Some people will say that words like scum and rotten are wrong for Objective Journalism — which is true, but they miss the point. It was the built-in blind spots of the Objective rules and dogma that allowed Nixon to slither into the White House in the first place. He looked so good on paper that you could almost vote for him sight unseen. He seemed so all-American, so much like Horatio Alger, that he was able to slip through the cracks of Objective Journalism. You had to get Subjective to see Nixon clearly, and the shock of recognition was often painful. ~Hunter S. Thompson, "He Was A Crook" published June 16th, 1994 in Rolling Stone magazine....
Joe: For the last time, I'm pretty sure what's killing the crops is this Brawndo stuff.Secretary of State: But Brawndo's got what plants crave. It's got electrolytes.Attorney General: "So wait a minute. What you're saying is that you want us to put water on the crops.Joe: Yes.Attorney General: Water. Like out the toilet?Joe: Well, I mean, it doesn't have to be out of the toilet, but, yeah, that's the idea.Secretary of State: But Brawndo's got what plants crave.Attorney General: It's got electrolytes.Joe: Okay, look. The plants aren't growing, so I'm pretty sure that the Brawndo's not working. Now, I'm no botanist, but I do know that if you put water on plants, they grow.Secretary of Energy: Well, I've never seen no plants grow out of no toilet.Secretary of State: Hey, that's good. You sure you ain't the smartest guy in the world?Joe: Okay, look. You want to solve this problem. I want to get my pardon. So why don't we just try it, okay, and not worry about what plants crave?Attorney General: Brawndo's got what plants crave.Secretary of Energy: Yeah, it's got electrolytes.Joe: What are electrolytes? Do you even know?Secretary of State: It's what they use to make Brawndo.~From the film Idiocracy....
You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings. A man loves a woman. Don't matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "you can never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time. Forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is. ~Augustus Hill, from the HBO series Oz, S1.E2 "Visits, Conjugal and otherwise."
I saw this (again, I'm pretty sure) last night.
I'm increasingly convinced (and to a degree I have been for decades) that a lot of this "Fascist" bullshit is less actual belief in the tenets of Fascism or even of Nazi shit than some kind of weird post-modern sexual fetish born out of playing the Fallout games too much and thinking the Enclave was the fucking good guys.
Seems like that's the only way one could arrive at idolizing the 1970's Station Wagon and some weird-ass fetish for (and interpretation of) the 1950's farm-girl housewife and throw in some freakish bullshit like "Breast-milk ice cream.*
I mean, the entire concept makes me wanna throw up. I say that specifically as a former conservative Republican who's from a rural area and who likes Boobs.
I'm not joking when I say that, the space between the town I lived in when I was a kid and the town next door where my partner grew up a decade later was all farms when I was a kid. My Mom did the house-wife thing a bit but also had a business doing craft shows (and quite often made more money than my Dad.) I was raised going to church. I know the whole "Trad" thing.
And it ain't This.
Like, nobody wants to do any of this shit but these weirdos.
And that's not what Statue Guy wants, either, he wants Fetish Porn, but as his life.
Real life is, by definition, not like that. That's why it's Porn.
Seriously I was a kid in the 1970's and 1980's, a lot of the cars were junk, nearly all my friends Moms worked, and nobody who'd lived through them really had anything good to say about the 1950's either. A shit-ton of the stories I grew up hearing from people in my parents' peer groups were from Hippies, Vietnam veterans and Vietnam veterans-turned Hippies.
Plus, I was raised on music like Johnny Cash, John Denver, Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson.
At the end of the day what these nuts want, honestly, is for the world to be creepily even more freaking Man-centered and if they're that way about cars and sex, their theology is probably the same. Think about that.
Oh, right, it is.
These dudes don't give a damn about Jesus or traditional culture, even in specifically (and possibly especially in) the "White" American sense.
They each, one and all, think their Schwantz is God.
Speaking as a former conservative Christian, it's funny how most cults end up with exactly that, sooner or later.
And they pretty much want to be hooked up to a world turned into an IV that pumps narcissistic fuel right straight into their veins and that basically just gives everybody else shit.
Worse, they think that somehow because Something Something Gazpacho, the rest of us are just supposed to take it and like it.
We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. ~George Orwell, 1984
No, bro, none of this works like that.
As regards the screenshot above, I'm an addict, my partner's an addict, we have both kicked habits the freaking hard way. I don't wanna go back to that life. She doesn't either. That life cost me a career and nearly cost me living. I'd rather die than live in a world where she gets drugged into being a housewife.
I mean, come on, what the fuck is (or was) wrong with people??
Perhaps I'm wrong in saying These Fucking People's ideal end-state is "The Killing Fields of Khmer Rouge Cambodia, but with an Applebee's and a mall and shit."
Perhaps it needs to be updated to "The Poppy fields of 1990's Taliban Afghanistan, but with a Church, Cryptocurrency and a Station Wagon, set in some Levittown-style neighborhood."
Speaking of the 1970's this sounds weirdly like some sort of Twilight Zone rerun like routinely scared the shit out of me when I was a little kid.
Man: Why don't we get some kind of battering ram?
Frank Henderson: Yeah, we could go over to Bennett Avenue, Phil Cline has some heavy pipe in his basement, I've seen it.
Man: No, no, that would bring him into the act too, and who cares about saving him? No, if we do that, we'll let all those people know we have a shelter on our street. We'll have a whole mob to contend with, with a whole bunch of strangers.
Mrs. Henderson: Sure, and what right have they got to come over here? This isn't their street, this isn't their shelter.
Jerry Harlowe: Oh, this is our shelter, and on the next street that's another country. Patronize home industries, you idiots, you fools, you're insane, all of you.
~ The Twilight Zone, Season 3, Episode 3: The Shelter, 1961 (Quoted from the Stonekettle Station post "Bomb Shelter.")
Like, what the
fuck is
wrong with these people??
Among other things, it's supposed to be the holiday season.
And they can't even take a break from being shitty for that.
The thing about people like Valentina Gomez is that she'll keep at it and be tolerated for as long as she keeps appealing to bigotry and male ego, like a more-malevolent Sarah Palin with an accent.
And she doesn't care that These Fucking People would rather worship devils and idols of gold than just *Checks Notes* Love Their Neighbors, like the Lord's Word says to do.
This, effectively almost an Anti-civilization, is what the Far Right calls "Tradition."
This isn't tradition, it's insanity.
It's not gonna work out the way they think it will.
You either believe in freedom or you don't.
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And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.) And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. ~Luke 2:1-14
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If we lose freedom here, there is no place to escape to. This is the last stand on Earth. And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except to sovereign people, is still the newest and most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man. This is the issue of this election. Whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capital can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves. ~Ronald Reagan
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