Saturday, September 22, 2018

Bad News on the Heels of the Good

It is easy sometimes to forget that there are real people behind the monikers we use as we would names. They go off and live their private lives coming and going on the blogs they frequent. But they eat and sleep and work just like we do, even if we forget that. They owe us nothing, and we cannot rightly say that we know them.

The night before last my sister gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The following morning I found out that Matt, better known as Zippy Catholic, was killed in a bicycling accident. It's surreal. I can't express to what degree his writing, and example, has effected me. Keep him and his family in your prayers tonight.

I am an uncle now, and will soon be a Godfather, for what little that means today. I hope that you keep that boy's wellbeing in mind when you pray tonight.


Wednesday, September 19, 2018

You Complete Me

I would say that the recent dearth of activity on this blog has been the cause of grief and suffering, or at least boredom. Fortunately, I have it on good authority that no one reads it, and so no harm could possibly be done.

I have been noticing a trend lately (through it has been going on for awhile) in magazines, you know the types that women especially read, that sell singleness. There is a huge emphasis on not needing a man. You'll noticed that it's always just men who are unneeded for none but the niche articles entertain the notion that a woman might need another woman. I suppose that should give us some hope. There are articles aimed at men telling us how they do not need women, but these are rare, and such comments are likelier to be found left by MGTOW commenters.

We wouldn't need to be told that we don't need another half unless the notion of incompleteness were somehow connected to singleness. Which it is, since uncoupled folks tend to be the most sterile, at least in effect. That desire, to "not need no man," is the desire to be emancipated from the bodily restrictions that prevent us from being whole in and of ourselves. To become a complete and perfect "human" rather than a man or woman*. The aim of these sorts of articles is to make people comfortable with that impulse.



* Consider how the multiculturalist performs the same function as it relates to nation/ethnicity. First expressed in the enlightenment interpretation of the cosmopolitan (literally citizen of the cosmos and thereby tied to no particular commune). Cosmopolitans can only be united by some abstraction having been emancipated from the territorial and cultural bonds:

The constitution of 1795, like its predecessors, has been drawn up for Man.  Now, there is no such thing in the world as Man.  In the course of my life, I have seen Frenchmen, Italians, Russians, etc.; I am even aware, thanks to Montesquieu, that one can be a Persian.  But, as for Man, I declare that I have never met him in my life.  If he exists, I certainly have no knowledge of him.

....This constitution is capable of being applied to all human communities from China to Geneva.  But a constitution which is made for all nations is made for none: it is a pure abstraction, a school exercise whose purpose is to exercise the mind in accordance with a hypothetical ideal, and which ought to be addressed to Man, in the imaginary places which he inhabits.... (De Maistre)

The idea of the "complete human" is ancient in origin. In Plato's Symposium, Aristophanes delivers a speech attempting to explain why men and women are so drawn to one another. Here's a short video to explain it if you are totally unfamiliar:

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Crime Itself As Unprincipled Exception

I've been iterating through the archives of the late Mr. Auster's View From the Right. It's been a trip I tell you, much of the commentary there is topical and not so interesting anymore. Really, it's depressing, thing's only seem to have gotten worse. Right now I'm going over the accounts of the George Zimmerman brouhaha. Not quite related to this post, but I should get to the damn point, eh?

For those new: "The unprincipled exception is a non-liberal value or assertion, not explicitly identified as non-liberal, that liberals use to escape the suicidal consequences of their own liberalism without questioning liberalism itself."

Sunday, August 26, 2018

On a Ligher Note.

Funny article speculating about the religions of famed comic book heroes here.

Highlight is Wolverine, a grumpy grump with a penchant for killing the women he loves.
He's the founder of the Church of England you know.

It's amazing what the comments devolved to.

[Edit, lol typos.]

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Why People Are Still Racist

Woah. Never would have expected to see an article like this on American Thinker.

Some highlights:

In 2015, the crime on BART trains was so bad that BART created an app where riders could document any chaos or violence or lawlessness, then automatically send it to BART.

After a year, the geniuses at the East Bay Express ascertained that black ridership on BART was about 11 percent, but complaints against black people made up about 70 percent of the info from the app.  It did not take long to figure out that the app was racist, and it was soon never heard from again.

Flash forward to less than a year ago: 50-70 black people rampaged through a BART station, beating and robbing a few white passengers – just the latest in a series of black mob violence at BART trains and stations.  Some fatal.  Most ignored.  All treated as a symptom of white racism.

It is not just Oakland.  Even as black people in Oakland were revving up their protests to remember Nia Wilson and protest this tsunami of fictitious white-on-black crime, black-on-white murder proceeded apace around the rest of the country the same way it always does: wildly out of proportion.

In Atlanta, a middle-aged white restaurant manager, Christian Broder, was visiting his home town for a wedding when a black person recently out of jail killed him.  The killer was supposed to be staying in a "diversion program" instead of finishing a sentence for violent crime.  But even after he was caught brandishing guns and drugs on social media with some of his bros before the murder, he was soon free again.  Free to kill Christian.

In Natchitoches, Louisiana, Felicia Marie-Nicole Smith, a black woman, is under arrest for kidnapping, murdering, then burning a six-month-old white child, Levi Cole Ellerbe.
So far, no protests.  Not even an angry Twitter stream.

MAJOR EDIT: I was wrong. There was an article like this some time ago here (bolding mine):

As has already been reported, Allen was a victim of a vicious racial attack last week in which two older black teens doused him with gasoline and set him alight, saying, "This is what you deserve.  You get what you deserve, white boy."  Not surprisingly, Coon has pulled her son out of East High and, concerned about further racial violence, intends to leave the K.C. area.

While this crime is making headlines, Coon states that it was merely the horrible culmination of continual racial harassment her son had to endure at East High.  Moreover, after conducting an investigation that included extensive interviews with parents and students, I've learned that Coon's son is not alone.  Other white students also report a pattern of racial harassment at the high school at the hands of their peers -- and, shockingly, their teachers.     

...Yet even putting the brutal fire attack aside, Melissa Coon's young boy by far got the worst of it.  The tow-headed Allen looks like "the classic all-American white boy," says his mother, and "after the first week [of school] he was nothing but racially harassed."  She says that "he was called every racial slur you can imagine," such as "honkey," "cracker," "whitey," and "guero" (a Spanish slang term for whites that can be used in a derogatory way).  He was, she reports, pushed into lockers and was jumped in the bathroom.  And even before the recent attack, he was sometimes menaced by groups that would follow him part of the way home.

Even more damning, though, is that multiple educators were complicit in the harassment.  Mrs. Coon related an incident in which a teacher she identifies as Ms. Carla Kinder called Allen "Casper" and then "got all the students to get involved."  Other times, the students would initiate the harassment, and the teachers would pick up the baton.  "They would tease him; people would make fun of him, and they'd chime in," said Coon.

Yes, as the Late Auster says:

“You seem oblivious to the common attitude in the black community that blacks should not respond to police and other authority figures who ask them questions, but should automatically resist them.”

A few more links from Amnation's A View From the Right:
http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/019694.html
http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/020118.html
http://www.amnation.com/vfr/archives/019843.html

I've got nothing really to say here. I guess I could slap the "I'm not racist" sticker on my shirt but these kinds of things make signaling hard to do. And yes, some of those articles are from 7+ years ago. And no, nothing has changed really.

Hopefully I'll have another story up by Monday.

Thursday, August 2, 2018

You Can't NOT Obey Somebody

Just some quick food for thought today*.

Consider the following.

“…disobeying authority is always sinful except when an order is given which is opposed to the laws of God and the Church.” - Pope Pius IX, Qui Pluribus, 1846

Yet the Church just is an authority we are obligated to obey, and God just is the supreme authority. So, to perform an immoral act is to disobey God. When a lower authority commands a subject to act immorally he really is arrogating to himself God's own authority, since, by definition, all immoral acts are against God's authority.
 
So, that whole quote can be accurately paraphrased as simply, "disobeying authority is always sinful." Well, that is assuming a healthy understanding of what authority is and isn't.

*Ima spend a sentence or two to bitch about the eleven(!) holes in my roof that have been leaking this rainy season. ELEVEN (luckily not on my bed). There. I feel better.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

The Chimes of Midnight: The Power of the Actor

I was browsing through some "great movie" list when I came across a film called "The Chimes At Midnight." Recently re-released by the Criterion Collection, it is called by a few Orwell's greatest film. It revolves around Sir John Falstaff, a character found mainly in the Henriad. It's important to note for you Shakespeare purists that this is not an adaptation of the Henry IV plays, though it draws most of its material therefrom. If interpreted in that light, it could be considered a failure though I don't think there's a single line not written by the bard. With that out of the way. Here is a trailer.


It is a landmark film, containing much of what you'd expect from Welles, and on a budget too. The battle scene is rightly famous, making a few dozen extras look like hundreds, and you can see how even recent film/tv rips from that scene. The use of lighting, such as every single scene with King Henry IV in it, is subtle yet hugely effective (The famed "Heavy the Head" speech in particular leaves goosebumps, in no small part thanks to John Gielgud's performance).

It does stumble in two ways. The first is that sometimes it seems like an accidental drama. That is, it seems like it's supposed to be funny, but isn't. I would compare it closest to many of the Marvel films in it's schizophrenic tone, but their's is a different problem. Second, the volume mixing is terrible (this might have been fixed in the re-release, but I don't know) with voices far to quiet to hear to be cut in with shouts to blow your eardrums. Much of the dialogue is too quickly delivered too. It makes it seem like these people might have really talked that way, but at the same time, I found myself skipping back to make sure I understood the lines.

All in all, I recommend it, but I'm not here to do a review.

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Short Update

I've decided to give each short story, except any that are really short, their own pages with tentative titles. I've not kept up with the whole "one a week" thing, nobody reads any of this shit, but it still bugs me that I've slacking. I have a draft finished up here and will be posting that soon.

Also was supposed to have an essay up here for the 4th, but I just don't think I'm qualified to write it; not if it's going to be any good.

I also have an open question to ask, but I'm heading out the door right now so I'll put that up in a bit (I might have asked something like it before, can't remember though).

That all being said, I can't manage to finish anything (There's only one scene left on one longer story [6k?] that I've had sitting there for months).

And a last minute Music Monday post, a charming little peice played in honor of Saint Efisio. It is played on an instrument with a timbre somewhere between a bagpipe and an aulos called the launeddas.


Different songs on the same instrument.