Category: Painful Truths

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So what do we do?

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Suck it you barbarian assholes

I feel vindicated, somehow-

I was all set to post an angry, thundering screed on the pedophilia scandal that is sweeping through England and seems to have some echoes among our own “honored leaders” here, but I just can’t. I’ve run out of outrage, I’ve run out of anger, and I feel that the few who read my words wouldn’t listen anyway.

On the scandal itself, and where it could lead, Vox Day. He’s a better writer than I, so I just point and say ‘what he said’.

On the ongoing collapse of our civilization, John C. Wright. An even better writer and a Christian. Again, ‘what he said’.

Me? I’m just tired and discouraged. I intend to play out my string and be grateful for the things that are still left to me. Possessions? Meh, not so much.

Love? I am more awash in it than I have ever been, and I thank God for that mercy.

Let’s hope she doesn’t have one more bite.

Probably the best thing to do is to stuff 2014 in an iron-bound box and bury it somewhere no one can find it.

This picture speaks to me on so many levels. It’s a kind of capsule of 21st century American life.
I’m happy I’m not a cop in New York City.
I’m happy I’m a happily married old fart who doesn’t have to deal with the shrieking harridans that pass for womenfolk these days.
I’m sad for the state of my country this Christmas 2014. It was a good run while it lasted.

Vader mask
Flaming bagpipes
It’s all good…

Shamelessy stolen from Ace’s place

…and Southerners have noticed.

It really does astound me that the national Democratic apparatus apparently thought that they could defecate on an entire section of the country for fifty years and still get that section to vote for them at the end of it. What did they think Southerners are, hard Left progressives or something? Folks below the Mason-Dixon line have basic self-respect and dignity, is what I’m saying. Try to heap scorn on their heads, and they’ll vote with their feet.

My Republican colleagues: note that, by the way. We shouldn’t take that vote for granted. Look what happened to the Democrats, when they did…

It’s funny that some in the media are just now noticing this- all you have to do is turn on your television for a while and it’s blindingly obvious. It’s no longer the gentle mocking of ‘The Beverly Hillbillies’, it’s the outright despite of Honey Boo-Boo.

And far too many of us accept it without comment or pushback.

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Two very different men travel very different roads to arrive at the same place- recognition of the war right-thinking folk are caught up in whether they like it or not. First, I present John C. Wright, probably one of the best scifi/fantasy writers to come along in my lifetime, talking about Thanksgiving and giving thanks-

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays for three reasons: first, it drives the Leftists crazy because it is a clearly and openly Christian holiday in the midst of a society they are fervidly attempting to dechristianize; second, it drives Leftists crazy because it is a holiday based on a historical fact, namely, Indian and Pilgrim cooperation, which flips the middle finger at the Leftist preferred narrative about non-civilized White men committing malign genocide on the non-savage Red men; and finally and most of all, it drives the Leftists crazy because the concept of being thankful, of feeling gratitude, of thanks for benefits never to be repaid, is utterly alien to their way of thinking and their way of life.What do you think?

One benefit that accrues to the Christian, even if all of history, logic, and revelation should turn out to be false, and God a myth no more real than Global Warming, nonetheless, is that we Christian men feel gratitude toward our Creator for the infinite gift of creation. A noble pagan can indeed receive a gift in his stockings at Christmas, and be grateful to the giver, but a Christian can feel grateful for the legs he puts into his stockings each morning, and the world on which he walks.1

The Left does not give thanks, not to anyone, human or divine, past or present, not for any reason.

Then there is Milo Yiannopoulos, a colorful Brit who writes on gamers and the gaming industry, specifically a kerfuffle called #gamergate, but which actually has ramifications far beyond computer games into the basic cultural divide that has grown up in the Anglosphere-

If you are a controversial public figure, you are going to receive threats. I am one; I do. Jack Thompson received death and rape threats on a regular basis. Prominent atheists constantly receive threats. Well-known YouTuber TotalBiscuit, who isn’t overtly political, says he receives them on a monthly basis. Most of these threats aren’t serious, and the FBI has confirmed there was never any serious danger to Sarkeesian in Utah: in fact, she chose to cancel her talk to make a political statement about that state’s concealed carry laws.
The response of most people, famous or otherwise, is to ignore trolls. They are just words on the internet. People like Sarkeesian, who drone on constantly about online harassment, aren’t doing so because they really feel threatened. If that were the case, they wouldn’t, as Brianna Wu did, advertise their precise location less than 48 hours after receiving a death threat. They are doing so because they have an agenda.
Whenever feminist groups have partnered with social media organisations, their censorship targets have been critics of feminism and not abusers. Their overarching aim is to press for government regulation of the internet, perhaps even targeting anonymity itself. That’s because anonymity is a place where cultural hegemony is challenged. With their media connections and celebrity support, social justice warriors are the cultural hegemony, regardless of how much they claim to be oppressed victims.
Your piece fails to mention that not a single arrest or prosecution has been brought as a result of alleged threats in which the GamerGate movement has been implicated—without, I should point out, a shred of evidence linking any GamerGate supporter to any threat. And it fails to acknowledge that radical far-left pseudo-academic feminist troublemakers use threats as currency online in a perverted sort of Olympics, showing off to one another and begging for funds with each round of new insults that, in many cases, observers suspect they have sent to themselves.

 

There is a war going on, and it’s far from Syria or Afghanistan. There is a war for the culture and soul of the West, heirs to the Enlightenment, that is being relentlessly perpetrated by the heirs of my old crowd- the radicals of the Sixties and Seventies, who themselves got their inspiration from the old-line Stalinists of the Forties and Fifties.

The old tropes of “peace, love, and understanding” have been twisted into a puritanical yet libertine philosophy that portrays Western culture as misogynistic, hateful, patriarchal… “anything goes” sexually but political thought must be within rigidly defined parameters or it is loudly and nastily condemned.

As a white southron male I am considered the fount of all evil, so I don’t expect my words to be heeded by any but those who already have arrived at the place I am in. But looking around at the actors in our current cultural play, from the President on down to the SJWs of GamerGate and the looters cying #ferguson, I am convinced it will come to no good end.

I suggest a little reading of history, especially of the forces unleashed at the end of the First World War. There will be a reckoning, and I suspect no one will be entirely happy with the outcome.

Or maybe just look up the Fall of Rome.

 

Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded — here and there, now and then — are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or (as sometimes happens) is driven out of a society, the people then slip back into abject poverty.

This is known as “bad luck.”

– Robert A. Heinlein

 

 

The Gods of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

– Rudyard Kipling

Are they right?