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Abstraction

The concept of universal human rights is an abstraction.  So too is “social justice”, which can mean whatever the person using it wants it to mean.

Ponder how odd it is that we were able to build so much on one iteration of abstract thinking; and how that same style of thinking, with different content, is working so well to destroy everything good it touches.

Self evidently, the common theme is emotional detachment, and the differences are in the spirit of active and self reflective honesty, genuine good will, and attention to logical rigor, none of which matter in the slightest to most current academics.

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The truth

I was feeling blue Wednesday for several reasons, and my therapist suggested a depression protocol for my neurofeedback session.  I really felt much better a few hours later.  I will continue to say that this process will over time replace substantially all psychiatric pharmaceuticals, and most traditional talk therapy.  Precisely because it works and because it is relatively inexpensive, I expect many special interests to work hard to get it more restricted, but the simple fact is that it is virtually impossible to do wrong, has pretty much zero side effects, and does what it is supposed to do.  Good news for humanity, bad news for greedy useless parasites.

Here is the truth, though: I truly think virtually everyone worked up about politics on all sides is depressed, but particularly the Left.  It is an old fact that many people express depression as irrational anger.

There is nothing wrong with opposing racism.  There is nothing wrong with wanting justice, defined in a reasonable way.  These are laudable, commendable goals.  I like most Americans hurt when I watched Roots.  I felt shame.  I hated the Nazis in any number of movies, and in books of history.  I could not understand the horrors of the Holocaust.  Most Americans are like me.  They want things to fair and just.  They want everyone to get their fair shot, and then some.  They want anyone and everyone, of any race and origin, who is willing to work hard, to succeed.  We have long been like this.

But the Left does not connect in any important way with Heartland America, with the values of most of the people who build and create in this country.  These people–Leftists–base their lives and actions on demonstrable lies.  They lie about our history.  They ignore much of the history of the world. Why?

Why, to take one of more examples than I can readily list, does no one ask why Mauritania only banned slavery during the George W. Bush era, just before Obama took office?  If slavery is a problem, carrying it into the 21st century as a legal institution should have been a problem too.

I really do think that in large measure they have nothing else.  Particularly atheists have nothing else.  There is no other ground to stand on, no other campaign to pursue, no other victory worth the winning.  It is anger or sadness, anger or a sense of uselessness and futility.  When they cannot find a cause, they create one, as with the monument controversy.

If they were happy, patient, and whole-heartedly dedicated to the long term good of all, they would be asking questions about, for example, how to get more charter schools in inner cities, how to attract good jobs to inner cities, and how to improve policing in all communities.

But they don’t do that.

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Sanctimony, Smoke and Wind

So you tell me you hate racism so much, and you feel violence is the answer.

What, pray tell, is a sane person to make of your habit of calling anyone who disagrees with you even slightly a “racist”?

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Honest blame

It occurs to me that if one single person is most responsible for the death of that woman in Charlottesville, it would be the person–he, she, or it-/who was beating the bumper of the driver. That was a nice car, and he probably assumed the windows were next. He rammed forwards to get room, backed up rapidly and sped away.

I wonder if this person has shed any tears contemplating their direct role in the death of one of their own, or is the hate thick and impermeable enough that nothing is left of nuance, of personal accountability, and of the possibility of conscience?

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Moralistic supply and the assault of the Squirrel Tamers

Psychologists speak of the need of Narcissists for attention, which some call “Narcissistic Supply”.

I would suggest there is a similar need among the psychologically weak, lost, and rudderless for “Moralistic Supply”.  They need to feel regularly and often, the sense that they matter, that their lives are not the utterly boring, utterly uncreative wastelands that they in fact are.
As I have noted for some time, the pun “Kos/Cause” at the Daily Kos cannot be accidental, even if that was his nickname–perhaps or even likely the one he gave himself.  Knowing nothing other than that he is the publisher of that site, it seems likely Moulitsas was not liked by many people, whatever he may say to the contrary notwithstanding.
To complete the thought, I am reminded of the Lion Tamer skit in Monty Python.
As Alex Jones and perhaps others have noted, there was a casting call that went out the day before the Charlottesville violence, for actors to play demonstrators.  The tacit assumption seems to be that they were to cast as Antifa, but why not toothless rednecks waving swastikas? (And he never said they were Jewish, by the way: this is more fake news).
I read too that the police were told to stand down, in what was a more or less open provocation to violence.
So, you have organizers only with effort–and one of the organizers is seemingly a falsely flagged Obama supporter and anti-white racist–get together perhaps up to 200 people willing to march behind white supremacists banners, in a nation of 350 million.  Antifa, so called, routinely gets much more than that.  Even when the Klan actually was marching on their own initiative, they were routinely outnumbered some 5 to 1 by protesters, and violence prevented by responsible, non-politicized policing.
But the Left NEEDS, in an apt metaphor, badness like junkies need their drugs.  They need it obviously to support their propaganda.  This is why so many leftists–and the number is high, something like 10-15 incidents at least which got national attention for a second–felt the need to fabricate hate crimes, so that their own hate would be, could be, justified.
But they were lying, as indeed they are now.  This is why they have transitioned from provoking and fabricating “hate crimes” to calling much of the public history of this nation itself a hate crime.
From the standpoint of provocation, this is much more potentially useful.  Many more people will react to the monuments of their history being destroyed by gangs of thugs and overly eager Democrat appeasers, than would ever commit to symbols of intolerance framed racially.  Thus, they get more white anger, which they can then use in tandem with their media relationships to paint all non-conforming whites as racist.
As with all military histories, though, many in the South are proud of their ancestors who fought and in many cases died for States Rights.  Yes, it is true the proximate issue was slavery, and yes it is true that fighting under the banner of freedom for the right to enslave other humans is hypocritical, but the core issue remains: what is the proper role and power of the Federal Government?  Can States leave?  Does the Federal government have the power, SHOULD it have the power, to tell any or all of us to violate our own moral conscience, under pain of being taken prisoner and held captive?
These are consequential, important questions.  And I will note again that they have never appeared in fully fleshed form before the Supreme Court.  Jefferson Davis was arrested, but never tried, because had he been acquitted, Secession would have been rendered permanently legal, and the invasion of the South by the North the war of imperialistic aggression the South always claimed it to have been.
All of the statues around the country were built to heal wounds, to rebuild a common polity by repatriating important heroes of a very violent, very difficult war.
And virtually all of them were built before 1930 or so.  They were not built in the living memory of virtually anyone, and as Charles Barkley notes he, like everyone else, had not spared a second in his lifetime to think about any of them, until this manufactured tempest in a teacup.  They don’t affect his life, or the lives of substantially anyone else, black or white, in any way.
I for my part get, but don’t get, the Republicans in particular who have criticized Trump’s response.  He did nothing more or less than speak the truth.
In Charlottesville, you have an angry, agitated man surrounded by protesters, some of whom are hitting the back of  his car with sticks or bats.  He panics, hits the accelerator and rams the cars in front of him.  This man then becomes the embodiment of hundreds of millions of people–all non-Communists, if we take the rhetoric of the Left to its logical extent–who don’t have one fucking thing in common with him.  These people–the Left–WANTED this outcome.  They provoked him.  They provoked everyone they could.  The Democrat Mayor and Democrat Governor both told all the available police and National Guardsmen to do nothing, to stand down.  This is what I read.
Then literally within a few short days, in Spain we have a car ramming into a crowd, with no provocation, with the sole intent of killing, and the Left really doesn’t care.  That was not the act of a Muslim, even though the panicked driver is supposed to stand in for all conservatives.  
Leftism really is a creed of evil and mental illness.  It is to spreading Good what drinking saltwater is to slaking thirst.
Because no authentic good is ever done, the drugs must be administered continually, literally and figuratively, to keep the illusion alive.  That is what the media does, that is what stupid ideas do, that is what the continual evocation of anger does.  These people cannot ever be allowed to unwind, because they might then realize how batshit insane and destructive even to the people they claim to care about they really are.
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Microreligion

Word just popped in my head.  I could riff on it, but you do it.  I may do it tomorrow too.
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Demons

I have encountered demons in my sleep a number of times in recent days.  I haven’t mentioned it.  I don’t mention everything.

Imagine feeling fully awake but unable to open your eyes, and not even really wanting to open your eyes.  I may have opened my eyes, actually, in the dream.  I can’t remember.  If I did, all I would have seen was a black mist.  A malignant spirit enters the room and gets right in your face.  It is a spirit of anger, of hurt, rage, and violence.  It tries repeatedly to enter you.  You can feel the surging energy striking you.

Well, I have learned to mock these things.  I have told them “do your best to kill me”, and “fuck you”, and I have even learned to laugh at them.  They don’t like that at all.  I had a very odd conversation with one of them. I actually calmed it down a bit.

For my part I have always liked the metaphor of standing guard, or holding my place in the line.  I can’t know what my destiny is. I can’t know what will happen to me.  But I can say that I will do my part until the end.

These are interesting times.  All this hate in the air is exhausting, and I wonder if even the originators of it will tire of it at some point.  The seeming actual appearance of genuine racism was a shot in the arm for them, but not all of them can really be as stupid as they seem.  It has to be a fringe which needs continual reinforcement.

For me, I think these dreams are good.  These feel like actual spirit entities, but they could as well be manifestations of some complex, or some latent psychosis I have cast from my psyche which “wants” back in.  Whatever they are, they are outside now–they may have been a part of my everyday life for a long time–and cannot get in.  They are the spirit of fear, and I do not fear them very much, and soon will not fear them at all.

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I feel better

I was a bit wobbly this morning, but I feel better tonight.  If you did pray for me, thank you.

All the hate in the air is hurting me, I think.  Rather, as I become more aware, it affects me more.

It is surreal, is it not, that most of the hate in this country is being practiced by the very people who claim they oppose hate?

I can’t help but think of the other hypocrisy of the religious right of the 1980’s, who preached love and did arrogate to themselves the right to label other humans inferior and defective.

In some respects, in some outer morphological respects, the Communist Left (Communist being in their use merely a more honest word for “anti-fascist”) does resemble the so-called Moral Majority, but of course they are much, much worse.

They want to be able to tell all of us how to live our lives.  They want into our bedrooms.  They want into our board rooms.  They want to hear everything we say and know everything we do, lest any of us commit thought crimes of any sort.  They are utterly humorless, utterly remorseless, and continually angry.

It is not a pretty picture.

I can’t help but think, though, that even though they no doubt convinced many of the usual suspects that Charlottesville was a sign of the connection between white people, Trump, and violence, that most Americans were readily able to see it as a concocted event, their outrage as something much closer to gleeful joy, and their overarching aims something dark, sinister, awful, and terrible.

By their fruits shall you know them.  The fruits of the Left are death, pain, murder, hunger, torture, mass imprisonment, and soul searing horror.

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Pray for me

I am slowly remembering that I was once someone else.  I am not angry, nervous, or mean by nature.  These are all reactions to things done to me.  This is as good a time as any to try and remember, and if you believe in it, and are open to it, please pray for me, as I try to find my way back home.

To be clear, I am doing increasingly well, but it is a difficult process, coming out of a deep freeze.  I am realizing, particularly, how mean I have often been.  I won’t be changing any of my political views, but I might get to a place where anger and hatred do not motivate me, and where I am capable of recognizing genuine opportunities for teaching–and in some cases learning–and remaining silent where all I am doing is making the world a more unpleasant place, which I have done often enough.

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Snap, Crackle Pop

I just suddenly got tired of dealing with anger and hate.  Since agitation drives much of what I post, I may post less.  I’m usually lying when I say that, but there has been a large phase shift in me.

Again, it may be this lunar eclipse.  It is a good time to clear out violent, warlike energy, which I have had in spades all my life.  It makes it hard to think clearly.  It is true I can think clearly on some topics, but not on myself, not on who I am, not on how people see me, and what opportunities for connection and happiness I am missing.