THE FOG OF WAR and Other Aphrodisiacs

EVER HAVE THE PLEASURE OF YELLING AT A SMALL CROWD (c. 30 people) of FASCISTS? I have. A few days ago. Delicious.

Wife and I were on a bus. A family of five, with a baby carriage (they looked Turkish or Romanian) got on the bus. The bus driver said, over the PA, that the family should please put their masks on. On the U-Bahn and S-Bahn, it’s easier to get away with wearing no mask, though a substantial fine is threatened if an authority catches you. On the bus, it’s much harder to get away with it: some bus drivers are chill, others aren’t.

The driver repeated his request, waited a minute and added that the bus wouldn’t move until the family put masks on. Instead they chose to get back off of the bus, rather than deal with cops. On the way off, the patriarch called the driver a “pig” (in German). Here’s the thing: the driver was Turkish, not German, and appeared to be attempting to out-German the Germans in his “correctness” (and the crone actually thanked the driver). Here’s the other thing: the driver himself wasn’t wearing a mask! The drivers aren’t required to! The crone who thanked the Turkish driver for enforcing the mask-only-rule was thanking a man, face to face, who wasn’t wearing a mask.  Perfection.

The end-station came in four more stops. Wife and I were among the last off the bus; the already-disembarked passengers were gathered on the sidewalk, waiting for the next connection. On the way off the bus I turned to the driver and pointed at him: “Where’s your mask? You kicked off a whole family for wearing no masks, and you’re not wearing a mask!” He yelled his excuse: “It’s the rules!” “The rules don’t make any sense!”* I shouted back. I got off the bus and a man with his wife shouted at me: “Yes, it’s the rules!” the crowd of disembarked passengers stood behind him.

I shouted (as the man and his wife stepped back away from me, clearly afraid I was about to hurt someone): “THAT’S HOW FASCISM WORKS YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!”

Wife and I then strolled away. Deeply satisfying. EXCEPT… as often happens, about 30 seconds after my swaggering exit I came up with a much better line, which I could no longer use, sadly. I SHOULD have ended with:

“AND WHAT WERE THE RULES IN 1933, YOU FUCKING TWATS?”

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*Those masks may as well be crucifixes or anti-vampire garlic, chums [because SCIENCE] but that’s not why I was shouting at the bus driver. I was yelling at the internally-inconsistent game the bus driver was playing and that the bus-sheep seemed largely to support.

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MY DAILY UXORIOUSNESS COMIC STRIP: YOUTH AIN’T NOTHING BUT A NUMBER

(trigger warning: NOT for puritans)
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About one third of all times Beloved Wife and I go around the shops, with time to kill, buying random stuff (or scouting possible additions for our three-month-supplies-just-in-case food/ water/ shampoo/ deodorant/ tooth paste bunker), I do something perfectly boneheaded, because I’m too busy joking with Wife, or grabbing her ass, or staring at her… to think.

Today I bought three large plastic boxes (perfect for bulk deodorant/ tooth paste storage), grabbing three corresponding lids and we strolled home with them. As soon as we got home I realized what a love-struck goon I’d been: I’d bought three 50-liter boxes and three 30-liter lids! How could anyone but a person with the distracted cognitive equipment of a teen make such a blunder?

Wife thought it was funny; then I explained what had REALLY happened (srsly: I was befuddled by her beauty) and I think it touched her, or the flattery turned her primal, because she yanked my pants down and very sweetly put my already-by-then-erect erection in her beautiful mouth. Her favorite shade of lipstick is raspberry-ish. I tend to do tenderly irrational things like lift the gold bouquet of the tips of her long hair and kiss it while she’s sucking*. Then she sent me out to return the false lids.**

I returned the lids with a spring in my step. If I could whistle a tune I would have. En route I walked by frowning young men in their 20s and 30s who are possibly virgins and I thought this:  I would NOT rather be ANY OTHER AGE.  I came along in the last great fairly-Humanistic window of opportunity of the 20th century. I learned to make love by doing and never even saw a pornographic clip (shudder) until I was already nearly 40. I had dozens (and dozens) of crushes and infatuations and quit a few (dozens) were requited. I still wake up with hard-ons every morning. I still thrill to the glittering aura of the Female Thereness. I masturbate while imagining (when I can’t really do it)  fucking my own Wife. The Empathy-Storms, the Gentle Drama, of Long-Term Sex!  I’ll probably miss my current hijinks when I hit 80. Will I still be potent in my 80s? Knock on (BAD-PUN-DETECTING SOFTWARE HAS BLOCKED THIS ATTEMPT).

I’m in my ’60s, Wife is in her ’40s: nobody can tell me this doesn’t WORK. I had an irritatingly skeptical chum (a professional “writing coach” for suckers), older than I am, who didn’t approve of the age gap, and whose favorite catch-phrase was “Well, time will tell…” … but I don’t think my happy tableau, today (of 18 years, and counting, of conjugal bliss)  was what he had in mind whenever he said that, the smirking Limey (sorry, lads, many of you are luvly) twat.

Non-destructive Bohemian Excess is the best revenge.

(Don’t be a Pussy)

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*Worry not, I reciprocate all the time, and spontaneously, and like to do it until she comes, although requiring not, in the bargain, that I, too, come, in exchange: it’s not a tit-for-tat transaction. The licking is a pleasure, for me, in itself, and, with eyes closed, into the act, Ontogeny seems to recapitulate Phylogeny as I do it, like something out of Altered States…

**I didn’t come when Wife took me in her mouth before sending me out with the false lids. I often only choose to come if we have time/ opportunity to fully-fledgedly fuck and canoodle languorously, for a dreamy spell, after. Had I ejaculated, I guarantee you, I’d have been too doped up by the orgasm to take any false lids back.  It feels amazing enough just to stand there, in that position, with Beloved Wife in that position, with her raspberry lipstick circumferencing me and her up-looking eyes in a primal state of twinkle.

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2.5

SCORE-SETTLING NON SEQUITUR

BLOWING MY UNKNOWN-BUT-APPRECIABLE HORN: for all of you who know my professional music alias: check my DISCOGS entries (I have 60 recorded entries; DISCOGS has thus far missed some of my WARNERS and SONY work but oh well).  Three of the albums my material appeared on were national number ones in the 2nd-largest pop market of the world. Yes, the albums were shitty, they were Normie Dreck, but the vast majority of shitty material doesn’t chart or even get a real release. I say this now because I bumped into a chunk of attitude, recently, in a Music Equipment Shop,  and had to set the record straight, pretending to make a joke of it. Pretending to make a joke of it is often the smoothest way to stick the olive fork in. The guy I had to set straight has NEVER contributed to a major release: I have co-written MANY. The muthafucka posts stuff on BANDCAMP and calls them “releases”!  I’m not saying they aren’t ART, by default (necessarily), I’m just asking : where are you fucking kids getting all this ATTITUDE? Are you fueled in fuckwitty arrogance by the mysteriously awesome Potemkin Village Power of the 100< Likes Economy? The Attitude I have seen in my years! Fucking Kids!

(And every time one of these glorified embryos hits me with “Okay Boomer!” I fire back with “BACK ATCHA,  CON-SUMER!”)

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(are you detecting the through-line of the theme of War and diverse corollaries, yet…?)

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In 1979, the Monty Python film “Life of Brian” was released and I went to see it; I was exactly 20 years old and living in the Twin Cities. There was quite a controversy around the release of this film… lots of anger, picketing, denouncements from religious leaders and conservative figures, theater-blockings and even bomb-threats. There was a bit of a frisson of danger around the act of seeing the film: was some kind of religious fanatic going to DO something at the screening? The film was shown, it was hilarious, it was a blow for Rationalism, Enlightenment Values and Free Speech everywhere: the film itself and the showing of it. Most of the pro-Life-of-Brian people were young, Left-leaning, dogma-averse and cosmopolitan in outlook.

Cut to: 43 years later: the Twin Cities: First Avenue (the venue). “Controversial Comedian” (which used to be more of a redundant concept than it is now) Dave Chappelle has been blocked, at the last minute, from performing, for c. 1500 people, by a faction of c. 150 people who won’t allow their feelings to be hurt in absentia. Who died and made the feelings of this group paramount? This isn’t a rhetorical question and here’s the answer to it: Freedom of Speech. Freedom of Speech is dead.

One by one, works and acts of Art will be removed from Life, which suits the Fascists, who set this awful process in motion, just fine. The young, Left-leaning, dogma-averse and cosmopolitan in outlook, people, of 1979, have somehow morphed into the blue-haired, totalitarian shock troops of 2022. Quite the feather in any Fascist regime’s pointy cap. Mao must be golf-clapping in his glass coffin.

Fuck First Avenue for caving and fuck Minneapolis for becoming an epicenter of the anti-intellectual, anti-rational, social cancer of non-debatable “Feelings” and the draconian measures, crushing the last shards of culture, and intellect, that are locking into place to “protect” them.

In the ’80s, when all the fucking “Liberals” I knew, in the Upper Midwest, were bafflingly (and disconcertingly) prone to refer to Ronald Reagan as someone who was “kinda like (their) granddad”… I couldn’t have known how telling that sentiment was.

But I always knew something  was off.

Don’t get me wrong: it’s not as though I’m suddenly embracing Crackers, as I age through this nightmare. It’s just that I no longer suffer under any illusions that the “opposite” of a Cracker is any less impossible to reason with or necessary to avoid.

I prefer, more than ever, the people between those ugly extremes. Yes: I prefer all the people who aren’t full of absolute shit and proud of it.

We will get through this but there are dark days ahead. Many of our oldest friends have turned into something awful …

… which Fascists love to see happen.

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Nearly everything I have worked to escape, correct, repair, refute, confront,  divert, transcend and reverse about my experiences drenched in America’s seductively psychotic force field of ignorant conformity and smugly pseudo-middle class Boobism…  is knotted and coiled (like an ancient serpent’s nest) in Minnesota’s Twin Cities. The home of the Stepford Hipster.  The Edgy Mayberry that Time Forgot.

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Almost all the friends I made in the 1980s are now Gov-trusting, herd-thinking, Big Pharma-worshipping Zombie-Putty in the hands of a corrupt Ruling Class that would make Caligula whistle with envy. And, get this: they think they are The Good Guys. They think they are The Good Guys for glorifying morbid obesity, irreversibly-destructive gender-reassignment surgery for school kids and a busy schedule of bottom-line-mandated experimental gene-tech injections for everybody.

They parrot the meme “Trust the Science!” as though Pharma Reps and owned Politicians channel the direct voice of this omniscient disembodied SCIENCE DIETY they invoke with the meme. North Korea (or “North Korea”) couldn’t do a better job of emptying the heads of an entire population and replacing the sucked-out brains with meaningless slogans and unthinking hostility towards any heretic rationally critiquing the slogans.  Not that these malleably re-purposeable zombie-parrots deploy actual arguments to engage with dissent: no, the fucking pussies merely blank you.

Or they post “laughie” emojis in lieu of arguments.

The elite psychotic Karen Corps in this Army of Latte Fascists will shriek and call the police if you are maskless and sneeze in their general direction or report you for Sexual Abuse if you are a biological male and say “Good morning” to a biological female on the street… while cheering the “right” of a biological-male-born “Trans Female” boxer to beat her/his/its biological female opponent to a pulp in the ring, hailing the beating as a triumph of inclusivity.

In 1984, Minnesota was the only state in the country which hadn’t cast the majority of its votes for Ronald Reagan:  Minnesota was an island of dissent, an outlier, and yet here we are, two generations later,  knee-deep in the deregulated, Corporate-lobbyist-infested, Technofascist world that Reaganism helped create and these virtue-signalling Muppets are dutifully demonizing C02 instead of Sulfur Dioxide and championing “Zero Population Growth” instead of  decrying Ruling Class Mega-Consumption and bleating about “Transphobia” instead of warning about the encroaching erasure of WOMAN by what is essentially a pharmaceutically crypto-erotic,  male-led invasion of the Female Spaces of Birth, Breastfeeding, Motherhood and a million years of the Natural Evolution of the bipedal female Mammal. This process may not stop until a substantial percentage of “women” are as counterfeit as Soy Burgers were in 1971 (or as processed,  plastic and weird as “meat substitutes” are in 2022).

But of course:  all of  that will only apply to Duh Masses.

The Caligulan Ruling “elite” will lord it over their catastrophically-confused and adulterated Serfs/Cattle  while enjoying the best of the Vintage Delights: real food, real sex with harems (if they want it), the rolling hills of their sprawling estates… cheered on by generations of the Clueless Karens of Minneapolis, who will be wearing Orwellian armbands and/or bright red Anti-Hetero-Sex sashes and stink , profoundly, of grasshopper Lattes.

90% of my Old Friends gone, just like that, with a flick of the switch of the Social Media Control Mechanism.

(Well, it’s not like they ever really got me).

(Okay, sure, some of the Sex was quite good… )

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One of the world’s smallest Special Interest Groups (born-males who insist on being described as “women”) is now more powerful, in aggregate, socio-politically, than all the world’s combined billions of Straight or Bi or Gay biological women (49.58% of the world population). Not only has this ultra-tiny Special Interest Group acquired the power, in public debate and matters of Science, to re-define (or un-define) the term “woman,” and even re-write biology text books regarding Biological Female Functions and the semantics thereof, but there isn’t a formerly “woman-only” space or activity that this Special Interest Group can’t invade, at will,  in order to claim as their own. Any member of this Special Interest Group can insult, devalue or deny the opinion, experience or Reality of any biological woman with apparent impunity, whereas any attempt to critique any aspect of, or issue related to, this Special Interest Group is branded “hate speech”.

Even Zionists must marvel at the disproportionate power and influence of this group.

It’s almost as though Powerful Old (woman-hating) White Men are behind this group’s creation, promotion and protection.

Isn’t it?

(Don’t be Dicks, Faux-Pussy Pussies!)

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OH THE HUMANITY!

(It’s almost as though these fickheads know something that their dumbassed constituents don’t, isn’t it…?)

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“German internet users denounced the two German ministers who took inappropriate photos with Kyiv’s Mayor Vitali Klitschko. The pictures were published by ARD reporter Michael Stempfle.

In the photos, Nancy Feser and Hubertus Heil, head of the Ministry of the Interior and the German Ministry of Labor, stand with glasses in their hands on the balcony of one of the capital’s buildings, together with the mayor of Kyiv, Vitali Klitschko. champagne and laughing.”

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(weirdly enough, I think they’re pointing, and chuckling, at YOU)

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I’ve posted this before but I’m posting it, this time, to make a slightly different point about VERITAPHOBIA. Why are “we” (especially the Americans) so incredibly allergic to the TRUTH? The TRUTH has become the T-WORD. You would think that anything approaching being remotely TRUE becomes, by dint of that fact, OBSCENE.

So, to the video and its comment thread: all the commenters are covering for Miss Judy Garland: “She was only 15! She was FORCED to do it!”

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“Zahra Nathaniel

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What disgusts me even more is the fact that she was forced to do this by the company she worked for. Pretty messed up how they made her do blackface against her will.”

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Garland’s performance is a remarkably detailed and energetic characterization for a performer who is supposedly struggling “against” the characterization with every fiber of her being. Garland inhabits this Blackface routine with GUSTO and her performance is SPOT-ON: she’s playing the SAME CHARACTER that BLACKS were forced to play at the time (and often still are).

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(VERILY: how can you watch the clip of the performance of which I speak and not think of Lil Wayne? Has the ANTEBELLUM even really ended, yet?)

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That’s TWO TRUTHS for you and this post of mine is, therefore,  DOUBLY OBSCENE.

HERE, WATCH THIS ZES… I MEAN, RELUCTANT…  PERFORMANCE (LINK)

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It is perhaps a (hardwired) tendency of the young, and the youngish, and the older-but-immature, to believe in heroes. This may seem like a noble corollary of Idealism, harmless at worst, but the fact is that it’s a terrible weakness, as it leads the hero-believer into being misled, diverted, utterly duped. Of all the impediments to discernment, the thickest are the ones we project with our own dearest wishes. The mature and experienced human knows that heroes (on a scale beyond the extremely local) are impossible: the best and sincerest are either co-opted, or removed from the playing field, early. And Power can never be heroic; not in re: human lives on the scale of the individual, because Power’s wants and needs are structurally antithetical to the wants and needs of the individual human, unless that human is a billionaire (which means he or she is part of the problem).

Humanity’s hopes… the hopes of all us Serfs (to put a fine point on it)… can only rest on us Serfs ourselves. We can defend ourselves, as a collective, because our numbers are great. We don’t need to be organized (and penned up) in a Collectivized System (as devised by a child, or minion, of Power): all we need to do is RESIST. Ten thousand resistant Serfs form a collective hero. A million resistant Serfs form an even bigger collective hero.

A subliminal counter-revolutionary myth has us believing that a unified mass of people must all share an ideological base in order to function effectively as a movement, but that’s one of the bits of nonsense introduced, subliminally, in the conversation, to disrupt resistance… at the very least, that sets the bar too high. It also leaves the masses vulnerable to conscription by pseudo-heroic movements (like Trumpism or Marxism or Christianity, et al). Resistant Masses don’t need slogans, or red caps, or flags, or hymns, or manifestos. All that is required is clear/ simple/ stable information (ie, how many of the programs, or technical innovations, of the day are actually connected to The Oppressors) and the courage to say NO.

STAGE ONE of any effective Resistance Movement requires its members to agree (and focus) on that one thing: NO! No to The Fuckers in Charge. Leaders or heroes are not required. Information can be disseminated and the Serfs can act on that information, without “guidance” or “symbols,” to say NO. Don’t upload that App, don’t buy that new Smart Phone (or Smart pillow/ refrigerator/ toilet/ bike/), don’t buy Gates Meat, Musk Pills, Fauci Jabs. The power of NO trumps any conceivable (false/ mortal/ corruptible) Hero.

STAGE TWO involves strategic talent. Achievable in teams. Preferably anonymous.

No particular Hero in History, EVER, in the end, was really worth a liberatory damn: lots and lots of Heroes and still (STILL) no Freedom.

Correlation?

I mean, erm, is that’s why you are fed a constant stream of them?  If you skew-Right, you were fed Andrew Jackson/ Teddy Roosevelt/ George Patton/ Ayn Rand/ Reagan/ Thatcher/ Buffet/ Steve Jobs et al. If you skew-Left you were fed Marx/ Trotsky/ Mother Jones/ Gandhi/ Gertrude Stein/ Lenny Bruce/ Che/ Castro/ MLK/ MX/ Obama/ Steve Jobs and so forth.

There were waves, in history,  and Heroes rode these waves but the waves themselves consisted of The Masses.

What is a wave-rider to the wave but its mere decoration?

RHETORICAL QUESTION for BONUS POINTS:

Who is the Hero leading The Fuckers in Charge?

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WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE MSG ON THAT RADICAL BAGUETTE?

Using the occasion of Bastille Day as an excuse, pseudo-skeptical hackademic Matthew Ehret, who couldn’t be more of a China-shill if he wore t-shirts stating that fact, has written a piece on the Jacobin counter-revolution… and ended with a stitched-on punchline that should raise an eyebrow on anyone paying attention. The penultimate paragraph on Ehret’s piece (which includes such gems as “While the July 4th, 1776 signing of the Declaration of Independence ushered in a new and improved potential for humanity…”) reads, wrapping up an essay about Bastille Day and aftermath:

“The FORM a government takes after a revolution is of less consequence than many today believe. If a revolution for democracy occurs anywhere in the world, what does it matter if there is a hereditary elite managing the system from above? Does that make a revolution for socialism better? Not if the leadership of the socialist revolution doesn’t really care about the good of the people. Whatever the form of government, the qualification for moral fitness is based upon its commitment to 1) the General Welfare of all of its people, and its neighbours and 2) It’s commitment to defending the unalienable rights of each individual.

Is it committed to a political-economic-cultural program founded upon the constant improvement of the minds, spirits and lives of all, or is it wired to pillage from the masses for the benefit of a few?”

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THEN, out of “left field” (as they say), Ehret adds:

“Keeping those questions in mind, the only REAL revolution happening on the earth today reflecting that same republican spirit of 1789 which animated Jean-Sylvain Bailly, Benjamin Franklin and Marquis Lafayette is China’s Belt and Road Initiative and the broader Eurasian Partnership now standing in defiance to a transhumanist system of global governance.

Anything trying to pass itself off as a revolution in opposition to this new dynamic, is just a sociopathic counterfeit.”

Erm… huh?

To which I responded (in a comment that may or may not remain, or may or may not be ghosted; my first critical comment on an Ehret Substack essay got some good responses; my subsequent comments: crickets):

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Steven Augustine

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“Keeping those questions in mind, the only REAL revolution happening on the earth today reflecting that same republican spirit of 1789 which animated Jean-Sylvain Bailly, Benjamin Franklin and Marquis Lafayette is China’s Belt and Road Initiative and the broader Eurasian Partnership now standing in defiance to a transhumanist system of global governance.

Anything trying to pass itself off as a revolution in opposition to this new dynamic, is just a sociopathic counterfeit.”

First, let’s copy-edit this punchline, using a minimum of commas, to make it intelligible:

“Keeping those questions in mind, the only REAL revolution, happening on the earth today, reflecting that same republican spirit of 1789, which animated Jean-Sylvain Bailly, Benjamin Franklin and Marquis Lafayette, is China’s Belt and Road Initiative and the broader Eurasian Partnership, now standing in defiance [of] a transhumanist system of global governance.”

So, this essay was quite a long way to go in order to nudge Skeptics and Dissidents back onto the path toward accepting a Social Credit/ UBI scheme, on the China Model, no? China is not “the good guy”. China is the beta-tester for the digital prison they want to back the rest of the world into. Further, and more specifically, how can anyone construe “China’s Belt and Road Initiative” as anything more noble than a grand scheme to build more Globalist (crypto-neoliberal) Infrastructure? In what respect is this globalist infrastructure development scheme in “defiance” of a “transhumanist system of global governance”? Perhaps some effort should have been spent, in the crafting of this essay, clarifying such a deeply dubious claim? A claim tantamount to arguing that Windows 10 was developed in defiance of Microsoft’s various schemes…

Is the essay-writer some kind of shill? Let the careful reader decide.

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Did you know that the farmers in Holland, and many other places, are kicking ass in an effort to liberate Humanity? I knew this already but I ended up engaging in a fantastic conversation, on the topic,  with the Dutch owner, of a fancy fast-food joint I was patronizing to fetch Daughter’s lunch (she is going through a specific-food phase), yesterday. Solidarity with the Dutch owner of this joint and with those farmers. This Dutch guy is anti-Vee, too. We are legion.

The Dutch farmers can achieve what mere marching, and banner-waving, can’t. Because they own heavy machinery on wheels. Propagandistic Media is both keeping it hush hush and misreporting on the matter when it “reports” at all. There’s also a subliminal lesson in this: it’s much harder for the Old White Men in Charge to totally Suppress other White Men (of a conservative inclination) because the latter haven’t been quite robbed, of their self-respect, as thoroughly as so many others have been. Too many of the rest of us have been turned into Utter Pussies*.

STOP BEING A PUSSY

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*If the use of a form of the word “pussy,” here, offends you, please suggest a better alternative. “Coward” lacks pizazz. “Sissy” is obsolete. “Soy Boy” is too faddy (and lacks phonetic punch). Maybe I’m drawn to “pussy” as a pejorative because I couldn’t even bear to say the word until I was 30-something? It has the submerged power of its lingering taboo. On the other hand, I never use it in reference to genitalia (because I associate THAT usage with Porn). I never refer to my own penis as a “cock” or “dick” (I usually just say “penis” when speaking to Wife and rarely use it, conversationally, in any other situation).

(Hey, I use “cock,” “dick” and “gruel-shooter” pejoratively, too).

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(And the only problem I have with the “n-word” is that there isn’t a white-aimed, or non-black-aimed, equivalent, that comes remotely close. THAT’s why the word is racist. Because it implies, as a linguistic oddity, that whatever version of bad attributes an “n-word” person embodies, it’s the worst version, by dint of being the black version, on the planet. Which is racist thinking in its most concentrated and moronic form.)

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I love naïve self-righteousness as much as the next no-longer-young-person, but I’m not super-interested in the issue of the “hurt feelings” of several generations of brainwashed consumers who are wholly clueless as to where they got the “feelings” (which are now continuously hurt) from in the first place. Hint: from the old people in charge of young people’s favorite Hollywood brainwashing supplies.

Too many misread Orwell’s “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear,” as something closer to “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to force people to think what you would prefer they think,” which is what you get with the univocality of Hurt Feelings as the only valid political energy. Ironically. What I miss is the freedom to gag (openly) in public when a morbidly obese person twerks in a thong in a queue for ice cream, or to snicker when a poorly-styled trannie goes berserk in a betting shop when accidentally referred to as “Sir”… on an otherwise flawlessly romantic date with me. Ah, those were the days.

Can you tell I’m getting fed up and impatient with the low level, of simplistic discourse, that VIRT SIG SOC MED  enforces? I’m a well-traveled 63-year-old man with a relatively high IQ, not some kid who embraces every self-contradicting Absurdity, they send my way, with an unquestioning shrug or smile. If there’s to be ANY space for Adult Discourse on Social Media, we will have to FIGHT for it. Being an obedient pussy won’t cut it. Trusting (mercenary) Media Hacks to inform you is the death of your own hard-won Adulthood.

Don’t go down without a quibble.

(DON’T BE A PUSSY)

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1-“In 1995 Vietnam released its official estimate of the number of people killed during the Vietnam War: as many as 2,000,000 civilians on both sides and some 1,100,000 North Vietnamese and Viet Cong fighters. The U.S. military has estimated that between 200,000 and 250,000 South Vietnamese soldiers died.”

2-“During the September 11, 2001 attacks, 2,977 people were killed.”

The first hoax killed more people during the course of ten years. The second hoax killed fewer people but in a matter of hours.

Which hoax was more lethal? Which hoax was more “unthinkable”?

The first hoax was finally admitted to,  more or less officially, c. 50 years after the fact. How long will it take for the second confession…?

And how many people, in the 1950s, ’60s, ’70s and ’80s would have found the first hoax absolutely impossible (even laughable) as a theory?

The (poor and the) gullible are always with us, sez The Son of the Bearded, Vaguely Levantine, Anus-Free Sky Giant.

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12.75

WHEN WILL THE SHOE AND PENNY DROP? WHEN WILL THE SCALES FALL? WHEN WILL 2+2 = 4 AGAIN?

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Early in July, a charmingly dorky corner of the university-educated Bloggerverse mourned the loss of a fellow blogger. The guy was 53 and his death was “unexpected”. Well, if you’re clued-in, at all, one thing you’ve learned to expect is “unexpected deaths,” right? You know what I mean. Right? Obviously.I went to the recently-departed’s Blog and performed a blog-wide search for one word. I think you can guess what that word is (it rhymes with “Russian roulette with a needle”). My hunch proved accurate: 88 hits on that one word. Here was the recently-departed’s first paragraph featuring that word (on May 24, 2021):
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“I like to think of myself as an adult, and I take the responsibilities of adulthood seriously. As soon as I became eligible to receive a COVID-19 vaccine, I scheduled an appointment to get one, even electing to drive to a vaccination site seventy-five miles away so I would receive an inoculation a month and a half earlier than I would at a closer site. ”

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Being mistaken, in one’s choice of Authority Figures in which to unquestioningly trust,  should not be a death-sentence.

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Should it?

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Something is wrong, isn’t it?

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(One of these days a careful reader will get my ongoing Numerology joke)