‘Are We Encouraging Insanity?’ REPRINT

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From April 19, 2019

 

R.J. Rushdoony was asking this question in the 1980s and 90s, before we had anything like “transgender” to contend with–to say nothing of “world is gonna end!” climate change, or a “Green New Deal.”

https://chalcedon.edu/resources/videos/are-we-encouraging-insanity-our-threatened-freedom

This essay can be found in a collection, Our Threatened Freedom, published in 2015 and featuring some nooze gems that will tax your power to believe it. Like the four or five full-time agents assigned to bust a little boy who was selling fishing worms without a license. I helped edit the book, and wrote the cover blurb, so I take an interest in it.

Meanwhile, I think the answer to Rushdoony’s question is, “You bet we are–and you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Self-Education via Pop Music: Foolishness 101 REPRINT

 

From June 13, 2017

One of the ways we continually educate ourselves is by consuming pop culture. And just so you don’t think this present time has a lock on truly ridiculous ideas expressed in music, dig this award-winning turkey from 1962, sung by Jack Jones: Lollipops and Roses.

Do you believe these lyrics? “Make it her birthday each day of the week…” On Dec. 31 she’ll be 365 years old. But even more preposterous, “One day she’ll smile, next day she’ll cry,/ Minute to minute, you’ll never know why…” Sounds like she’s more than ready for the rubber room. Can you imagine living with somebody like that?

So much of our music, our movies and TV, our books, teach us an awful lot of pazoo about how we ought to relate to one another. Do you really think nobody actually picks up on this teaching? No one’s influenced by it? Well, bunkie, there’s a whole advertising industry that’s betting that you’re wrong. And a whole public education industry, too, for that matter.

The only reason nobody gets a degree in Being a Dope is that nobody needs one.

Kooky Kolumnist: America Needs a King REPRINT

From January 13, 2014

Were columns written for national consumption always chock-full of nutty ideas?

Writing for “Politico” on Jan. 2 ( http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/01/america-needs-a-king-101691_Page2.html#.UtQcqLSowS4 ), Michael Auslin said, “To save what is left of our common fellow feeling as Americans, we need to create a position above the presidency… [L]et’s call this new national symbol our First Citizen.”

He doesn’t really mean he wants a monarchy, despite the wording of the headline. What he wants is someone to serve as “a non-partisan, non-political national symbol.” We need this because, at any given time, at least half the people hate the president like the plague, Congress has a 6% approval rating, and the Supreme Court isn’t winning any popularity contests, either. This “national symbol” would be there for everyone to love, like Mickey Mouse, only real.

He hasn’t thought this out. How would we choose our First Citizen? And since liberals hate anybody who is not a liberal, and anybody who is a liberal is bound to be hated by conservatives, don’t we wind up exactly where we started from? Only now we’d have two hated and despised big chiefs, instead of one. We would also now have two costly, vitriol-laden national elections, instead of one.

Well, what can you expect from a columnist who gives you a list of corrupt, blatant liars in the White House, and somehow forgets Bill Clinton?

The fact that Americans, by and large, hate, disrespect, mistrust, and make fun of corrupt and dysfunctional national institutions (like Congress, the press, the court system, etc.) and the corrupt, dysfunctional bastards who run the show, demonstrates that the nation has not quite lost its taste for better things. Most of our presidents since Eisenhower deserved to be hated! And so on.

I shudder to imagine an America that’s satisfied with what we’ve got today.

‘The Learning Channel,’ Culture Killer REPRINT

From July 20, 2015

You didn’t really think I’d post a picture of some “transgender teen” up here, did you? Here is a monarch butterfly instead–in total contrast to the grotesque content of this post, for which I apologize in advance.

I suppose we can’t expect much from a cable TV channel that airs Say Yes to the Dress. But really–when you take ideas and practices that the whole human race has emphatically rejected for untold thousands of years, and suddenly try to make them the groundwork of your morality… well, you wind up with something like TLC’s All That Jazz: a “documentary series following the life of transgender teenager, Jazz Jennings, as she [sic: every cell in this person’s body continues to be male] balances school, family [note that school comes first] and her [sic] social life” ( http://www.locatetv.com/tv/i-am-jazz/season-1/9260065 ).

In this week’s episode, “Worried about keeping puberty at bay, Jazz and her [sic] mother visit the doctor to discuss her [sic] hormone test results.” Did your mother ever worry about keeping your puberty at bay?

As Jazz himself explains, “I was assigned male at birth {what? what kind of talk is this?] but happily live as a girl!”

I shouldn’t have to be the one to say this: but there is something evil and twisted going on in that family, and to celebrate it on TV, and pretend it’s good and praiseworthy, is more evil and twisted still.

Possibly some of this is just the age-old nooze media fascination with anything outlandish and bizarre. Dog bites man, so what? Man bites dog, it’s news.  But the man-bites-dog stories always go away in a few days, while this transgender stuff, already rancid, just keeps getting heaped higher and higher. Our popular culture is coming to resemble a Superfund site.

At the root of this is rebellion against God and the perverse desire to proclaim oneself as God. “Assign me male at birth–oh, yeah? Well, I’m gonna make myself a girl–so there!” Or as Satan put it to Eve, “Ye shall be as gods” (Genesis 3:5).

And in this case, it’s all crap, to boot. If you are male, every cell in your body has a Y-chromosome. No matter how you have yourself mutilated surgically, no matter how much you have yourself shot full of drugs and hormones, you’ve still got several million Y-chromosomes. You are still male.

Learn to live with it… if your demonically inspired parents give you a chance.

The Logic of Identity Politics REPRINT

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From May 23, 2017

Nothing floats liberalism like identity politics. Nobody’s an individual: we are significant only in terms of our membership in an identifiable group. If we want to prosper, we must arrange to be included in a group identified as victims. Then we are entitled to other people’s stuff.

Anyhow, here’s how identity politics works. See if you can follow the simple logic in this example:

*Amelia Earhart was a woman.

*Amelia Earhart was an aviation pioneer.

*I, Reesha Plopkin, am a woman.

*Therefore I, Reesha Plopkin, am an aviation pioneer.

In Lesson Two, we shall see that all Ms. Plopkin has to do is self-identify as a jet pilot–and that makes her one. Hand her the keys to the jump jet!

Sloshing Through the Theme Park REPRINT

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From November 8, 2023

Obviously we need to replace the dog’s image with a human’s.

It looks like public defecation is really catching on!

First it was homeless people in our great Democrat cities. Now it’s people waiting in line for rides at Disneyland and Disneyworld (https://www.breitbart.com/entertainment/2023/11/07/report-people-defecating-in-line-on-disney-theme-parks/). Employees say it’s been going on for years now.

The wait time is pretty long for some of those rides (get a life!), an hour and up. Well, if you’re going to one of those parks anytime soon, better bring a pair of galoshes.

Apparently taking a dump in public has become okay. Like shoplifting. Somehow it’s Social Justice to crap on the sidewalk and steal stuff. Thank you, public education. Thank you, Hollywood. Thank you, churches of what’s-happenin’-now. Turned our culture into a spittoon, haven’t you?

Oh! And thank you, Disney! The biggest culture-killers in the country.

The Year Civilization Collapsed REPRINT

From July 27, 2014

We watched a lecture yesterday entitled, “1177 B.C.: The Year Civilization Collapsed.” It’s a good thing they included the date in the title, or I would have assumed it was talking about 2014.

Even so, how do you collapse civilization without Obama, Hillary Clinton, John Kerry, Harry Reid and the other idiots and villains who are so busy collapsing ours?

Well, to bring about the end of the Bronze Age, they had droughts, famine, repeating earthquakes, and whole nations of aliens pouring in, taking everything they could and burning everything they couldn’t take. And that was the end of the ballgame for the Hittites, Mycenaeans, Cyprus, Ugarit, and several other Mediterranean civilizations. Egypt survived with incurable wounds. Assyria was flattened, but came back strong.

Point is, it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t have any SUVs or air conditioning or light bulbs to cause *Climate Change* and wreck their civilizations because they didn’t pay a carbon tax. They were destroyed by droughts, famine, earthquakes, and barbarian invasions on a mighty scale. That’s how civilization was able to collapse without Democrats.

They didn’t have culture big-shots preaching sodomy and sex-change operations, high officials encouraging the aliens to flood across the border, created wealth being instantly destroyed by wacko public policies, police on the lookout for bake sales while street gangs have a field day, the US attorney general urging state attorneys general not to enforce their states’ laws, reality TV, Democrat delegates booing God at their national convention, and whole church denominations embracing evil heresies.

Nope–they had to be destroyed by prosaic causes like war and natural disaster. They couldn’t help it.

But what excuse will our age offer history?

I Stuck My Toe in the Toxic Pool of Pop Culture

This afternoon, I decided to catch up and do a “what ever happened to” search about some of the confused characters that were featured–no, more like inescapable–a few years back.

Jazz Jennings:  a highly confused little boy, whose mother, in her infinite wisdom, decided not to discourage her child in this sexual identity thing, but instead chose to go full-bore down the road of fostering and encouraging the delusion.  This started when he was a toddler.  That meant puberty blockers and “sex reassignment surgery”.  I could describe that, but I won’t.  It would do credit to the Spanish Inquisition.  Jazz  claims to be  now very happy, because “she” just lost over a hundred pounds (due to a binge eating problem).  Also, Jazz says there is no boyfriend because right now the main focus will be on “herself”.

Chaz Bono: This individual is Cher’s daughter (Chastity), who waited until the age of 40 before starting the mutilation process. She has done the whole spectrum (another group of surgeries which I will not describe.)  Breast amputation is only the start–and believe me it gets a lot worse.

Suddenly, I realized over an hour had gone by.

I didn’t want to do any more.

If it wasn’t the dead of winter and I couldn’t move my car, I would have liked a nice long swim in some very, very clean water.

Anyone who says our popular culture is not toxic is just plain crazy.

Byron’s TV Listings REPRINT

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From April 3, 2021

G’day! Coming to you from somewhere on Rottnest Island, another weekend of spectacular TV! Just don’t ask us where we get it…

10:23 P.M.  Ch. 22  NEWS with The Three Stooges

Moe, Larry, and Curly deliver news, weather, pokes in the eye, and nyuk-nyuk-nyuks. Special guest: Bertrand Russell

10:30 P.M.  Ch. 31  ROUTE 216–Picaresque Cautionary Tale

Buzz and Fuzz finally manage to push their ancient Corvette past the 25-mph mark–and break into a parallel universe where socialism really works–for gigantic man-sized insects with a thirst for blood and fritters. Buzz: Pinky Lee   Fuzz: Bruno Sammartino  Big Bug: Prince Charles

27   Movie–Philosophical Reflections

“Momma Was a Crackerball!” (1997) The incredibly aged Bowery Boys have only two days to pull off a heist at Louie’s Soda Shop before a Bela Lugosi look-alike comes to collect their souls. Leo Gorcy, Huntz Hall. Lugosi Look-Alike: Dick Cavett. Old Man: Al Jolson.

18  SURVIVAL BOWLING

Can the celebrity contestants knock all the pins over before they release a noxious gas? Tonight’s guest bowlers: Sylvester Stallone, Bruce Willis, Una O’Connor, Dr. Joyce Brothers. Host: Tim McCarver. With Al Gore and his orchestra.

10:36 P.M.  Ch 44   OUR MISS FANGS–Situation Comedy

Wally Jumblatt (Soupy Sales) and his friends at Foogoo County Night School have to pass Miss Pikestaff’s course in Transylvanian Literature while avoiding her fangs–for this teacher is a vampire! Miss Pikestaff: Anne Blyth.  Pencilhead: Robert Young. Mr. Shotglass, the Principle: a medium-sized pumpkin.

Well, that’s that! We hope we have livened up your weekend.