Month: November 2018

I periodically have these dreams where I stayed on at the University of Chicago.  I would very much like to say that I have a Ph.D from there, but the fact is I did not want to do the work.  I got tired of smelling like old books, which by and large smelled to me like irrelevancy.

And I was right, of course: nothing I could have done there would have made much of a difference.  Nothing I have done since has made much of a difference either, but at least I can pursue varied paths at will, like a dog on a scent, and I do think the scent of relevancy is getting hot.

But last night I was dreaming of the gorgeous scenery outside the school: the mountains and streams (which of course don’t exist: it is a highly urban campus, which when I was there was suffering the inevitable effects of long term Democrat governance, most notably an exceptionally high crime rate despite the largest private university police department in the country; I personally heard one shooting, and another happened a block from my place at 3pm), the colors of fall.

I spent yesterday reading Wendell Berry, and everything I touch rubs off on me, and much of it winds up in my dreams.  I feel everything.  I can’t process everything, which is why I have to dissociate, but I feel everything.  It is mine to reject, consciously or unconsciously.  I am very sensitive.

And so I had in my dreams the comparison of a classroom, where we might have been attending a lecture on the medieval Hindu Bhakti movement, and a world outside of light and movement.  And it became obvious to me the world outside was the better teacher, but that fear kept me inside the classroom with so much less to offer.

Here is what I would like to propose: a sense of place is a foundational element in Goodness.  Morality is what we choose to do.  Goodness is what comes naturally.  And when we are relaxed, when we feel a sense of belonging, when we don’t need to justify our existence or our presence in any way–as we so often do in the modern world (I will note that to call this the result of “Capitalism” is ludicrous and patently superficial to the point of farce, and that a great deal of modern anomie comes from REMEDIES, so called, to “Capitalism”)–then we are naturally open, naturally kind, naturally friendly, in the ways which Lao Tse described over two millenia ago.  Nothing needs to be taught.  There is no need for wise men, outside of the transmission of a healthy cultural tradition.

True Goodness is impossible in conditions of chronic tension.


Tension is the enemy–chronic tension in any event.  And what does our media build?  The Walking Dead?  Stranger Things?  And what does porn build but frustration, by and large?   You can’t masturbate enough to equal love.  Everything all around us, the economic desperation made inevitable by our diluted money supply, our media, and ideas we are taught, such as YOLO and fuck everyone else, and that salvation can be found by voting Blue:  all of this works to build monsters, and that is what we are building.

My planning and work continue.  I have some new things I am going to try, and will advise.

to generate a sane political climate in this country, is for a morality to be developed, for the post-religious, outside of politics. 

Their creed is their vote, and their vote, reliably, is for worse and worse.  They cannot stop.  They cannot help it.  They have nothing else.  They need something else.

What they have is worse than nothing.  But they can’t see this, because you cannot see the outside of the box if you have lived in it all your life.

I recently reached a ledge in my long climb.  I rested a moment, and I can now see the next stage in my journey.

There is no down in life, in my view.  It is all climb.  Every day for the rest of my life I want to express life force in the world, to create something, to think something, to feel something.  I want to push on the world, and let the world push on me, until we are rocking happily together in some useful or pleasurable (which often amount to the same thing) activity.

There will come a day when God says you can climb no more on this Earth.  Then I will climb somewhere else. This is not, in my view, ambition: it is life. 

Not infrequently, God closes one door, opens two, closes one, opens another one, closes the first, closes a window you didn’t even know was there until it was gone, installs a revolving door which you circle a couple times before you figure it out, and then it is closed again, but a sliding glass door is open.  Etc.

Nothing is less confusing to me than how people get confused by life.

I will add, and this is actually a very important point, that everyone who is alive–who has not committed suicide–is in some form of equilibrium.  It is very often an equilibrium which involves self deception, self medication in some form, and frequent ups and downs, but which more or less “works”.  And when you try to “fix” what is working, you risk upsetting everything.

Change has to align with the circle of your equilibrium.  You need to alter its trajectory gradually, without undoing the things you didn’t know were holding up you don’t know what.

Don’t gulp.  Not where you are concerned.  And don’t pounce where others are concerned.  Feed a hint here and there.  A positive attitude (if you can manage it, honestly) and a kind word here and there are about the best you can hope for where most people are concerned.  Anything more: let them ask you.

This is a new idea and thought pattern for me.  I am afraid I have hurt a lot of people trying to help them, although I think in most cases they retreat instinctively before I have a chance.  I’m the emotional repair men from Brazil. That’s a bit exaggerated, but not as much as I would like.

I don’t know what all I don’t understand, but it is a LOT. I keep trying to get a little better day by day, and I seem to be making glacially slow, but real, progress.

Imagine a scenario where Trump is impeached and removed from office on bogus charges that cannot be made to stick in s criminal court and then he RUNS AGAIN AND WINS AGAIN.

Every time I think the Democrats can’t go lower, can’t get slimier, can’t show their contempt for America and it’s laws more thoroughly, these morherfuckers come up with some new way to win elections other than by giving people a reason to like and trust them.

Mail in ballots, obviously, do not require voter ID. All any person willing to commit fraud to help these lunatics continue their path of destruction need do is identify likely nonvoters who are registered., then vote as them. They can request ballots be sent many places, and then mail them in. One organized person could vote hundreds or even thousands of times.

I was wondering why these rat bastards were so focused on early voting this year: now we know.

Let’s all pray the line of sanity and law holds.

And we need to fundamentally rework our election system. No mail in ballots from people who are in the country and not bedridden. If you cannot verify you are who you say you are, then no vote. This is fair, and I suspect a strong majority of Americans understand this.

I continue to think Trump should ask the people who WORK FOR HIM to do what he asked, which is declassify what Mueller has dug up.  He’s been at this shit for two years, for God’s sake.  Let’s air all the dirty laundry.  Let’s see what’s there.

If the Dem’s want to claim there is something Trump is hiding, surely to God a man given nearly unlimited power–power certainly not seen as limited by the 4th Amendment, common sense, or personal integrity by Mueller–for two years has found it.  Let’s see it.  Let it all hang out there.

We need to go through this.  We need all these lies the Left is telling to be SHOWN as lies.  And obviously people stupid enough to believe this pabulum will swill whatever concoction the Dems dream up next, but not all.  Not all.  And the momentum of truth is in our direction.  A LOT Of people repudiated CNN and MSNBC to elect Trump, and to vote in an increased majority in the Senate.  And CNN and MSNBC cannot be less disingenuous without becoming openly the Weekly World News.  And Fox, Tucker Carlson particularly, continues to do outstanding work.

On that last point, is it not ODD (I’m kidding, I’m a kidder) that the media by and large defended Jim Acosta’s thuggish behavior (which beyond any possibility of dispute involved pushing that young lady’s bicep down) and have ZIP to say about Tucker Carlson being threatened by Nazis at his own house?

Where are we?  Where are we as a nation?  How are so many seemingly nice people able and eager to defend the worst impulses of the human spirit?  Do they really think they are the only ones capable of violence? 

I can speak for many when I say that I feel anger, but I am absolutely, positively attached to the notion of, and long historical practice of, the peaceful resolution of difference in this nation.  Once true reciprocal violence starts, something will have been killed that is very, very important to me.  It starts a cycle that is very, very hard to end.  I really hope we don’t start down that road, but if this shit keeps happening, and if the cops continue to fail to do their job of keeping the peace, of preventing terroristic, threatening behavior, gunshots will ring out, sooner or later.

And mark my words: this Marine was a Democrat.  The one in California.  He targeted the area where he lived where he thought he could find rednecks.  He was clearly driven mad by anger fueled by PTSD, but he was rational enough to choose a target, and rational enough to drive himself there.

PARTICULARLY if I am right, the media, if it finds this out, will bury it as soon as possible, and bury it as deep as they can.  He’s dead after all, and they still have their anti-gun media initiative.

Politically, I think maybe it is best we give these corrupt fools a shot at Trump.  Mueller has found nothing in two years.  Trump has been audited every year for the past thirty or so.  And what else is there or could there be? 

And while they are firing blanks, Trump can be getting indictments for top Democrats (and perhaps a few Republicans) for real crimes.

That is my hope.  I do think we needed to lose the House, because otherwise, with a do-nothing Republican majority, Democrats could and would have claimed they could do it better.  They have it now.  It’s theirs to fuck up, which may allow a mop up of honest Republican conservatives in 2020, along–I can hope, can’t I?–with an honest Speaker.

1.  I would like to see a mean son of a bitch with all of Trumps confrontational ability, and none of his charm, for the new AG.  As near as I can tell, that job does not need to be political.  It needs to be honest, thorough, and ruthless enough to go anywhere the evidence goes, draw the proper conclusions, and slap the cuffs on the right people.  I literally think a combat veteran with no children would be ideal.  Someone who hates corruption and corrupt people, and who is willing to, perhaps literally, put their life on the line, which may be what it takes to strike at the root of the rot within our system.

2. If election fraud is not a Federal crime, it should be.  And we need mandatory sentencing.  I am thinking ten years.  Getting caught needs to scare the shit out of people.

And whatever it would take to require voter ID everywhere, we need to do it.  Maybe Trump can do it by Executive Order and let the courts sort it out.

The Left really has a very poor argument on this, one which is inherently racist, and my personal feeling is that most people don’t buy it, least of all black people.

Fire Elmer Fudd, or perhaps more kindly, since he appears to be a doddering, fearful old man, ask him to resign (I am reminded of Lincoln’s line “if you’re not going to use the Army, perhaps I could borrow it for a while), then start doing the investigations most Americans WANT done, desperately want done, so that we can SEE there remains some hope, some integrity, some reason for trust in the future, in a world where the NSA spies on every last thing we do.

Grammar is not my thing, but I’m pretty sure that was a run-on sentence.

Prosecute Hillary.  We know the House will be on the attack relentlessly.  If Trump plays this right, the attacks on him will backfire, and the attacks he makes on the Deep State will resonate with many.

Trump may be impeached, for nothing, but if he cannot be convicted in the Senate, and with a 3 seat pickup that is inconceivable, absent major and inexcusable defections, then it doesn’t matter in the slightest.  Again, it may only serve to help him, by pointing out how desperately partisan the Democrats are.

All in all, I agree with Dennis Miller’s summation that “Paul Ryan was an ostensible friend who could only make Trump look bad, and Nancy Pelosi is an enemy who can only make Trump look good.”

And what is interesting about this, is I can state it openly.  All of us can.  We can say the strategy out loud.  Trump can tweet it.  Because these lunatics cannot but do what they do.  That is why they serve the long term cause of sanity best by being given a little bit of power.