Friday, February 28, 2014

A Mathematical Mentor at McDonalds

"The test of every religious, political, or educational system, is the man which it forms. If a system injures the intelligence it is bad.If it injures the character it is vicious. If it injures the conscience it is criminal."-- Henri Frederic Amiel

My girlfriend wanted to go to McDonalds a few days ago. I got tea and she got some of those Chicken McNugget thingies.

As we were sitting in the booth I heard a guy in the next booth, who had an Eastern European accent and appeared to be in his late 40s (short grey beard) teaching a little girl, about eight, some math. Both were sharing a whiteboard, drawing on it with some sort of erasable black marker.

This is what he was teaching her:

This is the Cartesian Coordinate System, which is a combination of algebra and geometry. It isn't that hard, yet it took a polymath like Descartes to discover it - and he didn't do it until the early 1600's.

As I walked by I glanced at the board and saw he was teaching her the number line. When I sat down and listened, next thing I hear is X and y graphs, and and as I listened further up comes the Cartesian Coordinate System.

The girl seemed to enjoy it immensely, too. Sitting in McDonalds, some Eastern European guy, teaching an eight-year-old girl something I didn't learn until I was in middle school.

I mean to tell you, I was impressed.

He was a mentor to this girl. I felt a twinge of envy, because I never had a mentor, and I have always regretted it. What I had was sitting in ranks and rows in school and being bored and daydreaming the day away. Which is why I got notes on my report cards about not doing my homework (which I don't believe in), not paying attention in class, and not "fulfilling my potential."

Mentors are supposed to be wise elders, and we don't have those anymore.

I'm also a great believer in kids teaching kids. I realized that over 20 years ago, when I walked into my sister's house and found her eight-year-old daughter at a standing whiteboard, also with an erasable black marker in her hand, teaching the alphabet to her two younger brothers, age four and five. All of them appeared to be having a good time.

Why do not the older teach the younger in school? Are they supposed to have college Education degrees, which are utterly worthless? Are teachers' union terrified an eight-year-old will be a better teacher than they are? Are they afraid their pay will be cut or their positions eliminated? Damn, I hope so.

I graduated from a large university that was the largest producer of teachers in a very large state, and I never met a smart Education student. Except for one of my friends, and he left the field because he was so disgusted with it.

I wonder what would happen if we had mentors, like the Eastern European guy? I guarantee you that little girl will remember her wonderful times at McDonalds for the rest of her life.

And I would like to see her teach younger kids at school.

It'd be a better world.

My Scary Career-Criminal "Friend"

My father was a general contractor and I started working for him when I was 12. I saw some interesting things.

My father hired a lot of men as carpenters. One of them was an ex-con and a career criminal named Bobby Joe Jackson, who I figure is dead now (another was a graduate of the University of Illinois but spent his life as a carpenter). He was of those guys who did not mind being in prison, and he was in and out two or three times.

Bobby Joe was only about 5'6" but he had that prison build - huge on top, skinny legs. His biceps were the size of my head. (I was able to find something online about him: "Jackson was being held in jail on a hold order from the U.S. marshal's office and was to be questioned by authorities here in the murder case.")

I wasn't afraid of Bobby Joe but let's just say I did not consider him my friend. He once told my father, "I wouldn't do anything to you 'cause I like you."

Bobby Joe once got into a fight with his own brother in some dive bar. His brother hit him with a pool cue and Bobby Joe popped his own brother's eyeball out of its socket. The doctor in the ER popped it back in.

Bobby Joe also told me some guy had done something to him - I don't remember what - so Bobby Joe broke in the guy's house and threw his TV down the stairs.

So, then, at the age of 12, I realized there were career criminals, and nothing can be done with them except to lock them up. They cannot be rehabilitated.

I also ran across these same kinds of guys in middle school. I was raised in a not-good area. I remember two brothers who terrorized the younger boys. Both ended up in prison at 19. Career criminals.

I also remember when a friend and I were beaten up by six guys and another time when I was attacked by two guys - which ended up as a draw.

I have written before how I was in the basement of a bar playing pool when a gunfight broke out around me. I went under the pool table in a nanosecond. One guy had been paid to kill another guy. The supposed killee turned the tables and plugged the wannabe killer - and killed him. The survivor got a .38 in the temple, which spun around the back of his skull. I know about these things because my mother helped treat them at the ER.

The survivor was the same guy who broke the jaw of a friend of mine with one sucker punch because he walked on my friend with Killer's girlfriend - and my friend did not know she was his girlfriend.

That's when I realized there is a very small number women of who like Bad Boys - and they are trash themselves. Birds of a feather flock together. Trash hangs with trash.

I have zero respect for the concept of "Alpha" or "Beta" or how "Chicks dig the Dark Triad." People who believe in these things have comic book minds. They are naive fools with little understanding of human nature. Reality trumps theory every time.

I am reminded of a scene in the movie Wait Until Dark (which everyone should see because of Alan Arkin's portrayal of Harry Roat, Jr., who is the scariest villain ever). I have met people like Harry Roat Jr.

Roat: "Did you know they wanted to kill me? I did. I knew even before they did. They were awful amateurs, and that's why you saw through them."

Susy Hendrix: "I saw through you too."

Roat: "No, not all the way, Suzy. Even now, not all the way. The lovely thing was the way I let them set it all up. All that silliness of meeting in the parking lot, the whole thing, they had comic book minds. So, I let them do it their way, right up to the very end. And then, topsy-turvy. Me topsy and them turvy."

I have written before about this, about a serial killer who murdered a woman I worked with, killed a pregnant woman, and murdered a 19-year-old girl and threw her body on the side of the road. I had a strong idea where she was (and it turned out I was correct) but did not look for her because I knew I would find her. And when the police came to interview him as a suspect he hid behind his wife.

I've also have two relatives in prison - one for shooting a cop (who in turn shot my relative several times and blew his pinkie finger off), and another for murder (he's still in). The one still in got into a fight in prison and got his back broken when he was got down on the floor and kicked until his spine broke. He is now permanently in a wheelchair.

Every woman I've known who was a slut, and every guy I've known who has been a popular-with-women "Alpha" cad have been cowards. And if you think these kinds of guys will support you and back you up, you have a another think coming. It's what is meant by the phrase, "Fair weather friend."

Men who think, "If I act like a narcissist or psychopath and the chicks will dig me" because some blustering wimp like Roissy tells you so (or a special snowflake like Vox Day comes up with his own classification of "Sigma") don't know what a narcissist or psychopath is. And you don't even want to act like one. It will have nothing but bad effects on your life.

If you don't believe me, act like one for the rest of you life and watch what happens.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

"Women, Wake Up, Men Have Made Your Life Better, Not Worse"

I am of the opinion that feminism was caused by boredom. Technology - invented by men - made their lives so much easier that they got bored. Apparently most of them didn't know what to do with themselves, so of course, as many women do, they blamed their problems on men - such as the non-existent "patriarchy." They also envied men, thinking their lives must be wonderful, so they thought becoming wage-slaves would fulfill their lives. They found out differently.

This article is by Susan Venker and is from

"There’s a reason the text version of Camille Paglia’s opening statement at the Munk Debate, 'Resolved: Men Are Obsolete' garnered 10K likes on Facebook and received more than one thousand comments at "": it hit a nerve.

"It was a nerve that needed to be hit, and Paglia did it beautifully.

"Not only was her choice of words fitting, she delivered them with the perfect amount of exasperation.

"America must revisit its distorted view of gender equality, implored Paglia, and start being fair to the other half of the human race.

"Men’s success in fields such as medicine, engineering and technology have done more to liberate women from the constraints of their former lives than a busload of feminists could ever hope to do.

"It’s time to stop pretending men are oppressors and to start recognizing the extraordinary contributions men have made to society.

"Paglia says, 'History must be seen clearly and fairly: obstructive traditions arose not from men’s hatred or enslavement of women but from the natural division of labor that had developed over thousands of years during the agrarian period and that once immensely benefited and protected women, permitting them to remain at the hearth to care for helpless infants and children. Over the past century, it was laborsaving appliances, invented by men and spread by capitalism, that liberated women from daily drudgery.'

"She adds, 'Every day along the Delaware River in Philadelphia, one can watch the passage of vast oil tankers and towering cargo ships arriving from all over the world. These stately colossi are loaded, steered and off-loaded by men. The modern economy, with its vast production and distribution network, is a male epic, in which women have found a productive role — but women were not its author.'

"It is a truth rarely acknowledged: Men’s success in fields such as medicine, engineering and technology have done more to liberate women from the constraints of their former lives than a busload of feminists could ever hope to do.

"In almost every era, it was a male invention that provided women with the means to an easier life.

"In the 1940s, it was the washing machine.

"In the 1960s, it was the birth control pill.

"In the 1990s, it was the Internet. Other inventions include electric lighting, the sewing machine, the frozen food process, and the automobile. Such inventions changed everything.

"In the past, just getting through the day was a full-time job. Those days are now gone -- because of men.

"It is their ingenuity and hard work that provided women, mothers in particular, with what they’ve always craved: time. It gave them the kind of cushy lives our grandmothers could only dream about.

"If men are born Neanderthals, as the culture suggests, why would they create products that ease women’s burden? Only those who carry a grudge as a result of personal biases would ignore this fact and instead blame society for their woes.

"Paglia understands this temptation. 'I discovered through a long process of search as a dissident personality...I did not identify at all with my gender role as a child and blamed society completely for everything...But through the course of study and research, I began to understand that it’s actually Mother Nature who is, at this point in history, women’s greatest obstacle,' she tells interviewer Rudyard Griffiths about women’s interminable quest to 'have it all.'

"Unfortunately, most elite feminists, such as those who opposed Paglia at the Munk Debate, haven’t made this discovery, and they’re not likely to do so.

"This group needs something to do with their 'putative leftism,' or 'implicit privileging of bourgeois values and culture,' notes Paglia.

"The irony is that it’s because of the sweet life men created that these women even have time to ruminate over their place in the world -- and demonize the very group to whom they should be indebted.

“'A peevish, grudging rancor against men has been one of the most unpalatable and unjust features of second- and third-wave feminism. Men’s faults, failings and foibles have been seized on and magnified into gruesome bills of indictment. Ideologue professors at our leading universities indoctrinate impressionable undergraduates with carelessly fact-free theories alleging that gender is an arbitrary, oppressive fiction with no basis in biology.'

"It is precisely this propaganda -- the idea that biology isn’t real, and that men are prone to oppress women -- that’s caused women so much anguish.

“'Is it any wonder,' asks Paglia, 'that so many high-achieving young women find themselves in the early stages of their careers in chronic uncertainty or anxiety about their prospects for an emotionally fulfilled private life?'

"It is no wonder at all. Women must accept that what they’ve been taught by the culture just isn’t true. They will never be content until they do."

The Hell of Multiculturalism

This article is from American Renaissance and was written by Daniel Attila. I have not posted the entire article but there is a link to the entire article at the bottom of the page. The title is, appropriately, "Hell on Wheels."

I do not understand how anyone can support multiculturalism. There is no good to it whatsoever. And I have seen some bizarre things, such as an incredibly ugly Muslim female, head to toe in one of those black shrouds, who fled in panic when I walked by her with my retarded pug on a leash.

"I was born in Hungary, from which I escaped in 1982 at age 18. I settled in New York in 1984 with the intention of becoming an artist, but after nearly a decade of struggle I realized I might never make it. In 1993 I enrolled in the City University of New York, while I supported myself for four years as a conductor on New York City subway trains. There can be only a few jobs that so quickly introduce an immigrant to the realities of multi-racialism. Beneath the streets of New York I have seen and done things that very few whites will—I hope—ever see or do.

"Conductors operate the doors of trains, make announcements, give information to the passengers, and oversee the safety of people on trains and platforms. Most of the time they stay in a small compartment, or cab, in the middle car of the train. There are many cities that operate subways with only a driver, but New York City is a challenging place, where putting only one person on the train would expose the system to violence and chaos.

"Attending college while working under ground is not a dream come true, but conductors are well paid. The starting salary is $30-40,000 a year, with a top salary of $40-50,000, which can be reached in three years. Conductors who become drivers can earn $50-70,000 a year, depending on overtime. The high salaries are a result of the monopoly the Transit Authority (TA) enjoys over city transportation. The union is a mostly-black workforce, which cannot be tampered with by any politician who wants a career in New York. Even as far back as the 1930s, the all-powerful TA got through the depression without laying off a single employee.

"I went to a high school in China Town to take the civil service exam for the job. Once inside, I noticed that I was the only white person there. Except for an Asian-Indian woman who sat in front of me, I saw only black people, even though there were at least 40 of us taking the test. 'How come I’m the only white person here?' I wondered. 'Don’t white Americans want a job that pays $40-60,000 a year and doesn’t even require a high-school education?' Perhaps in answer, one of the blacks in front of me turned around and gave me a bizarre, hate-filled look—a look I would often encounter in the years ahead.

"The test was easy—surprisingly so—and I wondered if it was possible for anyone over the age of six not to pass it. I clearly remember one of the questions; I find it impossible to forget:

"If you are a bus driver and find that a kid jumped onto the back of the bus, traveling on the outside, what are you going to do?

"a) I will suddenly brake, then accelerate, repeating this process until the kid falls off and learns a lesson.

"b) I will just ignore the kid and keep on driving as if unaware of the problem.

"c) I will stop the bus and personally make sure that the kid gets off.

"As part of the test, we also had to find various places in the city, such as the Empire State Building, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the United Nations, with the help of a city map provided to us. This is similar to having Parisians find the Eiffel tower with the help of a map. Needless to say, the test went well and I congratulated myself for having settled in a country where well-paying jobs are so easy to get.

"I began learning about the reality of America’s racial dilemma right at the beginning of my training program at the Transit Authority. There was a huge black fellow in our class who had the habit of physically bumping into me at every opportunity. I could feel that he did this intentionally, trying to make it hurt more than an accidental collision would, but not enough to make it look like an assault.

"The class consisted of about 80 people, with only a half dozen whites. Most of the training was given by an old white veteran who kept telling us funny and scary stories about transit workers on duty. We were told to watch out for assaults by passengers. 'Every one of you will be spat at,' he insisted repeatedly, 'I guarantee it.' After the class training, which lasted about four weeks, we spent two weeks on trains, operating under the supervision of experienced conductors. Right on the first day, a strong black man who stood on the platform, whose right arm was bigger than both of my thighs put together, made a sudden attempt to punch me in the face as I leaned out the window to observe the platform. The conductor who supervised me assured me that such things are very dangerous and happen every day.

"Also during the break-in period, I saw a horrible incident in the East New York section of Brooklyn. A horde of black teenagers descended upon a black boy who was sitting quietly by himself. Within seconds, they beat him from head to toe, then quickly fled before the doors closed. We tried to talk to the boy, who was in bad shape, asking him if he wanted medical help or the police. When he said he didn’t want either, we asked about the attack. It turned out he was on his way to the first day on a job. The gang beat him up because they didn’t want him to work.

"After the break-in period, I was qualified as a conductor and began to operate without supervision. It didn’t take long for our instructor’s prediction to come true. I was conducting a D train in the Bronx when I noticed a large group of black men gathered on the platform, just outside the conductor’s window. I felt their threatening presence instinctively, but the rules require that the conductor lean out the window and look down the platform in both directions before he closes the doors. I had no choice but to open my window and take the risk. As soon as I opened it, one of the men spat right into my eyes. I was wearing safety goggles but still got some of the saliva on my skin—regulations require that goggles be worn primarily to protect against passenger assaults.

"Throughout the four years I spent as a conductor, blacks and Latinos would hide behind posts or other cover and spit at me—with astonishing power and accuracy. Other times they would throw things at me, try to punch me, or yell vile and sometimes inarticulate things at me.

"One attack involved a black man of about thirty, who threw a large, glass bottle at my face. I managed to close the window just as the bottle struck—it hit with such force, that pieces of glass stuck in the acrylic window of my cab all the way to the end of the trip. As we came into the terminal, I spotted a black supervisor on the platform and couldn’t help asking: 'What am I supposed to do when someone attacks me as I operate, and the attack is really nasty?' 'If you have an injury, you pull the cord and call command to send for the police and the ambulance,' was the reply. 'But what if you have no injuries? What if he almost killed you but you lucked out?' I continued. 'Then there is no problem,' said the supervisor, 'you keep on going.'

"On another occasion, when conducting a 'D' train in the Bronx, a boy in a crowd of high-school students threw a heavy stone right at my face with great accuracy and force. I instinctively held up my hand to shield my face and was injured severely enough to go to the emergency room. At the hospital, the nurse told me that a bus driver, also injured in an assault, had just been treated and released a couple of hours earlier."

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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

"Your Second Amendment is Outdated!"

She's pretty funny but appears to be a little bit ADHD.

Erik von Kuehnelt-Leddihn on Leftism

Erik Ritter von Kuehnelt-Leddihn (1909-1999) has influenced me more than I can say. And not just me; he appeared in the first issue of "National Review" and was for many years a staple of the magazine, back when it was readable and ran greats like Russell Kirk. His magnum opus, Leftism Revisited, is ranked by "Intellectual Conservative" as number 12 out of the top 25 philosophical and ideological conservative books. It's one of those books everyone should own, whether he agrees with it or not.

Kuehnelt-Leddihn spent his life studying the history of leftism and tracing its destructive influence throughout the world. Although he admired the United States, he clearly saw what leftism had done to it. Were he alive today, I believe he would define the neo-conservatives not as conservatives, but as leftists. I believe he would also have defined George Bush's and Barak Obama's crusades as a blind, crude leftist attempt to remake the world. So, then, Bush, contrary to his "conservative" credentials, was more of a leftist than a rightist - which means those who think there is any great difference between the two are mistaken.

From a lifetime of thought, Kuehnelt-Leddihn distilled leftism into a list. Here is part of it.

Messianism assigned to one group: a nation, a race, a class.
Centralization: elimination of local administrations, traditions, characteristics, etc.
Totalitarianism: pervasive of all spheres of life by one doctrine.
Brute force and terror, not authority, an endogenous force.
Ideological one-party state.
Militarism: conscription, people's armies.
Territorial expansionist tendencies as a form of self-realization.
Exclusiveness: no other deities tolerated.

Sounds like the perfect leftism is the Borg - who live in a womb-to-tomb cube flying through space.

Kuehnelt-Leddihn pointed out that while most people knew the communists were leftists, few understood that so were the Nazis. Hitler understood there was little difference between the International Socialists of Russia and the National Socialists of Germany, which is why he gave orders that former Communists were to immediately admitted to the Nazi Party. He understood there was but a hair's breadth difference between the character of the two.

As Wikipedia said of Kuehnelt-Leddihn: "Contrary to the prevailing view that the Nazi Party was a radical right-wing movement with only superficial and minimal leftist elements, Kuehnelt-Leddihn asserted that Nazism (National Socialism) was a strongly leftist, democratic movement ultimately rooted in the French Revolution that unleashed forces of egalitarianism, conformity, materialism and centralization. He argued that Nazism, fascism, radical-liberalism, and communism were essentially democratic movements, based upon inciting the masses to revolution and intent upon destroying the old forms of society. Furthermore, he claimed that all democracy is basically totalitarian and that all democracies eventually degenerate into dictatorships."

Everything on the list is troublesome, but I perhaps "messianism" is the most troublesome characteristic on that list. Every empire has used as a justification for its abuses the belief it is "saving the world." People as far apart as Aesop and Jesus both commented that "all tyrants call themselves benefactors." "Saving the world" is always an excuse for trying to conquer it.

Doubtless messianism is related to our inborn narcissism, i.e., seeing ourselves (or our tribe) as grandiose and others as less than human. That splitting is the basis of all propaganda. In the western world the closest story I can find about a malignant narcissist is that of Satan, whose sin was pride, or hubris, and who wished to replace God no matter how much destruction he caused. In our temporal world that story clearly describes such people as Castro, Mao Tse-Tung, Pol Pot, Stalin and Hitler.

Unfortunately, that story is the defining characteristic of all States, all of which consider themselves messianic, and therefore are Satanic. This includes the United States, contrary to the nationalists who believe the country has done no wrong. To the degree any country is messianic it is leftist, and will wreak havoc wherever it meddles.

Woodrow Wilson, whom Kuehnelt-Leddihn clearly thought was an utter incompetent, got the US involved in WWI to "save democracy." From his bumblings we got WWII, the Communist takeovers of eastern Europe, and in general the catastrophes of the 20th Century. The sayings, "no good deed goes unpunished" and "the road is Hell is paved with good intentions" make sense only in the context of people not minding their own business.

Messianism is related to "territorial expansionist tendencies as a form of self-realization." If a leader and enough citizens of the country believe he and the country are a messiah to the world, then expansionist tendencies necessarily follow. An current example of this kind of thinking from a few year's ago is Thomas P. M.. Barnett, author of The Pentagon's New Map.

Barnett divides the world into the Core and the Gap. We're the Core (civilized and good); all the "failed states" of the world are the Gap (uncivilized and bad). We're supposed to use war to conquer the Gap and remake them in our image. This is messianic thinking at its worst, and is close to being purely leftist. The author clearly believes he is a visionary, but his ideas are in reality a few thousand years old, and trenchant criticism of them can be found in the Bible. And since his views are leftist, I can predict that if they are put into effect, they will fail miserably - as we have in Afghanistan and Iraq (which I predicted).

Two others who remind me of Barnett are David Frum and Richard Perle, authors of An End to Evil: How to Win the War on Terror. They are even worse than Barnett, who appears positively sophisticated compared to them. Their views are simplistic: the United States is good; those who they believe pose a threat (even if they don't) have to be destroyed.

To this end they believe the U.S. should overthrow Iran, blockade North Korea, ignore Europe, twist Syria's and China's arms, and in general engage in an Orwellian perpetual war for perpetual peace. Their chances of succeeding are as about as good as Barnett's. Like Barnett, they have no intention of making their way to the front lines; that's for others.

"Exclusiveness: no other deities tolerated" is an inherent part of the first two characteristics I've mentioned. If a country is messianic and expansionist, it's going to consider itself purely good, and therefore will tolerate no dissent. Sometimes there is an attempt to replace God with country and State, such as the Nazis and Communists tried, but these attempts rapidly fell apart amid catastrophic destruction such as the world had never experienced.

What lasts longer is the melding of God and country. It might just as dangerous as replacing God with country, and certainly is just as false. I'd have to conclude people like Jerry Falwell, who wrote an article about how "God is Pro-war," is, if people take him seriously, a danger to the country. How can a man call himself a Christian when he such a rabid believer in massive war? Hasn't he ever heard of the saying, "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God"? The converse of that saying would be, "Cursed are the war-makers, for they shall be called children of the Devil."

I conclude the easiest way to recognize a false Messiah or someone whose religion is warped, is that they do not see the shades of grey inherent in people's beliefs, but instead seeing everything as black or white, good or bad. Of course, they consider themselves good; those who disagree with them are bad and have to be sacrificed to save the good. The name for this is "human sacrifice."

All of those seven traits I've listed have one thing in common: the individual is nothing; only the group counts. I would define fascism, or Nazism, or Communism, or nationalism, or leftism, thus: "the attempt to coerce people into joining an unwanted group."

Kuehnelt-Leddihn made the comment, "'We' is from the Devil; 'I' is from God." While voluntary groups are a necessary part of life, involuntary groups are as demonic as Kuehnelt-Leddihn described them.

If I was to expand on a definition of leftism, I'd say: "the attempt to coerce people into joining a messianic group, with a messianic leader, with anyone defined as an outsider considered a potentially fatal threat." That definition is the message of Orwell's 1984.

That definition means no one man should have great political power. While it is true that some can handle it, there remains the problem of who comes after him. Clearly, the office of President has much too much power. It is far too easy for a Wilson, or a Bush, or an Obama, to consider himself a Messiah destined to change the world, at the cost of great slaughter and destruction. Then of course we have the problem of the nationalists who idolize such men, to the point of referring to them as "my President."

Are these not exactly the same kind of men who would have said "mein Fuhrer"?

Ultimately the problem can be defined in three words: groups, coercion, and hubris - everyone is supposed to think exactly the same (which is what PC is about). When all three come together, the problems generated are always catastrophic. The opposite is the individual in a voluntary group, persuasion, and a realistic appraisal of oneself, generally known as humility.

Monday, February 24, 2014

The Wannabe Ninjas

I wrote this ten years ago. Goodness, was I prescient. How we've got dumb cops blowing away teenage boys when they open the door...and so on and so forth. I figure the police attract psychopaths anyway. So much for the wonders of the Dark Triad.

The time: right about now. The location: these days, just about any place in the United States. The characters: an accountant, a Chevy Cavalier, a poodle, and several police dressed completely in black, just like ninjas in a cheap kung fu film.

Wannabe Ninjas: BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Accountant (getting out of car): What the heck is this? (He looks down and counts all the holes in him.) You idiots just shot me 54 times! I'm not going to survive this, you know! And I've got a wife and two young daughters!

Head Wannabe Ninja: You're a drug dealer!

Accountant: I am not! I'm an accountant! See the horn-rimmed glasses, the pocket protector and the tidy little mustache? You've got the wrong guy!

Assistant Wannabe Ninja (whispering to Head Wannabe): He's right. We're in the wrong neighborhood. Hell, we're in the wrong city!

Head Wannabe: Doesn't matter. I say he's a drug dealer and that's all that counts. None of you guys worry; nothing's going to happen to us. We're cops and we're above the law.

Accountant (looking in car): You shot my poodle.

Head Wannabe: He tried to attack us.

Accountant: Seventeen years old, blind and toothless? I don't think so.

Head Wannabe: I say he tried to attack us! What do you guys say?

Wannabes: We all have toothmarks!

Accountant: Look at all the holes in my car!

Head Wannabe: You tried to run us over.

Accountant: The car's broke! I was waiting for a tow truck!

Head Wannabe: I say you tried to run us over. What do you guys say?

Wannabes: Look at the tire marks all over us!

Accountant: You guys are a joke! Where's your warrant?

Head Wannabe: Warrant? We ain't got no warrant! We don't need no warrant! We don't have to show you no steenkin' warrant!

Accountant: Let me see your badges!

Head Wannabe: (BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!) We don't need no steenkin' badges either!

Accountant: Ack! Gack! (topples over, exits)

Assistant Wannabe: He's dead, Jim. What are we supposed to do now?

Head Wannabe: Cuff him! Can't take any chances even if he is dead! It's the rules!

Assistant Wannabe: What about this dead dog?

Head Wannabe: Cuff all three parts of him.

Assistant Wannabe: Think we should put a gun in his hand to make it look like a good shoot?

Head Wannabe: Naw. Ain't nothing going to happen to us anyway. Why waste a good throw-down?

Assistant Wannabe: Think we should at least put drugs in his car? I mean, he was innocent, you know. We might get into a little trouble here.

Head Wannabe: Nope, don't worry about anything. Nothing's going to happen to us as long as we say he tried to run us down, or we thought his cellphone was a gun, or he made some kind of threatening move like blinking an eye.

Assistant Wannabe: God, I love the War on Drugs!

Head Wannabe: Me too! Hey guys, isn't this great!

All the Wannabes: (firing machine-guns into the air like a gang of drunken bandits): Yay!

The Science Delusion

There is science, and then there is Scientism.

Science is a method. Hypotheses and theories are always provisional, are always approximate, and are always open to change, being refined and even overthrown.

Scientism is the belief that science is the only way to the truth (in fact it is the Truth) and whatever it states is the Truth. Such people are close to being humorless fanatics than anything else, and they certainly cannot handle the slightest bit of cognitive dissonance. Actually, science is their God.

I heard of Rupert Sheldrake many years ago, and have read some of his books. Thank God for the internet, since it gives him and other like him more exposure.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

The Withdrawal of Chivalry From All Women

A few years ago I had two woman tell me, "Men are responsible for all that problems in the world." This was in 2010, not 1968, and neither was a man-hating lesbian, just spinsters without husband, home and children, which is why they blamed all her problems on men. And both had easy jobs making over forty grand a year.

I told one, "No, sweetheart, you've got it exactly backwards. Women ruin everything they get involved in, and men have created culture, civilization and technology."

I had engaged in one of those Gedankenexperiments (thought experiments) that many people think Einstein invented (he just popularized the concept in the U.S.) and had come to some, let's say, rather interesting conclusions. Those conclusions left the aforementioned woman speechless. (I had actually expected her to go all female-hysterical on me.)

Let's imagine if all men withdraw all chivalry from all women. Now of course we have to define chivalry. Let's use a really broad definition: everything that men do, wittingly or unwittingly, to protect and support women.

Using that definition, if all chivalry was withdrawn, what would happen?

Women's lives would completely collapse.

Men created civilization. They created culture. They created technology. If they withdrew all those things from women, women would be, to quote Camille Paglia, reduced to living in grass huts. Or, as humorist P.J. O'Rourke wrote, without men, civilization would last until the next oil change.

Carl Jung thought that men were biologically and universally the natural 'culture makers' – more objective, better leaders, more rational, and more independent. He believed that women were biologically and universally the 'relaters,' who were better at caring for others, knowing their feelings and emotions, and valuing relationships. He also said, "Man cannot stand a meaningless life," so you might want to watch happens when meaning, importance and community are taken out of men's lives - because that is what the purpose of feminism is.

Some women, of course, have added to civilization, culture and technology. But they are a handful because they are statistical outliers. Of course, leftists (all of whom are self-deluded mental cases) will say the lack of contribution was due to thousands of years of oppression. (If leftism can be defined in one sentence, it's this: "It's your fault, not mine!")

The reason so few women have added to society is because they overwhelmingly don't have the ability. This is why men dominate (and always have, and always will) in STEM (science, technology, engineering, math). They're also going to dominate in those dirty dangerous jobs like mining, logging and construction. Men (specifically white men) are responsible for creating discovering about 98% of everything in history.

What do women bring to the table? Their wombs. The ability to have children. Decorating the house. And that, ultimately, is why men protect them. No women, no children, no home.

These days, women control their reproduction (thanks to male scientists). They can get divorced and take a man's children and half his income (thanks to laws passed by men). They have access to easy, high-paying jobs because of Affirmative Action (which means "White Men Need Not Apply"). They can get abortions any time they want for any reason. And men allowed them to do these things.

I consider all of those things to be "chivalrous," although it's a perversion of true chivalry. A chivalrous man was originally an armed knight of generally high economic and social status, who was willing to do violence to protect the weak and helpless. And as the poster know as Dalrock wrote, "An act of kindness or deference by such a man to someone weaker or lower in status to him is gracious in nature because of the real and immediate ability he possessed to do otherwise."

Unfortunately the modern perversion of "chivalry" has backfired, and in a big way. Men have actually cut their own throats. And as for women in combat, except for a few (and they will be protected by men) that's not going to happen. What it means in women in the back with easy jobs, and lots of undeserved promotions and raises while men, as always, die or are horribly wounded. Just as they do in dirty, dangerous jobs that women don't want to do.

Many women expect to be treated as a man's equal - except they don't iy. They still want men to be chivalrous. If men on a sinking ship pushed women out of the way, women would be outraged and horrified about all these terrible men shirking their obligations to die for women they don't even know. They would all kinds of articles about how they are entitled to this. They want these men to be gracious, if you define "gracious" as meaning "I could kick your ass but I choose to help you instead." It's gotten to the point where some men are saying, "I owe you nothing."

I am reminded of what is called "The Three Laws of RoMANtics:

1. A manbot may not injure a woman being or, through inaction, allow a woman being to come to harm.

2. A manbot must obey any orders given to it by woman beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.

3. A manbot may protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.

Many years ago I told a woman, "Women want all the advantages of being a man and a woman and none of the responsibilities of either." She said nothing because she had no answer.

I believe women's greatest fear is to be deserted (I don't mean just by a man, but everything men have done for them). And the withdrawal of chivalry is, to them, being deserted. On some level they must know that without the contributions and support of men, they're reduced to poverty and destitution. Their lives would be Solitary, Poor, Nasty, Brutish and Short.

Their lives would be horrible. That's one of the reasons they get so bitter without husband, home and children. They think it's their due, along with easy, high-paying, indoor jobs.

Anything women have gotten involved in (because men let them) they destroy. Men gave them the vote, and they have consistently voted socialist. They dominate in education and now we have little boys stuffed with dangerous psychiatric drugs such as Ritalin because they act like boys and not girls. Bring a squirt-gun to school and you could end up in jail (those cops should be ashamed of themselves).

Instead of gratitude toward men there is bitterness, anger and sometimes hate. These are the fruits of feminism: "As you sow, so you shall reap." These are the logical consequences of leftist/lesbian feminism.

You can't be happy unless you feel gratitude. As Meister Eckhardt wrote, "If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you, it will be enough."

I had mentioned that without meaning, importance and community in life (Eckhardt's "thank you") you won't have much of a life. Women are not appreciating and saying "thank you" to men anymore and in response men are withdrawing their chivalry from women. Men are returning the resentment and contempt directed at them for the last 40 years.

I'd like to see it taught in school that men created culture and civilization and technology. That might happen someday, but it's not going to be anytime soon, not with "Women's Studies," Human Resources, Education and other worthless classes and degrees.

Ultimately men are responsible for feminism, because of a misguided sense of fair play. Because of a misguided sense of chivalry. In other words, men don't want to be gracious anymore, and instead some want to hurt women.

Chivalry is about protecting. It goes with providing. Both have been taken from men, and in fact thrown in their faces. So why are women shocked that many men are no longer chivalrous? Why should they be? What's in it for them? Is there a return on this "investment"? No, there's not.

A few years ago I saw a woman trying to change a tire with the wrong tools. She would have never gotten that tire off. So I changed it for her.

I will do longer do that. These days, she's on her own. And in one ways than one.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Oh My God! They Do Envy My Penis!

When I was in college I learned about Freud's concept of "penis envy." I thought, that certainly sounds retarded.

Years later, I found he had a point. Feminists, for example, are forever bringing up, "Just because you have a penis..." They don't seem realize there's a lot more than having what my niece used to refer to as "a doodle." There's a different brain, and hormones, and everything else involved in being male. But for certain goofy-brained females, it's just the doodle.

And why is it that whatever men create, women want to follow and try to change it to suit themselves, which means destroy it? I use as an example the skank Adria Richards, who fortunately got fired for taking a picture of two computer nerds talking about "dongles" and "forking." (Apparently she is so dumb it never occurred to her that the only thing that would happen is men trying to keep women out of their computer club, to avoid such harassment from imbeciles).

Wouldn't women following men around into every field be a form of penis envy? "Golly, those guys must have it so good in there...mommy, daddy, I want in! Make them let me in!"

Men don't follow women around, pounding on their doors and yelling, "Let me in! Let me in! I want in the girls' playhouse!"

I'm impressed by the power of my doodle. It's a literal Magic Wand, to have such power over women.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Sex Magic

"When a Man stops believing in God he doesn’t then believe in nothing, he believes anything." - G.K. Chesterton

There are pretty much only two ways to look at reality. One, matter is all that exists and consciousness is an epiphenomena, i.e. it doesn't exist. (Those who believe in Neo-Darwininian evolution, Evo-Psych, the Dark Triad and other such things are falling into that trap, even if they don't know it.)

The second way is that Mind is that ultimately exists and Matter is created by mind. That's the religious view, in various forms. Philosophically this is known as Idealism, and the totality of reality is known as the Absolute.

I've seen both these views among people. Each believes them because in some way it gives meaning, importance and community to their lives.

There is another, hidden ("occult" actually means "hidden") view and it tends toward the "religious" view (although it many religious people see it as "occult" and evil). I've seen this, too, although it is quite rare. But as society collapses farther and farther, I expect to see more of it.

A part of this "occult" view is that there is a "sex magic." You might want to investigate the life of the demented Aleister Crowley to understand some of it.

Generally it's been the sillier and more adolescent women who believe they're witches, or that astrology is a science, or that they have occult powers. It's one of the reasons if women are allowed to have much influence in religion they'll turn it into some sort of degraded pagan religion.

Yet men fall for it, too, but in their case it does tend to be about gaining control of some sort of Sex Power. Actually, all of these things are not just about importance, meaning and community, but also about having power and control over things and people.

I'll quote from Wikipedia on this (which actually got it right this time): "Sex magic is a term for various types of sexual activity used in magical, ritualistic, or otherwise religious and spiritual pursuits. One practice of sex magic is using the energy of sexual arousal or orgasm with visualization of a desired result. A premise of sex magic is the concept that sexual energy is a potent force that can be harnessed to transcend one's normally perceived reality."

I've seen people try this.

As society and culture collapses farther and farther all kinds of belief-systems will pop up to fill the void - Wicca and Neodruidism, for example.

Here is a list of some of them:


Feri Tradition (from ca. 1960)
Feraferia (Hellenic-inspired goddess worship, established 1967 in southern California by Frederick M. Adams, as a continuation of his Fellowship of Hesperides founded 1957), based in Nevada City.
Church of All Worlds, formed 1962, formerly the largest of all the pagan movements, which centres on worship of the earth-mother goddess;
Pagan Way, Chicago
Circle Sanctuary, based in Wisconsin, the largest Neo-Pagan organization in the U.S. Its newsletter, Circle Network News, has some 15,000 subscribers (as of 1992).
Council of Magickal Arts, Texas
Mid-Atlantic Pagan Alliance (since 1999)
Cherry Hill Seminary, Vermont (since 2001)
Covenant of the Goddess (since 1975)
Reclaiming Tradition, is an international community of women and men working to combine earth-based spirituality and political activism.

Roman Paganism

Nova Roma (since 1998)

Hellenic Neopaganism



The Druid Order (since 1909)
Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids (since 1964)
Reformed Druids of North America (since 1963)
Ár nDraíocht Féin (since 1983)

Germanic neopaganism:

Ásatrú Folk Assembly (AFA, California based, since 1994, re-activation of Stephen McNallen's 1974-1986 Asatru Free Assembly, formerly Viking Brotherhood, 1971-1974
The Troth (since 1987
Ásatrú Alliance (AA, since 1988, Arizona based)
Odinic Rite (ORV, "Vinland Regional Office", since 1997 Wisconsin based
Urglaawe (since 2007, Pennsylvania based). Draws on Pennsylvania German folkways.


Church of the Eternal Source, since 1970
Ausar Auset Society, since 1973
Kemetic Orthodoxy, since 1988

Nondenominational Pagan groups

Free Spirit Alliance

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Oh, How Horrible! Leftist Destroyers Smacked Around in Russia!

"The destroyers love disorder" - Amerika

"You can't hit me! I'm a girl!"

I like the way one cop hits a woman with a pink knit cap.

In the U.S. we've got the police murdering innocent men, women and children left and right while ignoring the real problems. In Russia the police smacked around Pussy Riot, some leftist women, who, if they had their way, would destroy Russia and return it to barbarism.

The only thing leftists understand is getting their heads knocked together. It's always been like that. "Free speech"? That's one of the first things leftists try to take away, followed by every other right.

Pussy Riot has been described as holding a "leftist anti-capitalist ideology." In other words, they have no understanding whatsoever of human nature.

This isn't even "a beating." A beating is what the police did to Kelly Thomas, when they beat him to death for 20 minutes.

This is a beating. The video is not.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Comic Book Alpha Heroes

“In times of weakness and illness, the longing for salvation and redemption, as well as for saviours, spiritual guides, prophets, trainers and dieticians, multiplies.” - Wolfgang Martynkewicz

A woman once told me she considered the concept of "Alpha" among certain men the same as romance novels among women. I realized she was right.

Look at probably the best-known fictional "Alpha": James Bond. Handsome, well-to-do, athletic, irresistible to women. What about him is not "Alpha"? Supposedly he's the epitome of manhood. And he's purely fictional.

I was raised with the first James Bond: Sean Connery. I still consider him the best. After him came a few parodies: Dean Martin as Matt Helm and James Coburn as Derek Flint. Their movies had the saving grace of being funny, even though they were over the top (as they were supposed to be).

"The total man...Our Man Flint!"

I define as "Alpha" as being the "best you can be." You can consider it "evolving" yourself. As for myself, I don't use the word, "Alpha." Never. Tell some people sometime "I'm an Alpha" and if they know what it is, watch them smile. On the other hand, tell them, "I'm trying to be the best I can be," and you'll find a different reaction.

As the concept stand now, in many ways it's comic book. Bruce Wayne, a millionaire turned Batman. Tony Stark probably a billionaire turned Ironman. Rich, good-looking, popular with women. And they're comic book heroes.

It's not original with me, but it's been noticed in comic books the more handsome, wealthy and popular with women, the few superpowers they have. Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark have no superpowers whatsoever; their powers are completely based on advanced technology.

The more inherent superpowers they have, they more nerdy they originally were. The nebbish Clark Kent as Superman. Steve Rogers, a frail young man who turned into Captain America. Peter Parker, an orphan who became Spiderman (the creators said he was about "rejection, inadequacy, and loneliness young readers could relate to.") Bruce Banner, "a socially withdrawn and emotionally reserved physicist who physically transforms into the Hulk under emotional stress."

Captain America, before and after..."Omega" to "Alpha"

Most of the creators of the original comic book superheroes were socially awkward, unpopular kids, so they created their own grandiose fantasy worlds so they could live out their fantasies. There is nothing wrong with this, but they knew they were fantasy worlds. They didn't take them for real.

I never much cared for any of the superheroes. For some unknown reason I preferred Silver Surfer and Dr. Solar. My nephew, when he was little, liked a TV cartoon character named Bravestarr, and once talked his mother into sewing him his uniform so he could wear it on Halloween. I still remember him running around the house wearing it when he was about five.

I believe that those who came up with this Alpha-to-Omega classifications were a bit nebbish themselves. "Beta" nerds trying to convince themselves they're James Bond. Trying to convince themselves they're "Alpha." It's a comic book fantasy.

These reactions to insecurity have been around for a long time. Thor, for example. Any mythological superhero in the past. They were were entertaining and educating, and young boys were supposed to model themselves in some way after them. And in many ways it was about getting away from being smothered by Mom and joining the world of men.

These heroes of the past were models, and there were supposed to be mentors to go along with them. The Wise Elders who guided you into growing up. Unfortunately we've lost our modes and mentors, and the ones who have today are not so great.

The young are trying to find them. Sometimes, they can't, not really. But they will always try. They're trying right now.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Help, Mr. Wizard! Help!

When I was half the size I am now, one-fifth the age, and twice as wise, one of my favorite cartoons was "Tooter Turtle." Since I enjoy hearing rain on a roof, I've always been envious of turtles. In Tooter's case, I'd pass on being his uniform bilious green.

Tooter, fortunately, unlike most turtles, wasn't very smart. He was a curious, good-natured, not-very-bright, not-very-knowledgeable turtle who always wanted to be "what he is not." He was too innocent, and too stubborn, to know his limits. He always wanted to time-travel, or be a a knight, or a cowboy.

In the cartoons, Tooter time-traveled to the future or past, or zipped over to a parallel universe, where he invariably ended up being chased by some guy with a can opener or somebody else who wanted to make soup. Then he would yell, "Helllp! Mr. Wizard! HELLLLP!" and Mr. Wizard, who was a friendly-looking talking lizard with a magic wand and one of those Merlin-type pointed caps with stars and moons on it, would intone, "Drizzle, drazzle, druzzle, drome, time for this one to come home." Then Tooter would spin in circles against one of those Twilight Zone spiral backgrounds and be spirited to safety.

I almost always find great wisdom in good cartoons. Ezra Pound, a good poet who was wacko but occasionally wise, once said, "The artist is the antenna of the race." It's a good comment, and there is great wisdom in it. I suspect good artists somehow are more in tune with our unconscious archetypes than most people, and because of this have access to a wisdom that sometimes they don't even understand. And cartoons, in my opinion, can be the finest art. At their best they both entertain and educate.

Tooter, for example, is the archetype of the Dumb Kid. Most children have every one of Tooter's traits. Even though today we are involved in the Cult of the Child, almost considering them little gods whom it takes a village idiot like Hillary Clinton to raise, let's face facts. They're stupid. Not only stupid, but innocent, ignorant and stubborn. They can't even tie their shoes. They fall over all the time, sometimes for no discernible reason. Don't keep an eye on them, and they'll jump off the roof using a blanket as a parachute. I should know; I tried it. They'll follow a ball into the street right in front of a car – and other dumb kids will follow them. They see monsters everywhere, are annoyingly loud, and pick unnecessary fights.

Mr. Wizard is the archetype of the Good Dad. He's intelligent, wise and knowledgeable. He lets Tooter do what he wants and take risks, but he always keeps an eye on him and can get him safely away. He doesn't smother him. He lets Tooter get experience in life. He's thoughtful and firm, but not overbearing. He has a sense of humor, and doesn't take himself too seriously. And he's got a gun and knows how to use it, even if it is disguised as a magic wand.

Two other "good dads" on TV were Ward Cleaver of Leave It To Beaver and Andy Taylor in The Andy Griffith Show. Two well-known "dumb kids" on TV were Gilligan and Barney Fife. Gilligan is Tooter with clumsiness added. Barney is Tooter corrupted with just a pinch of police power.

One scene that sticks in my mind about the Andy Griffith Show is when Barney, shaking with fear, asks Andy if he can "put my bullet in my pistol now" when they are about to confront some criminals.

Andy, who understood very well that Barney was a child, didn't allow him to carry a loaded pistol. And he was only allowed one bullet, which he could put in the pistol when Andy said it was okay to do so.

If there is a Good Dad, then there is the Evil Dad, who fits the archetype of Satan, a monster who saw others not as people but things, and was unconcerned with the mass destruction of the innocent. In cartoons, Simon bar Sinister of The Underdog Show and The Brain of Pinky and the Brain are the archetypes of the Evil Dad. That such villains are most always shown as wisenheimer mutant dwarfs is because they are symbols of the villains' lack of morality.

The psychiatrist M. Scott Peck has an interesting definition of evil: "I define evil, then, as the exercise of political power – that is, the imposition of one’s will upon others by overt or covert coercion – in order to avoid extending one’s self for the purpose of nurturing spiritual growth." When Jesus was tempted by the Devil, what he was offered was political power. He turned it down.

It would be a better world if people paid attention to Mr. Wizard's most famous saying: "Be what you is, and not what you is not. Folks who do that are the happiest lot!"

What do these cartoon archetypes tell us about people's misguided plans? The same as it always has been for Gilligan, Tooter and Barney. Catastrophe. Only this time, there is no Good Dad to save them. Or us.

Or is there? Ward, Andy and Mr. Wizard are what American men – and fathers – should be. They are not disgraces to manhood, as the media portrays men today. They're more like what men are supposed to be.

The world of Leave It To Beaver would not be such a bad place to live, even with Eddie Haskell and Lumpy Rutherford, who are really more annoyances than anything else. The government is barely visible in Beaver World. There's an occasional friendly fireman sitting in a chair in front of the firehouse, smoking a pipe, and the cops are peace officers – not "police" officers – who act as they should, which means helping the public and not trying to pay their salaries by sticking their noses into what is none of their business.

Mayberry is also a place where there is minimal government and maximum culture. There is an inverse relationship between the two. The bigger the State, the less civilization.

Ever notice that cartoon villains always want political power, even though it means destroying everything? Just look at Obama, for an example.

The culture of Mayberry is one that supports a town full of lovable eccentrics, with the kind of sheriff that all decent people wish existed in their city. Personally I'd rather put up with Barney Fife than just about any police officer today.

Mayberry's idyllic life can't be created by the State, but it can be destroyed by it. As The Simpson's Chief Wiggins so accurately observed, "I didn't say the government couldn't hurt you. I said it couldn't help you."

Tooter's World is the best of all. There is no "government" but there is law. Natural Law, which is the only real law that exists. Law that is discovered, not "created." If anyone thinks laws can be created, jump off a roof and on the way down tell the ground there's a law in a book that it can't hit you. Just as physical laws are discovered, so are economic and social laws. If they're not Natural Laws, then they're just words in a book.

Tooter keeps violating Natural Law, keeps paying for his transgressions, but is fortunate enough to have Mr. Wizard save his shell. If only such fantasies existed in reality.

What will save this country is its returning to the original philosophy that it was founded upon – less government, more culture. Under it, we'll have more Andy Taylors and Ward Cleavers. Under the semi-socialism/fascism we now have, what we get are power-hungry politicians and fascist police.

Of the worlds I described, I would prefer to live in Tooter's. Actually, I'd like to be Mr. Wizard. Unlike Plato, I don't believe in philosopher-kings. I believe in philosopher-wizards, like Harry Potter's Professor Dumbledore. If anyone in the "government" tried to violate anyone's rights, I would zotz them with my wand. ("Income tax?" BLAM.)

It would be fun. To paraphrase the Charlie Daniels' song, I'd have them running like their feet were on fire and, derrieres were catchin'. Okay, I'm lying. If I had my way, both would be on fire.

Or maybe I'll sit in a lawn chair, drink some wine and have my pug chase the guilty around. Hey, in Tooter World a pug may not be exactly what it is in this world, right?

I suspect Mr. Wizard would smile. I certainly am.

"I Am A Dropout"

I recently met a 16-year-old girl who has found high school intolerable. She skips all the time. She told me it's so boring it's unbearable and she finds the other students to be almost moronic.

Unfortunately she lives in a state where the police will arrest her parents if she skips too much. Now how exactly is that going to make her attend school?

I told her to drop out and get a GED. Her SAT scores are so high she'll have no problem getting into college...not that college is worthwhile anymore.

One of my friends dropped out of high school, got his GED and then became an airline pilot. Another woman dropout I know went into retail and now has some sort of retro shop in Las Vegas.

The following was written by Stephanie Shepard and is from her blog Time of Calamity, which is over there on the right side on my blogroll.

"Every time I see the media trying to portray Edward Snowden as an idiot I giggle. They want to focus on him being a high school dropout as if it actually means anything. When are people going to get past this idea that a high school diploma actually counts anymore. What they hate more about Snowden was that he is highly intelligent despite dropping out.

"I see the problem instantly with his career. I will use the Navy for this example. In the Navy the dumbest job you can have is communications. To get the job you barely have to pass the ASVAB test. They do this on purpose. The idea is have the dumbest people working with high value, high volume information. The theory is that these people are too dumb to realize what they are reading. They bet on people being dumb and not knowing how highly classified the material really is. If they are too stupid there is no threat of them talking or selling the information to other countries.

"Now think about this in the context of Edward Snowden. People are baffled that he was a dropout and had no further formal education. He worked for the CIA and the NSA both without a degree of any kinda. He was great at computers, but nobody realized he was intelligent in a way they didn't want. Without a doubt he was hired because he wasn't properly vetted. They would have known that he wasn't an uneducated man that knew what he was seeing.

"I am a high school dropout. Oddly I am quite proud of this standard 'fuck you' of the public school system. We need to get past the idea that those who actually tolerate school until the end are actually education. The situation is a lot more bleak than you would assume.

"I dropped out 6 months into my senior. Many would call me an idiot for doing this. I saw it as I saved 500 dollars not paying for the 'honor' to graduate high school. No I didn't want to pay for senior photos. No I did not want to pay for my cap and gown. And no I didn't want my parents to pay for an open house to pander to my relatives for money.

"This is just a side note to my apathy at the time. First I dropped out while I was in the middle of a trimester that I had a 3.8 GPA. This tale is going to down hill rather quickly. I was doing dual enrollment with nursing classes at the time. In the middle of my junior year is when I realized everything I was working towards was utter bullshit. So my teenage rebellion was to not keep going. At this point I still hadn't seen the movie Office Space. Otherwise I would have taken things to an extreme.

"So why did I stop going to classes? I went to school in Michigan. Michigan has crony youth employment laws. If you are under the age of 18 you cannot work more than 18 hours a week. It is a brilliant idea of making sure teenagers aren't over worked. It is also total shit when you are trying to save money for college. At 18 hours a week making minimum wage of 5.15 an hour there was no saving money. There was buying your first car. There was no being able to move out of your parents house at 18. Some just don't get this fucking of the youth. The only option at the time was go to college after graduation or get comfy living in your parents basement.

"Well I said 'hell no' to all that. I tricked my principle into saying I attended less hours in classes than I actually attended. The loop hole to this being that since half my classes were community college classes that the technical sense of the law didn't apply to me. I won and was able to work nearly full time through my last two years of high school.

"With my new found freedom of being in the adult world more I realized I was screwed. So I stopped caring. I had the manipulation of my teachers down at the time. At my school we had trimesters. Meaning we would switch to all new classes every 12 weeks. A better system than most public high schools. However, it was the greatest advantage because teachers had very little time to get to know their students. The only memorable students were the ones the were constantly in trouble.

"My wise plan that worked for nearly 2 years. I would show up the first couple of days of the new semester. Not attend for the next 5 weeks until mid-terms. I would show up out of the blue and get 5 weeks of assignments. Spend two good nights binging on coffee and complete all my assignments. With all the homework I had just made up I was prepared to take the midterm test and pass everything with an A. Then I wouldn't show up for another 5 weeks. I would always waltz in right before finals.

"This was like clockwork. I was in college, working nearly full time, and passing my classes with grades good enough for enrollment in a good state school. Well, I got fucked by the state with some new fancy laws. They had passed a socialist scholarship program in Michigan. Basically all the idiots that played the lottery started funding public schools and scholarships that you automatically received for passing stat standardized test. Up until the end of this year I still qualify for 5,000 of scholarship money in Michigan. There is no chance in hell I will go back to the shit hole for the free lunch though.

"While all this was going on the state started mandating that funding would only go towards schools based on enrollment and attendance. I had been on truancy probation in school for nearly 3 years. The way I had been getting around not getting dropped out of school is Saturday detention. I wouldn't show up 90% of the time and I would make it up my doing detention time. The most detention time I ever had per semester was 3 Saturday mornings. They lasted 5 hours and I would just sleep through them all. Not a bad deal.

"Well I got caught towards the end thanks to these new laws. The school found out how much school I had missed. Somebody learned the power of math and ran with in. I was pulled into the vice principle's office and got a stern talking to with a wage of the finger. I was told to graduate I would have to repeat my senior year to graduate because of the missed class time. I had over a 3.2 GPA. I was an honor student for a majority of my life. I told them to go fuck themselves. The school did not care about my education. They only cared about their funding.

"Despite what most people would think dropping out of high school did not hinder me in anyway. I just went and took my GED. I took a few days of my time and passed the test in the top 10 percentile in all the subjects. I took my residual SAT without studying and pass with great scores the first time. I enrolled in college and started my freshman year as if nothing had ever happened."

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Consciousness and Culture

I pointed out in my last post that I have had hallucinations, one when I was five and one when I was 21. They didn't happen in a vacuum; they were based on the culture I was raised in (a monster from a movie, a bee, a woman wearing high heels). While our consciousness is based on our culture...there is apparently a feedback system. A cybernetic system, you can say. Consciousness affects culture...and culture affects consciousness.

(I also once had a vivid nightmare about, of all things, the Buckners - the Zombie Redneck Torture Family in the movie, The Cabin in the Woods. )

Our culture certainly limits our consciousness (perhaps I should say "belief-systems") and then we turn around and use those belief systems to determine our culture. That's what I mean by a cybernetic feedback system.

Ideally, those beliefs should give us importance, meaning and community in our lives. When our lives are in ferment - or perhaps I should say chaos - it can be awfully hard to find those things. And it can be especially bad when you have clashing belief systems ("multiculturalism" aka Cultural Marxism) attempting by law to force their consciousness on everyone else.

When all is "equal", all equally meaning nothing.

The "goodness" of any belief is how satisfying it is to people, and the kind of culture it creates. In other words, the kind of people - their consciousness - and how it is created by the culture.

Since art imitates life, it's not all that hard too see what is happening by looking at art. For example, Superman, who used to stand for Truth, Justice and the American Way, gave up his U.S. citizenship in early 2011 to become a "citizen of the Universe." What's next - the Hulk coming out as gay? (There have been attempts to turn Catwoman into a Jewish dyke. Fredric Wertham who in the early 50's raged against comic books with his Seduction of the Innocent, would have throw fits over what exists today.)

You may say, "Well, those are only comic books," but that's what kids read when they're growing up, and it certainly can affect them. Personally, I consider them art, just as I consider "Dibert" to be art (it certainly does reflect stupid bosses and life in a cubicle).

Art is supposed to be constructive and worthwhile. It's not supposed to degrade. Aristotle defined it "as the realization in external form of a true idea." In other word, the Good, the True, and the Beautiful.

These infections (perhaps cancer is a better word) are everywhere these days, and they are of course leftist. I understand why people are pulling their kids out of the public schools. I've known people who have moved into rural trailers to get their kids away from these demented influences. What are concerned parents supposed to do? Watch everything that can influence their kids in a bad way? To prevent the culture from influencing their consciousness in a bad way?

These leftists for years have been doing a Gramscian march through our institutions. Now they're trying to get to our kids through comic books. What's next? Fairy tales (oops, feminists have already rewritten fairy tales to suit their beliefs.)

To quote from the Amazon blurb for Barbara G. Walker's Feminist Fairy Tales: "Prominent feminist author Barbara Walker has revamped, retold, and infused with life some of your favorite classic fairy tales. No longer are women submissive, helpless creatures in need of redemption through the princely male! Instead they are vibrantly alive, strong women who take fate into their own hands."

"Vibrantly alive, strong women." Now where have I heard that before?

Leftists, all of whom are anywhere from four to 12 years old emotionally, think human nature is infinitely plastic. All they have to do is get children young enough - from fairy tales to comic books - and then mold them into what they want. They're wrong about it, just as they are wrong about just everything else.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live in a culture where you could not read or watch what you wanted. It'd be one in which you guard your thoughts and could say what it only accepted - because if you slipped terrible things might happen to you. It'd be a hell. Czesław Miłosz well understood that dynamic in his The Captive Mind.

Sooner or later, as has always happened in the past, people with common sense will knock leftist's heads together.

There will always be a reaction when people realize that certain people are trying to poison their children's minds - mutilate and sometimes destroy them.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

The First Time I Saw a Monster That Wasn't There

"When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge." - Albert Einstein

You see that goofy movie poster up there? It's from the movie, The Colossus of New York, an obscure but not-that-bad black-and-white SF/horror film from the late ‘50’s. I keep that poster not only stored on my computer, but printed out and framed on my wall.

I’d better explain. When I was barely five years old, my parents took my sister and me to the movies. Colossus was playing, although it took me a few decades and some people at the Internet Movie Database to identify the film. And for some odd reason, the movie was at the theater over five years after it came out.

I remember absolutely nothing about the movie except one thing. As I sat in the darkness of the movie theater, my feet dangling above the floor, the Colossus appeared on a balcony on the right side of the screen.

Being five years old, I was probably less than three-feet-tall. Adults six-feet-tall appeared to me to be 12-feet-tall. The Colossus would have been, in real life, about seven-feet-tall, so, to me, he probably would have appeared to be about 14-feet-tall. On screen, he was roughly eight-feet-tall, making him, to me, about 16-feet-tall. As you can see, he was big, and added to that, a monster! A rather interesting and cool-looking monster, but still a monster.

After the camera showed the Colossus on the balcony on the right side of the screen, it panned to the screen's center. There was a cop standing there, pointing a revolver at the Colossus.

I remember everything just as vividly as is possible. The cop was wearing a double-breasted uniform, with a garrison cap. The revolver was one of the older .38s with a tapered barrel. His badge was on the left side of his chest. I even remember that.

The officer made a mistake pointing his revolver at the Colossus. As I watched, what I can only describe as Intergalactic Death Rays leaped from the Colossus' eyes, reached out to the cop, touched him. There was the electric sound of a very large June bug hitting the bug zapper. BZZZZT.

The cop glowed white and disappeared. Gone. Not pulverized, not vaporized, but atomized! Disintegrated into his component atoms, to waft away silently on the celluloid breeze. There was nothing left of the cop, not his cap lying pathetically on the floor, not his brave revolver waiting for another hero to grab it, not a pair of shoes with smoke coming out of them. Nothing.

My mouth dropped open. If I had had a box of Milk Duds and a Coke in my mitts, I would have dropped them. My eyebrows shot up. My eyes widened. I was speechless. I was fixated in brainlock, much like a paralyzed rabbit seeing a VW Bug coming at him and knowing he is going to put a dent in the hood and then sail in front of the windshield and disappear over the top of the car (that did happen to me and my Bug when I was 19).

I was awe-struck, the kind of awe you supposed to feel standing in front of God. At five years old, I had seen a man disintegrated by a 16-foot-tall monster who shot rays out of his eyes! What I saw was not within the experience of a five-year-old – it orbited somewhere out near Pluto! If you think such a scene won't permanently stamp your brain, imagine what it would do to you if you saw it in real life. And when you're five years old, it is difficult if not impossible to tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

A five-year-old will believe anything. Tell him he'll break his mother's back if he steps on a crack, or that the inside of golfballs are poison, or a tooth or a nail will dissolve in Coke, and he will believe it. I once told my four-and-five-year-old nephews the reason a guy I worked with didn't have a leg is because he was hunting bears, until all the bears got together and sent out the meanest one to fix the problem. Next thing I know, my nephews are telling all their friends bears can talk.

The next thing I remember about seeing the movie is the drive home. My parents were teasing my sister and me about the film, claiming the monster was from the moon and made of cheese. That is why, to this day, my sister and I refer to him as the Cheesemonster. All I have to do is say, "Cheesemonster" and she smiles.

That night, lying in bed, I happened to look in my doorway – and guess who was standing there? The Cheesemonster. He stood there, just as clear as he was on the screen (although a lot smaller), staring silently at me.

I wasn't particularly scared, although I certainly wanted him to stay in the doorway and not come any closer. Actually, I wanted him to go away. It wasn't as if I was going to leap out of bed, grab my hollow plastic sword and smack him upside the head. Not with those Death Rays of his. My parents would wonder why nothing was left of me, not even my Tony the Tiger pajamas.

As I lay there in bed, staring silently at this apparition staring silently at me, my four-year-old sister, in bed in her room, started screaming. She was shrieking, "CHEESEMONSTER! CHEESEMONSTER! CHEESEMONSTER!"

Hey, now wait just a minute here! Was my sister seeing him, too? This caused a perturbation in my five-year-old brain, much worse than merely seeing the Colossus in my doorway. This was one helluva glitch in the Matrix. I remember saying, "Dawn, do you see him too?" and getting the shrill answer, "My room! My room!"

At this time my father appeared in my doorway, wanting to know what the heck was going on!? (Unfortunately he wasn’t wearing anything, so he had one of his hands cupped over the frank and beans. Later, I always wanted to go into his room, pull the covers off of him, and say, "Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey!")

I found out something that mildly surprised me – the Cheesemonster was transparent, like one of those Honey Bear squirters without any honey in it. My dad was standing right where the Cheesemonster was, and I could see my dad through him. Just as surprising, the Cheesemonster took no notice of my dad. Or my dad of the Cheesemonster.

Finally, I suppose, my father got my sister calmed down, the Cheesemonster disappeared back to the moon or the reel of film he came from, and everyone went to sleep.

Years later, when my sister and I talked about that night, she swore she saw the Cheesemonster standing at the foot of her bed, whereas I saw him in my doorway. Oh boy. There were two of him? At least neither brought their Intergalactic Death Rays.

When I was about 19 I found out what my sister and I had that night were called "hypnagogic hallucinations." They tend to happen as people fall asleep. As to why my sister and I were sharing almost the exact same hallucination, I have no explanation. She swears she had them all the time when little, especially one about a man with a handlebar mustache walking down the hall toward her room. I tell her that if there had been three more, they could have sung her Barbershop Quartet songs.

The most famous hypnogogic hallucination is that of the German chemist Friedrich Kekule, who in 1890, saw, while falling asleep, a snake-like chain of atoms spinning in front of him. What he saw gave him the clue to the molecular structure of benzene, a problem which had stumped him.

Lesser known is the poet/artist William Blake seeing angels outside his window when he was five-years-old. He got paddled when he told his parents. Now either Blake was really seeing angels, or else was doing was I had been doing when I was five.

Mostly, when people imagine things, they see them inside their heads. Less often, they see them outside, as I did - unless there really are Cheesemonsters and gigantic bees.

Why do people sometimes see them outside? I don't know for sure, but I suspect when you cease to think, and outside sensory input is reduced, brainwaves change and some sort natural creativity pops up. Because of this, I do know that imagination, whether inside or outside your head, is so associated with creativity that the two cannot be disassociated. I guarantee you that 100 percent. And imagination, as Albert Einstein noted, is more important than knowledge.

Notice that Einstein didn't say that knowledge wasn't important, just that imagination comes first. Without imagination one does not know what to do with the knowledge. And Einstein certainly knew about the importance of imagination: he created the Theory of Relativity by imagining what it would be like to ride a beam of light.

Starting kindergarten pretty much put an end to imagination in any of us kids. It's one of the reasons I don't like public schools. Having an imagination, and using it correctly, is an indispensable part of an education. It's an indispensable part of the health of any society, because all societies are advanced by those who have both imagination and knowledge. However unwittingly they do it, I believe the sit/march/sit/march structure of the schools is not the proper way to deal with imaginative kids. If it was the right way, there would not be so many daydreaming kids in schools. Or drug use.

I occasionally run across people who have hypnagogic hallucinations. They always happen right as they fall asleep. I know of one man who uses them to write music. He said he could "hear voices saying things...could see images." I understand this, since even today, when falling asleep, I sometimes hear music. And they're not songs I've heard before; they are new ones, bubbling up out of my subconscious. They’re not very good, though – more like a drumming. There goes my career.)

I've decided the whole thing is a natural hallucinatory state, related to creativity. And I'll say this: who needs drugs when you've got something like this? Unfortunately, one of the main reasons people use drugs is to artificially create experiences which are already naturally within us.

The reason for this paralysis is so we don't get up and act out our dreams.

Having had a girlfriend who once went into the kitchen and made six peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches, put them into Baggies, then stored them in the refrigerator, while talking the whole time, I understand why people shouldn't sleepwalk. I also knew a guy from high school who crawled out of his window and walked around on the roof.

One night, as I was about to fall asleep, I found myself paralyzed. I was so used to it I didn't even pay any attention. This time, though, I began to hallucinate. First, I heard a woman's high-heels clicking on the sidewalk outside my window. Then, she began to speak in English, only I couldn't understand her. That's when I realized I was hallucinating.

You might think that under such circumstances, your mind might not be clear. On the contrary – I was as awake and lucid as I could be. Things felt as real as could be, even though I was fully aware that what was happening wasn't real.

Then things got even more interesting. I was lying on my stomach, with no shirt on. I suddenly heard a buzzing sound above me. It sounded like a football-sized bee. I even felt the wind from its wings blowing across my back. Not only an auditory, but a tactile hallucination.

Even though I knew the whole thing was imaginary, and that I was imagining it outside my head instead of inside, I decided I had had enough. Before, I had always been able to overcome this paralysis by trying to rock back and forth. It worked this time, too, and the bee and the wind faded away.

I sat up in bed, and I felt as awake and clear and alive as I had ever felt in my life. As I said, who needs drugs when you've got this? I also realized my imagination was engaging in some sort of play.

You may find these experiences strange. Having had them, I know they're not. I also know that when an imaginative person has knowledge and control, that's when true creativity takes place. That's what advances societies.

Stephen King, who was said he lives mostly within his imagination, wrote in the introduction to Nightmares and Dreamscapes, that his imagination "made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights...there are people in the world – too many of them, actually – whose imaginative senses were either numb or completely deadened, and who lived in a mental state akin to colorblindness. I always felt sorry for them..."

I know what he means.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Why Women Should Not Be Allowed to Vote, Part II

I don't think women should be allowed to vote. 80% of them are natural fascist/socialists and don't even know it. Instead, they think their beliefs are the right ones.

I found the below as a comment on my blog concerning that article. I found it interesting enough to share.

I'll assume she's telling the truth. What she doesn't realize - and probably can't admit to herself - is that everything she has done has been based on the accomplishments of men. And again, when men establish a field women follow them like dogs into it...and then destroy it. And does she think every woman wants to be like her? And if she's telling the truth...she's one out of twenty million. In other words, a statistical outlier.

And notice she talks about penises. They just can't seem to help themselves. I'm surprised she didn't tell me I have a tiny dick and never get laid.

I'm curious as to why she did not use her full name and give a link to her site so I can worship at the altar of Her Awesomeness.

Apparently I've run across Wonder Woman. Perhaps she can do a comic book about herself?

And believe me, that tree branch up my butt is pretty uncomfortable.

"You suck, Bob!

"My name is Linda. I am a woman. Do you want to know what else I am?

"I'm Ivy League-educated. In Economics. In Political Science. In Mathematics. Triple Major, how about that? I've also received post-graduate degrees in the same fields and earned my Ph.D. Wowzah!

"I gotta tell you, I'm not sure how I did it without having a penis. It was rough, doing this thing called research and field study and writing theses the length of novels. I must have, by plain dumb luck, vomited out the right sequences of words in both my papers and my oral defense to impress the men-folk just enough that they took pity on poor ol' me, a broad who wanted to play in their sandbox. What were those women doing on my juries anyway? They must've been free with the BJs to their male colleagues, amirite?

"I can explain supply and demand. I can parse out the differences between Communism and Socialism (parse, verb, to break down into component parts; now you don't have to look it up!). I can do the same for supply-side versus Keynesian economics. Ditto on detailing the advantages (and disadvantages!) of a constitutional monarchy. I can also explain 'marginal' utility, which shows that I can also spell and, at the very least, proofread what I write.

"More things I can explain: the Laffer curve, Black-Scholes, the Gini coefficient, asymmetrical federalism, neo-Gramscianism, and Godel's theorem, to name only a few.

"I can also squat nearly three times my bodyweight, bench nearly the same, and I'm willing to wager I can triple the number of one-handed pull-ups you can perform. Did I mention I'm a decorated Bosnian and Iraq war veteran? Oh yeah, I'm that, too.

"Change the tire on my car? Please. I've repaired eight-ton military vehicles, too. I earned Expert Marksman rank in weapons qualifications. I've run--not walked--through mine fields under a barrage of enemy fire. I can drive stick.

"How did I get this way? Parents who loved and supported me, informed me that I was in no way inferior to men, and that I could master any skill, any theory, any challenge put before me. Amazing, isn't it, how far and fast one can go when one doesn't have to fight their conditioning?

"It's gauche (gauche, adj., to be trendy or in fashion--saved you more time, buddy!) for men who say similar things as you to read a background like mine and snidely comment that I must be a lesbian, what with my very obvious penis-envy. But no, I'm married, and to an equally decorated, intelligent, and fit man who isn't the least bit insecure or intimidated by my success or education. You and some of your readers might want to try it sometime, right after you see a proctologist for that unfortunate tree branch lodged in your rectum.

"Here's a thought: Until YOU can match MY level of education, experience, and skill, why don't you sit on those pretty little hands of yours and let the grown-ups do the voting from now on, eh, tough guy?"

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Loser Nerds Living in Their Parents' Basement

“The devil, the proud spirit, cannot endure to be mocked.” – St. Thomas More

"The explicit opposition to a social phenomenon inevitably manifests as a synthetic form of that which it ostensibly opposes." - Bryce Laliberte

The first time I ran across a "feminist" I was 18 years old and in my first year of college. She was plain, overweight but not obese, and once in class she said, "I'm not going to support any man." I remember thinking, "You can't get any man."

The way she was acting and thinking was clearly a reaction to her unpopularity with men.

Before that, in high school, I ran across guys (fortunately, not all that many) who were all bragging about all the girls they had screwed, when they hadn't screwed any. As far as I'm concerned, the more someone brags about what they are, the less they have to brag about. Bluff and a big mouth to cover up they're as hollow as a balloon.

The way they were acting and thinking was clearly a reaction to their unpopularity with women.

When someone isn't getting what they think they should be getting, sometimes they get grandiose, to cover up their feelings of humiliation. It's a pretty common defense mechanism.

These days, I occasionally read articles (always from people who know nothing about genetics) about "superior Alpha sperm" and "inferior Beta sperm." My first thought is that these guys live in their parents' basement, are probably overweight neckbeards, and don't get laid at all. People who make such comments clearly aren't their idealized "alphas" and are closer to being those despised "omegas."

It's not original with me (in fact it's a quite old philosophical position) that the thoughts in our head are not reality - which to me seems obvious. The closer they are to "reality" the better they work. The better life is.

This means the Alpha-to-Omega hierarchy is not reality. They are thoughts in our heads that we impose on reality. So how well do they work? Not all that well.

For one thing, all of us are narcissistic. It's inborn. Some are a lot more narcissistic than others.

Narcissism, to make it as simple as possible, is when we use feelings of grandiosity to cover up our feelings of shame and humiliation. Everyone does it. In other words, those who think they are "Alphas" with their "superior Alpha sperm" and who think there are "Betas" or "Gammas" or "Omegas" (with their corresponding "inferior sperm") are using grandiosity to cover up their own self-loathing, their own shame, and their own feelings of humiliation. "I am not one of those loathsome, inferior Betas, Gammas, Omegas....I am an Alpha, Sieg Heil!"

None of this mystifying nonsense was around when I was a kid. So how did it happen?


Which is not about equality, but female superiority (grandiosity) and therefore about humiliating and shaming men. So men are reacting with their own grandiosity to cover up their own feelings of shame, humiliation and inadequacy. Hence the belief in grandiose "Alphas," who are apparently supposed to be a combination of such juvenile fantasies as James Bond and Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Since none of these guys are "Alphas" they have to project all their own shame and humiliation onto "Betas" and the rest of those "inferiors." It's called scapegoating...and it's a form of human sacrifice.

You know - sacrificing to Moloch. To obtain safety and stability and to be "reborn" (sacrifice is always a fertility rite). And "self-esteem," which I define as the confidence that comes from being competent. Not pretending you're superior with pretty words like "Alpha." (I define an "Alpha" as being the best you can be - excellence in life, which is how the Greeks defined flourishing/well-being over 2500 years ago.)

In other words, the only way the concept of "Alpha" can exist is to project all "badness" onto the Betas, Gammas, Omegas. Hence the "superior Alpha sperm" and the "inferior" non-Alphas.

Projection is the first defense the mass of people engage in -"it's somebody else's fault!" - and with it always goes grandiosity, which is why every tribe in the world has called itself "the People" or "the Human Beings" or claimed God is on its side.

And when a certain class of men claim that the "true nature of women" is that they are conscienceless gold-digging sluts and whores who are so weak they have no ability to resist "Alphas"...what does that say about these men and their insecurity and feelings of humiliation and their attempts to compensate by degrading and devaluing women?

The whole scenario of "alphas" at the top (a priest class, apparently) with everyone below them inferior and disposable, fits the model of a primitive religion...and again, including its version of human sacrifice.

The easiest way to upset these pseudo-Master Race types is to mock them. The best defense against them is to make fun of them. It drives them insane, and all the can do is point-and-sputter and engage in ad hominem attacks.

Laughter will crumple their grandiosity every time.

"All models are wrong, but some are useful; the practical question is how wrong do they have to be to not be useful." - George E.P. Box