Thanks for cluing me in about Owen Benjamin, I’ve really been enjoying his work.
Sam L.February 7, 2018, 9:15 AM
Right on, Right ON, RIGHT ON!
GoneWithTheWindFebruary 7, 2018, 10:52 AM
It is just a matter of time before we hear of people throwing acid in the faces of women in America who do not dress appropriately for Islam. But, honestly I do not expect that to change liberal minds. In fact what I do expect from them is to suggest that we wear those thngs that are acceptable to Islam as some kind of middle ground or tolerance thing.
BramFebruary 7, 2018, 11:33 AM
It’s also a matter of time before some of the attacks on women end with dead Muslims on the receiving end from concealed carriers.
RichardFebruary 7, 2018, 11:41 AM
I am convinced that a significant proportion of these toxic creatures will find peace living under smothering Sharia law, where their roles will be specific and controlled. Like children, they will be comforted by bold, clear boundaries and concomitant enforcement. Sad, that the moral cowardice among Western “patriarchy” allowed this social chancre to fester and become gangrenous. Robert Bork nailed it in Slouching Towards Gomorrah. Uncompromising, devout Muslim men will not have to learn from our mistakes, for they would never make them in the first place. Well played, girls. Well played, indeed.
Rob De WittFebruary 7, 2018, 1:03 PM
Stephen Hunter said it best at the end of Soft Target:
The West…has been destroyed by the people it was built to protect: its women.
The West lasted from AD 732, when Charles Martel defeated the Muslims at Tours, until 1960, where it fell without a battle. In 1960, the birth control pill became widely available. Many think of it as heaven, sexual nirvana, the route to self-expression, wish fulfillment, and liberation for millions of women. I think of it as Auschwitz in a bottle. It was and is genocide, as, using it, the women of my generation happily traded off 1,200 years of unparalleled growth, wealth, security, stability, scientific and ethical progress for a second BMW in the garage. The West ceased producing at a sustainable rate, while Islam continued to populate the world. You may look elsewhere for the demographics. This fact cannot be avoided: we Westerners currently may be analogized to upper-class Brits on the deck of the Titanic, April 12, 1912. My, my, why is the great ship tilting a bit? Why, dear, it’s probably some minor malfunction that the handsome young men will soon fix. Meanwhile, may I have another aperitif, steward?
But not only did the pill doom the West from without by limiting population, it destroyed the culture from within by destroying the gyroscope of civilization – that is, the balance between the sexes. The sexes had existed for that glorious 1,200-year span in a kind of brilliant equipoise: men provided and protected, women nourished and nurtured. It was a sublimely efficient system, if harsh. The result was generation after generation of bold, intelligent, hardy risk takers, driven by their fathers’ sense of duty but made compassionate by their mothers’ mercy. They were afraid of nothing, committed to a larger thing than themselves, all united in their confident sense of destiny. The men did what they had to do, the women did what they had to do. Together, they built a thing called civilization. In all realms, from the scientific to the industrial to the aesthetic to the military to the intellectual and the medical, Western thought and culture prevailed. It was extraordinary, and it seems even now absurd that we threw it away in a single generation.
After 1960, the dominos fell quickly. Once the size of a family could be controlled, it shrank; women returned to the workplace. Soon – believe me, I am not arguing that they are “dumb” or in any way “inferior” – they were making equal or even more than the males, so male authority was challenged and, metaphorically, that leveraged and ultimately destroyed the whole concept of authority. Simultaneously, with small family size, more was invested in each of 2.4 children, so that the death of one meant a shattering emotional wastage. Soldiers could no longer died in the thousands, much less the hundreds. Without defenders, we are doomed.
If we should ever hear about acid attacks in this country, it’s because the press has failed to ignore it. Like they do with everything else concerning the Religion of Peace.
ChexFebruary 7, 2018, 2:57 PM
Well, Islam means “submission”.
I lived in Riyad for a few months. Women could not drive. They could not even appear in public without a male escort (a boy would suffice). Completely covered, head to toe- if a female did not comply, ANY random man could come up to her and strike her, berate her, etc. But usually, women were simply nowhere to be seen.
This situation led to a palpable sexual tension everywhere, as the balancing yin to the dominant yang was absent. You would see things like men walking down the street holding hands… and an inordinate affection toward young boys would manifest- the absence of the repressed feminine anima would break through in abnormal behavior.
Worldwide, Islam is the fastest growing religion…
DavidFebruary 7, 2018, 3:30 PM
Bravo too you and the creator of this video.
Lynne WolfeFebruary 7, 2018, 4:49 PM
Yeppers! It’s time!
Let’s all throw out a big cheer and thank you to Justin Trudeau, asshole of the ages!
PatvannFebruary 7, 2018, 5:30 PM
I weep.
Dan PattersonFebruary 8, 2018, 2:17 AM
The Tree of Knowledge, The Right to Vote, and now this.
RedactedFebruary 8, 2018, 6:17 AM
Now that Macy’s is selling hijabs, you will start seeing non-muslim women wearing them as a fashion/political statement. It is not to great a leap to predict that some subset of them will convert to Islam as a statement of individuality or protest. What they will learn is that Islam is forever. It is a one way ride. Put on the hijab and never remove it.
ButchFebruary 8, 2018, 7:57 AM
Sorry, I couldn’t hear a thing because the music drowned out everything.
From Eric Hoffer in The True Believer: “Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. Of what avail is freedom to choose if the self be ineffectual? We join a mass movement to escape individual responsibility, or, in the words of the ardent young Nazi, ‘to be free from freedom.’ It was not sheer hypocrisy when the rank-and-file Nazis declared themselves not guilty of all the enormities they had committed. They considered themselves cheated and maligned when made to shoulder responsibility for obeying orders. Had they not joined the Nazi movement in order to be free from responsibility?”
theduchessofkittyFebruary 8, 2018, 3:22 PM
“Promising them liberty, while they themselves are servants of corruption; for a man is brought into bondage by whoever overcomes him.” – 2 Peter 2:19
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice.
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress.
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountains start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
– – WH Auden
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
Camouflage
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
Down valley a smoke haze
Three days heat, after five days rain
Pitch glows on the fir-cones
Across rocks and meadows
Swarms of new flies.
I cannot remember things I once read
A few friends, but they are in cities.
Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup
Looking down for miles
Through high still air.
BY GARY SNYDER
Chimes of Freedom
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
“From a student radical/hippie/leftist of the Free Speech Movement/Vietnam Day Commitee era and a full-on Democratic Liberal in the decades after, I think I’ve evolved a politics that is neither right nor left but is, in its elemental nature, draconian. In the last 20 years, I’ve taken apart my beliefs with a sledgehammer. Now I’ve got to put the surviving parts back together with tweezers and other ‘shabby equipment, always deteriorating’.”
Byzantium
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
– – W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939
De Breanski
VAN GOGH
Hillegas
To the Stonecutters
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
— Robinson Jeffers
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
from “1054 AD”
Sometimes it seems I had a dream, and, as a dreamer woke immersed in mineral baths closed within a cool, dark chamber fed by streams flowing in from the center of nowhere.
Hanging from the granite ceiling a kerosene lantern cast shards of light through the pale steam rising from the surface of the pools.
Ripples radiated outwards from the edges of my body and tapping faintly on the rock revealed the edges of the chamber.
Outside I could hear the wind slide across the spine of the mountains, speaking in a language that I remembered but could no longer understand.
Steam filled my nostrils and heat penetrated my bones until, after a time, I had no body, only a sense of silence and distance and calm.
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Thanks for cluing me in about Owen Benjamin, I’ve really been enjoying his work.
Right on, Right ON, RIGHT ON!
It is just a matter of time before we hear of people throwing acid in the faces of women in America who do not dress appropriately for Islam. But, honestly I do not expect that to change liberal minds. In fact what I do expect from them is to suggest that we wear those thngs that are acceptable to Islam as some kind of middle ground or tolerance thing.
It’s also a matter of time before some of the attacks on women end with dead Muslims on the receiving end from concealed carriers.
I am convinced that a significant proportion of these toxic creatures will find peace living under smothering Sharia law, where their roles will be specific and controlled. Like children, they will be comforted by bold, clear boundaries and concomitant enforcement. Sad, that the moral cowardice among Western “patriarchy” allowed this social chancre to fester and become gangrenous. Robert Bork nailed it in Slouching Towards Gomorrah. Uncompromising, devout Muslim men will not have to learn from our mistakes, for they would never make them in the first place. Well played, girls. Well played, indeed.
Stephen Hunter said it best at the end of Soft Target:
The West…has been destroyed by the people it was built to protect: its women.
The West lasted from AD 732, when Charles Martel defeated the Muslims at Tours, until 1960, where it fell without a battle. In 1960, the birth control pill became widely available. Many think of it as heaven, sexual nirvana, the route to self-expression, wish fulfillment, and liberation for millions of women. I think of it as Auschwitz in a bottle. It was and is genocide, as, using it, the women of my generation happily traded off 1,200 years of unparalleled growth, wealth, security, stability, scientific and ethical progress for a second BMW in the garage. The West ceased producing at a sustainable rate, while Islam continued to populate the world. You may look elsewhere for the demographics. This fact cannot be avoided: we Westerners currently may be analogized to upper-class Brits on the deck of the Titanic, April 12, 1912. My, my, why is the great ship tilting a bit? Why, dear, it’s probably some minor malfunction that the handsome young men will soon fix. Meanwhile, may I have another aperitif, steward?
But not only did the pill doom the West from without by limiting population, it destroyed the culture from within by destroying the gyroscope of civilization – that is, the balance between the sexes. The sexes had existed for that glorious 1,200-year span in a kind of brilliant equipoise: men provided and protected, women nourished and nurtured. It was a sublimely efficient system, if harsh. The result was generation after generation of bold, intelligent, hardy risk takers, driven by their fathers’ sense of duty but made compassionate by their mothers’ mercy. They were afraid of nothing, committed to a larger thing than themselves, all united in their confident sense of destiny. The men did what they had to do, the women did what they had to do. Together, they built a thing called civilization. In all realms, from the scientific to the industrial to the aesthetic to the military to the intellectual and the medical, Western thought and culture prevailed. It was extraordinary, and it seems even now absurd that we threw it away in a single generation.
After 1960, the dominos fell quickly. Once the size of a family could be controlled, it shrank; women returned to the workplace. Soon – believe me, I am not arguing that they are “dumb” or in any way “inferior” – they were making equal or even more than the males, so male authority was challenged and, metaphorically, that leveraged and ultimately destroyed the whole concept of authority. Simultaneously, with small family size, more was invested in each of 2.4 children, so that the death of one meant a shattering emotional wastage. Soldiers could no longer died in the thousands, much less the hundreds. Without defenders, we are doomed.
If we should ever hear about acid attacks in this country, it’s because the press has failed to ignore it. Like they do with everything else concerning the Religion of Peace.
Well, Islam means “submission”.
I lived in Riyad for a few months. Women could not drive. They could not even appear in public without a male escort (a boy would suffice). Completely covered, head to toe- if a female did not comply, ANY random man could come up to her and strike her, berate her, etc. But usually, women were simply nowhere to be seen.
This situation led to a palpable sexual tension everywhere, as the balancing yin to the dominant yang was absent. You would see things like men walking down the street holding hands… and an inordinate affection toward young boys would manifest- the absence of the repressed feminine anima would break through in abnormal behavior.
Worldwide, Islam is the fastest growing religion…
Bravo too you and the creator of this video.
Yeppers! It’s time!
Let’s all throw out a big cheer and thank you to Justin Trudeau, asshole of the ages!
I weep.
The Tree of Knowledge, The Right to Vote, and now this.
Now that Macy’s is selling hijabs, you will start seeing non-muslim women wearing them as a fashion/political statement. It is not to great a leap to predict that some subset of them will convert to Islam as a statement of individuality or protest. What they will learn is that Islam is forever. It is a one way ride. Put on the hijab and never remove it.
Sorry, I couldn’t hear a thing because the music drowned out everything.
From Eric Hoffer in The True Believer: “Unless a man has the talents to make something of himself, freedom is an irksome burden. Of what avail is freedom to choose if the self be ineffectual? We join a mass movement to escape individual responsibility, or, in the words of the ardent young Nazi, ‘to be free from freedom.’ It was not sheer hypocrisy when the rank-and-file Nazis declared themselves not guilty of all the enormities they had committed. They considered themselves cheated and maligned when made to shoulder responsibility for obeying orders. Had they not joined the Nazi movement in order to be free from responsibility?”
“Promising them liberty, while they themselves are servants of corruption; for a man is brought into bondage by whoever overcomes him.” – 2 Peter 2:19