At the National People’s Congress … Xi used strong language against the US [vowing] to modernise China’s military to make it a Great Wall of Steel, calling on the country to step up efforts to defend national security amid mounting tensions with the United States." Xi demanded "greater self-reliance in science and technology, at a time when the US has blocked its access to … cutting-edge technologies". Xi said, “Led by the United States, the West has implemented all-round containment to suppress China, bringing unprecedented challenges to China’s development".
Friday, March 1, 2024
*Why China is WINNNINNNG!!! (24 characters and how usa is stpd)
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
*Butchers Day
Civilization is an idea, not something with material reality, not an object taking up space. Were it mere buildings, then ruins would be a civilization -- say, sacked Carthage. But it's not. It's not unread books in unattended libraries. It's not more musical artifacts than it is wind wailing through hollow trees. Civilization is an agreement between people about rules.
At a certain point of degeneration or growth, civilization might and should be imposed by some more benevolent power upon some mere chaos of willfulness and self-seeking. Barbarians have to be subdued, their barbaric practices suppressed, their savage culture extinguished. Not all behaviors are equal, you see. We're not speaking about technology, but of sensibilities.
It's the specifics of culture, modes of dress, hair styles, face painting, shavings, piercings, tattoos. It's rule of law and, not compassion, but, say, charity, for the, say virtuous poor, and widows and orphans, and those who cannot, cannot care for themselves. Those who will not care for themselves - well, the determined will always find a way to destroy themselves. My 600 Pound Life.
So we are civilized either by temperament and custom, or by force, the way some children are mild and need few rules, and some are undisciplined, spoiled, and need effective punishment.
I very, very rarely punished my son. Like, a one minute timeout in the corner. You sit next to him, and hold his hand, and have a talk. Done. But punishment, for people who are, and who have been surrounded by, stupid people. Unlearn it.
I'm saying this because I was hearing news about a certain scum culture and ethos with regard to our neighbors to the south. Specifically the cartels -- Zeta, Sinaloa, Ciudad Juárez, Nuevo Laredo, Tijuana, Matamoros. Savage border towns ruled by drug cartel anarchy and terror. Scum.
Unless it's your head on the block, it doesn't matter, the details. It's like knowing the details of the Gestapo compared to the SS -- maybe a little different, but so what. Yes, that's history, not current events. But it's just the difference between a depraved legacy, and a depraved present -- if you're not affected, as by violence and crime on your very streets, it's practically theory -- like sewer gas that you get used to.
And so I was thinking about what civilization is. What happens when the agreement falls apart, and there is no power to impose justice? The rules of civilization are no longer in play. You can't play with cheaters. Civilization is not a thing, an object. It is a set of rules that apply only under particular circumstances. When those circumstances change, behavior, responses must change.
So, Los Zetas, the Letter People, whose names must not be uttered, such is their terror, like Voldemort. It's not just that they behead, say, journalists. They sew in penes where tongues once were. Funny! They took the time and trouble, the care to do that.
They are to be destroyed through uncivilized means. On a Night or Week or Month of Long Knives, they must be isolated and butchered as one butchers pigs. Not warned, not frightened, not driven away, not reformed, not saved. Slaughtered. Also, their children must be killed, and their wives, and their abuelitas. Genocide, like Joshua son of Nun, against the Nephalim, in the Land of Canaan. Because there was a point where they became satanic.
No quarter. Is this savage? Of course it is. But civilization, like the Constitution, is not a suicide pact.
Night of the Long Knives was a Naaazi thing. Soviet purges just swept people up, innocent with the guilty, if there were any guilty. KGB custom was to come for you at 3 in the morning, the Devil's Hour.
But, no quarter. A very unchristian proposition, you assert. Perhaps. Let's examine the point. Jesus could afford to sacrifice himself, offer himself as the archetypal victim, because he was the Son of God. Among other things, it is his nature and purpose to sacrifice and suffer and die. So may it be for every good man, to be selfless. But the family situation of Jesus did not stop only with his Father. Or rather, it did stop there. Brothers and sisters, including some of us, but he was, you see, not married, and had no children. He could afford to sacrifice himself. No one was depending on him. Please don't quibble. My meaning is clear.
It is the first duty of a man to protect his family -- by which is not meant his birth family, the one that happenstance or Providence placed him helpless within. A man's real family is, becomes the one that he himself forms out of his own character and commitment -- it has dependents. A man who follows his theoretical ideals about helping his neighbor, or the stranger, or the monster, at the sacrifice of his children, this person is not just a fool -- he is a reprobate. Help the stranger, second -- perhaps as a way of teaching your children about decency, about civilized conduct. It's not me first, it's mine, first. On every level of decency.
When society, culture, government, fails to protect from savages, when the social compact is abrogated, disavowed, then vigilantism is not just understandable, it is required as an act of survival. Honor and manliness, now forbidden, these are civilized and barbarian traits, both. But self defense is justice.
To save civilization, the families of monsters will suffer, as, in the decline of civilization the families of the innocent do suffer.
This is not Old Testament verses New Testament. It is how to save a society in the first instance, and how to save an individual in the second. No contradiction. Different contexts. Evil is not tamed or accommodated. It is contained or destroyed.
You might tame a wild fierce animal -- but do not trust it around children.
That is the battlefield upon which we find ourselves. Savage gangs, cartels, and their filthy corrupt governments, among which I count the current american regime.
We, who adhere to that highest american ideal, rule of law -- we would be peaceful but must be fierce. Find the multiple heads of the monster and lop them off. Which follows the cartels' example, only virtuously. Let the guilty suffer. Perhaps the monster's limbs, the digits, little toes, will fall still.
Satan cannot be saved. Like the poor, the evil will always be with us. With the poor, we are kind and firm, mindful of compassion, diligent to not enable sloth, a forbidden word -- prudent in our stewardship, grateful for our own blessings. With evil we must be intolerant and judgmental and utterly bigoted, and we must hate it. God loves, but he hates. Jesus rejoices always, but he was angry. Deal with it. Both. Different circumstances call up different reactions, out of a righteous character.
We are at the end of our civilization. Only a Great Awakening could actually save us, understanding that every civilization falls. Almost all of the kings of Israel were bad, so, what hope have we?
A politician and presidential aspirant once observed, to great derision, that about half of Americans get an unearned government check. Approx 25 million others get a government check for their employment. Is that 60% of americans, not counting invaders? -- I'm too lazy and self-indulgent to bother to verify, and do math.
But, who has the grit to stand against the check-writer?
European college students have been observed to riot, at the mere suggestion of receiving less than their parents did, regardless of any impending calamity. Any continent is doomed, that has had to look to Germans to save it. And here we are, open borders, paying illegals 10k in tribute to their, what, brownness? Indigence? Can I say that?
I'd say the same of Norwegians, if they were invading. The vikings were monsters. My people. Then. See the point? Uncivilized.
What hope? No hope. Or only that which will come from sacrifice -- blood sacrifice, in the case of, say, monstrous drug lords, lords, and their acolytes. And there are not enough men in the world, resolute enough to pick up knives and start butchering the pigs.
I've been vegetarian since I was a teenager, and that's likely before you were born. I'm not blood thirsty. I'm starving for justice.
So as I sometimes do, I ask again, am I serious. Of course not. You don't kill family. Well, drone strikes, bombing terrorist compounds. What's the euphemism? Collateral damage. "Collateral" is a word nobody ever uses, except as a modifier of "damage". Damage, here, is a euphemism for "killing". And "killing" is a euphemism for, well, fill it in yourself. Then do the same for "abortion".
People who use euphemisms are not serious. And that's why I say: kill them. I want to be taken for serious.
J
Sunday, February 25, 2024
*Book of Job, Chapter Nine
*XFace
Xface. You know, like blackface. Tranzface. Could be ZFace, GenZ, FaceZ, FaZe. But X. X it out. X out yer sex. Bring out yer dead. How is it different. Let's say it's a white guy, in blackface. He's NOT black, but he's attempting to represent, if not simulate, the appearance. How is it different? You're not black, not a woman, not a black woman.
Well, there's a surgery,
Although a previously completely obscure hiphop bebop Doo-wop Boop-Oop-a-Doop, um, artist? performer? personality? bandwagoneer has partway tattooed himself, toward his aspirational race.
Vaudevillians like Al Jolson used burnt cork, easy to remove. Bert Williams
was a black performer who wore blackface. He wasn't black enough, otherwise. That's a problem nowadays too, not being sufficiently authentically black, not all BLM and Reparational and Democrat.There are chemical ways to darken, but that would fade, slough off the skin, or the pill or shot would wear off. Melanin wouldn't be permanently ramped up in cells. Like the guy who turned himself blue by supersaturating himself with colloidal silver; he's dead now.
Whereas amputated organs do not grow back. We're not lizards, most of us, to regrow tails. Cal Gov Gavin Newsom,
The Nightmare of California (now streaming on Peacock), might, as he reportedly said, "creep out of my skin for you like the snake that I am. That's right, sssstupid, I'm coming for you. Sssscum." But non-Silurians (or does he identify as Sleestak?) can't regrow penises. Penis penis penis. I enjoy my penis, but I depend on my testes -- penis, like the girl you'd party with
-- or testes, the woman you'd marry.So it's not quite the same. But that is the nature of all analogies. If there weren't differences, they'd be the same thing. Blackface, and tranz surgery.
But they're pretending. They've x'ed out their birth genitals, excise, ex-size, shrinking penis into a clitoris, and they're passing as something else -- as the other. I won't bother to inform you about the ethno-sociological … regrettable? tragic? phenomenon of passing.
The difference is that race-passing was for social advantage in a repressive state, and sex-passing is about narcissism, dysphoria -- a dysfunctional state, emotional, spiritual.
We should have compassion for those who are sick. It's a christian and jewish virtue. But to believe the deluded is to follow them into destruction. We know what male and female is because we have eyes and hands, and an awareness of reproductive reality. It's not belief, it's fact. A fact is something that can be demonstrated. Otherwise it's theory, or opinion, or deception, or delusion, or etc. As they say, someone with an experience is never at the mercy of someone with a theory, or, moreso, a feeling.
So, Xface, latinx, hispanix, larynx, phalanx, manx, minx, lynx, jinx, latinx. Latino, ex out the o, O-face,
X-face.The Genderfix Bible - all "binary" gender errors corrected! Sample (copyright): "For Gox so loved the world that xe gave xers only begotten donx..."
We haven't been asked to participate in a mass hysteria before ... well, the Salem witch trials ... and the Civil War ... and Covidism.
Stalinist Russia,It is particularly toxic, because wokism is sexual in nature, down past the genetic level, to spirit itself, male spirit in wrong body, or contrariwise. Wrong chromosome, wrong sex, wrong race, wrong god. Everything is everything else. Aum, mother-father.
J
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
*Credo cadere valeo
You know the way ideas can just rattle around in your head. Unclosed loops. Even if/when I write them out, which I do less and less nowadays, they're still there. Far too often it's negative ideas, things I've said that I regret, because they caused pain. I didn't mean for that, but no excuse. Jack. Just keep your mouth shut.
One of the non-toxic things that keeps worming my ear is the stupid sweet song about how I believe I can fly. And my rote response is, Really? I believe you can fall. I believe in gravity. I am right, and this is not an example of anything I would regret saying. There are true things that should not be spoken, or, then again, that should be. Sane reality is good.
So the toxic cultic dogma that stupid parents poison their victim-children with: you can be anything you want to be. So sweet. So positive & empowering. But only if the government or insurance will pay for your tranny castration and mutilation.
You want to be a girl, because on a non-contradictable level of reality you really are a girl -- evolution, biology and human nature to the contrary? Well, honey child, then that's what you are. You're truth. You being you. god don't make no mistakes, nor Goddess neither.
Except of course for the little embarrassing fact, the hanging chad, the loose end, of your penis and fully descended testicles partially filling your scrotum, confusing folks about how you really are a girl. Off with their heads.
So the brain worm is that, should I hear or think of the phrase, I believe I can fly -- I just can't help but complete the idea, if it is an idea:
Really? You believe you can fly? I believe you can be child-molested by the guy who's singing that song.
All the more likely, because such children have not been taught about the nature of immutable reality. I believe I can do any possible thing. I can climb, and jump, and glide with equipment. I can walk on a tight rope, if I practice, and the rope is thick, and stabilized. I can climb an 18 foot rope without using my legs -- did it yesterday. I can walk on my hands, still, with someone holding my feet for balance. I could do a backflip, if I practice, with coaching and safety measures. I have the ridiculous idea that I could still run a 5 minute mile, if I train -- even at my age. It must not be impossible.
I do not believe I can fly, or jump to the moon, or read minds or voodoo an enemy. My emotion, I believe, affects mostly only me, and then, in descending order, anyone who might love me, then care about me, then have to spend time with me, then fall within the radius of my influence -- like you, now.
And the aforementioned abused children, are abused also because they have not been taught about critical thinking. Magic, and Santa, and happy endings -- all part of the play of childhood. As are the revenge killings of fairy tales, and the tummy-aches that follow Halloween, and the itch of poison ivy after a fun day in the woods. It's all good -- honing the edge and point of one's intelligent apprehending of reality. Reality reality reality.
The stupidity and moral turpitude of our current depraved american and western culture can be traced in part to the mindset, the magical thinking that budded in the 60s and metastasized toward the end of the 20th century. Our myth of the land of opportunity has led to the self-entitled alien invader, claiming our benefits without acknowledging any responsibility. Elsewhere I've shown the picture of the placard-holder, asserting that "asylum is a right". Well, maybe. But it's a right that has a mandatory procedure by which it may be enjoyed. Otherwise, me having sex with your daughter, or son, is my right, because I want it.
In this, am I stupid, with moral turpitude? Yes. But I believe I can fly. It's my truth. Me being me.
J
* The two religions
I say there are only two religions. Of works and of grace. But there is only one, of works. Visit orphans and widows in their trouble, and stay unpolluted from the world. Live up to a standard, whatsoever. When I was hungry you fed me; I was thirsty, you gave me drink; I was a stranger and you took me in; naked, you clothed me; sick and you cared for me; I was in prison and you came to me.
The things you do, whatever they are, and the way you treat people. That's what religion is, the discipline of those things.
It's a word from the Latin, religion -- from either relegere, "to go through again", as in repeated thoughts, or re-reading -- like ritual repetitions, rosary and set prayer times. Or, from Latin, religare, "to bind", like LIGament, LIGature. You are bound by obligation to a practice. ObLIGation.
True religion is doing these things, caring for the sick etc. What then is false, or at least not-true, religion? Selfishness? Empty rituals? It's me-first, self-advancement -- including meditation unto enlightenment, unto the very abnegation of self. False religion, me me me. These are certainly not "visiting the sick".
But either way, true or false, religion is about works. TRUE, doing good for others. FALSE, doing things for yourself. Monks sequestered in a life of contemplation. Selfish. Cell fish.
The other religion, NOT about true- or false-works? Grace. You didn't earn it, don't deserve it. It's the religion that is not a religion. It has nothing to do with psychology, psuche, soul, enlightenment, nirvana.
Again, I say there are two religions, but there's really only one: things you do for the advancement of the soul -- psuche, animus, nephesh, prana, chi. These are not exact cognates, but they all refer to that perfectible essence that concerns mystic and ascetics, monks, religionists.
By this meaning, of working, of works for your soul -- there are, again, true and false religions, in that some methods (works) advance and some inhibit soulish growth. Religion as an edification to the world, or as a means of power and selfishness, self advancement. Inward or outward, selfish or selfless. It's still all pretty much the same -- all about gaining advantage in the world. Moslem and Hindu and Buddhist -- well, fill in the list. Shinto. Christian. Orthodox/ Roman Catholic/ Protestant. Calvinism. Methodism. Just ways of acting or thinking that affect the soul. Methods and beliefs that are personal to the individual, and which differ only in efficaciousness.
Then, again, there's the religion that is not a religion, because it is not about the advancement of the soul. It's the only one that is not about works and goals, and self. It has nothing to do with the world. It is entirely about a relationship with God, which is the only means of transcending, extending out of the universe. That relationship is spiritual, not soulish. Soulish enlightenment may come with the relationship, but it may not. In any case, it's grace, not works
Enlightenment -- a process, a goal, a relationship with the world -- is not the point; rather, reviving a dead spirit -- that's salvation, as Jesus taught it. Saved not from a benighted soul, false ideas, an excess of desire, bad breathing habits. Saved from a cut-off, a dead spirit. Separated not from the timeless sea of nonbeing, the eternal cloud of unknowing, but from the transcendent source of life, rather than the natural physics of life. Separated not from the grand, wholistic oneness of the universe, but from the God who made the universe.
So, there are only two religions, of soul and the universe, and of spirit and God. Soul is about works and experience in the universe -- a process, and all religions are true, in that they depend on what you do.
Spirit is not about anything -- it's a relationship that reaches God, by grace. No one saves themselves by believing and keeping the laws of Moses, the Pillars of Islam, the Paths of Buddhism, the credos of Christendom. There is no way to save yourself. You are saved the way a drowning man is pulled from the water. Because someone is gracious enough to do it.
Christianity has three salvations: justification, sanctification, and glorification. You're justified the moment you are born again -- that opening of your heart to grace, forgiveness. The price is paid -- your debt is wiped clean. Thank you.
Sanctification -- that's the rest of your life, doing good works, spreading grace, being kind and righteous. Of course we fail. Do you think God expects otherwise? But we are pleasing in our effort, as small children are pleasing.
Then there's glorification, and that's resurrection and rewards and paradise and all of that stuff that isn't really our business right now, not really the point, even if it is the destination.
I didn't mean to go on like this. The upshot is, again, two religions, of saving yourself, somehow, how ever, whatever works -- or of not being able to save yourself -- being saved.
J
Monday, February 19, 2024
* Shoot to Kill
The same dudes who blew up some airplanes mid-flight in NY City a while back? … not 1941 … I seem to recall there might have been some property damage too, structural, some "towers" or something, but whatever.
Anyway, those dudes? The same ones who blow up shoppers on sidewalks and people at parades and commuters with car bombs and van bombs and bus bombs and train bombs and road bombs and plane bombs? What do they have against transportation? It's like a mania.
Well, they do, incidentally, blow up Jews in Israel too. Some Jews -- any Jew will do, for these doods. And not of course just in Israel. And not just Jews, while I think of it. Anyone, really. Any American, or Spaniard or Brit or Indian, Filipino, German, Dane. Or any Moslem. Any human. These dewds think that humans are for killing. Killing on sight, blow up on sight. Shoot to kill. And they’re right.
They are right to understand that the implacable, unappeasable blood enemy is fit for only one thing. Alas, they have no such enemy, but they are correct in understanding that such is the proper response, should they somehow encounter a serious foe. Not that they will, necessarily, hiding behind women and children as they are, while targeting women and children.
Thus, Hamas. Not the delightful Middle Eastern chickpea spread. No. Not garbanzo. Gar BOMB zo. Heh heh.
We live in interesting times. It's Bush's fault, of course, his and Trump's. Maga.
I’ve done a fair bit of reading about the USA a century ago -- and I’m not the first to notice that these times are like those. Transformational. Tranz genital formational.
Telephones and gramophones and automobiles and electricity. Appliances. A revolution. For the first time ever, you could listen to world-class music, alone. Think how important music is today. Now imagine that if you wanted to hear music, you had to make it, or have someone make it, or go somewhere it was being made. You see the point. Revolutuionary.
My smaller point is common sense.
My son always impressed me with his common sense. Probably because it is the same as my own. I raised him to see the black and the white, as well as the shades of gray. And he does. The application here, not just for him but for every non-insane person, is that self-defense is an inalienable right.
When faced with hitlers, you kill them. Pardon the cliche. I do have a Godwin Rule waiver.
But, I did say, here, not very long ago, we CAN do business with some hitlers. No contradiction. The hitlers who are declared? -- who are marching? -- who’ve heated up the ovens, a Hansel and Gretel witch? These hitlers need killing. The ones who only write books about their struggle? ... well, we live in a world where we cannot conquer every evil.
So last year the mohammadans tried to genocide the jews, again. They used their philistine base as a launching pad to attack Israel. In the aughts, variously they did the same -- tried to take over Lebanon for the same purpose -- a place from which to launch rockets. Reports had it, then as now, that Iran was and is behind it.
Well, it’s only Jews. Who are the Jews, to live in Israel? Put ’em on Madagascar ... or MadaGasOvens. Tee hee.
No.
We’ve been here before, some number of times. Invasions and intifadas, blitzkriegs, Pearl Harbors, 9/11s, 10/7s. Sometimes we realize that the stand we take must be a war footing. Sometimes we just play at it. But challenges must be responded to, no matter the effect on gas prices, or scented candles, or whatever it is we care so much about. I’ll pay the price, and gladly, if paying more for the oil or wax will buy me some more blood. The blood of the enemy. Because the enemy, who murder the innocent then hide among civilians … well, Ralph Peters said perfectly:
“Those who wear civilian clothes to ambush soldiers or collect intelligence are assassins and spies -- beyond the pale of law.
“Traditionally, those who masquerade as civilians in order to kill legal combatants have been executed promptly, without trial. ...
“Consider today's norm: A terrorist in civilian clothes can explode an IED, killing and maiming American troops or innocent civilians, then demand humane treatment if captured - and the media will step in as his champion. A disguised insurgent can shoot his rockets, throw his grenades, empty his magazines, kill and wound our troops, then, out of ammo, raise his hands and demand three hots and a cot while he invents tales of abuse.”
Yes, that just about sums the matter up. War is too the answer. Yes, it most certainly is. The days when armies arrayed in gaily hued uniforms lined up in neat rows and discharged rounds at each other in ordered volleys -- gone. The days when armies wore uniforms -- gone. We have been dragged back into barbarism -- or rather we are met by a barbarous foe, who needs to be treated in kind.
Reality aside, what Hamas and their fellow terrorists of any description need, is not civil justice. They need military justice, as on the battlefield. Kill them. Kill them.
Well, that's just a revenge fantasy, like the idiot movies the morons of Hollywood poop out.
But even so, kill them -- or at least, they SHOULD be killed. Because they are exactly the same people who executed a one-way flight into New York City to such dazzling effect some one score and three summers ago. Remember? Magnificent, wasn't it -- like Hollywood special effects, CGI or something, with super-empowered persons of color claiming their agency.
Surreal. Remember? Almost like a dream. And they are still weaving their dreams, these terrorists -- not the same individuals, but the same people. I suggest a rude awakening for them, from this dream. I suggest we send swift messengers to whistle through their skulls and usher them into the more permanent reality that they call Paradise and we call Hell. Kill them.
But no I couldn't possibly be serious, talking as if there were an actual war. We're americans now, sort of a sugardaddy playground monitor, crossing guardians of the galaxy. Serious? Talk to the hand.
So, years and years and years ago, why, 2 years ago and one score, my son, my very son was IN Iraq. And he did indeed find himself on the blunt end of a rifle with vermin in his sights. Thank you, son. Save our lives. Save civilization.
Frightening, isn’t it, to hear a loving father say such a thing. But we have not saved the world from tyranny time and again, that we may now fall beneath the sandals of the Bedouin -- well, not US. Currently, the Jews, yet again.
I said here that I expected the islamist hostage taker rapist murderers to celebrate our Thanksgiving or Xmas or New Years, or Valentines Day -- celebrate in their own unique yet reoccurring way. President's Day. I am so angry that I was wrong about that. And embarrassed. But even so, it will come. It will come. It did for Israel. Did and does and will.
We have not received that torch of freedom -- lit at so dear a price by distant founders, and handed on along an unbroken line of patriots down to our very fathers and grandfathers -- that we should now stand idle and let its flame blow out. Gutter. There is too much darkness in the galaxy.
And it is the young men who will save us -- under wise leadership, if we are blessed to have that. It is the blood of our sons, as it was of our fathers, that will preserve Liberty. The blood of young Israelis, with that monster crouching at their doorstep. The blood of our sons, and more, their courage and fierce violence.
Because there's wisdom, which avoids violence but never at the price of true integrity. And wisdom looks down the road, for what's coming, for what is needed, looks the way so very very few of the political self-seeking hacks might do -- but no that was sloppy. Hacks would never be wise. I'm skirting around it, the word, the idea, of patriotism -- that knows how to self-sacrifice.
All those years ago, I did not send off my son to die. He volunteered, and the unspoken part of it is that he volunteered to kill. God blessed his safe return. And in a handful of weeks from now, I am due a grandchild, thank you very much. My son did his part, to make the future a place of peace and safety, in honor. It's never really fixed, because there's always a new crop of morons, as there is of decent people.
What makes for decent people is not softness, kindness, only. It should be just about the last option, but necessary sometimes. Yes, yes, young man, son, shoot to kill. And sleep well for it.
J
Friday, February 16, 2024
*How Hamas is exactly like the illegals' invasion: Imperfect & Unsatisfying Solutions
Sunday, December 24, 2023
Saturday, December 16, 2023
* Some of My 'Shark Tank' Ideas!!!
• Cat nail polish!
• Feather curling / waves & bobs / perms!
• Pig tanning booth, home spray-tan service! Treats vitiligo! - Also pig electrolysis, expandable to other household pets!
• Fishtank dye! (colored water)!
• Tail ribbons for ALL domestic, wild and feral animals! - also nose-rings - human adaptable!
!!!
• Hyena meat - steaks, burgers, dogs, cutlets, briquette, loaf, shish kabob, bouillabaisse, tartar, bacon, jerky, etc.! Exotic! Trending (potentially)! Perfect for the Foodie!
-- Food truck, cart, stand, online, mail order, retail, franchise, promotional give-away, licensable!
• "Pedi-Kyur"! Foot sanitizer (guaranteed to not sanitize hands)!
• "Knobs 'n' Homs"! Knee & elbow sanitizer (front & back!) (likewise, guaranteed NO hand sanitizing!)!
!!!
Thursday, December 14, 2023
* Why I Am Now Pro-Empire and Against War(s)
Wednesday, December 13, 2023
* Abortion
Well.
Well.
Abortion.
I have no words to deal adequately with this thing. What shall I say, to those on the other side? You kill babies? They will say, “No, we terminate unwanted pregnancies.” I will say, by killing babies, and they object, “Fetus, not baby.” I respond that fetus is just the Latin for young one, and they reply that I am very erudite, but etymology is not a biological science.
And we have wasted words.
So I say there is nothing magical about air, that contact with it turns a fetus into a baby. They will say that it is, indeed, a difficult and controversial subject, and that viability is a good criterion – if the fetus is viable outside the womb, then it would count as a baby, but a fetus is not human life. I point out that anything that exhibits metabolism is alive, and they respond that tadpoles are alive. And the fact that these fetuses have human, not amphibian, DNA? --Well, fingernails have human DNA. But, I ask, do fingernails exhibit metabolism? They respond: Is a single cell a human ... are we yeast? I reply: Is yeast "alive," and does a human remain only a single cell? My point seems not to be understood, and is ignored. Instead we quibble about trimesters and technologies, and about hard cases such as anacephalism. There is no resolution.
More wasted words.
I say that we should err on the side of caution – if we are not sure, if there is any doubt at all, then we should count this entity as human. I give the example of a building scheduled for demolition: someone is saying that there’s a child inside, and the building must not be destroyed. Given the uncertainty, we should wait. Life is more precious than the schedule. They say the analogy is not valid, and add that a woman is worthy of mercy too, and the burden of unwanted motherhood outweighs the theoretical presumption that a fetus is a fully human life – that the "building" is "occupied." I reply that between death, and inconvenience, the choice is clear. They demur, and we cannot agree.
Futility.
I say that the fetus of John the Baptist leaped for joy in the womb, when it came into the presence of the newly-conceived Jesus. From this, I assert that everything a person possesses of spirit, he possesses at conception. “Oh, there are so many things wrong with that,” they scoff, observing that superstition has no place in a discussion about science. I take up that theme, pointing out that the system of cells, at any stage of development, has a unique genetic code, very quickly a nervous system, and in more than half the cases, a penis. I laboriously spell out the fact that a woman has only one genetic code, only one nervous system, and no penis at all – it is not “her body,” but rather another body, within her body. They respond that regardless of any other consideration, whatever goes on inside her body is solely her own responsibility. I consider an ethical response, but abandon it as useless.
Useless.
Nazis said some people are more human than others. Racists say that some people are more human than others. Because language is powerful, we strive to control it. I say Hitler murdered Jews, Nazis say he exterminated vermin. I say abortion kills babies, abortionists say choice terminates unwanted pregnancies. Nazis and racists believe in a continuum of humanity, up to a master race. Abortionists, too, believe that we evolve into our humanity – at conception, it is only potential, and we have not yet fully developed into it. Indeed, an infant is not viable, in that it cannot care for itself. A young girl is not fully developed, not sexually viable. Is she then not fully human? Personality is developed, but personhood is innate.
But such reasoning issues like heat into the void.
I recall myself saying as a callow youth in high school that babies were better off dead, rather than born to stupid parents. I was convinced otherwise by the simple thought experiment of picturing an abortion from the perspective of its object. Possessed as I am of some clarity of imagination, the image that rose up before my mind’s eye was sufficiently disturbing that I grew pale and faint, and had actually to leave the classroom. And I was convinced. It’s not right to kill babies. Even unborn babies. Regardless of any consideration about the supposed prospects, the potential quality of life, that may lay in that baby’s future. Babies have a right to a future. There is no appeal to reason, here. Words are useless. Either you get it, or you don’t.
That's all.
J
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Another Word
Abortion. Words are useless. Either you get it, see it, or you don’t.
That's all.
Well ... not quite all. Because it holds a strange fascination. I'm of an age where I generally possess enough maturity and self-restraint to simply walk away - but sometimes a thing just draws the eyes to it, and we stare, like innocence at the hint of depravity. So I return, briefly, to the subject again. Abortion. And again, my son of a previous decade teaches the lesson.
In fact, we were outside that self-same store. A health food store, as it happens. On the sidewalk was a fellow collecting signatures. "Would you like to sign a petition, protecting a woman's right to choose." I never did learn the details. How, in what manner, was a woman's right to choose being threatened, that signatures needed to be gathered? I haven't a clue.
There we stood, my little boy and myself, holding hands. And I, being me, just had to ask: "A woman's right to choose what?" Butter wouldn't melt.
He seems surprised, because I don't give the appearance of an ignoramus. "Why," he said, "why, the right to ... it's about reproductive freedom."
"Ah," I breathed. "You're talking about abortion." There's another word for it, you see.
"Uh, yes."
I didn't have anything planned, of course. That's not my style. A lot of my time is spent listening to the wind. I just felt like holding my boy, so I picked him up - him sitting on my arm - you know. I was looking at his hand, and I remembered him as a new baby, noticing his hand for the first time, thinking how perfect it was. Like a five-petalled flower.
"You know," I said, "this is my son. Look at him. Isn't he handsome? Look at how perfect he is." I said it smiling - joyfully, really. "Tell me, sir," I said, "when would it have been okay to abort him?"
Alas, that's where my little story ends. Memory fails, you see. I just don't remember what he said, or what I said after him. I know it wasn't anything dramatic. Again, not my style. I expect that he just moved on to another prospect. And I expect that he got nothing from the exchange. Because he was standing outside a health food store, gathering signatures to protect a woman's right to choose.
J
Tuesday, December 12, 2023
* Hostage
We are hostage to a fallen world, that lies in the lap of evil, ruled by a dark Principality. God does not govern here - merely intervenes, sometimes. And what we have to sustain us, is a promise. We hope that we will be happy, or that our happiness, if we have it, will continue. We hope there is a hedge around us, to preserve us from a pain beyond our capacity to endure.
We have been told we will not be tested to the breaking point. But how weak we are, how small. How alone we are, in this evil place of anguish and torment. Yet it isn’t hell, yet. Shall we find comfort, in this?
God calls himself a father, to us. How can we argue against God? We count our pain as chastisement, and it is for our good. For God is our Father. That he is so distant, is our fault. For he is God, and everywhere.
If we have no comfort, did he not send a Comforter? But this is what I know. He calls himself the God of Consolation. Why am I not consoled? A father reaches out, and you feel his hand take yours. What father doesn’t do this?
Have you noticed it? I can’t be the only one. Because I’m not quite as crazy as the world is. I’m still civilized. But some of these things have happened, and not tomorrow. How will we bear it?
Sometimes, salvation, and sanity, is just a habit.
J
Saturday, December 9, 2023
* It Gets the Hose
As we have ineluctably demonstrated time and again, biden is the worst president since James Buchanan, another one-termer, who like biden was a career politician and a hermaphrodite. That is, Buchanan was a hermaphrodite. I have no positive information in that regard about biden.
There's his highly notable cohabitation with William King -- Buchanan called it a communion. Andrew Jackson called them Miss Nancy and Aunt Fancy. King was considered effeminate, so of course there is speculation re homosexuality. But a hermaphrodite cannot be homosexual.
Buchanan was six feet tall and weighed 220 pounds, but was described as small. He had tiny feet and could not grow facial hair. One eye was very near-sighted and the other was very far-sighted, and they were positioned asymmetrically.
A "chimera" is an organism whose cells derive from more than one zygote. This can happen with human fetuses. Over half of the individuals identified as chimera are hermaphrotitic. "Other clinical signs ... are body asymmetry ... and different colored eyes" (-- also, visible "lines of Blaschko", which are 'striped' skin patterns that almost everyone has, a relic of embryonic development, and analogous to zebra stripes and leopard spots. They can show up under very strong blacklight.)
Buchanan's memorial, in Washington, D.C., shows him enthroned on a long platform, equidistant between two seminude figures symbolizing Law and Diplomacy - male to the right and female to left ... our right, his left. These figures are each approximately half the size of that of Buchanan. You might say, two of them makes one of him.
"Psst. I'm the Commander in Chief!"It's good to be the king, I'm not joking. Here comes the choo-choo engineer, with a key! [sing-song] he's a-comin' down the street! Woo a-wooo! And now I’m a cowboy! Doo dee doo dee doo dee... [singing]