Month: September 2020

 How much time do you spent touching plastic, and how much fresh or pickled vegetables or fruits?  Or for that matter, good fresh clean dirt?

I will add, I don’t know how to put it, but I feel that a big part of our problems stem from the fact that vegetables don’t play the role in our lives that they did for our grandparents, and certainly THEIR grandparents.

There is something in vegetables that is necessary, but not obviously necessary, and I don’t just mean nutritionally.  I’m honestly not sure what I mean.

I think veggies help us stay more alkaline with less effort.  Our body naturally maintains a fixed PH, but if you keep adding acid to it, getting it back to baseline takes more work, and would think if you ate ONLY foods which wound up lowering your PH that at some point it would be impossible.  

But I think veggies have an energetic, calming influence as well.  Plants perhaps feel stress, but slowly, and in a very different way from us animals.

 What all Governors should be providing daily is new COVID cases, the likely margin of error (we still don’t know if regular cold bugs can create false positives), new hospitalizations, hospital utilization rate, new deaths purely attributable to COVID, new deaths where it was one factor including old age and general decrepitude, TOTAL deaths–this is a key one–from all causes, suicides, drug overdoses, business starts and business failures.

Such a dashboard would allow an honest evaluation of the risk and the success or failure of the policy.

Self evidently, that is PRECISELY why no one is providing such a thing.  These policies ARE failures.  It is really beyond dispute, in my view.

 I think I have said this before, but if there is no outside, there is no inside, and if there is no inside, there is no culture, at least no common culture, which is how most of us tend to use the term.

I will speculate that Leftism–and cultism in general–is an effort to turn Gesellschaft into Gemeinschaft through direct emotional, social, political and eventually physical violence.  This was the core argument Rousseau made, and upon the basis of which events as varied as the French Revolution and Pol Pot’s political democide were perpetrated.

But a true culture frees people, at least from anomie.  Confining people into small boxes is the opposite of the intended result, which can only be obtained through sustained freedom protected by the rule of law, and enriched through a shared base moral code.

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint

Mick Jagger (mainly), 1968

I read he was riffing on Baudelaire (Fleurs de mal, presumably) and Bulgakov, whose The Master and Margerita was a critique of the Soviet Union, as I recall the history, although apparently, and perhaps paradoxically, Stalin himself supported him at certain points of his largely truncated and destroyed artistic career.

 If you think the CIA is a criminal organization, and that there IS a “Military-Industrial Complex” (keep in mind Eisenhower was a retired General and a Republican), you HAVE to vote for Trump this time.

What is odd, too, is that if you support the working men and women of this country, the rule of law, the black community, and all minorities here legally, you ALSO have to vote Trump.  

It’s unclear to me why any person here legally, who works for a paycheck, and loves themselves and their children, would vote for anyone but Trump.

There is nothing left for Democrats but hatred, violence, and self destructive anger.

1. Kamala Harris is Richard Nixon, but without his charm, good looks, and instinctive ethical sense.

2. If you like 2020, vote Kamala Harris for President.  If not, vote Trump.

 The answers to questions asked by experience can only be found within the idiom of experience.

Language kills, misleads, and distracts.

 Healthy routines are the earth within which new life is supported and nurtured.

 The world is in motion.  It may appear locked down, but emotions are flowing like a river in subterranean caves.  They are with me, but usually there is a parallelism of sorts: I see in the world what is present in me, not as projection, but as an opened visual capacity.

I have a strange pivot I need to do.  I have alluded to it on several occasions.  It is my job, now, as I see it, to figure out, at this moment, in the coming months, how to be happy.

I was told last week by what I will call a psychic that I was born to figure out how to transmute pain.  I would say it was the larger problem of the genesis and propagation of evil, but ultimately evil is pain–pain unprocessed, untransmuted, made transcendent, unavoidable, and a matter of existential need and addiction.

Satanism and Leftism both consist mainly in the creed that pain is the only reality in the world, and that it cannot be redeemed, and must be embraced and made the purpose and subject of focus and following life.

This is my long winded way of saying, again, that my gut instinct, and some higher thing I might call intuition, keeps telling me the best way for ME to fight this battle for the soul of the world is to learn to tap into higher energies.  My best work could literally consist in learning how to thoroughly enrapture myself walking in the park, losing more weight, getting in great physical condition, and cooking a lot more.

It’s an odd irony, that I would get–as I see it, although I have regularly received outside validation–so good at debating, at seeing the hidden, at forming words and slogans, at making “points”, broadly understood, then at a moment of maximum need be told to stop, to step back, to let go.  It feels a bit cruel, but the work involves going towards the pleasant, the high, the elevated, the good, so it really isn’t.

When you live with a certain amount of misery for long enough, the idea of kindness, of peace and rest, feels cruel.  It must be a joke, you think.  Don’t tease me.

But that is my work.  That is what I have to do.  As is likely obvious enough, I tend to think of myself as a soldier, and if you have competent, well meaning leadership, you follow orders, so I am going to try.

There is too much violence in the world, too much enmity.  At my best, I still tend to add to it.  Anyone incapable of seeing the problem with Kamala Harris as President–which is what we are talking about–cannot hear the thunder or see the lightning.  They have passed beyond human understanding, and live in some dark, dank cave as troglodytes immune to human reason, and past summoning to return to the light, at least for now.

The hope is that most Americans are still sane enough, and that Trump can and will prevent enough cheating that he can win, get us four more years, and that that condition will find me ready to begin to do the work I believe I was born to do.

So if I post less, that is success.

 There is something in all pf us that admires seemingly effortless winning. We admire the “naturals”, the talents, the something-specials.

But mist of these people are using their seeming effortlessness as a tool fir osycholigical warfare.

At the top of any game nobody has it easy, and this includes the game of life.

If anyone makes it look easy on the court or field, you can be pretty damn sure they fought some tough tough battles off the court, where minutes were hours and feet miles.

These are the battles that matter. It long seemed to me I was out of the fight, just grinding along, half or two thirds, or 99% dead. I lost, or so it seemed. But you stay in the fight, and the hopeless battles are often the best ones. It is you and your will alone, with no hope, no light, no victory in sight pr even conceivable.

Hopelessness is a sort of tree-fucking, as described in the book Gates of Fire. It is maximum effort against an immovable and unbeatable object, which still strengthens you.