The framework value is liberty.
I saw the news about the assailant who drove his car over people on the bridge near Big Ben and then crashed into the gate of Parliament, got out with a knife, and attacked other people. This person was an Islamic terrorist.
Now think of other examples of terrorism, such as the man who went to the top of the tower at the University of Texas, 50 years ago, and started shooting people. Think also of the many cases of black people being taken and lynched by white supremacists. All these examples of terrorism resulted from assailants not living by the code of a certain culture, a culture which assumes that all individuals are created equal and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, including life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
In 2009, Andrew Neather, who was a speechwriter for British Prime Minister Tony Blair, defended government-engineered mass immigration as the source of a more “interesting” and “cosmopolitan” society, delightful to sophisticated Londoners, as if it were the government’s job to create such pleasures. He stated that there were economic reasons for immigration, but that government ministers were “passionately in favour of a more diverse society. . . . I remember coming away from some discussions with the clear sense that the policy was intended — even if this wasn’t its main purpose — to rub the Right’s nose in diversity and render their arguments out of date.”
Another way to think of a “diverse culture” is a segregated society, one that has different rules for different people.
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In short, a fully diverse culture would be analogous to a group of not-necessarily friendly tribes living in the same area, similar to the way in which Native Americans used to live on nearby but separate reservations in Oklahoma when it was called the Indian Territory. They were called, very accurately, the nations.
One guy who most likely wasn’t a Republican had helped organize the parade. He was tall, late twenties, and the best-dressed person on the scene, including the mayor when he whizzed by. He was wearing neatly-pressed black pants, shiny shoes, a crisp white shirt tastefully accented with a bowtie, and a floor-length American flag draped over his shoulders like Superman, if Truth, Justice, and the American Way had involved accessorizing with Old Glory. He told me he was a lifelong radical who thought free speech was important. Like most Lefties he didn’t have a sense of humor about being called out as a racist.
“They keep tellin’ me white men can’t dance,” he said. “Well I can dance with the best of them. Come on,” he yelled through the fence. “Let’s have a dance marathon. Right here. You scared to dance with me?” But this was Portland. There aren’t that many black people of any sort around and those who could dance had better things to do with their weekends than get mixed up in the political posturings of cosseted white kids.
One guy who might have been a Biker for Trump — he was in his fifties, had a graying biker ponytail, biker boots, biker chains, and a faded Harley-Davison jacket — was standing under a tree trying to talk to a tall, professorial-looking guy. The professor guy was spouting a word salad of Lefty hate speech at the biker, who listened patiently until Professorial Guy started to turn blue from lack of air and had to pause for breath. Biker Guy seen his opportunity and he took it, and said in a voice as calm as an airline pilot announcing he was switching off the seatbelt sign, “You might want to check on the definition of fascist before you go accusing people of that.”
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The guy walking next to me must have been on some kind of watchlist, because, back during the occupation of the Malheur Wildlife Preserve he’d gotten a call while he was driving home from work. The call was from an FBI agent in West Virginia. “When are you going to stand up, Brother?” the FBI guy wanted to know.
“When I get out of the car.”
“When will that be?”
“After I get home.”
“What are you going to do, then?” the FBI guy said.
“Eat dinner, I suppose.”
FBI Guy lost patience with this run-around and asked him, again. “So, when are you going to stand up?”
“What are you talking about, standing up?”
“With your long guns. Out at Malheur with your brothers.”
“When trains start carrying people to the showers.”
That shut FBI Guy up for a while. Then he figured out what my companion was talking about. “Oh, you mean like in Germany?”
“Check,” my guy said. “You going to stand up then?”
“Yeah,” the FBI guy said. “Guess I’ll be doing that.”
“See that you do, Brother.”
We were happily strolling along at the head of the line like I’d planned, enjoying the antics and the beautiful spring morning, when a terrorist snowflake positioned herself in front of me pedaling backwards, and started spouting Lefty psychobabble. There must be a book somewhere, you couldn’t make that stuff up.
Then, having pinioned me with the logic of her case, she folded her arms in triumph and demanded to know what I had to say to that. I told her she needed to lose weight, and she evaporated right there on the sidewalk and nobody ever saw her again.
You definitely won’t be reading this on CNN’s website or watching it on their TV station any time soon, but at least 175 former and current minority employees are filing a law suit against the media company for alleged claims of racial abuse and discrimination. The class-action suit has been growing by leaps and bounds ever since it was first filed in December of last year.
The lawsuit against CNN claims that the company’s Atlanta headquarters is rife with racism, The New York Post wrote on April 27. Some employees allege that they have had abusive words hurled at them, while others say they were paid less than their white coworkers:
Generally speaking, the criticisms of President Trump’s first 100 days (and in general) are based on imaginary stuff:
Imagined problems on his tax returns.
Imagined blackmail by Russia.
Imagined poor performance based on imagining a control case of another imaginary president doing the same job at the same time, but doing it faster.
Imaginary belief that doing things you prefer he not do is similar to not being competent.
Imagined staff problems that are bigger than they are.
Imagined nuclear holocaust that happens because of Trump’s imaginary insanity.
Imagined problems caused by his ignoring of facts that don’t matter.
Imagined future climate calamity. (They could be right, but for now it is imaginary because complex models have a bad track record.)
Gen X’s dating problem is further encumbered by an age paradox. Because you can only make more mistakes as time goes on, that means an ever-decreasing percentage of your generation is dateable. An obvious solution would be to date younger, finding people who haven’t made your mistakes…yet…but there is a problem in dating younger – they’re not mature enough and thus not mentally compatible. This is especially pronounced among male Gen X’ers who did not have children, were never married, and thus far kept their nose clean. You can certainly date younger, but doing so will only cause a headache as you date into the realm of “feminist, empowered, yet completely clueless, Millennial women.” You can date older, but now you run into other men’s children, financially troubled women, lithium prescriptions, Jesus freaks, newly-empowered 40 something feminists, and government-check-addicted Hillary Clinton acolytes. Alas, I’ve seen many male friends ping-pong between the two, with no solution in sight.
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Gen X’ers today need to take a somber look at dating and acknowledge what’s going on. They may also need to entertain the possibility of just being single forever or that their standards are just too high.
Millennials would also do well to pay attention because while they’re hot, young, and beautiful (well…young anyway), the lies they’ve been fed about career, education, “partaaaaaying,” and politics being more important than family, friends, and loved ones will put them in the exact same situation as Gen X and the Baby Boomers before them. One that is certainly not enviable.
Brad and Angelina are considered royalty, not only here in the US but around the world. When the most beautiful man of the 90s-2000s shacks up with the most beautiful woman of the 2000s, it’s pretty much custom-made tabloid Disney candy for the entertainment press and the unwashed masses.
Of course I knew from day one that they would be headed for a breakup (not a divorce, since they were not married for most of their relationship). As always, it was only a question of when. Unlike other monogamous celebrity couples, my guess was that they would actually last around ten years, mostly because Brad Pitt is a total beta.
Wait a minute. Did I just say Brad Pitt is a BETA? Yep. He’s a classic example of betaization. A bad boy Alpha who marries (or co-habits in this case) a Dominant (Angelina) who cracks the whip on his ass and slowly, over many years, turns him into a pussy.
If you look up betaization in the dictionary, you’ll see a squinting picture of Brad Pitt. No wonder he smokes all that weed. If I was married to Angelia Jolie I would too. (If I was dating Jolie or banging Jolie, I’d be a happy boy. But if I was living with her in a monogamous, married-like relationship…ugh…pass that blunt, dude.)
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– Since it’s pretty much a law that all Hollywood actors must be left-wingers, Jolie and Pitt later used the excuse that they didn’t want to get married until gay marriage was legal. They were full of shit of course, and stupidly and ridiculously got legally married in August of 2014, when gay marriage was still illegal. coughliarscough!
– Not being quite a stupid as Britney Spears, Jolie and Pitt did sign a prenup. It’s rumored that Jolie put an “adultery clause” in there, though reports conflict as to exactly what that means. Speculation ranges from Pitt getting royally divorce raped if he cheated on Jolie in any way, all the way to Pitt may actually be allowed to bang women on the side as long as he didn’t get serious with them (a standard OLTR rule, and a wise one). Of course, if Jolie allowed Pitt to get laid on the side, she would become one of my new heroes, alongside Will Smith and Jada Pinkett. However, reports conflict, this is just speculation, and we will probably never know the full truth.
– Since humans are not capable of long-term sexual monogamy, Pitt apparently cheated on Jolie, allegedly with a shocking unattractive and married French actress named Marion Cotillard. (And I would bet $10,000 that Jolie cheated on Brad a few times during their 12 year “monogamous” relationship as well, but you won’t ever hear about this in the media. The media has a vested interest in keeping at least of semblance of Disney alive, so we can’t have both icons cheating on each other.) Marion Cotillard of course denies everything because her husband is standing right next to her. (Though in his defense, he’s French, so he would understand.)
I don’t remember exactly what my guess was. Think I guessed six years. I ended up being one year off. In one of his latest posts he revealed he got separated last year from the woman I’m sure he told all of his friends was Not Like The Rest™. I’m sure, back when he got married, he told everyone that This Would Work™ because she went to college, or because he’s smart and Knows What He’s Doing™, or because she hasn’t had sex with too many men before him, or one of the other many irrelevant, left-brain excuses smarter people use to defend long-term Disney monogamy.
Even when I got married as a rash, uninformed, 25 year-old beta male, I knew it was a long shot and that I was probably making a mistake. Even while I was married, I was never defending marriage and I was warning all of my unmarried buddies to stay unmarried. Experience over the last few years as Blackdragon has shown me that I was a very unusual exception to the rule in this regard. Recently-married people tend to be the strongest defenders of monogamy there are, though they usually end up cheating or divorced just like everyone else.
I am 100% confident that if I walked up to Adams a few years ago as he was preparing to get married to Ms. Not Like The Rest™ and showed him all the facts, stats, science, and evidence that clearly show humans were never designed for long-term monogamy and usually end up getting divorced or cheating, he would react the typical way the typical NRE-filled, oneitis-infected, Societally Programmed, Disney-infested person usually does. In other words, he would say I was full of shit and likely would have attacked me personally.
Today he’s singing a very different tune: