Monthly: scrapbook: reborn each month
(Monthly Note follows below)
2018 06 17 No matter how patent the falsehoods churches teach the children of a congregation, those teachings will have a truth seldom fathomed by that congregation. For example: Christianity. Christians teach a story in which Romans do Jews’ evil deeds for them, torturing the innocent, murdering the god. Meantime the Jews now called Christians claim their evil to be proof that God loves them, forgives them. Indeed, sinners can’t be saints unless they suborn witnesses, rewrite laws, double-cross the savior.
Sounds far fetched? Yeah? well lots of Christians think so too. So they becomes Republicans, Democrats: land-grabbers claiming that total lack of credibity on the part of elections, legislators, are proof positive that sinners are really saints. We couldn’t get into heaven if we hadn’t first severed the lips of virgins and worn their hymen as a hat, castrating their fathers and brothers, sewing their testes to their face like little baloons..
The more preposterous the claim of guilt or forgiveness, the more desperately the congregation will hold to it.
Oh, and note, Rome becomes Jerusalem’s scapefancy while the kleptocracy claims Rome as proof of their civilization! And note, while you’re at it, you meet plenty of sons of God: , and they have Christ-like names and titles: Christ, Caesar … emperor, you never meet the actual god, God the Father: Rome itself.
The Jews have a book which they hold up, claiming magical truths.
Think it through: I bet there are paralells just as proposterous among Hindus, Buddhists … not to mention university science departments. You see I’m not saying that there’s a right side to choose; there are only competing falsehoods.
2018 06 16 I just read that Britain’s Winston Churchill attended a middle eastern rally with TE Lawrence. The Arabs were chanting about the Jews: Kill them, kill them all, off with their heads … Churchill didn’t know any Arabic; Tee Hee Lawrence of course did. Tee Hee chose to listen without comment.
I’m reminded of the article I read when JFK was running for the White House. Some voter explained that she’d voted for Kennedy because, being English, he’d have a leg up on foreign policy. ! How much of political discourse is misinformation? misunderstanding? All of it as far as I’m concerned. When people asked me if I was for Trump they probably assumed that I lived in the same informational world that they did. I don’t. I didn’t. I won’t.
Re Trump, he was yelling about immigration: he was insulting immigrants. No one has yet explained to me how immigration is any of Trump’s business, or mine, or yours. I was born here: the US, NYC. I don’t apologize, I don’t explain. I don’t see how Trump or you or I have property rights — except at the end of a spear. The Algonquin’s had spears: did they have any rights? If I can be here, and you, and Trump … and the Algonquin, how can the black or the Muslim or the Jew possibly not have the same rights.
I don’t see any way to establish rights except by a war of all against all: the surivors, if any, can claim any rights: all else in nonsense.
Churchill’s England was letting Jews into Brittain; the Russians were killing them, the Brits were letting them in. If a nation pretends to be Christian, isn’t it mandatory that Jews under the knife be admitted?
more in a sec, but you see my gist.
2018 06 15 I was just looking at my queen palm that I planted outside the bedroom window in 1990. That palm underwent a miracle in the hurricane of last September 10. The palm had leant toward the house. I’d feared for decades that it would rub against the house, fall against the house, damage the house: require removal, removal I couldn’t afford to pay for and likely couldn’t do myself. A decade ago my landlord helped me winch it to the vertical, making it rub less; but it got only a little more vertical, it still rubbed, was still a danger. And it was a damn annoyance. It wasn’t my house when I planted it: my friend Catherine was still alive. I lived on site #43, Catherine was on site #14: the lot of which I speak. I worked for the state park, Highlands Hammock State Park, that season, giving the tram “interpretatations”. Andy, the ranger who rehearsed me in the spiel, pointed out to me a couple of queen palm saplings growing as weeds near the rangers’ locker. Andy told me that the park service was supposed to be dedicated to protecting native life and to removing alien invaders, fauna and flora. Therefore the queen palms were due for extermination.
The park was selling live oaks saplings, natives, for $1. I’ve been nuts about live oaks since I first saw them around Hilton Head Island. I decided to plant the oak by my trailer on #43. It was a ridiculous plan: the oak is slow growing but gets huge. The tree would swallow my 26′ Coachmen trailer. So it would have to be destroyed. But so what? I’d enjoy it i the meantime. So one Saturday morning when I had access to community service laborers, I enlisted a couple such to help me plant my oak. Catherine, old, blind, crippled, saw that we were working at planting something, said that she wished she knew how to fertilize her bottle brush tree. I’d heard of Catherine but was meeting her for the first time. I dispatched the service guys to dump some park fertilizer around the trees on #14. Catherine was swept by wonder as she saw it done on the instant. That’s when we became friends.
Shortly thereafter I moved to Wrede’s Wildlife Sanctuary. I left the oak at my trailer park, and planted my queen palms by Catherine’s house: where they grew, and grew. By last September they must have been 70 feet. Well, the storm plucked the rear palm from its roots, twirled the bole, and landed upside don in the clothes line.
Ah, but the queen palm by the bedrood window, now my bedroom window, thank you dear Catherine. dodm
t get crisjed agaomst that bedroom wall; the hurricane straightened it out! straighter than the winch ever had.
And this is the first time I’ve used the term negentropy in forty years.
Entropy, you know what that is: if you burn the palm bole it turns into heat, and smoke, and ash. Smoke and ash don’t appear by your house and turn into palm tree. Order turns messy ; mess doesn’t turn ordered. The bullets fuck up the guy’s organs; blood and guts don’t turn into living breathing lungs, sleek liver …
So that law of nature is called entropy; order out of chaos is the opposite: negative entropy: negentopy.
Dear Catherine, thank you for being my great helpful friend: for givng me you nice house. The bottle brush tree living a long healthy life once fertilized. Your loquat treet though has pretty well had the course. Blame the phone company: they severed limbs every time tree neared wires: no regard for tree: or me..
“God” as “Good”
2018 06 07 Jesus is said to have tried to teach us how to be good. We killed him, tortured him to death. Is that because we didn’t understand the lessons? Or did we kill Jesus because we did understand the lessons? Did we see that beiing good didn’t jibe with our lust for power?
Freedom Cake for Faggots
2018 06 05 We’re told we have “freedom” from ages where even the smartest of us are far too young to analyze the problems. For one, don’t look for examples to prove that you acted freely — calling God Jaweh instead of Allah; demonstrate that noone in your administration has ever been prosecuted in constitutional issues.: I said God’s name was Fred and I lost my girlfriend: Therefore: I experience the absence of freedom of religion.
While we’re at it, before courts argue about lack of freedom, shouldn’t freedom be rationally defined? If you run a business, do you have the freedom to refuse service to people whose behavior is an affront to yoiu and your kin? The customer is grossly overweight, disgusting, you puke on the greill: can you refuse to serve her a cheeseburger?
If you can’t, how are you not a slave?!
Bakc in the army, 1964 or 65, my friend Phil found his ideal in a polity so free, that nothing could ever be agreed on, established as true. Totally disfunctional anarchy, that’s for me.
Back up a second: the article says “The court ruled in favor of Jack Phillips, a devout Christian and proprietor of Masterpiece Cakeshop, who had been prosecuted by the Colorado Civil Rights Commission for refusing to bake a cake for a gay wedding.” How is the concept of “devout” “Christian” tested? We take his word for it?!? Would 100% of Christians welcome Jack Phillips as a fellow? And if so, would 100% of democrats agree that Jack Phllps has never disrespected secular freedom?
Where do humans get off thinking they can adjudicate such imponderables?
2018 05 31 Yahoo has a headline video of cops beating a woman on a NJ beach. The woman is twenty-something, the cop is kneeling on her and punching her. The first videos are from body cams for the cops: now a second generation of beach-goers’ cell phones are contributing. Images seem plentiful. The new videos suggest the woman was drunk and abusive to the cops from the beginning. One thing I saw before bailing out for the sports section was the woman admonishing the cops that she was a woman, they weren’t supposed to be using her as a punching bag.
The situation cast me back to grad school and my studies of courtly love. You won’t likely follow what I’m saying if you don’t read Andreas Capellanus, The Art fo Courtly Love, twelvth century. Andreas Capellanus was a priest. His tome was a compendium of advice in matters of love written for young nobles. The priest is specifying that social verticality is essential to courtly love: knights, at the bottom of the social hierarchy of and for the privileged, were advised to fall in love with woman a rank or two above them. I illustrate by citing Sir Lancelot loving Queen Guinevere. He’s a knight: the bottom of the top; she’s a queen, the top of the top: or as near to the top as a female could get. Capellanus has a brief comment on what to do if you, a knight, fall in love with a peasant woman: someone at the bottom of the hierarchy: the bottom of the bottom. Don’t waste you time, rape her, do whatever will scratch the itch the fastest.
Um, er: you’re telling us that a priest was recommending rape? Aren’t priests supposed to be celibate?
The are. Celibate to the limit of convenience.
cops aren’t supposed to beat up women: unless the women are low class, of the wrong ethnicity. Or rude, loud, drunk. Then you can do whatever you want with them.
Remember the American soldiers coming upon the starving Jews in WW II concentration camps: the Nazis could shoot the Jews on whim: rape them if they liked. But they didn’t: they didn’t like: the Jews were believed to be filthy. Without freedom, everything stolen from them, they probably were filthy.
back in a min
NBA Playoffs, Warriors vs. Rockets
Tell me, please: Who Else Noticed This?
A couple of games ago Harden and a buncha Warriors were on the floor in a pile. One Warrior took Harden’s hand and was about to help him rise when he though better of it, thourhgt worse of it, thought differently: let Harden go, walked off after his team mates.
All season I’ve been reveling in examples of sportmanship eclipsing competition: eg, Steph made a super rediculous three, he was high fiving everyone, and an opponent came up to him, pregnant with awe, with worship: and there was a big sports bump, but the hail fellow was in black; Steph was in white, gold, and blue!
No, no. when genius is on parade it doesn’t matter who you were rooting for a minute ago: magic transcends ordinary fandom.
So here was Hardin, playing his ass off, and here was a Warrior recognizing a down hero, offering a hand, then realizing, hey, wait a minute, and removing his support. Harden realized what was going on and got up the rest of the way by himself.
Yes, and they replayed it. But who was it? Harden for one; who was #2, the good Warrior?
Fake Paul, Fake Pope
2018 05 28 I just ran into a web author claiming that Paul McCartney is dead. So much rubbish to me but I read on: far enough to be reminded of a number of conspiracy clichees. Someone else can pursue this into logical dead ends; I’ll just sketch a couple tugs:
In the early 1980s I was visiting a college buddy in his small town, upstate New York . I knew radical Cathlics from my Ivan Illich / deschooling days: Billy was an altogether different type of radical Catholic: his coveny believed that the Pope had been kidnapped, replaced with an impersonator. They professed that the Church had been infiltrated by Satan and his minions: the church was evil, the priests were evil; but the true Church stil existed, and so did a true Pope.
Billy’s radical Catholic friends didn’t know a thing about Ivan Illich or the crazy nuns I’d shared weekends with. But that ain’t all: in the 1960s I was doing my Shakespeare scholarship: on the Sonnets: and I was replete with crackpot theories about “who” really wrote “Shakespeare”. Shakespeare wasn’t written by Shakespare; Shakespeare was written by Queen Elizabeth, by Ben Jonson, by Kit Marlowe …
And my Paul McCartney guy was reminding us that there were schools of nuts wo believed that Elvis was alive and well and living in Argentina with Hitler.
Simultaneously there are schools that teach that Joan of Arc was really a bull dyke, or rather really a femme: really was burned, really was not …
I believe that Joan of Arc was really Thomas Jefferson, really was for slavery, really fought the Civil War against himself and against Lincoln.
Of course meantime we all know that Jesus was really a Zoroastrian, that Buddha was really Zarathustra.
And don’t ask about Confucius.
So what’s the real story? People are really nuts? Genuinely stupid? Could one infer anything reliable or true from urban myths? Is what people say about Joan of Arc likely to shed light on anything? How about on what Saint Paul says about Jesus? How about what this Paul, pk, says about Jesus?
Should “science” investigate rumors about alien artifacts in US desert labs?
I’ll sleep on that and say more.
A Yahoo article today disgusses social awkwardness toward menstrual hygiene. There are women around the world who lack menstrual hypiene supplies. Blood has long been tabboo. My first horror on the subject came in reading Sir James Frazier, The Golden Bough: girl in New Ireland were confined to a hut at the onset of menstruation. Many native American tribes banished bleeding girls: they were expelled from the tribe fore the duration.
Period å Manger
I have a black humor memory recently acquired on the subject: Ludmilla, the great Russian sniper, got a natural bonus when she killed another Nazi at distance: she’d inherit the dead Nazi’s bandages! Menstrual materials.
Human Intelligence, Legislation by Kleptocrats
Human beings are intelligent enough to imagine intelligence: and ethical behavior; but not intelligent enough to imagine that I am intelligent, and ethical, and don’t like to be supervised by morons: or legislated at by kleptocrats.
20018 05 12 “A GOP congressman from California said Friday night that President Donald Trump wouldn’t hold up well under torture, coming to the defense of Republican Senator John McCain as Trump surrogates continue to attack the Arizona legislator and veteran over his service record.”
Wow, we can mock and insult and make fun of Hitler all we want: and we could insult Nixon once he was wedged loose of the White House. I never expected to see an offering like the above while Trump was still stomping around, his head still on his neck: or Sarah Huckabee Saunders. Etc.
But it’s wonderful to contemplate. We could banish the national debt in no time if we sold shares to see Trump’s minions tortured. Las Vegan could lay odds on how long Sean Hannity would last against water squireted up his nose. I would love to see wagering as to whether Sarah Huckabee Saunders or John McCain would last longer with hot tongs on their pudendum. A Las Vegan tote board would sizzle.
2018 05 17 I seem to have picked on current White House denizens: therefore, Republicans. Not fair at all.
But we shouldn’t sweat it: they are the resident evil.
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