had ever heard of Nubia.  But Satan got to the Black cults, from their beginning.  Satan loves islam.  Islam things Satan has horns.  Wrong.  Satan has a microphone, and has signs painted.  

This topic does not interest me.  I don't care about team sports either.  But this is important.  More important than the sub-cult, Wokism, are whatever else I sometimes write about here.  Antisemitism is the clearest, easiest sign of absolute human corruption, and it's not that it's on the rise -- it's in control.  If what is being done to the Jews, on campuses here, or in Israel, were done to ANY other group -- aside from whites, and maybe Asians, the Feds were slam down like an asteroid strike.  

But its the Jews.  So, finally, money won't matter -- because hatred is more powerful

J

UPDATE

Those who know these pages will have noted my subterfuges re maintaining a degree of anonymity.  This is what has empowered me to be so blunt and fierce, sometimes.  Sometimes raw.  Certainly not civil in a normal way, which is not in line with my usual, in fact unvarying publicly social demeanor.  It's like Mardi Gras, or that Tom Cruise orgy movie I didn't see -- wearing masks is liberating.  That's why demons can be such pigs -- it's not really their body, so, no consequences.  

Point is, with my very rudimentary graphic and camera skills, I've started, yes, a youtube channel.   With me, my face sort of, reading, or maybe performing, guess what...!!!  These very blog posts!!!   Its the Hamas thing, new Yom Kippur "war", that got me started.  

These little efforts need a reasonable bit of editing, meant as they are here for the reading eye.  Spoken is an entirely different thing, so there's a lot of cutting -- all that weird personal digression stuff, the giant-ego arrogant guy etc -- I can write him, but it would take real acting to do him right.  And a lot of simplifying, removal of detail.  Cuz it's visual.  

The earlier .... "vids", as we youtube influencers call them, well, I'm still learning re visual editing etc.  There is so much material here that it doesn't seem worth my time to re-do anything.  Maybe if there's a massive upswell of requests.  

So, Like and Subscribe, as we influencers say.  I've already had THREE commenters!!!  And ONE DISLIKE!!!  Far out!!!

What's its name, you query?  Indeed.  What is its name.  

On an unrelated note, I found this amazing video online, but it's age restricted.  

https://youtu.be/7LswChxJMtA

Nobody as ever seen it, except for ME!!!

[I just watched it again.  Grim, actually.  Don't look if you're looking for anything light.]

J 

* The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come

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Because biden is the worst president in world history, including the most depraved emperors of Rome ... well, there is no need to finish the sentence.  Because there is no america, currently, look at what happened, a mere few days ago.  Hamas atrocities that are not actually uncommon, as in islamist Africa, with truckloads of machete carriers hacking village christians to pieces -- and school girls kidnapped en masse and made to be sex slaves -- but that's in AFRICA, and so nobody cares, but a few.  

But Hamas screamed out of Gaza like the locusts of Hell, to torture babies in front of their mothers.  Etc.  Such ... what word, what word ... atrocities? antics? islamist rituals? ... shit in the FIRST WORLD is unheard of in living memory for, say, our young Gen Whatevers.  Beslan -- HERE, HERE -- doesn't touch it.  The odd bomb here and there ... well, not here ... in markets and transportation stations and synagogues and such like -- hardly anything more than that annoying spate of tranz-murders from a vague number of months ago (did we ever get to read that girl's tranz-manifesto?  HER, HER)

Still and all, Israel is not here, so it's just the Viet Nam war on our Zeniths and our Trinitrons (those were "T.V.s").  Over there.  Tsk tsk.  

Truth be told, hurray for Hamas.  Well done, boys.  Excellent planning and execution.  Pre-printed placards, false uniforms of police and army, all the better to attack women and children, big bad wolves after little girls.  Where did they get all those wonderful rockets?  Iran, of course, but the smuggling ... worthy of Chinese slash Cartel fentanyl-traffickers.  And the years of prep, re the tunnels.  (These will be of historical interest someday, like Churchill's War Rooms, under London.)  Really top drawer, Hamas.  Where is your supreme leader, that he may be lauded?  Yemen, I hear, a land notable for its naphthalene (ironically, a pest-repellant).

So islamism's repose into quietude has bestirred itself, like Cthulhu from the Abyss.  Where next might they insert themselves?  Into what festive milieu might they intrude? - gate crashers of the most religious sort.

A Thanksgiving Day parade, of course.  Something big for Christmas.  Madison Sq Garden on NY Eve.  The Super Bowl.  Tens of thousands of, well, what?  Americans?  Are any left?  Citizens?  That's a joke.  Because, along with the 100s of 1000s of, what are they being called?  "Refugees"?  From what?  Widespread war in Latin America?  Drought and famine?  The word, Dear Reader, is "illegals".  Along with those indigent and unvaccinated "migrants" (although, technically, "migration" entails both coming and leaving, like seasonal swallows or caribou) -- along with these, I say, will come the cuckoo-bird terrorists, home to our nest.  They don't even need tunnels.  Step right in, boys.

Do you imagine the fat beached whale carcass of biden's america is not the most savory temptation for the Heroes of islamism?  america is MUCH more of a whore than Israel is.  Come'n git us, allah et al -- our women are sluts and our men are women, and golly do we need to be taught the lessons you teach.  

Well.  I wouldn't even have bothered.  It's so obvious.  But I'm predicting Thanksgiving.  How long is that parade -- I mean in distance, not duration.  I don't have the tech savvy, but I'm sure they could get the whole length all at once.  Last year's attendance was 3000000.  A target to shoot for.  

DISCLAIMER: Dear stupid biden FBI and biden Homeland Security Office Department - instead of targeting catholics and parents, you should have been resigning in protest.  You are shameful and incompetent to a degree that amounts to being traitors.  (Just you biden corrupt ideologues and cowardly careerists, not your honorable co-office workers.)  Of course the complete accuracy of my self-evident prediction will raise red flags.  Let them stand for your condemnation.  You are betraying scum.

J

*No "People of Color" or Perverts Welcome

I thought of it, and just couldn't resist. Because of that whole DIE thing, where it's ONLY perverts and "people of color" welcome.  It's just the very natural reaction, neurological function, amygdala and the like, to the neo-McCarthyism, the ultra-Orwellian meta-Maoist supra-Stalinist, um, hyper-Hitlerite, uh, maximo-Marxism of Hollywood, media, platforms, no- "white-" "cis-" "male" DIE censor kultur.  

Because everything is about only words and feelings (and "my truth" is my error only because I did not capitalize it), therefore I am whatever I say I am -- at this moment a bigot, the next a perv, after that I am a genuine 100% pure-beef woman of the non-vaginal sans-uterine variety.  Have I talked about anuses yet? ...no, I see ... but I will.  Promise.

Sam Something, of whom I had never previously heard, is an avatar and a herox.  I particularly admire the urine-drinking. 

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Boss.  Butt, too much jiggling-ass as a ratio to crotch-bulges -- more actual dicks, please -- these tiny little units all swaddled up in obscuring cloth ... extremely frusterbating.  I realize I have become inconsistent, going all perv on you, butt, this is My Truth, as a Person of Non-Transparency Who Happens to Produce Sperms with Their Testis butt Who Celebrates Their Anus, and Also, or Is It also, Their Rectum, and Sigmoid Colon, Maybe!  [Have I gone too far?  Confucius spoke of the Rectification of Names -- calling things by what they are.  That's all the apology you'll get.]  Promise kept.

Anatomy, like pronouns, serves whatever purpose Wee choice.  Intolerance is a Federal offense.

Now I am a tranzman with pronouns in a Star Wars language, and you are allowed to address me only through my protocol droid.

The barbie movie is profoundly offensive, to me as an authentic person of blondness.  The appropriation of my culture, nonbleaching, by the haters of their own natural coloring

is intolerant and unacceptable. 

Just thought I'd point that out.  I pointed it out in these pages some number of years ago -- the term dumb-blonde -- it's always dumb bleach-blondes; in other words, dumb poseurs, or poseuses 

since you Also insist on pedantic perfectionism.   

Authenticity.  So, a question.  What happens to their identity, if they don't have access to makeup, hair-coloring, outfits?  Who are you, if you cannot see yourself, or if others are not looking at you, with an opinion?  Speaking now as a gay woman of color, I am uniquely positioned to know -- although we prefer the term lesbian, or do I mean asian.  We used to be orientals, but the negroes schooled us about that, so we knew we were being offended.  

Without a mirror, 

we hardly exist at all.

The amygdala is the part of the brain that causes infants to "prefer" faces of their own "race".  Obviously it is an exposure thing, to early caregivers -- overwhelmingly parents -- no longer mammies.  Amygdala informs the organism of danger, because it reacts to differences -- same thing, in this universe of entropy and predation.  

So it's an inevitable synaptic reaction, this othering, this marginalizing, the institutional bigotry beamed, sprayed, like skunk stink, like tomcat squirt, at what is still a majority of the umehriqun poopulation -- "white" "males" (we are complying with the directive that we are not "men").  

Be miffed against the machine, mushine, pussine, passive voice, no eye-contact.

Anybody want to help me do a podcast?  As a counter to the untalented bitches and their pussy drones who have taken over? -- like toxic mold (avoiding "black" as insensitive and a dogwhistle), like untreated syphilis, like the Nazi Party.  I'm too special to be wasted talking to myself alone with writing.  It'll be great.  So popular.  I'm quite striking.  

And I'm totally over this anonymity thing.  This is the last time I'll be signing off as "J".  Hereafter, it's my true and full name etc.  Promise.

H

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I've never used any kind of intoxicant.  Never drank or smoked. I mean never, as in not even once.  Same with pills etc.  What.  A.  Bore.  Have I written this before?  I'm even sort of against pain-killers, but I'm just wrong about that.  Give strong drink to the dying.  Needless suffering, well, that says it: needless.  Where there is a lesson to be learned, I'm fine with pain.  I've said this before, right?  Have I?  This feels very familiar.  So even given my very long-term depression, chronic and sometimes acute, well I've used exercise and nutrition to cope.

There is a growing body of reputable research re depression, however, on the, how shall I say, well, frankly, healing potential of, ahem, something I have never ever even considered considering. Psilocybin.  Mushrooms, that is, "magic" mushrooms -- shrooms as you people say.  I am very closed-minded about it.  I feel pretty much contempt for users.  I mean recreational users.  Not so much for alcohol, but I don't want to be around people who've had more than a glass or two.  A glass.  People who are not at their best are boring.  That's a word I don't use much, or ever, bore, boring.  But they would be, if I were around them.  Casual users, like pronoun abusers, gender-vocabulary abusers ... boring.  Stupid, probably, and most certainly immature.

That's my problem.  Immature.  Infantile, the classic puer aeternus. I realized this about myself during the "shut down". Very insulting, this truth.  It wasn't the isolation, because I'm always alone anyway -- it goes back to my life-long response to very early childhood abuse and neglect.  Bless my mom, but she made some mistakes.  I did indeed write about this, what, a year or two ago, re my nightmarish family dynamics.  I was the child sacrifice in that situation.  Old news (git it?  What's new is old again!).

Point is, psilocybin, which my spellchecker accepts as a thing (sometimes I use spellcheck as a reality-check), can, may "cause" neuroplasty -- are you kidding me? spellcheck does not recognize that word. Well, now I think about it that's a sort of operation, like vaginoplasty, which spellcheck recognizes.  But there's just something wrong with a world where a psychotropic is more recognized than neuroplasticity -- which word, spellchecker also does not recognize.  But I am not, NOT I say going to get into an argument with spellcheck, or is it -checker, whether with or without a hyphen.  

All I want, is to heal.  

So last Saturday I ingested one gram of whatever species of mushroom it was.  No noticeable cognitive effect, but that would not be the point.  Neurons.  Rewiring.  There was some otherwise inexplicable yawning.  The next day I used two grams.  I don't like using that word in this context, "used".  But my intention has a very real goal.  Burning or growing healthier synaptic pathways and connections.  Virtually no noticeable effect -- a few hours along it was like when you stand up too fast, and get dizzy.  That, more or less, for a little while.  And yawning.  And today, I used three grams.  About a half-hour in it was that same, not dizziness, that sort of silent buzzing.  I suppose that's why hippies and drunkards call it a buzz. 

So that's it, for the past two hours -- an unwelcome and completely unimpressive physical sensation, known to me by standing up too quickly, but light, and lasting so far for two hours, with occasional yawning.  If this is what people want, they're stupid.  No auditory, or visual, distortions etc.  That would have been, um, like, man, interesting, dude, but it's not the point.  All I want, is to heal.

Tomorrow is my 64th birthday (well, 65th if you count the day I was born, inclusive.  You are born after all on the day of your birth).  The other day I spoonerized it and said, not fixty sore ... I dyslexed it, dyscalculed it, flipped it to 46.  So that will be my new joke.  Hey, do I look 46, or 64.  Five years ago my joke was, I was BORN in '59, and I AM 59!  It worked for 60 too, but I had to change the inflection.  My friends who were born in the 70s and 80s, 90s, well, they've got a while to wait, quite a while, before they can use that joke, if they even live that long.  (Odd.  I don't have any friends who were born in the 60s.)  I know a boy who was born in '12, so his is coming up.  People are going to get very tired of that, coming from him.  

We find our happiness where we may.  Intoxicants for the rabble, or in my case, comic genius.  

You're welcome.

J

*Thoughts on Hell

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God doesn't care about feelings of guilt.  He cares about repentance.

The purpose of Hell is not punishment, but isolation.  It's a quarantine.  

Hegel, Spengler, Toynbee.   

The presidents elected in 1840, 1860, 1880, 1900, 1920, 1940 and 1960 died in office.  The only presidents who died in office were elected in these multiple-of-20 years.  Reagan and Bush II survived, 1980 and 2000.  

Both President Nixon, and his Vice-President Agnew, resigned in office, Agnew because of tax fraud, and bribery issues.  He had been governor of New Jersey, which, like Delaware, has been infamously corrupt.  Small states, like fiefdoms.  California, my native state, is corrupt like Imperial China in its corruptions, and ancien régime France.  Imperial California.  The Califate.

Nixon/Agnew.  It is possible for a presidential term to end with an entirely different cast.  Ford/Rockerfeller.

Harris is corrupt in her character, reportedly abusive to staff, like Hillary.  Powerful, or super-entitled, women need not be vicious.  It's a choice, in as much as character is a choice.  Character is a choice in that discipline is a choice, which forms habits, which shapes character.  The word character derives from the symbols deliberately impressed into hard objects, pot sherds, bone, ultimately from the Greek, kharrax, 'pointed stake' -- for scratching.   

Biden was elected in 2020.  FDR should not have sought that 4th term.  He knew he was gravely ill.  Super-entitled egotism corrupted his judgement.  He was most certainly not the indispensable man, most certainly at that time.  History proves this, in that he was dispensed with, and albeit that history always vacillates between tragedy and farce, the nightmare of the 20th century was worse in its first half than in its second ... geopolitically speaking.  

We're no longer allowed to harbor a contrary opinion about gay marriage.  It's a sacred institution.  Abortionism is still debatable, somehow -- not sure if it's the Trotsky or the Stalin wing ... probably Stalin, what with those as-few-as 61,911,000 deliberate Soviet deaths.  

Fun fact: The American abortionism rite was chosen 63,459,781 times in the 48 years between 1973 and  2021!  (The American flag had 48 stars for 47 years.)  We win!  In your face, Marxist-Leninist Bureaucracy!   American ingenuity gets the job done!  Fewer baby people, less Global Warming!  Nazis used ovens -- we use eco-friendly vacuum suction!  Saving the Planet one choice at a time!  Respect the science, denier!

But, the above considered, it is well that I qualified that thing about the first half of the 20th century, "geopolitically".  The first half and the last quarter -- somehow about equal in savagery.  Add this most recent quarter century to that preceding ... well, as half-centuries go, we win the Caligula Prize, and a grant from the Vlad the Impaler Endowment for the Humanities as well.  I'm unable to think of the correct synonym, unmatched, incomparable.  

It is the depravity of our delusions, not the fact of them, that is so dangerous.

J

*What Is Truth

The confusion comes from not using the plural.  That is, this particular confusion.  Ironically there's a precise counterpart of the confusion, where plurals are used, when it should be singular.  He and She, not Them.  But that first confusion? -- what is a woman?  When we make it plural, it's clear and easy. 

What are women?  Women are the people out of whose uteruses every human being has emerged.  

But this of course brings up another confusion, in its incompleteness.  Not every human being emerges from a uterus.  Or perhaps I mean not every human emerges alive.  Partial birth abortion is a murky area.  Murky yet clear.  It's certainly an abortion -- given that the word abort simply means to stop the process of something -- and all of life is a process.  All death is an abortion.  

It must be the "partial birth" part that's confusing.  How much of the baby has emerged, has been born, as an uncompleted process, before this particular medical procedure is performed (bravo!).  Is it dismembered piecemeal, as it emerges, like slicing bread?  A question for another time.  

(Why is a baby called "it", rather than "they"?  Is it something like the "of" or "-ed" that makes the difference between people/person of color, and colored people/person?)

To be fair we at least have to ask, if it's dead -- this partially-born aborted fetus -- is it human.  Dinosaur bones are not dinosaurs.  Mummified cats in Egyptian tombs are not cats.  Living things must exhibit some sort of behavior.  Mere existence-as-matter doesn't rise to the level of Being.  

I Am That I Am.  God being.  Human being.  Baby being.  Fetus being.  

Not all women produce humans.  Not all women can produce humans.  But everyone who has produced a human is a woman.  Everyone who has been produced was produced by a woman.

I've been thinking a fair bit in the past few years about maturity.  As in, stubbornness comes from immaturity.  Stubbornness and determination are similar, but determination is more than the assertion of will -- it arises from rationality and character.  Maturity might start with empathy, but that's only a start, not maturity itself.  It's an understanding of the world as it is, with its social dangers: you will be judged by the impression you make.  Maturity calculates and understands that this matters. 

I have been too interested in what I supposed was integrity -- being authentic -- and disregarded the fact that the normal civilities exist not as mere rote, but as one of the very highest necessity of all human cultures.  Conformity to expected norms is a good thing.  It's the foundation of stability.  Once we are secure, we can grow.  

You may have misunderstood my usage of conformity.  It's a matter of unthoughtful, or enlightened.  I'm coming to accept this latest generational fad, of tattoos.  It will always be the stupidest fad, so far.  Permanent.  Mullets and bellbottoms and raccoon coats were stupid. But young people are immature, and it's their job to explore, and then settle into the conformity of non-destructive habit.  Tattoos are not destructive.  Just defacing.

So what is a woman?  The fact that there are shades of gray -- hermaphrodites, intersex -- has no bearing on the fact that there is black and white.  Meaningful terms can be objectively defined.  

Black is an achromatic color resulting from the absence or absorption of visible light.  The fact, that there might be some smaller number of photons that are present, is a quibble.  Even the absolute of black can be a phenomenological relativity.   But, like obscenity, we know it when we see it.

Likewise, white light is what the human eye sees when all wavelengths of the visible spectrum combine.  The fact that there are human eyes that might see things differently, due to mental illness, brain injury, eye-damage, etc -- this would be analogous to hermaphroditism, a rare anomaly of mutation or dysfunction.  As with abortion, we do not decide general practice based on rare exceptions. 

That there is variety has no bearing on the existence of absolute truth.  That people do not agree does not mean that truth does not exist. 

Simple.  Maturity starts by defining its terms.  It starts with clarity.  It starts when sperm joins with egg.  It is an abortable process, moving more and more into what it actually is -- like black, even with many photons -- like white, with a spectrum that is not perfectly and equally distributed.  We should know it, maturity, like black and white, when we see it.  

I tipped it in the title.  Pilate's well-worn question to Jesus.  What is truth.  It can mean so many things.  That is, the question can be taken in different ways.  If it's not meaningfully defined, it is merely evocative, the ground for poetry, not information.  

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil.  This is not a new idea.  Woe unto them that put darkness for light, and light for darkness.

Now it's not men taking the woman's penetrative role -- this antedates Sodom, probably to the, say, third generation after Adam.  Now it's men claiming they are women, and women, likewise.  Now it's an asserted cultural norm that whatever truth is, "non-binary" is true.  We are enjoying the blindness, then, the absence of light, that the citizens of the city of Sodom enjoyed after pounding on Lot's door.  

That should have been the title of this.  "America, Pounding on Lot's Door".  Let us in, that we may know them.  When there is no truth, we can know nothing at all.

J

*Indy V

Indiana Jones and the Lost Two Hours and Thirty-Four Minutes

Indiana Jones and the Bait & Switch

Indiana Jones and the Cynical Money Grab

Indiana Jones's Insulting Betraying Psychopath Goddaughter

Indiana Jones and the Indiana Jones Movie-Formula

Indiana Jones and the Deus Ex Machinas

Indiana Jones and the Tablespoon of Maalox

Indiana Jones and How Bad Capitalism and Men Are

Indiana Jones and the AI-Generated Script

Indiana Jones and the Flea & Tick Collar

Indiana Jones Gets Rescued Again

Indiana Jones and His Twenty-Five Million Dollar Paycheck

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Chrystal Skull Was Casablanca 

Compared to This

Indiana Jones and the Hack Clusterfurck

Indiana Jones and the Miscast Actress Who's in Way Over Her Head

Indiana Jones and Her Gender Reassignment

Indiana Jones and the Patriarchy is Dead

Kathleen Kennedy's Mary Sue and Indiana Jones

Indiana Jones and Delaware Joe Have Fallen and Can't Get Up 

Indiana Jones and the Power of Girl

Indiana Jones and the Dismantled Legacy

J

*Take

Give me 

your tired, 

your poor, 

Your huddled masses 

yearning to breathe free, 

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. 

Send these, 

the homeless, 

tempest-tossed 

 to me, 

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

***

And how's that working out, now?

J

*"...unable to discharge..."

Reagan went alzheimeric well after his retirement.  Always a human tragedy.  But our current situation is simply bizarre.  

Politics will always be questionable, in that it will always be questioned.  But in the absence of even hypocritical integrity, the pretense, it will always be warlords, mafia dons, one-party thuggery, third-world dicpotato scum.  

A picture is worth a thousand years.

Looking at THIS, after 15 years, sent me looking at THIS.  It is, of course, what we should expect.  In an analysis from 15 years ago, CNN noted that Republican presidential nominee John McCain "walks with a stiff gait. Fairly or unfairly, he doesn't always give the appearance of energy and vigor that voters tend to seek in a president."  This gait was of course "due to his war-related injuries."  This is a badge of honor.  America, 15 years ago, was too shallow, too callow, too selfish, self-involved, short-sighted, too stupid to see it this way.  Better to elect, well, you know what you did. 

Not naming any names here. But look at what BO said, in his scramble after the office he came to occupy.  In a general context about his opponent, BO stated that McCain, age 71, had "lost his bearings."  Hm.  Dogwhistle, anyone?  

Failed presidential candidate and BO supporter Sen John Kerry said McCain was "unbelievably out of touch", which "is really becoming more crystal clear ... McCain simply doesn't understand [the Iraq conflict]. He confuses who [sic] Iran is training, he confuses what the makeup of al Qaeda is, [and] he confuses the history ... of what has happened between Sunni and Shia."  

Susan Rice, of BO's inner circle, said McCain demonstrated a "pattern of confusing the basic facts and reality that pertain to Iraq." 

It's what they do.  Dems slobbered all over the fact that in 1980 Reagan was 69, and Dole was 74 when he ran in 1996.  Sooooo oooooold.  

And McCain, he was confused, so very very very confused.  What ever could be the cause of the murkiness of his crystally-clear befuddlement?  Is it that he was just not all that smart?  Hm, well that too, maybe. 

But it's that he was so very very very old.  Not the youthful 46 springtimes of BO.  Doddering shambling shuffling stammering slurring aged 71.  Frankly, embarrassing, looking like that.  Disgraceful.  This, I'm editorializing, was the Dhem position re McCain's highly advanced age c. autumn of 2008.

Were they lying then, or are they lying now.  Trick question.  They are using words, therefore they are lying.  Breathing is a lie, with them.  The way their hearts beat is a lie.  We cannot speak of brain function, here. 

CNN informed us that Reagan's second term might have been an "example of the hazards of age. A number of political commentators questioned Reagan's mental fitness and stamina during his final years in office."  I posit the testable hypothesis that this "number" of "political commentators" where Democrat-affiliated or ‑friendly or ‑adjacent.  

It's not about the history lesson.  This is current events.  biden, age 80.  With his capped teeth, his hair plugs, his face lift, his contacts, his sunlamp or spray-on tan.  The steroids, HGH, testosterone injections they will certainly be giving him.  The pep pills, certainly and carefully doctor-prescribed.  I cannot be the first to inquire if he wears a hearing aid.  google is substantively silent on this, as is bing, yahoo, brave and duckduckgo.  I don't know how to access the dark web.

He is clearly, crystal clearly unfit.  The bad optics is just unfortunate -- he hobbles, shuffles, stumbles, trips, tips, sprawls, lurches, gets disoriented, reaches for someone who is not quite there, walks off in the wrong direction, has to be lead by the elbow.  This is just happenstance, and need not be substantive.  

He slurs, rambles, appears to babble, misreads and switches words, names, countries.  This too may simply be the stress of office and the inevitable result of always being on camera when in public.  

The extremism of his positions re "gender" "identity", anti-white bigotry (basically, we're all "white" "supremacists"), demonization of the opposition (any who disagree, all those ultra maga fascists) and so on, that's just bigoted leftist hack politics, odious but, in the free-marketplace of ideas, it is tolerable free speech.  

The illegalities, though.  They are high crimes and misdemeanors.  Race-based preferences and appointments -- that's institutional racism.  Not allowed, not legal.  Unequal application of law -- lawless. Weaponizing government agencies -- FBI, IRS, "Justice" Department -- these are crimes.  

Sadly, we don't care about law anymore.  There is no public decency.  We have no community standards.  Only parents, it seems, have some concern, and that's just at schoolboard meetings, and perhaps locally effective but not at all, generally.  

Because there is only power, now, with no real check or balance, there is nothing to be done.  Even the Dems would have removed a biden from office, in 1974 -- cf Nixon, he of the one crime.  The current brief of biden's iniquities, indictments, would be more weighty than anything real or imagined against Trump.  

But the Harris Paradox baffles us.  Even if he is "unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office," biden cannot be removed, per the 25th Amendment, because what lurks in the near background is, somehow yet truly, worse.  More shamefully, biden cannot be removed, because the political will, not to say integrity, is not there.  

That Dem elites are lying scum I know full well -- it's self-evident.  That Republicans are lying scum as well, I do not know, because if there are lies, I don't recognized them.  I will always say that an egregious liar is scum, when I know the lie.  

There are any number of worthless generations.  Those that promote decadence.  Those that stand by silently while evil prospers. Worthless generations, but more tragically, people, worthless people.  

Any problem without a solution is not a problem.  If there is a solution, then if a problem remains, it is a choice, and a preference.  There is no solution to the 2021 to 2025 biden problem.  So it's not a problem, it's a choice.  You, stupid stupid stupid americans, did this.  But unlike your tranzgender bottom surgery, there is a solution to the upcoming biden problem (almost identical to your own) -- of getting back your balls.  You just have to wait a couple of years, and make the less-stupid choice.  It will be as if balls could grow back. 

Stop lying about your balls.  You don't have any, but you're not a woman.  Stop pretending to believe liars.  You know they're lying -- you just don't bother to think about it.  Orwell called it "double think".  Attempt to be crystal clear in your thinking, with integrity.  Problem solved.

I do not believe in assassination.  Julius Caesar, Lincoln, Kennedy -- tragedies that led to disasters.  The solution?  Let God do it.  

The prayer of the righteous availeth much.  

J

BK

So it's been 12 years.  He was six, and now he's 18.  I checked the box annually that gave funds for a birthday present.  Compassion International would make the gift selection, entirely appropriate, since they have daily contact and cultural awareness.  I'm just some far-away american.  And I gave christmas presents, and sometimes gifts for the whole family.  I remember getting a picture of him with some number of boxes of supplies, food and clothes etc, all from some gift money I provided.  Pretty sure I gave them a goat -- maybe two.  Not kidding -- rural Thai folks might benefit from different assets than urban westerners.  

A few years along, and he was using the name B, rather than J.  I had to inquire about that.  He would send, via teachers, thank-you letters, and various filled out worksheets.  I rarely sent letters.  I feel a little guilty about that, but I didn't need to be important to him.  Hope he didn't feel neglected.  It's something like the hard-working dad, who supports the family, roof over head, but isn't all that available, emotionally.  Something like that.

I checked with CI to see if they have programs for young adults, 18 and over.  Yep -- so we go to 21.  

We're told to keep our charitable giving private, so we can have a reward in heaven, rather than publicity and reward, here and now.  I'm disregarding that advice.  Hope it doesn't cost me.  I don't think I have a whole lot stored up in heaven, awaiting me.  But that's sort of how I am.  It's not any good opinion people might give me now, because I've revealed a charity.  It's that you should do it too -- there's me, a strange man, but at least I'm an example in this.  

It's nothing, just nothing, in terms of actual or even seeming sacrifice.  Much less than a daily coffee would cost.  But it means a school where there would have been no school, and learning to read and write etc, and having shoes and adults whom we must suppose are benevolent in both intention and result.  The only guarantee we have is that we try, and want good things.  We know we try and we know what we want.  

I knew, of myself, that even if I became penniless, I'd find the funds to get him to age 18.  The fantasy would be, even if I had to beg or steal.  I never thought that, but that's how important it is, to be faithful.  You do not, do not, do not walk away.  Do not abandon.  Do not betray.  It's more important than honesty.  

Like lying to those who are dying. Yes, I have to suppose -- lie.  Effective kindness is more important than useless truth.  Maybe I'm wrong.  I've never been faced with it.  I know I've been cruel, with the truth.  Not on purpose, but that doesn't help, re guilt or regret.  Be kind.  

J

Unboxing Day

This came up in a search here, and this.  I read them, and wince, burn with shame.  

Emotion, then.  Then and now.  Then, resentment, unforgiveness, inchoate rage, distrust -- a longer list of low emotions.  Now, regret that he is dead and I cannot undo my part in it, my prolonging of the ugly, my passive feckless punishment of a lonely, sad, stuck father who was tormented by regret, craving forgiveness, unable to heal.  

I betrayed him.  Because I betrayed my duty.  Not about honoring -- forgiving.  Because his power to harm ended when I fled his house, like, as I have said, like Lot from Sodom.  It's not that I have scars.  It's that I did not have scars -- kept the wounds open, covered but raw.  I did that.  And because of the pain that I was the current cause of, I refused to be kind, open, warm, human with my old, isolated, pathetic father.

No one would have been better positioned to be a blessing to him.  But I refused.  For this, I deserve every pain I have had.  Even the pain he caused in my childhood.  Selfishness is a time traveler -- so is forgiveness.  It can change the past.  I could have changed the past, his, mine.  Instead I cowered in my soul behind a wall of barely civil resentment.  Low.  Very low.  

I have been a blessing to various people.  I have been a life-changing influence.  But only because it was easy.  I did not do the hard thing.  In some ways it would be the most important thing.  It certainly looms in my soul.  A starving monster that does not care who or what it devours.  It was on me, to feed it, to tame it.  Instead I let it starve, ignoring the fact that it could never die.  I had supposed it wanted to eat me, continue eating me.  But something more nutritious would have been better.  

Kindness, love, generosity.  Just words.  The monomyth of the hero's journey is just a story.  Episodes of a sloppy soap opera.  Later we might go back, review, pick and choose details to weave into something actually meaningful. We don't see any meaning while it's happening.  

So having the habit of kindness is valuable.  First, we'd have less cause for regret.  More, that would be the heroic part of the hero's journey.  Without virtue, there are no heroes.  

Well, that's all.  I don't hug my mother.  Why would I think I'd hug my father, if he were alive again, somehow.  That's why God destroyed Sodom. It's the name of this blog, the first post I ever put up here.  We get lots of chances, and learn from hardly any of them.  

It's not that hell is other people.  Hell is being ourselves.  If it is.  

J

*Justice Delayed

The Duke lacrosse boys.  2006.  Three college students falsely accused of rape.  Lying so-called victim Crystal Mangum -- corrupt and lying "investigating" "officer" "sgt" Mark Gottlieb -- corrupt and incompetent agenda-driven careerist bigot persecutor DA Mike Nifong.  

In the end there was no trial, and corrupt cowardly Duke U paid each of the falsely accused victims $20 million.  

In 2010, the lying psycho who made the false accusations was arrested for attempted murder, arson, child abuse, assault and battery, damage to property, criminal threats, identity theft, and resisting an officer.  She served 88 days in prison.  In 2011 she murdered one of her boyfriends with a knife, multiple stab wounds, for which in 2013 she was sentenced to 14-18 years in prison.  

The garbage "officer"

committed suicide in 2014 and is currently in hell.   

The garbage shyster hack pol 

was disbarred, convicted of contempt of court and jailed for one entire day -- eventually he will commit suicide and be in hell.  (His corruption caused one Darryl Howard to be falsely imprisoned for over 20 years.)

It pleases me when there is justice, however delayed and incomplete.  It is gratifying to get good news, however belatedly.  I would consider this a generally happy ending all around, insofar as there ever are happy endings.  Nifong needs to be executed, but hell will have to do.  

Here I might go on about public trust, and institutional integrity, and rule of law and the importance of impartial procedures -- about the human craving for vindication -- about the common decency that can step back from immediate passions and ambitions and bigotries, and strive for simple humanity.  But you know all about that already.  

Instead, I want you to look at this page, and ask yourself what's missing.  Because there is a glaring omission.  What's missing.  Something visual.  No, it's not that there is no picture of the boys.  Victims should not be made to be spectacles.  

But you're right.  The woman, the false accuser.  She was 26, so not a girl.  I looked at her pictures, for one that would embody her character.  A mugshot, or in an orange jumpsuit.  But I couldn't post it. 

This pathetic, stupid or sick, and certainly vicious person.  They're all criminals.  But I, being myself a very stupid man, have felt compassion for her.  It's one of my vices, not vicious because it hurts only me, but destructive nonetheless.  Even so, I see abuse in her face -- not only that which she has committed.  Were I on her jury, I would convict.  But I'm not, so I can be stupid.  

She's the only one who got anything like actual justice.  Justice is something we should benefit from.  Perhaps the years in prison have improved her.   At least there she will not have been able to abuse children or falsely accuse white boys or murder boyfriends.  But justice should be more than that.  

I have said, in these pages, that it hurts when pets die so that we might have practice dealing with grief.  Likewise, the crimes of strangers against victims who are also strangers might have a purpose.  We should learn pity, and understand that pity is a warning, not an excuse.  

J

* Please Foreward

Some years ago one of my fanatical adherents was begging me to send him shoes.  Being both in and of the world, he has since fallen away, but I, unlike him, am ever faithful, and I never forget a promise.  I told him I'd send him shoes, but that so far I hadn't been able to find any that would fit feet with seven toes.  It's surely something over 10 years, and I'm still looking.  

I have found THIS, but they're for women, and for only six toes.  But maybe they'll do?  We're all transvestites nowadays, so the gender thing wouldn't matter.  The point though is the fit, and six is not seven.  Or maybe it is now.  I'll check with Lia and Dylon.  They more than all of us know that one 

equals zero.

I cannot find contact info anymore in the comments.  He has a blog as I recall -- I say has, which assumes he is still alive.  But blogs, like Job's dead children, are never truly gone.  

Huh.  Oh.  Wait.  Yeah, yeah, I found him, in the old emails -- from 2013.  Yeah, W, I'm okay ... that is, now.  In Nov of 2013, though, I was at the nadir of the apex of pain.  What a difference a decade makes.  

So, dude, about them shoes.  I'll keep my eyes open.  No heroic measures, like having them custom made, cuz I don't know how long your feet are, or rather your toes.  

Maybe you people bind your feet?  Appalachians isn't it?  Ozarks?  Um, Pekos? -- or do I mean Pike's Peak. Whatever.  One of those square states, or with a lot of rivers.  My backwoods hillcountry geography is a mite tetchy -- am I using that correctly?   

Or maybe y'all go in for bone-stretching, like head-binding 

so you can fit in with the pointyhead moonmen aliens 

or hollow-earth 

saurians 

y'all think are always abducting you.  

No, sorry, I just could not resist. It occurred to me, so I had to say it.  Like the Bourbons, I have learned nothing, and I forget nothing -- nothing that is important to me.  But I have to be true to myself, as to others.  Who we are 

is what we do.

J

Two or Three

I've played around with that free AI chatgpt program.  It's a truly bad writer. 

Talented junior high, regardless of style.  Rewrite the following as a ten-year-old...  And the sentences are simple and full of "like" and "sort of" and "you know".  Write it in the style of Bukowski: "the goddam x was too goddam y, and the goddam v wasn't even a furking w..."  Artless.  Write a poem in the style of so and so -- and it's a rhyme.  Rewrite it so it doesn't rhyme -- and it rhymes.  

Many errors of fact -- I ask honing questions and it ends up having to confess that Diodorus Siculus did not actually write about human sacrifice in ancient Egypt. "I'm sorry.  I misunderstood your question." Do not apologize when responding. "Thank you. I will not apologize when I respond."  But it does.  And always, always, the inevitable "It is important to realize that all cultures and points of view are valuable etc."  We mustn't offend the ancient Egyptians.  

So it's good at suggesting but not authenticating possible sources of research.  It's good at artless organization, collating clauses and switching out words for synonyms, ranked no doubt on an ngramic usage scale.  There is a sort of intelligence, the way bees build hexagons.  We must not confuse Artificial Intelligence with Life.  

I see fantastic possibilities -- supercomputing the way to optimal efficiencies.  Reconstructing shattered ancient stele, in moments rather than years.  Simulating wind tunnel trials for optimal propeller shape.  Optimizing the gerrymandering of Congressional districts.

From my level of exposure, I'd suppose real writers shouldn't be worried.  I mean, where excellence is recognized and required.  AI will generate an absolute glut of formulaic comedy and drama, action adventure, bang bang kiss kiss, movies and series.  "I put my dick in a booger pie!"  "Mendoza -- I'll KIIIILLLLLL you!!!"  But that's what we have now.  The people who write this crap deserve to be replaced.  Likewise, the people who watch it.  

The Turing Test, where you ask, question, and just cannot tell if the other is a person or a program, is fine.  It's like not knowing your spouse is cheating on you -- she seems real.  But lots of us can tell, and don't want to know, confront, change, risk, loss.  AI would be the cheating spouse who gets away with it.  america loves cheaters, because america loves winning.  Steroids and Affirmative Action.  Anything to overcome.  

At the hack level, we see it already -- clickbait about celebrities or diets etc.  Just truly bad.  My son uses AI to summarize the info presented at conferences re his business.  I generally edit some of his posts, and the first time I got one from the AI I was astounded at how bad it was.  I hadn't been forewarned.  I was about half through when I deduced from the badness that it must be AI.  After that it was flat-out rewriting.  Good at summarizing, but not good at writing summaries. 

My son uses VAs in his biz, virtual assistants -- in his case, people in the Philippines who do graphics and programing etc, conferencing via internet.  More cost effective, and just as high quality, like Walmart call-centers based in India.  And I was wondering if AI would replace them.  So I texted:

"Will AI replace your VAs?  'Our Pledge: No job will be lost to AI'."

His response: "No, I wouldn't get rid of them.  My VAs use AI, but they do so much and are integral.  Plus we support their livelihood in a lot of ways.  M is full time and I make sure to take care of him.  Bonuses or extra money for expenses when a storm blows apart his roof.  Or has a baby etc.  Raises every six months or so.  We've got his back and he knows it."

Well.  My heart swelled.  "Not only do I love you, but you deserve to be loved."  

To which he responded with one of those liking hearts that get tagged somehow to a text, and "I learned real loyalty from you.  :)  I'd never betray trust."

"One of my several few real virtues.  I was just now thinking that you are the man I wanted my little boy to grow into.  But enough of this."

"Thanks dad."

Artificial, authentic, author, artifice.  Arbitrary, chosen, meaningful, defined.  We are all Turing Tests.  Am I real.  Virtue, virtual.  

I asked myself, questioned, just what are my several few virtues.  Two, easy and instant: Be loyal. Tell the truth.  And I asked, any more?  Don't give up.  

That last one is the hardest.  

J

*PupLite

Oh hi there!  I'm Poopee!  Poopee P O'Happeenappee!  I'm the new corporate face of Grinder's Babyfood Soda!  Wheeee!  I love babies so much!  In fact I am one!  Tee hee!  Babies are fun!  Your baby is fun! They can be whatever we say they is!  We're so over those silly pink and blue rules!  Rules are for fools!  Tee hee!  Boys are for pedos!  Did I say that?!  Wheeee!  Celebrate!  Pretty!  Tee hee, yeah!  I like boys!  I want to be a girl!  So I am!  So are you!  Drink PupLite!

Wheee!  Hiiiii!  I'm Poopee!  Poopee P O'Happeenappee!  I'm the corporate face of Grinder's Babyfood Soda!  It's not for babies!  Little children too!  And everyone!  I love little children!  Tee hee!  In fact I am one!  In fact I'm two!  A Boy and a Girl!  And I'm a Qween!  And a Liger!  Tee hee!  Pretty!  Wheee!  I'm gender and genus fluid!  Liger Girl Boy Qween MINUS!  Cuz I minus my age, so I'm a little LGBQT cutey!  Tee hee!  A cutey!  Celebrate me!  Celebrape me!  Tee hee!  Let me play with your children!  Wheee!  Everyone is a princess!  Like me!  Drink PupLite!

Hey there hi there ho there!  We're qweer as qweer can be!  I'm Poopee!  Poopee P O'Happeenappee!  Can you count how many pees there are in my name!?  You're just the right age!  My favorite!  Pee is my favorite letter!  Wheee!  Let me babysit your kids!  I love kids!  I want to adopt!  The judges say it's fun!  Tee hee!  I'm a mommy and a daddy!  And a baby and a little boy and girl!  I wear diapers and boas!  I don't have to shave my head!  Look at me glitter!  Celebrate!  I'm pretty!  So is your little boy!  They's a yob!  I like to play naked!  Wheeee!  Drink PupLite!

Hey ho!  I'm Poopee!  Poopee P O'Happeenappee!  This is my TacTic channel!  This is where I get naked!  You like what you see!  Wheeee!  I wear makeup!  This is my bulge!  Now I don't have one!  Peeqapoo!  Tee hee!  Yes!  No!  Show me to your kids!  Leave us alone!  Me being me!  Look at my thing!  Wheeee!  Teenee peenee yummee beenee!  I do me!  God don't make no mistakes!  I am god!  I'm a goddess!  These are my boobies!  Tee hee!  I want your children!  Leave the room!  The judges are on our side!  Children are pretty!  We got them while you were sleeping!  Oh, happy nap!  Wheee!  So pretty!  Drink PupLite!

J

*Our Stately Pleasure Domes

The perfection of our various lifestyles varies.  More or less perfect.  Mood and season play their part, and happenstance.  

My recent and unique health issue has been useful in resetting my complacencies.  It just goes to show that there are no guarantees.  Buses and meteorites do hit people, even if we never go outside. And for those cavern dwellers among is, there are cave-ins and earthquakes, and lava-venting fissures.  Nowhere is safe, and no behavior.

That TMJ (technically TMD but that's being technical) turned into a half-handball-sized swelling, and I could hardly open my mouth.  Moderate to meaningful pain.  Ibuprofen was the most effective -- I've never had to use a painkiller in quite that way.  Finally went to the ER.  IV steroid and antibiotic, and a 10-day course of two antibiotics.   Steady improvement after that.  ENT doc stuck a tube up or down my nose, etc, found no cause.  I'd have to suppose it was just some opportunistic bug.  I bite my cheek and tongue more than seems reasonable.  

Something like this is an attack on one's worldview.  Of course I know there are no promises.  Of course.  But good practice should be its own guarantee.  Yes it should. The way people should be kind and honest, and children should be cherished and guided, and the lion should lie down with the lamb.  We tend to neglect to remember which version of the universe we're living in.  This one is all about perfect justice.  Everyone suffers and dies, because they deserve it.  

The sooner we mature out of childish expectations of security, where following rules carries the promise of safety, the happier we should be.  The more content our delusions make us, the less human we are -- lotus eaters, or suspended in the Matrix, or partially sentient cattle in the feedlot.  Not really living.  Fantasy is the opposite of boldness, courage -- of anything at all that is real, like love or joy.  

I am fully disgusted with the fantasy of our culture -- the takeover of comicbook visual entertainments, where magic and mutations overcome every obstacle, and actual training and work are just cgi scenes to excite our eternal adolescence -- it's just a slightly expanded sort of porn.  

The actual stupidity of the fantasy cult of the super-empowered usually ethnic warrior female, it's grating.  

Africa

Hollywood

The pervading dramatic theme is of a woman tormented by her insecurities, and talking about overcoming them, for this episode.  Women are great, as are men.  I mean real women, and real men.  But force feeding female interests into the adolescent male conventions of science fiction is not genre-bending, it's tone-deaf.  Hacks deserve to fail.  Invent your own antonym for meritocracy.

"Porn" is Greek for "whore", and whore means someone who applies her or his energy toward a completely inappropriate and ultimately damaging outcome, for reward.  Sex porn, fantasy porn, Marvel/DC porn, political porn.  In our current millennium, the human impulse is of course the same as always, but the tech is infinitely worse.  

I think it started with immediately available music, gramophones; prior to Edison, the only music you heard was what you, or someone near you, made.  Now our brains can be constantly fed, overfed with something that was meant to be not rare, but special; music, as excitotoxin.  Like theatre, music was invented not as entertainment but as ritual.  Into what cult have we been initiated, enchanted, entranced, fascinating glamour.

Same with cgi.  Very boring, now.  Nothing but 8 minute flying-car chases around burning skyscrapers.  Zoom!  Look out!  Damn!  Boom!  Nothing but fantastical hells and megalopolic cityscapes spanning moons-lit alien horizons.  Abandon all Hope.  Look on my Works, and despair.

I have a craving for the similitude of reality.  Being propelled into a dreamland by Star Wars -- and of course I mean the first movie, its real name -- was a unique experience, and should have remained that way.  I don't know the percentage of people who first try heroin and are immediately addicts, or truly psychically damaged.  That's what happened to our culture.  Addicted to near-virtual impossible reality.  When senso-suits become commercial, the terrorists will have been right -- we will be completely immersed, depraved and satanic.

And the writing and storytelling is really bad.  Formula for teenagers. Suck it down, suck it up.  As Jack Nicholson said about playing the Joker, "Sometimes you just have to let the costume do the acting."  Now, cgi does the writing.

I'd intended to say something else.  But like the Holy Spirit, I go where I listeth.  

J