The currently easily disposable male is useful tool at one’s beck and call all for the promise of easy sex. A resource to be financially mined at a later date as a stopgap measure in case of a paucity of current likely candidates for emotional harvesting. The current trend in #MeToo styled media disseminated mass movements setting a precedent of the removal of any credibility of the standard male by a very public display of what is seemingly a heartfelt emotional declaration by any female that she has been despoiled by same. This allegation can range back as far as childhood and need not have any substantiation beyond a few well chosen tear stained statements claiming manipulation by the man who had supposedly demanded sex without commitment. A very ironic proposition in a era when so many women engage very freely over both their adolescence early adulthood in libidinous sex as a matter of course. Not quite the classic despoiled virgin of the mythic Belle Epoque Fin d’Siecle! The infiltration of general society by Socialist causes having rotted away any protection for the male in terms of being immediately culpable of wrongdoing if they have engaged in any sexual activity with the woman. Or, at this juncture in time, any contemplation of the same.
These forays in the realm of personal human relations against the being very similar in structure to the useful employ of the term ‘anti-Semitism‘ when volleyed by those the of hegemonic Jewish lineage against those who they are at odds with. Or with the currently unsanctioned public use of the term ‘Nigger‘ by anyone from the Caucasian lineage. Something employed as a show-stopper by Negros in general to enfranchise their employ of the threat of their potentially violent behavior. Something quite similar in an equivalent manner as the notion of there being an endemic racism manifest a priori within all Northern European descended people. All these motifs being branches of the same tree of Marxism. Something which in turn is merely chapter and verse from the core doctrine of the cult of traditional Judaism’s tried and true central playbook. The polite term currently in use in modern society being Liberal or Left Wing. There being no surprise that the underpinnings in every form of this Left Liberal Orthodoxy is run strictly upon the Soviet model. One common proof of all this resting in all the strict taboos built up both legally and in common vernacular to stay a safe distance by employing vague euphemism’s rather than directly single out any transgressions by these groups via historical or verifiable documentary evidence that substantiate the veracity of these conclusions.
It is with little irony that relations between the men and women within Western Society are at grave peril by the point of the spear from this form of attack. The ultimate goal being to erode their position and power in this current transitional phase of a politically corrected modern society and eventually nullify it. That long festering devisive dogma of Feminism accompanied by its corollary of perpetual victim hood being at its foundation serving as that critical sledgehammer to completely disenfranchise any preeminent male and thus take down current society to the weeds. The points of order of this plan demanding that those evidencing a vibrant constructive masculinity be completely replaced by decadent non-productive segments existing at the fringe of society or mass immigration of foreigners born of diametrically contradictory cultural traditions that wish to shift things to their liking.
All this cannot be accomplished if the current society that remains tenuously in force is founded upon that natural coalition of a traditional male and female based family organization. The Socialist state must cuckold the male for the sake of obtaining the female as its permanent mate controlling her through the ongoing promise of security and care. The individual male being de-evolved to a defacto beast of burden and institutionally lacking in the capacity to positively respond to anything more challenging that trivial demands from maternal based sources. The ready supply of plentiful male cannon fodder still at hand for internecine conflicts needed to defeat internal rivals and maintain the illusion of ongoing external political threats too keep any questions threatening subservience to a trickle. The outcome of this strategy currently in play being to at the very least create constant friction between the sexes developing both parties in an atmosphere of mistrust. The transformation of of current formative generations through technology and ceaseless indoctrination being counted on to solidify this transition to the gold standard of a pyramidal hierarchy where the mass of humanity is under the proverbial boot ready to try out its tenure of stamping upon the face of a humanity purged of the threat of rival males forever.
“mangina” – Etymology: A blend of a man and a vagina. Noun: A derogatory slang for a man who identifies with a Feminist
I imagine that many women enter in a safe relationship with a man initially believing that they have a beta male that they can limit and control if necessary. But they often find out down the road that they have been assessed by that same male as a similar commodity that serves as a place keeper for something more meaningful. A fact that becomes a blow to the ego of the woman but not for that of the man as he understand from the get go that he is being used where she still holds onto an unrealistic sense of fantasy based upon the swing of her emotions. The women eventually by middle age become emptied of all notions of empathy or a desire to extend any level of kindness and build their world around the next best alternative of pet that must deliver unrequited affection as it is in their care as a prisoner. The background level of inherent mistrust by successive generations that grow up under this sort of tutelage undermines the bonds of connection and destroys any possibility of romance or the ability to define it for that generation.
Is it any wonder that in the current time frame of the present that programs of Marxist agendas of the destabilization of Western institutions that were once cloaked within the safety of the arcane terminologies of Jewish inspired philosophies have now come so brutally out of the closet condemning anything counter to their aims as racist and oppressive. That mistaken notion that one can no longer have a discussion with anyone deemed a ‘NAZI‘. The contraction of the term itself losing the ‘SOCIALIST‘ component defeating any historical political context to become an unalterable label to be pinned on anyone cast as an opponent that demands there be only a single absolutely necessary hostile course of action. The response needing no further internal debate fully sanctified despite any contradictory evidence offered in the encounter. The interaction from that point on fielded over to one of a test of power of one’s ability to mount overwhelming physical aggression by acting within the safe anonymity of mob action and discarding any individual reason. The transparency of the longstanding singular world view of the ever persistent cultural insurgents evident over history becoming now fully visible and manifest in our own era.
The tried and true dogma employ of endlessly proselytizing the notion of perpetrator and victim deserving a righteous response per the overbearing judgement of an unseen higher power taken straight from the Pentateuch. That age old notion without any definable earthly boundaries or moral limits accorded to any outside of a tribe kept within a perpetual lockstep of intellectual deprivation. The notion of equal outcomes inherent in the most popularized sense Democracy being a simple, “Will of the majority, end of story!”, not a supportable concept outside the Utopian fiction loving province of the mind. A symptom of a lack of development from the solipsistic ego state of a child and not that of an adult based sense of pondering difficult issues employing the intellectual. Orders concerning what to think and when to think it always being handed down seamlessly from above and ALWAYS accepted by the group without question. Whatever the individual thinks privately on his own time is of no concern as long as he does not act upon it. The pressure inherent within a true Republic where a governing body headed up by a single leader must constantly take into account and treat with the complexities of shifting public opinion completely absent within this other Socialistic hive based model. Women by their inherent behavior to work within the secure boundaries in the safe state of consensus being a better choice for the current sense of Democracy. That is why anything male and likely to challenge such arrangements must be denigrated lest that sense of inferred community can be exposed as nothing more than a tyranny from above.
The idea of making women fully equal to men in this sense of making key decisions about governance and the final say about the structuring of society attacks the most vulnerable part of a Republic based structure. A Democracy in the form advanced by Marxists is a tyranny that demands all blindly accept the ceremonial ritual of voting by what is characterized as a clear majority. That notion presupposes that an enlightened society is a mono-culture where men and women as exactly the same as far as society is concerned. This extends to any group that can be used as a tool to destabilize Western Society. Women provide the best candidates for exploiting in enabling this strategy. Anyone who is willing to look beyond the dogma of their beliefs in the long term knows that this is just not so. Men and women along with any other definable group may occasionally have similarities in practice but in terms of the genus are radically different in their innate functions and outlook as produced by the evolutionary process of biology and the application of external circumstances as noted in recorded history and behavioral sciences. The notion that one can breed out these differences over generations coming from the playbook of Eugenics. That perspective held traditionally by elites composed of privileged individuals and groups that are Sociopaths. Those that see their immediate positions of power and influence as a means of obtaining further dominance over the rest of their species. As such, they spend their time devising strategies to apply to the weakest links within current society to encourage them en masse to work together too aid in their own destruction. The various social and national movements of the last several centuries descending into overlapping ‘isms’ that all motivate unique individuals to surrender their uneasy uniqueness for a more secure sense of mindless conformity that theoretically insulates them from responsibility of accounting for their own mistakes.
Women in our current society constantly while being accorded every possible advantage over men institutionally given the mistaken notion that the opposite is true. So much so that in the public domain no one dare say anything to the contrary without risking extreme forms of social outing in terms of work and association. The underlying message to women, not to mention any other usefully insurgent designated minority, being that they have power without the responsibility to own up for their use of it. This blank check seen by those identified as their categorical adversaries as a rigged game. The society then becomes fractured in its adherence to ethics and an extinction of the practice of moral behavior for its own sake. Fear of raining down the power of the State upon one’s transgressions with the current doctrines of rule then becoming the only motivation to provide and tacit unequivocal adherence. The smart phone now in almost universal addictive use being the perfect means and example of reconfiguring human existence in a cellular based motif of lifelong incarceration. The Panopticon of modern communications and potential for instantaneous surveillance from hidden quarters that such a society as configured presents permanently separating and resorting the herd of internally vacant and lonely individuals as required.
Thrown away in the desert of a failing imagination. Dreams of fitful imaginings cluttered with doubts. Images projected in general. Elements that have to be reassembled. Such is the state of one’s own vanity in the dead of empty early morning. Take the original and duplicate the layer within. Put another element in there and mask out the second layer appropriately. No matter what you provide, are you getting this right? Are you caught in the dawning of an essential mistake?
Awake, Awake again as if unsettled by the external Klang of metal upon metal. The thread of mental impressions caught in that waking providing an unsettling perspective to someone alone and anonymous in slow fade chronologically from this material existence. Is Hell nothing more than being trapped in the solitary cell of your own consciousness? Exhausting all the keys on this qwerty keyboard in what is now fast becoming an arcane language of a rapidly passing time! Who after all would want to be recognized for their notoriety in this present day rotten cake slice pretending culture? There are no more heroes offering virtue. Only murderous clowns that entertain the public prurient interests through the institutional retelling of the depravity of their mayhem. One’s own personal Hell would be eternally safer by comparison. When you are young you want to reinforce the notion of a connection with your immortality. When you get old you just wait for it to be over.
The billionaires now use their muscle to furiously trying to topple national governments through the auspices of the monster organizations that they daily dictate to. This wolf masquerading in a different variation of sheep’s clothing. A live ride into to town on the green line train through the ever-present insanity of the B’-ghetto. Singular escalators into the trash compactor. Pongo lines of young Japanese business men bouncing into pedestrians descending on the staircase designated “up”.
The process of self-expression is climb upon the same old monkey bars of the efforts of others. The words come canned with habitual meanings and the author re-configures their collective nuance, if he is clever. But given there are so many other foreign tongues, some related, some not, Then in that case devotion to this nuance can have an adverse quite opposite effect. The analogy of a strict seven year old reading level as the most easily translate-able another form of correspondence. Consider the current hurtle of the public access of online assets ceded by large service providers. Purposefully arcane but increasingly unforgiving of all but their own conception of exemplary performance. All in the name of the public good. All with the expressed goal of re-envisioning society their way and their way only.
The flame thrower in the carnival becomes a soldier burning the enemy with an equivalent weapon of war. Amazing in the circle of the street and unforgivingly deadly on the fields of war. You get what you deserve in the end based upon the path that you follow. Feather trimmed by the unexpected.
After a third round of communication with Blurb.com (see “Authors Must Read” for details) I have pulled all my books from their company site and will no longer be doing business with them. Considering some seven years and hundreds of hours of time and money spent setting them up for print production by these clowns posing as business people. I do not do this lightly.
However, I cannot in all good conscious deal with a company that does not protect its customers. One that bends to the whim of parties unspecified and then won’t even provide any details as to what is exactly the situation is about. Let them service other careless Liberals who say and do what they are told and daily engage in customary hypocrisy virtue signaling but never backing up their pathetic words with and meaningful action.
Perhaps other authors who have a mind to bind their ideas into the printed page might reconsider the impact of the current corporate hegemony whatever their views in terms of similar cases of potential vulnerability to material that can be arbitrarily yanked at any time?
Everyone has their own path and challenges. For me I would rather have the power to control my own ideas as opposed to by bullied by some organization that won’t even give me the respect of a discussion. Goodby Blurb.com!
I had supposed long ago that when l left middle school I felt that I was as likely a candidate for being generally considered as worthy of consideration of being as educated person as the next. This did not mean that I had been recognized by those who officially designate such things as an exemplary student or even a stand out athlete. It did mean in a more personal sense of same that I had made a pact with myself to take the coming challenges that I sensed were out there waiting to be encountered and make it my business to find a way to compensate for any of the shortcomings that I might be found to be insurmountable. A mental exercise held with myself and myself alone. Yet, in hindsight, a mental exercise unlike one from any previous time where one would expect to build upon the foundation of current society. But one that would seem to suggest being the subject of an experiment who had as a result of it had been thoroughly indoctrinated by a divergent cultural perspective insinuated simultaneously while the facade of something reasonably conventional had been thoroughly diffused. The medium of what was loosely considered family entertainment in the home called television. The late nineteen-sixties became considered a time of the start of a significant fundamental shift in the mindset of the population of the Western World from national to a global oneness. The irony being that the designated rival of Communism versus what I was told was Capitalism was in fact simply a different means based upon a slightly different structure of social control. Given the hindsight of so many decades since, it is now apparent that those times found me pre-programed to accept and even in my own way enable this change.
The significance of an active violent cancellation of national leadership by internally planned assassination that represented the mainstream social mores some five years previous by what were essentially a well-embedded cadre maintaining clandestine Socialist based ideologues. The predecessors of the same institutionalized defacto standards that are now prevalent affecting all citizens of the USA. Old dynasty’s that had been subsequently dissolved in fruitless massively destructive internecine rivalries of their hereditary leaderships that subsequently dismantled their control while transitioning all wealth in the process into the hands of agents interspersed at all levels that had tirelessly work from within to depose them. The domestic based agents of this hegemony having been introduced to seats of great influence through an open gate provided by the quasi-Socialist administration of Franklin Delano Roosevelt who had been instrumental in ensuring a subsequent world war. Once again functioning upon a global scale through the organ of the U.S. Federal Government, these operatives assuming existing control of the nation initially through emergency economic measures that easily transitioned into war powers based executive branch mandates. A recondite Socialist ingrained elite that acted at the behest of the overseas cabal directing the dissolution of Europe and Asia through an unprecedented level of conflict through modern arms. The segments of commerce and mass communication directly in the hands of this group whose mission was to destroy the remaining vestiges of old empires remaining after the last horrendous world conflict and replace them with their global based vision of the same. These viewpoints collectively assuming the cover term. “Liberal.” A polite term that masked the transplanted quasi-religious sect from Eastern Europe that had in recent centuries fashioned their own members into the model of what would be known as the modern multi-national corporation Something that had once again been evident in the subsequently assassinated President’s compromise to gain power in election. The members of his cabinet taken from a select group of the previous leadership that had conducted this elitist’s gambit in the second world war some twenty years previous.
My own formative generation that had been superficially ingrained with what today might be called the ‘traditional values’ from our parents in actuality primed to dispose of them. Though the ‘old’ generation had also been passively indoctrinated through hard times by Hollywood movies and national radio broadcasts that attempted to instill a collective consciousness through a singular popular identity of unilateral passivity in patriotism. Something that did not exist in light of the constant flood of immigrants from overseas burdening a newly birthed egalitarian professed society that did not in actuality possess one. The avatars that were presented encompassing a morality based upon cartoon values as guided in media bombardment by that same previously mentioned foreign cabal. Something that had been silently invaded a century previous and subsequently molded into the heir apparent of the old European mentality challenged empires. . Now they were free to continue their enterprise as the last wholly intact force to reshape the damage on a global scale that they had wrought by their agency. The facade of professing newness while demonstrating a fearful illusory umbrella of mutually assured destruction with the designated ‘strawman’ rival of what was called Communism. A world view that had eventually became recognized as a public relations based construct that was part and parcel the exact same system except based upon the use of a consumerism as a means of indirect social control.
Now my generation and I were fashioned into a contradictory framework of being both a consumer and social anarchist. The manifestation of same in using our resources to gain purchase ideological materials in the form of books, audio recordings and paraphernalia that enhanced a youthful young adult motif of an adherent to the amorphous lack of values of something called a counterculture. The springboard the propaganda promoting a facade to the disassembled world of ‘new’ democratic values though implementing socially conscious consumerism favoring technology displacing old cultural idenities of local communities slowly dissolving regional individualism. The ashes of the old world fostered by the careful machinations of this cult now the foundation for rebuilding a new one along the lines of internationalism and a singular pyramid structure. Something that my own post-war generation had been oblivious to until later life when we had found ourselves at its mercy. The tried and true pattern of constant economic and constant fear based instability fostering inherent competition versus cooperation now perfected in ‘Liberally’ employed upon successive generations of children and grandchildren giving us the world as it is today. These well-laid psychologically inflicted socially implemented means of control now in place worldwide in a system that might challenge and Orwell with its sophistication and subtleties of unsuspected influence upon the average citizenry of all the political units of the earth. Wisdom eventually coming at an extremely high price.
It seems that those that embrace the world of following the impulse to foster their own personal sense of aesthetic self-expression doom themselves to perish alone as wholly unrecognized for any of the superlative achievements. That relative degree of recognition for which they strive always elusive and too often conferred posthumously based upon a false sense of prestige that has nothing to do with the intent of the artist’s inspiration int he first place. And perhaps those that are most ready to dismiss it out of a fear and a kindred sense of egotism that makes them a natural rival of the artist.
I seem to also be someone whose past periodically catches up with me at poignant intervals during rocky points of existence. Big dreams reverting to nightmares. Empty places that I fill with Déjà vu mixed with unconscious despair. But not being the crying kind, deferring to those proclivities of that once famous oeuvre of an Arthur J. Prufock. I would prefer to scuttle about my own private ocean bed in a blissful solitude. This dust barely settled from the last century being inevitably stirred up again by the conservation of its old stone edifices to serve as beards for the anarchy of repetitive structural postmodern monotony. The old being freely supplanted by youthfully ignorant echoes of this same trite scheme. And I being stricken now caught in a moldering frame with the curse of youth still vibrantly in force within.
Modern A-B-C’s of sine-wave modulation standing in for song lyrics. An anonymous machine-like mechanical chorus completely usurping the libretto of the singer who become a mere accompanist to his own star billing. Perhaps no one knows how to really draw or sing anymore and they must cover their tracks? They by rightful destiny that I so scrupulously avoided, might be an audience composed of my grandchildren traipsing about with the misapprehensions only successive decades of hard life experience can resolve and decisively put to rest. This hiatus suffered on the fringe of a roundabout of change for change’s sake posing as inspiration a reminder of so many of my own past confusions. And defeats.
Chicago, as that city on the lakefront. The main drag border of culture and commerce supporting occasional leftover halls of ivory and stained glass ceilings that by happenstance alone still serve to convey a lost era when architecture was imbued with civic personality and the soul of a future vision. The ebb and flow of errant humanity collectively motivated by common deceit to travel daily through ruts and familiar linear beelines being wholly ignorant of such purpose. Though their own previous namesakes long ago erased as a species. Something that might have served as a foundation stone for building their own personal identities now long ago been wiped out. This stasis of absolute conformity operating smoothy within an immovable continuum. Something all too obvious to the objective observer who connects with stark regularity the predictable quirks of commercial avatars too easily counted. All manner of vermin bustling about their immediate surroundings with similar missions in mind. The common behavior shared by all of deflecting all potential rivals in near vicinity at any cost.
Community now a vague descriptor left over from a bygone era out of date before computers and phone machines perverted the nature of time. Before cell phones robbed humanity of the ability to take int he muse of their surroundings at leisure and be overwhelmed with the majesty of the natural universe. Powered enclosed wagons and that natural friction come of portable interior spaces now far removed from the passing terrain outside. The palpable fictional illusion of a group identity carrying moral envy to illogical extremes fostering conversations with total strangers based upon brand names and socially supervised interests. The contingent all to happy to abandon their awkward individualisms in favor of the semiotics of outward appearances as governed in the moment by the latest styles commercially pushed by the corporate drugged culture of the most recent trend. A pantomime more likely a coverup to exhibit a silent strength in numbers as opposed to a pleading cry of weakness. A fatal irony cast by this plastic mentality that all will eventually decline into an amorphous approximate.
So anonymous at last! A passing act in the waking Hell of the eternal misplaced promise. Better to be unseen and fit in with the background rather than stand out and be an easy target solely responsible for their own highs and lows. Life eventually defaulting to a bitter brew of cheap beverage. A developed disdain for orally exercised distastes. Maybe the worst pricks in the world are the best judges of human nature? So many people want someone else to write their script so their tale comes out as a happy ending. But at this point even if they had $100,000,000.00 they would still end up swilling two-dollar beers. This era rankles at the sound of the truth being told and covers its ears until the comfort of the most specious nonsensical fiction drowns that out. So be it!
If you have ever noticed in a multiplex big budget possible disaster there is a strenuous marketing effort involved in blasting your senses with the proper selection of trailers of upcoming bombs that Hollywood has to offer. Most of which you probably see the best part of the film within the two to three minutes of non-stop action packed into the respective preview. Forget seeing the movie that you expected to see you are there to wade through ten or twelve mind and ear numbing, “Boom, Boom, Boom!“, sonic assaults specially tuned to two digit frequency ranges stick in your mind like a steel barbed arrow would stuck in your flesh. Considering that Tinsel Town has long abandoned pleasing the default population’s sensibilities in favor of apply techniques of incessant virtue signaling of the brave new world that they want to come to pass it is all you can do to not get up and walk out. “Oh look, its another emotionally maxed out female anti-hero going postal!” At least until the main feature starts which is generally at anybodies guess. Maybe their marketing department could figure out how tired I am of seeing wispy doe eyed suburban heroines high on the heroin of third wave man hating feminism? How many whites villains do I have to constantly suffer defaming through until it balances out some overwhelming disparity of numerical realities in non-white national crime statistics? Why would I thrill to the male of the species being tried and hung guilty of being the scapegoat in a diversity happy black female victim rage soaked scenario? No wonder it takes breakaway walls and sugar glass not to mention a hefty amount of rotoscope’d post-production image replacement to acrobatically wire work your villain through space into a plate glass window. if you are ninety pounds soaking wet. Do bull dykes and young wimpy black suburban males really get orgasms from this stuff? All the while, the speakers roar and writhe in low bass deep sea echo chamber huffing. Probably in a fashion not too dissimilar to some grammar school delinquents snuffing model glue contaminated acetone. Ouch!
So, OK, anyhow, now on to the feature movie. . . ?