I was at another one of these professional conferences and they finished it off with a poem. I could look it up for you but I won’t subject you to it. Basically it was all about ‘be yourself and accept yourself’, ‘feed the world’, ‘make the poor rich,’ blah blah blah. If I had Godlike powers then I would have just destroyed the entire world right then. None of this flood bullshit. No survivors. Just intense fire and then some more fire to atomize any remaining cinders.
I looked around to see if anyone else was grimacing. Nope. Shit-eating grins and nods of pozzed agreement all round. There was this one guy who was cool and I’d suspected he was a fellow Kekistani earlier in the workshop but Read More
As we have seen, blasphemy is a truth that must not be uttered.
Why are some so keen to prevent people from speaking such truths?
It is because they fear what the truth, once it has escaped, might lead to. This fear may located in either the fore or hind brain.
Bangladesh – atheist views must be suppressed or society will become too Read More
You’ve no doubt heard about the trouble at Evergreen State College. They tried to have a no-whitey day and a professor called Bret Weinstein got threatened and harassed for saying it was a bad idea.
Everyone’s taking Weinstein’s side. He represents the sensible left; the ones who just want to treat everyone fairly and share the wealth around a bit. The kids are the Cultural Marxist lunatics who divide themselves into ever tinier and more obscure intersectionally disadvantaged tribes and who list their preferred pronouns before speaking and label normal hand gestures as microaggressions.
I will here demonstrate that Weinstein is wrong and the kids are right.
What Weinstein and the kids agree on is that Read More
Blasphemy is truth that ought not be uttered.
“Elephants can fly.” “Peanut butter is evil”. “All creativity emerges through elecromagnetic waves emanating from the core of the Earth into our minds.” None of these erroneous statements is blasphemous because Read More
Image Credit: Gerrit Dou, Geleede die zijn pen snijdt, WikiCommons.
I disappeared from the internet for several weeks and no one sent me a message saying, are you okay. Did you get kidnapped by the CIA. Did you fall of a cliff in a hiking misadventure. Did you get bit by a skanky cougar’s denture. Thanks a lot, everyone. I hope your poofy koi turn into megalodons and gnaw through your vas deferens.
So anyway, I clambered up the crumbling embankment and garrotted the agent (is that alpha? cos they have lady ones now) and I’m back in the cockpit, doing whatever it is that I do.
What is it? This blog has no particular focus or purpose, or audience. I sit down with a head full of shit and type away until I’ve put some of it in your head instead, then I feel better. Like after going to the toilet. This is a toilet blog. Remember 1998 and that guy who uploaded a Read More
1972. Les has a wife called Chris. He often talks about her at work. ‘Oh, Chris and I had a picnic at Silvan Reservoir’, he says when asked about his weekend. Yet each time the office Christmas barbecue comes around, Chris is unavailable. She is unwell. She is visiting family. She had to help a friend. Everyone smiles and nods. Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe next time. We were really looking forward to meeting her.
Of course, Les has no wife. There may be a Chris, and there was probably a picnic, but Chris is a bloke and everyone who’s figured it out politely pretends not to know.
2016. Les strolls in to work wearing a repulsively skimpy frock. After a quick visit to the ladies’ room he proudly flounces into the office and regales his colleagues with tales of his debauched weekend adventures. It was this big, he says. This big! He gestures more vigorously in the face of the man who is trying to ignore him. This big! And full of veins! Look at me, goddamn you. Hate crime!
But our culture is certainly not one of anything goes. While some lifestyle choices are now fawningly celebrated, other choices have become objectionable. And I am beginning to realize that I am making one of those socially unacceptable choices, and that I need to keep it in the closet.
You see, I am Read More