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Jul. 6th, 2020 12:06 amSubmit your question or request for a general "what's up this week" reading and I will be happy to oblige!
Jul. 6th, 2020
For Social Justice Warriors, the bargain was struck. The point of entry was the brainstem, the realm of motor instincts, urges, and sheer will to survive. The Hebrew letter Qoph means "the back of the head". It is attributed to one of the Tarot trump cards called The Moon. There is another lunar card called The Priestess, but this is absolutely NOT the same moon as the Priestess. The Priestess is the illuminated side of innocence, purity, and mercy. The Moon is the darkness to her light, the cruelty to her kindness, the Sea Witch to her Little Mermaid. If the Priestess is the young girl, the Moon is the old hag.
The Crossroads
The crone lives at the crossroads where parasitic infection meets addiction. As awful as "parasitic infection meets addiction" sounds, the initial foray into an addiction is almost always exceedingly pleasant, gratifying, and satisfying in a way that makes us humans spend an inordinate amount of time trying to replicate it once its halcyon days have passed. If you've ever tried opiates, you might be familiar with the comforting, warm-blanket-and-a-hot-cup-of-cocoa sensation the opiate family provides. Opium tinctured with alcohol, a.k.a. laudanum, was "heaven bought for a penny" to Romantic poet Thomas DeQuincey; beautiful dreams for a few short months that quickly morphed into a living hell. Falling in love feels the same, often with similar results.
For me, going vegan at age 38 provided a big boost in my physical health and stamina, a rush of energy, and a small army of new BFFs to help me enjoy my newfound moral superiority. The trade off was that I became an officious, self-righteous prick determined to push my diet upon all and sundry for a time. Fortunately, I realized the error of my ways before I alienated every family member and non-fair weather friend. Not all are so lucky. Needing to be right is a hell of a drug, just ask the Seventh Day Adventist fellow I met at a cooking class who preened about like a pigeon, attributing his robust, young, genetically-predetermined health to his perfect diet and being right with God. Hubris is never pretty and for him, there was an excellent chance of his life going wrong in ways he never dreamed possible in all his supreme arrogance.
Baby Boomers, blessed with idyllic postwar childhoods, thrust themselves into passionate young adulthood. They championed sexual revolution, worked in the city and made homes in the suburbs, and looked forward to an enlightened Star Trek future. They had easy, conflict free lives. They had plenty of money for one spouse to stay home. A single, middle class income was the only ticket necessary to the American dream of a house, a car, more than ample food, and vacations once or twice a year. They deserved it because they were the Good People. They didn't pay attention as the houses got larger, the jobs got scarcer and more cutthroat, and the cars multiplied like roaches as garages swelled to accommodate them. They didn't notice the arbitrage of labor to Third World countries. They voted in the era of Reagan's excess, not the be-uncomfortable-like-Jesus Christian guy (Carter) for whom there would be no American morning. The pork went down smoothly, aided with sips of pricey pinot noir and gleeful nihilism. Meanwhile, a swarm of undulating tapeworms split into two battalions, one seeking entrance into the intestines and the other swimming towards the brain...
Birth of the SJW
Boomer children and grandchildren grew up to become today's Social Justice Warriors (SJWs). Generation X and Y have grown up monumentally angry without ever being able to divine what exactly angers them. Had they any power of self-analysis outside the societally-approved Freudian Psychoanalysis 3.0 thrown about as an expensive but necessary companion of copious prescribed antidepressant drugs, they would be able to put their finger on what ails them:
-Kept indoors long enough, any creature goes insane. Humans are no exception.
-Imagination has been replaced by online games and porn.
-Success is measured by meaningless standardized tests and the amount of house you can mortgage later for being a good little test taker.
The resulting case is an extremely entitled human with a large ego who thinks she is the Main Character but in reality is a Non-Player Character, parroting the latest cacomagic as sold by CNN, Target, Nike, and Sephora dutifully. She's depressed. Who wouldn't be? She's never had any protection from religion -- those old fashioned customs like masses, holy water, and prayer are relics of the past. She has never been taught to appreciate the luxury of potable water or fresh fruit in the wintertime. She doesn't have interest in let alone understanding of the way things work, for instance, her typical biophobic upbringing divorced her from appreciation of how food grows, how heat becomes electricity and then heat again, or how her country was founded by complicated and difficult people. So she hates, and hatred feels GOOD. She allows herself to hate a little more. She makes the decision to bully. Bullying is better than sex. Her programmers tell her to carry a sign. They tell her to block traffic and to be brave as the oppressors attempt to commute to their bourgeois jobs. They tell her to scream to get her voice heard, and if that doesn't work, to spray paint a vile expletive on the window of a shuttered local business. And if that doesn't work, to learn how to make a pipe bomb...
Smashing the Patriarchy
Social justice seeks to right perceived wrongs. Righteousness itself is their addiction. The consequences of their righteousness are not considered. At one end of the spectrum, there lies an ideal of Christian marriage that peaked in the Greatest Generation, the one that spawned the Boomers. The Left was not wrong to paint Christian marriage in the bleak tones of repression, frustration, and sorrow. Divorce used to be nearly impossible to obtain. Being gay wasn't legal. For quite a few people, traditional Christian values sucked. The Left rushed into the fray with the Final Solution for Christian family values: their opposite. The Left threw its weight into the entertainment industry, using its many cronies there to promote eternal dissatisfaction. For the oppressed black people, they ushered in the welfare system. Suddenly, it was far more financially beneficial to be a single mother. Black families, also once fans of Christian marriage, were utterly destroyed, condemned to multi-generational ghettoes. US prisons, expanded under Clinton, Bush II, and Obama, happily took in black men among others in their continuation of the Confederate plantation system hybridized with the Victorian workhouse.
They're Having a Riot
The Left found its fetish in the destruction of the ideal Christian nuclear family. It did this in three ways: it "freed" the oppressed with welfare so that the father had no role save sperm donor in the new Utopia. Secondly, it sowed the seeds of discord and consumerism via its domination of the entertainment industry, including infotainment in the form of news. Thirdly, it demoralized and gelded three generations of males via pornography, sucking away their last reserves of virility and motivation.
The inevitable result was Washington Middle School in Green Bay Wisconsin. Kerstin Westcott, a Golden Apple-winning, veteran teacher who walked away from nine years at Washington, testified that student bullies regularly:
-threatened her and other students
-fought with weapons
-vandalized cars
-spouted constant verbal abuse
-fought until bystander teachers were sent away in ambulances with serious injuries
-tortured other students
-sexually molested other students in front of crowds
-masturbated in front of teachers
-pinched, slapped, and punched other students in the chest and groin
-pantomimed crude sex acts in front of students/teacher
-set fires
-bought, sold, and used drugs
The Crossroads
The crone lives at the crossroads where parasitic infection meets addiction. As awful as "parasitic infection meets addiction" sounds, the initial foray into an addiction is almost always exceedingly pleasant, gratifying, and satisfying in a way that makes us humans spend an inordinate amount of time trying to replicate it once its halcyon days have passed. If you've ever tried opiates, you might be familiar with the comforting, warm-blanket-and-a-hot-cup-of-cocoa sensation the opiate family provides. Opium tinctured with alcohol, a.k.a. laudanum, was "heaven bought for a penny" to Romantic poet Thomas DeQuincey; beautiful dreams for a few short months that quickly morphed into a living hell. Falling in love feels the same, often with similar results.
For me, going vegan at age 38 provided a big boost in my physical health and stamina, a rush of energy, and a small army of new BFFs to help me enjoy my newfound moral superiority. The trade off was that I became an officious, self-righteous prick determined to push my diet upon all and sundry for a time. Fortunately, I realized the error of my ways before I alienated every family member and non-fair weather friend. Not all are so lucky. Needing to be right is a hell of a drug, just ask the Seventh Day Adventist fellow I met at a cooking class who preened about like a pigeon, attributing his robust, young, genetically-predetermined health to his perfect diet and being right with God. Hubris is never pretty and for him, there was an excellent chance of his life going wrong in ways he never dreamed possible in all his supreme arrogance.
Baby Boomers, blessed with idyllic postwar childhoods, thrust themselves into passionate young adulthood. They championed sexual revolution, worked in the city and made homes in the suburbs, and looked forward to an enlightened Star Trek future. They had easy, conflict free lives. They had plenty of money for one spouse to stay home. A single, middle class income was the only ticket necessary to the American dream of a house, a car, more than ample food, and vacations once or twice a year. They deserved it because they were the Good People. They didn't pay attention as the houses got larger, the jobs got scarcer and more cutthroat, and the cars multiplied like roaches as garages swelled to accommodate them. They didn't notice the arbitrage of labor to Third World countries. They voted in the era of Reagan's excess, not the be-uncomfortable-like-Jesus Christian guy (Carter) for whom there would be no American morning. The pork went down smoothly, aided with sips of pricey pinot noir and gleeful nihilism. Meanwhile, a swarm of undulating tapeworms split into two battalions, one seeking entrance into the intestines and the other swimming towards the brain...
Birth of the SJW
Boomer children and grandchildren grew up to become today's Social Justice Warriors (SJWs). Generation X and Y have grown up monumentally angry without ever being able to divine what exactly angers them. Had they any power of self-analysis outside the societally-approved Freudian Psychoanalysis 3.0 thrown about as an expensive but necessary companion of copious prescribed antidepressant drugs, they would be able to put their finger on what ails them:
-Kept indoors long enough, any creature goes insane. Humans are no exception.
-Imagination has been replaced by online games and porn.
-Success is measured by meaningless standardized tests and the amount of house you can mortgage later for being a good little test taker.
The resulting case is an extremely entitled human with a large ego who thinks she is the Main Character but in reality is a Non-Player Character, parroting the latest cacomagic as sold by CNN, Target, Nike, and Sephora dutifully. She's depressed. Who wouldn't be? She's never had any protection from religion -- those old fashioned customs like masses, holy water, and prayer are relics of the past. She has never been taught to appreciate the luxury of potable water or fresh fruit in the wintertime. She doesn't have interest in let alone understanding of the way things work, for instance, her typical biophobic upbringing divorced her from appreciation of how food grows, how heat becomes electricity and then heat again, or how her country was founded by complicated and difficult people. So she hates, and hatred feels GOOD. She allows herself to hate a little more. She makes the decision to bully. Bullying is better than sex. Her programmers tell her to carry a sign. They tell her to block traffic and to be brave as the oppressors attempt to commute to their bourgeois jobs. They tell her to scream to get her voice heard, and if that doesn't work, to spray paint a vile expletive on the window of a shuttered local business. And if that doesn't work, to learn how to make a pipe bomb...
Smashing the Patriarchy
Social justice seeks to right perceived wrongs. Righteousness itself is their addiction. The consequences of their righteousness are not considered. At one end of the spectrum, there lies an ideal of Christian marriage that peaked in the Greatest Generation, the one that spawned the Boomers. The Left was not wrong to paint Christian marriage in the bleak tones of repression, frustration, and sorrow. Divorce used to be nearly impossible to obtain. Being gay wasn't legal. For quite a few people, traditional Christian values sucked. The Left rushed into the fray with the Final Solution for Christian family values: their opposite. The Left threw its weight into the entertainment industry, using its many cronies there to promote eternal dissatisfaction. For the oppressed black people, they ushered in the welfare system. Suddenly, it was far more financially beneficial to be a single mother. Black families, also once fans of Christian marriage, were utterly destroyed, condemned to multi-generational ghettoes. US prisons, expanded under Clinton, Bush II, and Obama, happily took in black men among others in their continuation of the Confederate plantation system hybridized with the Victorian workhouse.
They're Having a Riot
The Left found its fetish in the destruction of the ideal Christian nuclear family. It did this in three ways: it "freed" the oppressed with welfare so that the father had no role save sperm donor in the new Utopia. Secondly, it sowed the seeds of discord and consumerism via its domination of the entertainment industry, including infotainment in the form of news. Thirdly, it demoralized and gelded three generations of males via pornography, sucking away their last reserves of virility and motivation.
The inevitable result was Washington Middle School in Green Bay Wisconsin. Kerstin Westcott, a Golden Apple-winning, veteran teacher who walked away from nine years at Washington, testified that student bullies regularly:
-threatened her and other students
-fought with weapons
-vandalized cars
-spouted constant verbal abuse
-fought until bystander teachers were sent away in ambulances with serious injuries
-tortured other students
-sexually molested other students in front of crowds
-masturbated in front of teachers
-pinched, slapped, and punched other students in the chest and groin
-pantomimed crude sex acts in front of students/teacher
-set fires
-bought, sold, and used drugs
In other words, they exhibited most of the behaviors we associate with classic demonic possession. I would venture to say that Washington Middle School, which is demographically 51 percent Hispanic, 16 percent black, and 20 percent white, is rife with demons running amok. Washington is far from special in its basketcase school status. Teachers may blame the school administrators and look to them for reform, but the root of the problem lies squarely in fatherlessness. Remove the father's power and there's ample space for demons to rush in. Modern day demonic fatherlessness, that monstrous creation of the Left, cannot be stopped by a paltry set of rules dictated by a school official.
Revenge of the Nerd
The trouble with bullying is that it feels fantastic and doesn't beget regret. Once upon a time, when I was in high school, there was a popular bully who talked smack about misfits, nerds, and geeks just loud enough for the misfit, nerd, or geek to overhear her. This was her favorite form of torture and it was devastating. I was born with an unfortunate talent for ad hominem attacks, so one day when I was in a bitter mood, I did the same to her. My verbal arrows were aimed at her Achilles heel, which was her boxy, corpulent figure. She became so upset, she cried for the teacher, who promptly shushed me. But I wasn't done. I lowered my volume but continued my tirade, spewing poison-tipped barbs I knew would cause her emotional pain for the rest of her life. She got a hefty dose of her own medicine and I am nearly certain she never used her talking smack technique again, but she wasn't the only one dragged down by our interaction. Bullying masquerades as justice. For the weak, especially those who are told they are oppressed and deserve handouts, it's a power trip. Power feels good, especially when you view the Other as worthless, fat, stupid, and deserving of your wrath. Wrath has its price: it is a crappy place to live. Being hated for being just another bully as well as a nerd only added to my malaise as a teen. Considering my greatest fear back then was the predicament of being misunderstood, joining in the bully's fray only made a bad situation worse. I could have displayed far more bravery by rising above the bully and refusing to dignify her situation with my words. Make no capitulation to demonic obsession and the infection is defeated.
Power feels great. Righteousness after what seems an eternity of not having the courage of one's own convictions feels like heaven, like the greedy heights of an addiction. The peak of any addiction, however, is the prelude to hell.
