August 2, 2012 - July 26, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
An Olympic Game
Hindus are smarter than you think.
The one on the left saved his
humans by killing a coral snake. Next stop: London Olympics 2012.
. You all know that I'm something of a dabbler in scripture.
One of my favorites is the ancient Hindu text, "The
Dhaabadhaabadhoorata," which is all about karma and reincarnation. The
literal translation of the title is "Shortcuts." Why I like it so much.
Mostly Hindus aren't big on shortcuts. They tend to take the long view.
But the Dhaabadhaabadhoorata is sort of the chutes and ladders version
of the whole reincarnation thing. Which, if you look at it, makes quite
a bit of sense.
The animals who have the best chance of becoming human the next time
around are the animals who spend the most time around humans, namely
dogs, cats, hamsters, and to a lesser extent horses. Turns out that the
fastest route to humanity is
for hero Golden Retrievers. When they
die, they are fast-tracked to become big dumb swimmers. Pretty much the
same deal for hero Black Labs, thus explaining Missy Franklin
Actually, that's a template. Dogs (and cats, etc) on the path to
humanity almost always incarnate as great athletes, since dogs are so
much more physically adept than we are. It eases the transition. If a
Sheltie were suddenly to become Albert Einstein, all hell could break
loose. Which is why that particular karmic mistake won't be repeated.
It's all in the Dhaabadhaabadhoorata.
My challenge to all of you -- Study the Olympians and identify the
karmic fast-trackers and what species and breed they came from. I'll
handle the graphic requirement unless you have the perfect one.
Final thought. NBC, quit talking about the size of Missy Franklin's
feet. It's rude. Big feet help Black Labs swim. It's natural. And it's
For the sci-fi millennial crowd, I'm talking about having some fun
. You can find an entry for it
in the Urban Dictionary. I think.
An old guy obsessing about breasts. We take him seriously?
How many ways is this
total crap? A lot. Let me start by saying women are nuts when it comes
to breasts and breastfeeding.Their own worst enemy. Before attacking
Bloomberg, they all have to check the dutiful breastfeeding is best
block, which gives the old pervert more power than anyone should have.
(I've been listening to Laura Ingraham, who's never breastfed anyone
but a man. All her kids are adopted. But she checked the checkbox
Wake up, girls. Wake up, guys. When the word breast is included, the
subject is not about feeding. It's about breasts. Almost everything
always and everywhere is about breasts. Men are obsessed, and women are
flat fucking crazy on the subject.
Something the government should stay out of. Forever.Women want to
display their breasts. Men want to see them. Breastfeeding is a way for
women to display their breasts without seemig a slut. Men are
uncomfortable wih breastfeeding in publc because they're seeing breasts
and nipples and milk, by women who are not nominally advertising their
wares, which makes them nuts. They have
to stare and they don't want the temptation.
Enter Michael Bloomberg. The man who wants to control all the breasts in
his city. Does he also want a constant CCTV feed to his private lavatory? Sick.
There are many reasons for NOT breastfeeding, all stupid women aside.
Men continually seek to control women, which (incidentally) can't be
done. Why most men are ruled
by their post menopausal wives. (Bloomberg?) The Libs gave away their
biggest power chip when they sided with women who wanted the unique
right to levy death on a human life via abortion. What have they done
since? They have made pregnancy a gauntlet of virtue. no drugs, no
alcohol, no lost days at work either. Women are now expected to be
fucking angels when they're with child. Abortion seems like a great
idea in this context.
But they didn't stop there, did they? After nine months of no venal
sins, they now insist that motherhood also requires showing us all
their breasts and chapped nipples, which also means the nine months of
abstemiousness is now three years plus, because if you're going to have
a fucking baby you better be a saint: no drugs, no alcohol, no fun.
Because your tit's got to be pure for your kid... NOW compete with us,
The saddest thing? Women are somehow handcuffed in responding. A lot of
us grew up on formula. Still alive, getting old, and suffering from
fewer ailments than today's fragile kids. It's all just a story that's
being peddled by people who are still trying to control women, which as
we've seen never works anyway. Or is this their ultimate Achilles heel? Revealed at last by feminist man-haters? Irony even whats-her-name might appreciate.
Women are NOT angels. Maybe they can go nine months without a glass of
wine. There's no reason to insist that they go several more years in
the same vein. No evidence whatever that they can
. Do the study, lib wonder men.
Is formula really a negative compared to breastfeeding women who are
doing crack, meth, tequila, and (gasp) bacon on a regular basis?
I have an alternative strategy to propose. All women should show us
their breasts on a regular basis. It should be like casual Fridays.
Mammary Mondays, I think. Something to get us back to work with a will
to work. Women would love it. Men would love it. And breastfeeding
would cease to be a political issue. If you want to, do it. If you
don't, well then don't.
And get the government out of the way. Unless maybe it's time to put
Bloomberg in prison for a good long time. Which I could support.
I wasn't going to include this picture. I was trying to be serious.
Then I realized men wouldn't read it, especially not Michael Bloomberg,
who wants to see lactating breasts wherever he travels in his fiefdom.
So, look at the pic and tell me that what women pretend -- that all the
sexuality of the female breast vanishes when she's feeding the kid in a
corner at Barnes & Noble -- is utter nonsense.
A breast is a breast is a, well, tit. We all know it. Except,
apparently, the old asshole who calls himself the mayor of New York
City. One more reason to lock him up.
And guess what? If you don't want to breastfeed your child, you
shouldn't have to. This is America. I'm thinking a few golds will be
won by formula babies. Prove me wrong. But show me the evidence...
Monday, July 30, 2012
Olympic tribute to
Britain's National Health Service. You heard me right.
Worshiping government is the last resort in a nation that has lost faith
in God, itself, and ordinary human virtue. Now they prefer pop
Babies? Well, hell. The giant is gray for a reason. Abortion is birth
London 2012. Egad.
going to respond to
Lake's Last Word, but DRV beat me to the punch, as did Lake himself in
his last-last comment. Here's what I'd started but didn't finish:
I told Lake he would have the Last
Word. I'm going back on that. Does it count if I agree with Lake? Argue
that out amongst yourselves.
Yes, I won the debate. So what. By all conventional meaures we're
toast. These aren't rhetorical points to me. I've lost almost everybody
I've ever cared about. Too much bullshit of every description.
But do I hope? Yes.
Not a pollyanna type hope. Instead, a grim, wounded, angry-type hope.
That lambs being led to the slaughter will awaken at the last instant
and cease to be lambs.
Occupy Wall Street? Really? Not Wall Street but Washington, DC.
ObamaCare demands that kids 26 and over buy comprehensive health
insurance designed for 70-year-olds. The biggest tax on human potential
Of course, the kids don't know shit. Lalalalalalalalala. Kids have
never known shit. I'm not looking for enlightenment from them. Their
ideas, opinions, and insights are what they most dread and condemn in
the world of adults: Boooooring. Dull, hackneyed, irrelevant, ignorant,
selfish, and stupid.
Where am I looking for it, then? From the real diversity that is America.
Stats. Most kids don't go to prep school. They don't have anything in
particular against the United States of America except as a passing
fashion statement. They live a fairly comfortable life. They know
nothing of ideology. When the comfortable life is taken away by the
ideology of spreading the wealth or making the world safe from Global
Warming, their natural reaction is WTF (Where's the Festival?). Let me
proffer some axioms.
Axiom No. 1: Progress is not a function
of smart people. Never has been. Progress is a function of hard-working
people pursuing what they want.
Axiom No. 2: The smart people are always two steps behind. You don't
get this? Ideology never adds up to anything unless it's a set of
common beliefs underpinned by strong values and risk-taking
entrepreneurs. They can overcome everything but a cultural suicide
impulse. At the moment, what matters more than even the most positive
ideology is dark stuff. The darker the stronger. The lame, lawless
half-living who want to hurt the ones they envy. And they know more
than you could possibly imagine how to hurt. Why it doesn't take that
many people to screw the outcome for everyone.
Axiom No. 3: Even most dumb people know they need smart people. Let me
amplify. More than anyone else, dumb people know they need smart
people. Because they know smart is a category of valuable skills, not a
universal omniscient condition. It's only the dumbest of the dumb who
are capable of hating smart people at the same time they hand their own
futures over to them in perpetuity. The only distinctions they're
capable of drawing between bad smart people and good smart people? Bad
smart people say show up on time and work hard and you'll make an
honest living. Good smart people say here's some money and other stuff
for free; please don't notice that nothing ever gets better for you and
Oxymorons. The definition of a republic. The majority of dumb people
know they need better decision makers than they are. They elect
politicians to represent them who act like they're better than everyone
else. But there's a limit. When the cat in charge has too much cream
dripping from his whiskers, they're (supposed to be) ready to vote him
That's where I stopped. Feel free to add to my arithmetic of
Which brings me to the London Olympics. It's a travesty on so many
levels. As the opening ceremonies proved, the U.K. has forgotten its
own history. All it can remember of the character that made the British
Empire is sixties rock stars, movie icons, and the post-WWII
religion of socialism and the dole. No wonder they can't win any
medals. But they still love their fucking queen. Because she's, you
know, the symbol of the parliamentary autocracy they've learned to
depend on because they don't want to be responsible for themselves.
Am I hopeful about the Brits? No. They're done. Finished and best
Am I hopeful about us? Only half and only in contrast to the Brits. I'm
thinking this will be the Silver Olympics. When Team USA keeps settling
somehow for second best as if that were a win because we're still
competing, if no longer for first place. Yes, in Obama's USA, silver is
the new gold. Better to let the Others hear their sorry national
anthems on the podium while we stand somewhat apologetically to the
I won't labor the metaphor. I'll just remind you that Olympic results
have mattered in the past as a measure of national mood, if not will.
Carter blew off the 1980 Olympics. Under Reagan, we came roaring back.
You could look it up.
My predictions for London 2012? The seats in the stadia will continue
half-empty. The toff socialites of the European Community who got their
tickets via influence have little interest in the proceedings. Saw the
same thing in the final rounds of the British Open. Ranks of empty
seats among the sections reserved for the quality. The Brits are long
used to the definitions of smart people I gave above. Why they don't
riot at the musical comedy celebration of a National Health Service
that is committing euthanasia on a grand scale against the commoners.
Team America will set a record for silver medals. Apology has become
part of our Obama-era persona.
NBC will continue to be as incompetent an Olympic broadcaster as we've
noted for at least eight years now. They still think we root as hard
for China as they do, and they think we won't notice that their grasp
of the new technologies is as weak as they presume (wrongly) ours is.
And it will never occur to them to explain what the hell is going on in
the new sports (Team handball? Really?) that fascinate them more than
the rest of us who want to see Americans compete more than Serbs and
Koreans and Brazilians and fucking Brits.
NBC will also continue to pollute its Olympic broadcasts with ads for
entertainment programming that is every bit as crude, larded with
big-mouthed lefty celebrities, and unfunny sitcoms as most of us have
known without actually watching their shows for years.
You can gather, in summary, that when it comes to hope for my country
I'm on the razor's edge. As Lake insisted, we may not
despair. But despair is a
constant shadow that stalks my experience of a country that barely
resembles the one I grew up in.
Team USA, GO. Go(ld).
NBC. Get a grip.
U.K.? I hear your hospices are adequate. Go check in. ALL of you. Every
last man and jack. And
I hear you're just as nihilistically slimy about sex as your men used
to be when they still had a sex drive. Aww. Poor horny androgynes. Not nearly as sorry for you as you'd like me to be.
Unless you can explain, INTERESTINGLY(!), why all Brit women turn eventually into men. uh,
men, meaning low voices, chiselled enunciation, no emotions. and droopy wrinkled manboobs. As if there ever really were any difference between Brits with square pegs and Brits with square holes.
us back to oxymorons.
But you have the arrogant historical defense of believing --
the one thing you all still do believe in, actually -- that nobody but a Brit
knows an oxymoron when he sees it. Probably right about that (unless the Celts have always known better). But we Americans do
know simple morons when we see them
Enjoy your Olympics. They'll bring the usual pleasure of the voyeur.
Others doing. You watching. And wondering why you can't do. Any longer.
More information. All references to the explicit commercial for
Britain's National Health Service during the opening ceremonies have
apparently been removed from YouTube. Embarrassed, are we?
I have now spent two hours looking for what was once on YouTube. Just
so you know. We can spend a few million dollars, er Euros, advertising
our love of government. What we can't allow is free access to those who
might jeer at it.
As it should, must be, jeered at. Much better to pretend it never
happened. Classic leftist crap.
Gosh. That NBC crew calling the men's gymnastics was just so cool,
wasn't it? Real emotion in there. All that about "sinewy strength, and
taut hardness, and how he couldn't ever lose," because he was so rigid
and hard and whatever.
Phooey. Is this the best NBC can do? Really? Probably so. Gay athletes
okay. Super gay athletes okay, but please don't stream us sodomy
videos, okay? Forget it. NBC can't wait to make us all love the image
of senior male gymnasts buggering the junior male gymnasts (???!!!). How life
works. How scoring works. Because when we all think about it in our
heart of hearts what we all want to visualize is male-male sodomy. (Go away, Brian Williams...) Thank
God for NBC and its brilliant announcers. It was tiresome a decade ago; it's even more tiresome now. Face it: homosexuality is just plain dull.