Wednesday 20 May 2020

The Ongoing Pussification of The American Superhero


“We’d spent many enjoyable hours in conversation, working out how to restore our beloved Superman to his pre-eminent place as The World’s First and Best Superhero. 

Following the lead of the Lois and Clark TV show, the comic-book Superman had, at long last, put A Ring on his long-suffering girlfriend’s finger and carried her across the threshold to holy matrimony after six decades of dodging The Issue — although it was Clark Kent whom Lois married in public, while Superman had to conceal his wedding band every time he switched from his sober suit and tie. 
 


This newly domesticated Superman was a somehow diminished figure
 

 All but sleepwalking through a sequence of increasingly contrived “event” story lines, which tried in vain to hit the heights of 
The Death of Superman
seven years previously. 

Superman Now was to be a reaction against this often overemotional and ineffectual Man of Steel, reuniting him with his mythic potential, his archetypal purpose, but there was one fix we couldn’t seem to wrap our collective imagination around: The Marriage. 

The Clark-Lois-Superman Triangle — 
“Clark loves Lois. 
Lois loves Superman. 
Superman loves Clark,”

 as Elliot S. Maggin put it in his intelligent, charming Superman novel Miracle Monday — seemed intrinsic to the appeal of the stories, but none of us wanted to simply undo the relationship using sorcery, or “Memory Wipes,” or any other of the hundreds of cheap and unlikely magic-wand plot devices we could have dredged up from the bottom of the barrel.”

- Grant Morrison,
SuperGods


“Here’s another horrifying example, an aspect of American culture, The Continued Pussification of The American Male in the form of 
Harley Davidson Theme Restaurants. 

What the fuck is going on here? 
Harley Davidson used to mean something. 

It stood for biker attitude; grimy outlaws in their sweaty mamas full of beer and crank, rolling around on Harleys, looking for a Good Time – Destroying Property, Raping Teenagers, and Killing Policemen… 
All very necessary activities by the way. 
 
 
"And I wonder, too, like how much of the antipathy towards. . . 

These are dark musings. And I would say, how much of the antipathy towards men that’s being generated by, say, college-age women is deep repugnance for the role that they’ve been designed, and a disappointment with the men. . . You know, you think of those. . . I can’t remember the culture. 

The basic marital routine was to ride into The Village and grab the bride and run away with her on a horse. 

It’s like the motorcycle gang member who rips the too-naive girl out of the bosom of her family

Paglia: Yeah, there used to be Bride Stealing. It was quite widespread. 

Peterson: Right, so I kind of wonder if part of the reason that modern university women aren’t so angry is because that fundamental Feminine Role is actually being denied to them. 

And they’re objecting to that at a really, really fundamental level. 

Like a level of Primitive Outrage.
 



“There's Two Things that the Postmodern NeoMarxists are full-scale assaulting :

One is Categorisation, because They believe that 
The Only Function of Categorisation is POWER.

The other is,
There's a War on Competence -

Because, if you admit that there are hierarchical structures that are predicated upon Competence, 
then you have to grapple with the issue of Competence, 
and you have to grapple with the issue of Valid Hierarchy.

If All Hierarchy is Power
and
All Power is Corrupt
and
All Corrupt Power is Tyranny

then, you can't admit to Competence.

But the downside is, there's a terrible price to be paid for that, because 
Every Value System Produces a Hierarchy.

So if you dispense with the hierarchy, 
You dispense with The Value Systems.



“The rise of the new feminism, the protest movements of ethnic, national and sexual minorities, the anti-institutional ecology struggles waged by marginalized layers of the population, the anti-nuclear movement, the atypical forms of social struggle in countries on the capitalist periphery — all these imply an extension of social conflictuality to a wide range of areas, which creates the potential, but no more than the potential, for an advance towards more free, democratic and egalitarian societies.”


The Point is that these new Groups of People could be Useful.

Douglas Murray,
The Madness of Crowds










[We finally find Peter lying on a mat and doing sit-ups. Ned is holding his legs in place for him.]

Ned:
Hey, can I be your 
Guy in The Chair?

Peter:
What?

Ned:
Yeah. You know how there’s 
A Guy With a Headset
Telling The Other Guy Where to Go?

[Peter’s face contorts into a weird expression. He is still doing sit-ups faster than any other student.]

Ned:
Like, like if you’re stuck in a burning building, I could tell you where to go. 

Because there’d be screens around me, and I could, you know, swivel around, and... 

‘Cause I could be your 
Guy in The Chair.

Peter:
Ned, 

I don’t need a Guy in The Chair.

Coach Wilson: 
Looking good, Parker.

[The teacher points at Peter as he passes the mat that Peter and Ned are working out on. Peter glances at him, then frowns and takes a huffing breath, trying to look as if the exercise is really taking a toll on him.]



“That’s another issue I want to bring up, because one of the things I cannot figure out is the alliance between the postmodernists and the neo-Marxists. 

I can’t understand the causal relationship.
 
Tell me if you disagree with this, okay, because I’m a psychologist, not a sociologist. 
 
So I’m dabbling in things that are outside of my field of expertise. And there is some danger in that.

But The Central Postmodernist Claim seems to me that because there’s a near infinite number of ways to interpret a complex set of phenomena - which actually happens to be the case - you can’t make a case that any of those modes of interpretation are canonical
 
And so, if they’re not canonical, and if that canonical element isn’t based in some kind of Reality, then it serves some Other Master.


And so The Master that it hypothetically serves for The Postmodernists is  
Nothing but Power
because that seems to be Everything That They Believe in. 


They Don’t Believe in Competence. 

They Don’t Believe in Authority. 

They Don’t seem to Believe in 
An Objective World
because everything is language-mediated. 

So it’s an extraordinarily cynical
perspective: that because there’s an infinite number of interpretations, none of them
are canonical


You can attribute everything to 
Power and Dominance.

Does that seem like a reasonable summary of the postmodern. . .


Paglia:
Yes, exactly. 
It’s a Radical Relativism.


Peterson:
Okay, it’s a Radical Relativism. 
Now, but The Strange Thing is, despite. . .


Okay, and so what goes along with that is the demolition of Grand Narratives. 

So that would be associated, for example, with the rejection of thinkers like Jung and Erich Neumann, because of course they’re foundational thinkers in relationship to the idea that there are embodied Grand Narratives. 

That’s never touched.

But then, despite the fact that the Grand Narrative is rejected, there’s a neo-Marxism that’s tightly, tightly allied with postmodernism that also seems to shade into this strange Identity Politics. 

And I don’t. . . Two things. 
I don’t understand 
the causal relationship there. 

The Skeptical Part of me thinks that Postmodernism was an
intellectual. . . 

It’s intellectual camouflage for the continuation of the kind of pathological Marxism that produced the Soviet Union, and has no independent existence as an intellectual field whatsoever


But I still can’t understand how The Postmodernists can make the “no grand narrative” claim, but then immerse themselves in this Grand Narrative without anyone pointing out the self-evident contradictions. 

I don’t understand that. 

So What Do You Think About That?



Gamora: 
What was that story you once told me about Zardu Hasselfrau?

Quill: 
Who?

Gamora: 
He owned a magic boat?

Quill: [long pause] 
David Hasselhoff....?

Gamora: 
Right.

Quill: 
Not a Magic Boat — 
A Talking CAR.

Gamora: 
Why did The Car talk again...?

Quill: 
To help him FIGHT •CRIME•, 
and to be •supportive•!

Gamora: 
As a child, you would carry his picture in your pocket… and you would tell all the other children… that he was your father, but that he was out of town.....

Quill: 
...shooting Knight Rider or touring with his band in Germany. 

I told you that when I was drunk. 

Why are you bringing that up now?

Gamora: 
I •love• that story.

Quill: 
I •hate• that story. It’s so •sad•...!

As a kid, I used to see all the other kids off playing catch with their dad. 

And I wanted that, more than anything in The World!

Gamora: 
That’s my point, Peter. 
What if this man is your Hasselhoff? 

If he ends up being Evil… 
We will just kill him.




TRUMPISM






“It’s a Strategy of Power that keeps any opposition constantly confused — a ceaseless shapeshifting, which is unstoppable, because it is indefinable.”




You imagine this halfwit “Mike”, this non-entity’s hate matches mine?

You presume I have no creed?

My creed is LUTHOR.




BRIEFING
To understand Trump, an AI bot had to be de-programmed from using English grammar. It uses 11 million words from Trump's remarks to tell when he's angry or lying
JAKE LAHUT
MAY 8, 2020, 11:30 PM

Trump’s stress levels are monitored by the bot, and even his skin tone has been considered — were it not for a lack of quality footage.

President Donald Trump’s unique speaking style – particularly his penchant to go on never ending tangents – crashed an AI robot trained to recognise patterns in speech.

A Virginia man worked with a scientist with a PhD in machine punctuation to deprogram the bot from using correct English syntax and grammar, instead programming it to understand Trump, according to a Los Angeles Times profile.

Margaret, named after the meticulous West Wing character, has since evolved into a sophisticated AI system that catalogues all of Trump’s speeches and tweets, using more than 11 million of the president’s words since 1976 to understand and predict his speech patterns.

Amazon uses the bot to help with Trump queries on its Alexa devices, and Margaret can even run analyses on whether Trump is angry or lying based on his tone of voice, pace of speech and gestures.

Margaret has found he’s less stressful when lying, and stops gesturing when he gets mad.


Whenever it seems like it’s too hard to keep track of everything President Donald Trump is saying, now there’s a bot for that.

Margaret, named after the meticulous West Wing character, catalogues all of Trump’s spoken words, tweets and other utterances to compile in its database – more than 11 million of the president’s words dating back to 1976.

A new Los Angeles Times profile of its creator, Bill Frischling, traces the history of the bot, which is used by Amazon for help with Trump-related queries on its Alexa devices.

The AI network is also available online for users to search through.

The bot can predict whether Trump is lying, if he’s mad, and how stressed he is whenever speaking on camera.

In Frischling’s telling, he faced unique challenges getting Margaret to figure out what, exactly, Trump was saying – much less whether he was telling the truth.

“It was still trying to punctuate it like it was English, versus trying to punctuate it like it was Trump,” Frischling told the LA Times.

One passage of a Trump speech was such a tangled mess of never ending tangents and clauses that the bot crashed.

Frischling, a 48-year-old self-taught coder from Great Falls, Va., brought in a scientist with a PhD in machine punctuation to help him out.

They ended up deprogramming Margaret from relying on correct English syntax and grammar, instead focusing on how to uniquely understand Trump.

“Every word he says makes Margaret smarter and allows her to make more subtle distinctions,” Frischling said.

By monitoring Trump’s stress levels and gestures on camera, Margaret compares his statements to independent fact checks to determine whether he’s lying.

Frischling noted that unlike most people, Trump is less stressed when lying.

Studying these kind of tells is increasingly of interest in the AI community, according to Frischling, especially when it comes to world leaders. Frischling added that he also studies members of Congress using the same technology, and shares the findings with private clients.

Trump speaks at 220 words per-minute when he’s not reading off a teleprompter, which is close to double the national average for Americans speaking extemporaneously. But he slows down on the prompter to around 111 words per minute.

Unlike most members of Congress, Trump addresses so many topics at once that it’s harder to tell when he may change a policy position or forecast other shifts, according to Frischling.

And when Trump gets mad, he simply stops gesturing.

“When he stops making gestures, that’s the – watch out,” Frischling said. “Whatever’s about to happen, hang on to your tush.”

Tuesday 19 May 2020

Bill Gates and the Population Control Grid





TRANSCRIPT AND SOURCES: https://www.corbettreport.com/gates 

The takeover of public health that we have documented in How Bill Gates Monopolized Global Health and the remarkably brazen push to vaccinate everyone on the planet that we have documented in Bill Gates' Plan to Vaccinate the World was not, at base, about money. 


The unimaginable wealth that Gates has accrued is now being used to purchase something much more useful: CONTROL.

Control not just of the global health bodies that can coordinate a worldwide vaccination program, or the governments that will mandate such an unprecedented campaign, but control over the global population itself.

DARK WINTER























 Welcome back to New World Next Week — the video series from Corbett Report and Media Monarchy that covers some of the most important developments in open source intelligence news. This week: 

 Story #1: Ousted Whistleblower Warns of “Darkest Winter In Modern History” https://bit.ly/2WWltgD 

 Ousted Vaccine Chief Bright to Warn “Window of Opportunity Is Closing" for Virus Response https://bit.ly/2yKQ0Gv 

 PDF: “Scientific Integrity in the COVID-19 
Response - Statement of Rick Bright, Ph.D” 
https://bit.ly/2WVKHvI 

Colleagues Paint Mixed Picture of Ousted Vaccine Chief 
https://politi.co/2LnHNL1 

 ’Dead Zone’ TV Episode 'Plague' From 2003: Coronavirus From China, Chloroquine As Treatment https://bit.ly/3fMoHMr 


“Operation Dark Winter” Videos (Jun. 22-23, 2001) 
https://bit.ly/2T5aWPd 

 Story #2: Bars, Restaurants Allowed To Reopen If They Agree To Snitch On Customers 
https://bit.ly/2YYXksE 

Washington State Restaurants Will Have to Keep Log of Customers to Aid in Contact Tracing 
https://bit.ly/2T2CLI1 

Kansas County Orders Businesses to Track Customers; Lawsuit Calls That Unconstitutional https://bit.ly/3bvGBzy 

Tesla’s Elon Musk Defies Government Orders in an Act of Economic Civil Disobedience 
https://bit.ly/2WsuyyX  

Opposing Lockdown Is NOT “Profits Before People” 
https://bit.ly/2T2FHnY 

Story #3: The Age Of ‘Rona Has ’Black Mirror’ Creator Writing Comedies Instead 

 BBC Two Confirms Charlie Brooker’s ‘Antiviral Wipe’ 
https://bit.ly/2WUqwhJ 

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Wednesday 13 May 2020

Scottish Drunken Storytelling




This is The Story of watching a man dying
The subject's unpopular
But I don't feel like lying
When I think of it now I acted like a sinner
I just washed my hands
And I went for my dinner

That's it, you washed your hands and you walked off?
Yeah

It's over and done with, it's over and done with
It's over and done with, it's over and done with
It's over and done with, it's over, it's over
It's over and done with, yeah, yeah

It's over, it's over, it's over and done with
It's over, it's over, it's over and done with
It's over, it's over...

Don’t Move My Stuff





ODO: 
Quark! 

QUARK: 
What can I do for you, Constable? 

ODO: 
Dax. Where is she? 

QUARK: 
She's not here. 
Is there anything else I can do for you? 

ODO: 
You find all this very funny, don't you? 
You and Dax probably planned it together. 

QUARK: 
Planned what? 

ODO: 
Moving my furniture. 

QUARK: 
Is that what this is all about? 
Someone moved your furniture?

ODO: 
Not someone. Commander Dax. 

It's the FOURTH time she's done it this past year. 

She BREAKS into my quarters while I'm regenerating, and MOVES all my furniture out of alignment. 

Shifts one piece three centimetres to the left, the next four centimetres to the right. 

Not •one• object in my quarters is where it's supposed to be. 

QUARK: 
And is that a bad thing? 

ODO: 
Everything I own is carefully and painstakingly arranged. 

Dax KNOWS this, and yet she takes a perverse delight in throwing my quarters into CHAOS. 

QUARK: 
I'd hardly call three centimetres “chaos”. 

ODO: 
Maybe you wouldn't, but I do. 

You humanoids are all alike. You have no sense of ORDER. 

And Dax is the most humanoid person I know. 

SISKO [OC]: 
Sisko to Constable Odo. 

The Test




The thought of being locked in the one shape all the time. (shudders) It's unnatural. 

You solids. You are so impatient. I thought we could sit here for a while, maybe go to a bar, have a pint, throw some darts. 

Let me ask you a question. How many changelings do you think are here on Earth right at this moment? 


What if I were to tell you that there are only four on this entire planet. Not counting Constable Odo of course. 

Think of it. Just four of us, and look at the havoc we've wrought. 


Four is more than enough. 
We're smarter than solids. 
We're better than you. 

And most importantly, we do not fear you the way you fear us. 
In the end, it's your fear that will destroy you. 



If what you say is true, if the power outage was part of Leyton's plan, then it's worked perfectly. 

Right now the public overwhelmingly supports the increased security. 

If I tried to remove those troops over Leyton's objections, I'll have a planetwide riot on my hands. 


SISKO: 
Listen to me — 
You HAVE got to take The Test. 

JOSEPH: 
Why should I? 
If I were an enemy spy looking to replace someone, I think I could come up with better choices than an old chef. 

SISKO:
 Yeah, you're probably right. 
But this isn't •about• you. 

We've got civilian families living on starships and Starfleet installations all over the Federation. 

The •only• way we can secure those facilities is to test •everyone• there, whether they wear a uniform or not. 

JOSEPH: 
I'm not living on a Starfleet installation. 

SISKO: 
Dad, if we're going to test the family members of one Starfleet officer, we must to test them •all•.

JOSEPH: 
You may want to test everyone, but that doesn't mean we all have to cooperate

I didn't take an oath to Starfleet. 

Neither did Jake or your sister or anyone in your family. 

We have rights, Ben, including the right to be as stubborn or thickheaded as we want. 

SISKO: 
Damn it, Dad. Can't you cooperate just one time? 

You don't take your medication, you don't go to the doctor, you won't let Judith help you in the restaurant. 

Just one time, please do what you're asked. 

JOSEPH: 
I wish I could, but what you're asking me to do is wrong. 

You can't go around making people prove they are who they say they are. 

That's no way to live and I'm not going to go along with it. 

Now, if you want to make yourself useful, start some water boiling for the shrimp. 

SISKO: 
Come on, Dad. Don't be this way. 
If I have to, I will get a warrant —
 
JOSEPH: 
And what? Hold me down and force me to give you my blood? 
Because that's the only way you'll get. 

Damn it. Now look what I've done. 

(Joseph has cut his finger with his chopping knife. He puts it under the tap as Sisko stares at the blood left on the knife.) 

JOSEPH: 
Jake? 

JAKE: 
Yeah? 
JOSEPH: 
I've got a dermal regenerator under the —

Benjamin Lafayette Sisko. 

What the hell has gotten into your head? 

You actually thought I was one of them, didn't you? 

SISKO: 
I don't know. 
I wasn't sure. 

JOSEPH: 
This business has got you so twisted around you can't think straight. 

You're seeing shape-shifters everywhere. 

Maybe you ought to think about something for a minute. 

If I was a smart shape-shifter, a really good one, the first thing I would do would be to grab some poor soul off the street, absorb every ounce of his blood, and let it out on cue whenever someone like you tried to test me. 

Don't you see? 
There isn't a test that's been created a smart man can't find his way around. 

You aren't going to catch shape-shifters using some gadget. 

The only thing you can count on in this life is  —

(Joseph gasps in pain.) 



[Sisko's restaurant]

(Joseph's having his regular security blood test done by a young blonde.) 

JOSEPH: 
What did I tell you? 
As human as I ever was. 

(Joseph goes off to the patio area where Sisko is having his meal.) 

SISKO: 
You seem pretty jovial today. 

JOSEPH: 
Is there a problem with that? 

SISKO: 
It's just, well, you didn't seem too happy about being tested a few days ago.

JOSEPH: 
That was before the changelings sabotaged the power grid. 

SISKO: 
I know, but you have to admit you were pretty adamant about it. 

JOSEPH: 
I don't understand you. 

When I didn't want to be tested, you made it an issue. 

Now that I'm cooperating, you're still not satisfied. 


SISKO: 
It's not you, Dad. 

JOSEPH: 
Then what is it? 

SISKO: 
I'm Not Sure. Maybe I'm just being paranoid

Tuesday 12 May 2020

Sex as Entertainment











“You know, I’ve thought for a while that we’re living in the delusional fantasy of a naive thirteen year old girl. 

That basically sums up our culture.” 

— Peterson









SPOCK: 
I have successfully penetrated the next chamber of the alien's Interior, and I am witnessing some sort of dimensional image which I believe to be a representation of V'Ger's home planet. I am passing through a connecting tunnel. Apparently a kind of plasma-energy conduit. Possibly a field coil for gigantic imaging systems. Curious. I am seeing images of planets, moons, stars, whole galaxies all stored in here, recorded. It could be a record of V'Ger's entire journey. But who, or what, are we dealing with? The Epsilon Nine station, stored here with every detail. 

Captain, I am now quite convinced that all of this is V'Ger. 
That we are inside a living machine. 

Ilia. 
The sensor ...must contain some special meaning. 


I must try to mind-meld with it. 





Aaaaarhh!!!!







[Enterprise sickbay]

CHAPEL: 
Now scanning pons area. 
Spinal nerve fiber connection.

McCOY: 
Indications of some neurological trauma. 

The power pouring through that mind-meld must have been staggering.

SPOCK: 
Jim, ...I should have known.
KIRK: 
Were you right? 
About V'Ger?

SPOCK: 
A lifeform of its own, a conscious, living entity.

CHAPEL (OC): 
A living machine?

KIRK: 
It considers the Enterprise a living machine. 
That's why the probe refers it as an entity.

SPOCK: 
I saw V'Ger's planet, a planet populated by living machines. 
Unbelievable technology. 
V'Ger has knowledge that spans this universe. 

And, yet with all this pure logic, ...V'Ger is barren, cold, no mystery, no beauty. I should have known.

KIRK: 
Known? Known what? 
...Spock, what should you have known?

SPOCK: 
This simple feeling ...is beyond V'Ger's comprehension. 
No meaning, ...no hope, ...and, Jim, no answers. 

It's asking questions. 
‘Is this ...all I am? 
Is there nothing more?'


KIRK: 
Spock. ...Spock?

(as Spock turns Kirk and McCoy see that he is crying)

KIRK: 
Not for us?

SPOCK: 
No, Captain, not for us, ...for V'Ger. ...I weep for V'Ger, as I would for a brother. 
As I was when I came aboard, so is V'Ger now, empty, incomplete, ...searching. 
Logic and knowledge are not enough.


McCOY: 
Spock, are you saying that you've found, what you needed, but V'Ger hasn't?

DECKER: 
What would V'Ger need to fulfil itself?

SPOCK: 
Each of us, at some time in our life, turns to someone, a father, a brother, a god and asks 
‘Why am I here?' 
'What was I meant to be?' 
V'Ger hopes to touch its Creator to find its answers.

KIRK: 
'Is this all that I am?
 Is there nothing more?'

Monday 11 May 2020

Dirty-Up Your Room, Bucko!

The FIRST THING THAT YOU DO :  



Fix The Things That Announce Themselves as In-Need of Repair.




JUST FOCUS ONLY ON THE PROBLEM THAT IS IN FRONT OF YOU.

The Hunger Strike centred on five demands : 

1. The Right not to wear a prison uniform; 

2. The Right not to do prison work; 
3. The Right of free association with other prisoners, and to organise educational and recreational pursuits; 
4. The Right to one visit, one letter, and one parcel per week; 
5. Full restoration of remission lost through the protest. 

 The significance of The Hunger Strike was The Prisoners' aim of being considered Political Prisoners as opposed to Criminals.












Operation Demetrius was a British Army operation in Northern Ireland on 9–10 August 1971, during the Troubles. It involved the mass arrest and internment (imprisonment without trial) of 342 people suspected of being involved with the Irish Republican Army (IRA), which was waging an armed campaign for a united Ireland against the British state. It was proposed by the Northern Ireland Government and approved by the British Government. Armed soldiers launched dawn raids throughout Northern Ireland, sparking four days of violence in which 20 civilians, two IRA members and two British soldiers were killed. All of those arrested were Irish nationalists, the vast majority of them Catholic. Due to faulty intelligence, many had no links with the IRA. Ulster loyalist paramilitaries were also carrying out acts of violence, which were mainly directed against Catholics and Irish nationalists, but no loyalists were included in the sweep.


The introduction of internment, the way the arrests were carried out, and the abuse of those arrested, led to mass protests and a sharp increase in violence. Amid the violence, about 7,000 people fled or were forced out of their homes. The interrogation techniques used on some of the internees were described by the European Commission of Human Rights in 1976 as torture, but the superior court, the European Court of Human Rights (ECHR), ruled on appeal in 1978 that while the techniques were “inhuman and degrading”, they did not, in this instance, constitute torture.2 It was later revealed that the British government had withheld information from the ECHR and that the policy had been authorized by British government ministers.3 In light of the new evidence in December 2014, the Irish government asked the ECHR to revise its 1978 judgement. The ECHR declined the request in 2018.

The policy of internment lasted until December 1975 and during that time 1,981 people were interned; 1,874 were Nationalist, while 107 were Loyalist. The first Loyalist internees were detained in February 1973.




A Message from Uncle Luke

Luke Skywalker is The Ultimate Uncle

Shh. You have hibernation sickness.

Sunday 10 May 2020

Paglia & Faludi on Donahue (1992)

HOWARD

The Death of The Legal Person : Howard Hughes,
Houston Billionaire




The Corona Shutdown is Unsustainable: Bjorn Lomborg on the Ben Shapiro Show


In order to keep deaths from COVID-19 low, we might have to maintain social restrictions for most of what could be a two-year wait before vaccinations are hopefully available. 

However, the shutdown policies we are seeing implemented in many countries around the world now are not sustainable long-term, as they have devastating effects on the economy while not protecting us from a huge secondary wave of corona later. 

Therefore, we need to map a middle course that both saves most lives and avoids a catastrophic recession. 

 Copenhagen Consensus director Bjorn Lomborg was a guest on the Ben Shapiro Show on April 14, 2020. 

Teilhard de Chardin

Fr continues his series with the Trumpets of The Apocalypse. 
 Fr talks of heretical priests & the second Vatican Council. 

 For more please visit https://www.veritascaritas.com/ & remember to say 3 Hail Marys for the priest ***Donations to Sensus Fidelium is 501(c)3 tax deductible***

The Brown Scapular Habit of Our Lady

The Purpose of Suffering

Friday 8 May 2020

Bill Hicks Was Shot By A Quiet Loner With A Wife And Family


Kennedy -- I love talking about the Kennedy assassination because to me it’s a great example of, er, a totalitarian government’s ability to, you know, manage information and thus keep us in the dark any way they… 

Oh sorry wrong meeting… 

Ah shit. That’s the meeting we’re having tomorrow at the docks. [winks]

GLASS



"He works with stereotypes - you can see that in 'The Middle-Aged White Man'....

This is present in so many of his fake stories.

The ability to put these stories over on, not only editors, but readers depended on cliché and stereotype, knowing in a way that he was providing people with something.... 

Not exactly What They Wanted to Hear
but That [Which] They Were 
Well-prepared to Hear."











On Nov 6, 2013, the Supreme Court of California heard arguments in a case that questioned the inadmissibility to the State Bar based on an applicant's moral character. On Jan 27, 2014, the Court filed its opinion denying Stephen Glass access to the State Bar.




"I didn't have access to the Inner Lives of Other People...."


Well, that's certainly the understatement of the decade.....

There is No Female Mozart Because There is No Female Jack The Ripper

Feminism: in conversation with Camille Paglia 

"It's not just that we've been wrapping them in cotton wool, it's that they don't know anything - and are not ever likely to." 


 There is No Female Mozart Because There is No Female Jack The Ripper



How Can Safety Be Oppressive....?



The Mommy Problem :


When voters want a National Daddy, someone to be tough and strong and defend The Country, they vote Republican


When they want a Mommy, someone to give them jobs, health care, the policy equivalent of motzah ball soup, they vote Democratic.










Edgar Friendly: 
You got ball balls, cop, coming down here after the show you put on. 

Lenina Huxley: 
We're looking for a murder-death-killer. 
Can you help, or just bully us with your primitive weapons? 

[Friendly then raises his twin barrelled pistol and fires it to show it's not primitive] 

Lenina Huxley: 
Oh, maybe they're not so primitive. 

Edgar Friendly: 
So, you think you're taking me in, huh? 
Guess what, not happening. 
You tell Cocteau he can kiss my ass. Yeah, that's right, you tell Cocteau it's gonna take an army of assholes to get rid of me 'cause I don't give a shit, I've got nothing to lose. 

John Spartan: I don't wanna rain on your parade, pal. But, I don't know who the hell you are, let alone wanna take you anywhere. So stay here, be well and Cocteau's an asshole! 
[In anger, he slaps a scrap's weapon to the side] 
Wasteland Scrap: Let's stake them and dump them up top, they're only down here to spy on us. 
John Spartan: Wait a minute, you're the guy outside Taco Bell. 
Edgar Friendly: Yeah. What do you want? 
John Spartan: I guess you weren't part of the Cocteau Plan. 
Edgar Friendly: Greed, deception, abuse of power? That's no plan. 
John Spartan: And that's why everybody's down here? 
Edgar Friendly: You got that right. See, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy. Cause I like to think, I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind if guy who wants to sit in a greasy spoon and think, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I want high cholesterol. I want to eat bacon, butter and buckets of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in a non-smoking section. I wanna run through the streets naked with green Jello all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to. Okay, pal? I've seen the future, you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sittin' around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake singing "I'm an Oscar-Meyer Wiener". You wanna live on top, you gotta live Cocteau's way. What he wants, when he wants, how he wants. Your other choice: come down here, maybe starve to death. 
John Spartan: All right, then why don't you take charge and lead these people out of here? 
Edgar Friendly: I'm no leader. I do what I have to do. Sometimes, people come with me. All I want to do is bury Cocteau up to his neck in shit and let him think happy-happy thoughts forever. 
John Spartan: Then I got bad news: I think he wants to kill you. 
[Freindly gives him a blank look]