Sunday, September 30, 2012

It Was A Perfect Day Today And I'm Rather Happy.

I drove out to Eagle, Ne and walked the Mopac trail west to where it intersects with US 34 (at ground level, one of these days a hiker or biker is going to misjudge distance at that spot and get liquified  But not today.)  and then I turned back.  After that I putted around the east end of Lincoln for a short time, enjoying the greenness and sunlight while they last, which may actually be for some time yet.  The exagerrated warmth we've 'enjoyed' all year remains in full effect, perhaps forevermore.  The crickets are still in perfect health and snow seems an eternity away.  But who knows? 

I even bought ice cream at a Runza on 84th street, which is a rare thing for me to do.  I 'like' in a strictly anemic sense but I have never had a specific desire for it.  Even now I bought it only as part of my larger swiss-mushroom burger meal.  When I was younger I worked at a Runza for about twenty hours a week, actually supporting myself by stealing large panfulls of the meat pastries from the walk-in cooler and selling them for cash, cigarettes, and bottles of liquor.  There could I suppose be some crust punk/anarchist cachet in that but not really.  To this day I feel indebted to Runza so it remains of of the few 'Fast Food' places I'll go to.  Plus I had an odd floaty hangover that lasted into the evening and needed lipids. 

Friday, September 28, 2012

Tom Osborne Is Retiring

I might have more to say to that when the actual moment comes at New Years' but probably not.  In the meantime, here's a funny tribute from made in honor of another famous coaches "retirement".    Please note that I am not suggesting that Osborne was complicit in any extreme horror as Paterno was.  I simply appreciate the statement on patriarchal hero-worship; the way that some people consider authoritarian submission to a "Great Man"  to be their idea of lighthearted Saturday fun. 

The froth is already starting to grow thick here and it's only going to grow worse and worse over the winter. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

As I Have Somewhat 'Real' Workish Things To Get Done Today....

...I will try to keep this short. 

Queen were at their best in their most unabashedly proggish, primordial days.

Their middle-era pop stuff could be pretty sweet as well; so long as it was sutiably epic like 'Somebody to Love'

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

In The Immediate Past I've Had Far More Interesting Dreams

But the only one I truly remember is what I had at sunrise either today or yesterday.  I was half-awake, even mostly, so that this 'dream' was really more of a conscious thought. 

Salvador Dali was sort of a hack, and a jackass of a person too.  I used to like the guy, years ago during my college interregnum.  Even as a returning freshman I wrote my first real paper about him for art appreciation class. (No trace of that one's existence now; thank the fuck Christ, though I did get an A.)  But as I've gone through the business of living adultish I now discover that my opinion of the man and his work has evolved to the perfect opposite of what it was before.  Gaudy ass- "Let's make it weird, let's put clouds in it' pap made by a self-aggrandizing borderline fascist cartoon. 

I used to beleive in a calculating 'seperate the art from the artist' aesthetic and I still believe in a rough version of that, though of course experience and wisdom have complicated the matter for me greatly.  I should have known that yes of course what the artist produces is a part of themselves and to love a certain work must be to love that part of the person.  I still do beleive that one can be a good artist and a bad person, I mean Roman Polanski does exist so it's really no matter of "belief" to say so is it? I also do beleive that individual humans can be weighed and measured to be generally good or bad people, even great or evil people.   Still I do not believe that anyone has any true essential self.  We are all different torn threads whose needs and wants interact haphazardly, and judging a person as either bad or good is nothing more objective than measuring the aggregate of these seperate schizophrenic threads.  That goes for everyone. 

  My attitude towards romance is suspicion bordering on contempt; basically unchanged since my pre-pubescent youth.  Muddled by experience as all things are, but mostly unchanged.   

I still do have the same admiration for Frida Kahlo that I had in my youth.  My appreciation for her work waxes and wanes over time but is always positive.  Mostly though I think she would be a fly woman to drink and party and have sex with.  I want to immerse myself in all the psychosexual geopolitical backstabbing melodrama that was her world.  At least as long as I'm free to run back to my time machine when the shit gets too hot.  I watch Bravo and Cinemax both together and I suppose this has an influence. 

Monday, September 24, 2012

A Quickee While I Watch Football

Here's somebody matter of factly equating "normal" with "morally good".  This time in regards to the icky gays.

This Ms. Franson is in the strictest sense correct.  LGBT's are indeed heavily outnumbered by heteros.  Though not so much among the post-Bowie, post-New Wave Post-Hipsters that I hang out with.  And anyway this pedantic point was not the one she was trying to make.  She was saying that those who violate our arbitrary notions of 'deviance'  are being intentionally wicked.  That those who have been shunned must continue to be shunned because they are being shunned.  She gets bonus points for looking like a Judy Blume villain.  Or roughly like a Caucasoid version of Principal Angela Li from Daria.

 Here's No Doubt's "Don't Speak" just because I love ya. 

The Internet Has Created A Neigh-Infinite Number Of Best-Of Lists.

And as long as one of them gives some Nebraska community some limelight or prestige, the World-Herald will dutifully report it.  At least for as long as the newspaper industries' aged customer base fails to realize that the national media is everyone anymore and that everyone and everything is declared to be the best of ----- at least twice a month. 

The list itself is of course absurd. There are to be sure dozens of small towns and hundreds of villages dotting the Nebraska landscape.  Papillion on the other hand is within a metropolitan area of eight hundred thousand. Now I've been around and I know that Omaha isn't all that big, but if you dear reader consider eight hundred grand to be in any way small than it is you who needs to get the fucks out of Tribecca.  Papillion is a suburb, a few Walmarts, a couple of Home Depots, an overtaxed boulevard called Nebraska 370 where SUVs try to go 70 MPH with no regard for the physical possibility of that, and in the middle a psuedo-quaint main street left over from the now immemorial days when the town actually was its own physical entity.  If you drop a ransom victim in Papillion and remove their blindfold, let them look around and see the big box stores and intestinal streets with phony rustic names appearing randomly among the cornfields, and they would have no way of knowing that they are not fifty miles from Chicago or thirty five from Minneapolis. 

 It is homogeneous, as you might have guessed.  Even for a metro that spent the twentieth century going through an obsessive amount of trouble to segregate itself it is still noticiceably that, and this of course is the only real measure of 'livability' that the list takes into account.  A place where White people can live among themselves; pretending to be self-reliant pioneers while still having easy access to their American Apparel and Caribou Coffee.  It's no accident that the number two 'small town' on the list is the even more absurdly unbucolic Golden, Colorado.  

There are to be fair some genuinely rural places in the back half of the list.  Yankton, South Dakota is at number seven on the list.  I have extended family in the area and know it fairly well, which makes me reasonably certain that the listmakers have not anywhere near the places they rewarded. 

Friday, September 21, 2012

You Know Man

Simply keeping yourself in basic shape does wonders for your 'performance' in any number of ways.  Watch what you eat,  take care not to overdose yourself with cortisol through one too many ravings against 'Those People', etc.  Just don't overindulge in general; and you should be able to adequately 'kick it' well into your sixties or even seventies.  Or maybe it's too feminist for you to accept the fact that a Man In Charge cannot simply take what he wants when he wants it without at least natural repercussions, if not social ones.

Ahh The Weekend

This is how I'll be spending mine, as per usual.  How about you dear reader? 

Thursday, September 20, 2012

'Beatles For Sale' is Better Than 'Rubber Soul'

and George Harrison was the best songwriter in the group during their latter period.  The genetic link between Queens "Bohemian Rhapsody" and the side two Abbey Road suite is obvious as soon as some one else points it out to you. 

China, apparently, is at the moment the larger colonialist threat to Greenland's self-determination than Denmark or any other Western power.  I like Greenland.  I'd like to summer there one day, or even winter there.  Yolo suckers. 

Winter is beginning in the polar regions.  It's beginning to reverse the most extreme thaw of Arctic ice in recorded history.  A thing that is most certainly not caused by global warming, which doesn't exist. 

I am suddenly impressed by George Martin's "White Walkers". I mean winter as an alien hoard slowly creeping its way south is such an obvious metaphor, perhaps to the point that you're insulted by my pointing it out, but he made hay out of it first.  It is at this moment orgasimically comfortable in the middle latitudes, as is normal for September.  But it is coming for us by and by. 

Some wag at 'Rolling Stone' famously declared Queen the 'First truly fascist rock band' or something like that.  Truly I do think that Freddie Mercury seriously was starting to grow a Superhuman image of himself over his last healthy years and that the band's involvement with 'Highlander';Itself one of the most overtly fascist movies of the eighties* which is saying a lot, was was very much in keeping with where the band was heading at the time. 

* I mean come on.  Killing a fellow Superman causes an ecstasy several degrees more intense than any sex than anyone has ever had.  They're hardly very settle about it at all.  "I have no rival.  No man can be my equal."  Then of course there's the Munchinkinland Generalisimo outfit from the Wembley show.

Oh, and there is no God by the way.  Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary......

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Went Swimming Today

Pawnee Lake.  The water is still warm enough, and it's simply so glorious outside.  

Last night I saw a colony of ants that had arraigned themselves into the perfect outline of a brunette woman's head of hair; something like this... more like the one in the middle; on top.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I'd Just Remembered....

That yesterday was Constitution Day!!!              Yeah yeah motherfucker!!

The existence of the day is to be sure very much an attempt to promulgate the Cult Of The Founding Fathers by those who are convinced that all Americans would surely agree with themselves if only we understood the Real True Meaning of the Constitution as they do.  But you that's alright.  C-Day is at worst the least obnoxious display of this particular fetish by far; and I would even go so far as to say that some degree of public fetish towards the Constitution is a good thing.  The Constitution is indeed a glorious thing that deserves to be hallowed.  Or rather, it happens to be the document on which are written several separate and independent bylaws which are themselves glorious things that deserve to be hallowed.  So in honor of the king of them all, the mighty first amendment, here's one act of blasphemy against all five of the major world religions; along with the malicious burning of the flags of several different entities chosen not-quite randomly by myself.

Truly offensive things to non-Abrahamics were somewhat hard to find just over the Google.  Which I guess can be attributed to lower overall numbers/existing mainly outside the West. I also restrained from googling outright calls for genocide or the pornography that 'came up' as a result of unfiltered searches for "Fuck -------".  Moving on. 

Monday, September 17, 2012

Interesting Weekend

Wedding on Saturday, which was wonderful.  Me and a handful of other writerish friends carried out a savage assault on the on the free bar.  Family funeral on Sunday, which was much less pleasant.  A full hour of droning about Joseph Beran's two or three obvious hobbies that the funeral director was able to glean, along with a constant stream of Christian claptrap delivered not symbolically but with all perfect sincerity and in full expectation of the beliefs expressed being shared by everyone in the room.

An aunt of mine sent a old-school rhyming poem about cousin Joe in heaven and I was reminded that my generational elder, this woman twenty five years older than me, perfectly intelligent and in fact a school teacher, honestly believes in a physical heaven with angels playing harps and actual undead spirits blissed out like acid casualties while they walk on the fucking clouds.

I remember at the wedding there was some brief discussion of 'coming out' as a nonbeliever to the family.  I haven't.  I just sort of don't pray or thank God or make any mention of him at all.  I will bow my head at meal blessing out of politeness. Beyond that I don't know; maybe I should come out.

I also lost my phone at some point in all this.  Not during the debauch on Saturday but Sunday Morning when I remember seeing it on the coffee table I was passed out by; when I was probably still legally tipsy and therefore not hungover.  I also nearly ran out of gas coming back to the capital from the funeral. My car is parked in the first available legal spot on the north end of town, awaiting my paycheck.  I am very tired.  

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Dennis Markuze Thinks I'm Special.

That would probably be the guy who commented on the post I wrote last Friday.  and he's apparently one of the most famous trolls of all time, doing his thing since the earliest days of the commonly availible internet.  This usually entails 1/4 coherent claims of his imaginary triumph over magic athiest James Randi.  Or the occasional death threat to especially famous and/or outspoken nonbelievers.  Sometimes these threats entail promises that "we" will kick the targets head in, torture the target before killing them, etc.   Markuze has been diagnosed as bipolar, (Montreal's own, much less cuddly version of Chrisma Woman) so whether he's conciously bullshitting here or honestly  believes himself to be part of a movement strong enough to bring the inquisition down....?????

Nor do I know why he's decided to pester me.  I am a nonbeleiver as a matter of fact.  Though I wouldn't describe myself as a committed athiest simply because; well I'm not a race-walker either.  And I don't recall ever going on anything like an anti-religion rant on this or any other public or semi-public forum.  Then there's the fact that I feel like Horace Greeley if I get fifty hits a day on Mr. Heartland..  It's a weird fucking deal all around, I'm sure you'd agree.  As well as I am able to figure; (Thanks to this guy actually)  I've been tracked down by Markuze by way of The Slacktivist, a lefty Christian blog that I frequent because Fred Clark is a whip-smart and thoroughly decent cat who attracts similar kinds. 

 Anyway, I would like to end things here by addressing you personally Dennis Markuze.  (In the off chance that you read any of what I wrote before informing me of how Nostradamus crushed the international athiest movement.) If your own noteriety should happen to make myself or my blog slightly more famous than you have my sincere thanks for that beforehand.  Beyond that I would just like to let you know that there is no God. Fuck you. Come and fucking get me. Here's the most recent photo of myself....

You will find me in Lincoln Nebraska; Address: There is no God. Fuck you. Come and fucking get me.  Zip code: There is no God. Fuck you. Come and fucking get me. Phone number: There is no god. Fuck you. Come and fucking get me. If you make it across the border without being gang tackled for violating your parole than congratulations.     Or you can simply reach me by email via:  There is no God.  Fuck you. Come and fucking get me. 

(Man.  I just fed the troll with the straight Eros there didn't I?)

Two Quick Notes

Chris Brown is a sick and terrible motherfucker.   

(And that's all I intend to say about this person evermore.  In truth I wouldn't even recognize one of his songs by the sound of it.  That's what he does right?  Sings?  Not to brag like I read nothing but Derrida and listen to nothing but avant-garde Cambodian opera.)

Jerome Corsi is not even pretending to want to be seen as credible anymore.    Though there is a definite General Ripper vibe in the slanders he chooses to make and the preoccupations they reveal.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

In Other News

Right-wingers generally desire to aggrandize everything they consider good into a single bloc of Truth.  AmericaisJesusisManlinessisCapitalism.  In the same fashion they also tend to shoehorn everything they dislike into a single ball of evil.  IslamoFascistCommuHomoSatanetc.  It's well known that George Will dislikes progressivism.  I myself have read enough of him to know that he really doesn't care for American football either.  And so he has written a very strange column in which he attempts to blame the latter on the former.   Heaven knows there are any number of things wrong with college football, to the point that it may well be intrinsically bad for society, as much as it breaks my heart to contemplate that.  But if you're wondering how Will is able to lay such varying ills
of football culture as homophobia, authoritarianism, or patriarchal hero cults around head coaches at the feet of liberals the answer to that is that he doesn't.  His arguments here as wincingly hackish as his much-derided article in which he proclaimed that blue jeans are by mandate of heaven always and forever filthy peasent garb.  His 'pigskin progressivism' column is similarly filled with unreformed
aristocratic contempt for the mass.  Football is bad because, among other things, it is popular among the common people.  Opening the doors of education to the masses was bad because it helped encourage the specialization of knowledge; which was in turn bad because, I suppose, it complicated the perception of Truth beyond 'Some are greater and most are lesser'.  Here's another link to the article just because.  You may decide for yourself if I'm being unfairly simplistic here. 


This seems to be a real thing.         It seems that Republican moderates are in severe peril even in Rockefellers own New York State.  More to the point, someone out there thinks that gay marriage is such a dire threat to true hetero manliness that they were left no choice but to manfully send out fliers of gay porn to random citizens of Erie County.  The guy about to get blown appears looks weirdly funereal given the occasion. 

Monday, September 10, 2012

Anti-Anti Colonialism.......

......Or, I like to think that my book reading actually does make my brain more bigger sometimes.

I haven't watched Dinesh D'Souza's  '2016: Obama's America' and have no intention of doing so.  My own bias does lead me to assume that it probably sucks, true that.  Yet it is also true that I have never paid cash money to watch any political documentary friend or foe.  I am a somewhat strongly political person and have voted in every election large or small since I turned eighteen.  Still I think there's something to be said for leaving to Caesar what is Caesar's and leaving to Friday night what is Friday night's.  Some think differently.  D'souza's '2016' is right now the second highest-grossing political documentary of all time.  To judge by poll numbers its popularity is, as with every political documentary, near entirely a matter of preaching to the choir.  I'm sure the man worked hard and I won't begrudge his money.

D'Souza is famous for arguing that President Obama is consciously trying to destroy True American Values out of an anti-colonial malice inherited from his father.  His film, as far as I am able to tell from summaries, seems to be his latest extension of that argument.  Many critics have read the "anti-colonial" charge to mean "anti-White".  An interpretation which strikes me as not just correct but pretty damned obvious.  At any rate it does raise the obvious question of why being anti-colonial should be considered bad in the United States of Fuck The King.  Or why the brown-skinned son of a  colonial assault victim would consider being wither anti-colonial or anti-White as anything less than something to be. 

In this matter it may help to know something about D'Souza's particular heritage.  Wikipedia lists the man's ethnicity as 'Indian'.  But of course India is a near parallel to Europe in terms of overall population and ethnic variety.  It just happens to be under a single flag at the moment is all.  The specific ancestry of Dinesh D'Souza is Goan Catholic, a subset of the Konkani people who were converted by the Portuguese in or around in the sixteenth century.  I personally learned about this folk from reading Tony d'souza's  novel 'The Konkans'; told through the eyes of the older son of a White Yankee mother and Konkan father who immerses himself fully into the striving and prejudice of 1970's America; constantly pressured by a family history of privilege to do even better.  It's one of the better newish books I've read lately and chock full of Chicago porn for those of us who love that town.  It has my highest recommendation. 

In real life, Catholic Konkans are one group of Brown people who have genuinely benefited from White colonialism.  The people who are sometimes described as 'the Jews of India' enjoyed a tremendous boost in social status under European sovereignty. Going from suspect minority to go-to enforcers, administrators, essential economic middlemen.  If I were to hazard to guess the soul of a stranger I would say that this is where Dinesh D'Souza is coming from.  A culture where White hegemony is firmly entrenched is one where his own historically elevated status is also firmly entrenched.

In saying this I certainly do not mean to argue from the left that ancestry is destiny.  Rather I find the heritage of D'Souza and the Konkans to be similar in many ways to my own.  I am what would have been called a 'White Ethnic' fifty years ago;  Catholic, (at least by ancestry) and East European.  Off-White but not quite.  Today we have achieved the hollowed status of simply being White, culturally and genetically blended into the old WASP mainstream over time. Today our collective self-esteem is almost wholly based upon the prestige of being American, and unfortunately the fear of seeing this prestige diluted among strangers has led some of us, (some of my own closest blood relations in fact) to become as racist as those treasonous waterheads in the KKK; betraying our ancestors with every epithet thrown against those who walk their path. 

I personally believe very strongly in a moral imperative to accept every new group of compatriots into our family without reservation, if you'll allow me to gush.  Still it is true that every acceptance of someone new into the American family must invariably come at the cost of someone else's sense of specialness.  There is a strong desire among those of us in normalized classes to believe that the eternal glory of the polio vaccine Constitution and the moon landing belongs to ourselves and ourselves alone.  It is a despicable desire to be sure; but one based on basic human needs, however twisted; one that has to be dealt with with something that at least looks like empathy in order to be changed. 

Which isn't to say that Dinesh D'Souza, entitled to human regard as he certainly is, shouldn't be regarded as a full-of-shit hack, because this is is basic honesty.   He has written that "Being a conservative in America means conserving the principles of the American Revolution. "    which brings us back to the old point that the American Revolution was; pretty damned anti-colonial, among other things.  More to the point his rhetorical cash cow of Pres. Obama being distinctly unAmerican and "anti-colonial" is such obvious nonsense as to force me to question D'Souzas conscious honesty.  Everything about the manner and bearing of Barrack Obama the man is the virtual screaming prototype of upper-class Yankee Protestant; with all the vestigial Anglo flavoring that comes with that.  Save for the Black he is precisely the same sort of man, mind, and culture that has always populated our ruling class and I don't think it's too far to say that this is rightfully obvious to anyone not blinded by the Black. 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Not Terrible Much to Say

I remember that the football game last night was like a lucid nightmare but I can offer no commentary.  After the game I bought a bottle of Tisdale Merlot and then I had a leftover grilled burrito from Taco John's before I went to bed for twelve hours.  I'm still on an empty stomach today, at least technically.  I am only just now starting to feel even slightly hungry.  As soon as I'm done here I'll be heading to the grocery to gather ingredients for tonight's supper; fried chicken and rice; with salad, and Valentina's hot sauce by the metric fuck pound. 

In the past week I've been blessed to experience my personal Fela Kuti revelation. Take every bit of jazz, funk, and radical politics you've ever heard in music and then crank the levels of all of it up to about 25. Shit's pretty magnificent. 

Friday, September 7, 2012


I keep having the weirdest dreams of kids playing pee-wee football; with uniforms sponsored by beer companies, as in the old days.  Only except for the uniforms everything is free as a sandlot.  No coaches spilling nonsense about "The Character to Win' or inventing tales about a local sports hero working three jobs and saving puppies from fires while they make the kids do jumping jacks in unison.  No 'voluntary' prayer, no aggrandized macho nonsense.  Just kids drawing up their own quadruple reverses and flea-flickers; bouncing off of each other's chest pads because it feels funny.  Accepting whatever the score happens to be when someone feels hungry.  No clock. 

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Every Now and Again.....

Something like this.

It's coming on to harvest season, meaning that narrow country lanes are increasingly filled with big trucks driven by people who are not truck drivers per se.  To be fair it is also common for small-district school bus drivers to be at something less than a professional standard themselves.  There are hazards to living in small communities that by nature lack modern-level specialization of social roles.  Strictly amateur firefighters, law enforcement who may lack experience with anything truly wicked.  It's necessary, somebody has to live out there and make the food;  and of course there are special hazards to living in any place.  All of us have only the slightest fraction of control over our own destruction that we imagine ourselves to have. None of us will ever be more than two steps from destruction from now until the day it falls upon us.  May the victims be always loved.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Rough Plans

I think that I'll be visiting the Denver/front range area sometime in the early Fall; via the southern tier of Nebraska (aka.  US 6/35 through Hastings, Holdrege, McCook)  If anyone who knows me might be interested in riding along let me know. 

I've never bought into the idea that mountains are inherently more scenic than flatlands.  It's the contrast of one against the other that's the thing.  With flatlands close by that you can quickly return to so that you don't have to eat each other. 

Oh, and there's high-grade drugs too.  But I'm old and that's incidental. 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

This Woman & Friends Came Through Town Last Night.

It was a delightful time.  And as it turns out there are some painted turtles in the north of Idaho.  The general lack of them there has more to do with the dryness rather than the chillness of the climate, since of course they do hibernate. 


This Saturday might well be the first under 80F since early May.  Or not. 

Our prayers regrow amputated limbs.    Or maybe pray yourself some extra ones if you already have four that or up and operating.  I'm no theology expert so I don't know.  You'd have to ask Rick Joyner. 

Turtles are the official aymbols of the British Indian Ocean Territory.   Very serious imperial looking bipedal turtles. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Sun Myung Moon

This guy was an interesting fellow. 

"Are you better than Jesus? You must be better than him. Yes, you must be confident that you can do better things and you can be better than Jesus, because Jesus died and could save the world only on the spiritual level. But you are going to save the world both on the spiritual level and physical level. You must be confident that you are better than Jesus. The whole world is in my hand, and I will conquer and subjugate the world. I will go beyond the boundary of the U. S., opening up the toll gate, reaching out to the end of the world. I will go forward, piercing through everything. Are you with that attitude? With that zeal and courage? Are you not scared? You must be with strength here. Unless you are like that, you cannot go over or win in the judgment of personality."

"Father thinks about the three races, yellow, black, and white. Orientals can contribute in the spiritual aspect, white people can contribute in the analytical, scientific area, while black people can contribute in the physical area-physical educational development of physical fitness, the area of health. That's one of the reasons Glenda Moody's project with black young people is very fantastic. From now on, two thirds of the athletes may come from black people. Even basketball teams have a dominant population of black people. The talented area of black people is in this physical aspect. So, the short cut for black peoples' achievement in this world is the physical area. So, Father has a special concern in this area."

"Modern war has occurred primarily in the Western culture. Western culture is short-tempered in a sense, always resorting to showdowns with weapons. It originated in the cold North with hunters who killed to eat and then moved on. The tradition of Vikings and pirates is strong in Western culture, and when Western culture moves into a new territory it is accompanied by rifles and guns. You don't like to hear this because you are Westerners, but someone must wake you up."

"In daily life, which sex is usually more disruptive or problem-causing? Percentage-wise, it is usually women. What contributes to that? It is mainly because they lack perseverance."

"The original language of the Divine Principle is Korean, so if you want to become a true authority on the subject you must learn Korean. What if, when you go to the Kingdom of Heaven. the only language is Korean? You would be in deep trouble! Later on. when the Unification Church becomes larger, the official language of our church will be Korean. All official conferences and meetings will be conducted in Korean."

"Jesus Christ is trying to follow me, my footsteps, all the way. He stayed in Paradise, because he did not marry. But I gave him marriage. Don’t you want to meet the wives of Buddha, Confucius and Muhammad? They sent letters of gratitude to me from spirit world. They pledge that even if their religion disappears, they will follow me. Can you imagine anyone in this world claiming to have married those past saints? The rings I prepared for their marriage cost a great deal per couple. Did I do that because I am crazy?"

My dream is to organize a Christian political party including the Protestant denominations, Catholics and all the religious sects. Then, the communist power will be helpless before ours. We are going to do this because the communists are coming to the political scene. Before the pulpit, all the ministers of the established churches must give their sermon on how to smash or absorb communism — but they are not doing that. We are going to do this. Unless we lay the foundation for this, we cannot carry it out. In the Medieval Ages, they had to separate from the cities — statesmanship from the religious field — because people were corrupted at that time. But when it comes to our age, we must have an automatic theocracy to rule the world. So, we cannot separate the political field from the religious. Democracy was born because people ruled the world, like the Pope does. Then, we come to the conclusion that God has to rule the world, and God loving people have to rule the world — and that is logical. We have to purge the corrupted politicians, and the sons of God must rule the world. The separation between religion and politics is what Satan likes most.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

There A Generational Game Here of Some Longstanding

Some older Nebraskans will assume out of hand that the reason youngsters leave for Denver, Chicago, California, etc is because of 'high taxes'.  The youngsters themselves will always tell those who bother to ask that no, the reason they leave is quite simply the lack of things to do.  The oldsters respond by assuring themselves that the departed youngster who just told them to their face that taxes are not the reason they left are just strange, that of course high taxes are the sole reason why those other youngsters have left Nebraska to its gray and stagnant fate.  Good Americans after all are supposed to at least suspect high taxes as the cause of anything bad.  Everyone knows that taxes have a magically profound effect on human behavior in a way that silly abstractions such as general cost of living, cultural vitality, or personal liberty do not. 

Anyways, our provincial bigot of a governor is thinking about getting rid of the state income tax.  And he generally gets whatever he may decide he wants. The intended effect would be of course to move the burden of paying for the state away from the rich and onto the shiftless city poor where it belongs. Though in fact since we are a farming state; with so much of our wealth measured in land, it wouldn't actually be of much benefit to the wealthy either.  It would still be more conservative than thou, which is of course the only truly important thing.