This sums up my evolution better than I could have. Bet it’s highly highly a common sentiment.
— Cernovich (@Cernovich) June 26, 2022
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Wisdom in youth.
There certainly is a God.
They ran roughshod over the “first-trimester” framework which the Burger majority pulled out of its rectum. Down here on the Carolina coast, I know hundreds of women who find nothing wrong with the horrors of Kermit Gosnell, yet would be apoplectic if you walked within ten feet of a sea turtle nest.
As long as you don’t blunder around and step on the eggs, what’s wrong with approaching a turtle nest? I’d like to see one myself. Is there an animal-welfare reason to stay far away?
Princess Cutekitten axed: “Is there an animal-welfare reason to stay far away?”
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Yes. Note the number of idiots that approach the bisons in Yellowstone.
Or the people that take bear spray into bear country.
And on and on.
Mostly city slickers that think wild assed animals are huggable moving images on a tik-tok.
Princess, do you really have to ask? These turtles are a highly protected species and during incubation there is really nothing to see because their nests are covered with sand. The reason for the protection is not so that you and a ba-jillion others cannot see the nests…because you cannot…but so that you and a ba-jillion others will not inadvertently walk on them, place your beach blanket over them and spend the day, or dig down into the nest and disturb that clutch.
So, because of human tendencies to dick around with things that don’t need dicking, rules and enforcement are applied. Iss a goodt thang, too.
Good thang? T’ain’t not. Ever eat sea turtle steak? I have, quite tasty.
Was way back in the day when it was legal, , a turtle crawl enterprise in the Florida Keys. A bloody business but true of any meat harvesting.
Thing is, estimated survival rate, freshly hatched sea turtles, is one in a thousand. I suspect if the government had stayed out of it and let the market handle things, turtle meat harvesters would protect the eggs, assuring their continued income, and the sea turtle population would be much healthier today.
Who’s more persuasive—this lady, or the one below, the thoughtful, articulate one in the black dress, or black top, I’m not sure which it is?
And why do rich—excuse me, “middle-class” white women —swear so enthusiastically? Everyone who went to high school in the ‘70’s, or beyond, has heard those words so many times they are not “shocking,” or “transgressive,” or blah blah blah whatever. You want to impress me? Become fluent enough in a foreign language that your cursing in that language impresses, or scandalizes, a native speaker. English? Go away, little girl, I’ve already heard it thousands of [bleep]ing times. 😊. (I’ve been getting by in Spanish for mumble mumble years, and I tread warily with G-rated colloquialisms, never mind gutter language—not so much because I fear getting smacked, as most people expect nothing better from gabachos, but because I fear botching the bitchery and making a complete fool of myself. Swearing correctly in a foreign language is a rare talent.)
And yes, these “middle-class” American women are rich and powerful. They have material goods, and are treated with deference, that royalty of past years could not have dreamed of. E.g. the swearing. Here they can publicly potty-mouth without penalty. I suspect doing the same in Arabic in Saudi Arabia, for example, might leave Ms. American Rich Lady sprawled bleeding on the sidewalk, and it might not be a man who puts her there. There are still plenty of cultures where public decorum is expected, and enforced, by everybody.