Saturday, April 25, 2015

I'm the trans-god-emperor, kneel before me

No sir, you are not a woman:
Bruce Jenner was once hailed as the greatest athlete in the world and later became a reality television star with one of the world’s most famous families. Now, the former Olympian is revealing a secret that has caused him turmoil for decades.
“For all intents and purposes, I’m a woman,” Jenner told ABC’s Diane Sawyer in an exclusive interview that aired Friday in a special two-hour edition of ABC News’ “20/20.”
...At this point, Jenner is unsure of what the future holds in terms of other surgeries.
“As of now, I have all the male parts and all that kind of stuff, so in a lot of ways we’re different, okay?” Jenner said to Sawyer during the interview. “But we still identify as female. And that’s very hard for Bruce Jenner to say. Because why? I don’t want to disappoint people." 
...In a statement to ABC News, Jenner’s first wife, Chrystie Scott said, “Someone who has lived 65 years of his life as the wrong gender has every right to live the last quarter of his life as his authentic self. I support him and so hope the world can too. I pray for his happiness for the rest of his journey.” 
For all of the modern obsession with sex, we've become a remarkably disembodied lot. Until about 20 minutes ago, being a man or a woman was at the core of our essence. You could be a good man or a bad man, but you were essentially a man. We can't speak of being a good or a bad man without intuitive knowledge of manhood. Plato would have called it the Idea of manhood, Aristotle the Form. When we look at the criminal thug, we call him a bad man because we know what a good man looks like: at the very least, someone who doesn't lie, cheat, steal, or kill. Beefy Levinson is an individual but he shares the essence of manhood with every other male human being on earth. The right side of the blogosphere has spent the last several years ruminating on what it means to be a man in the declining civilization of the 21st century.

Liberalism varies in the details from time to time and place to place, but the one thing all liberal revolutions have in common is the desire to free the individual from all constraints that he himself does not choose. In its infancy, this was mostly confined to the political sphere. The king had his authority by right of birth. The liberal says that all men are created equal, and that accidents of birth should be of no account when determining who is to rule.

The United States was founded on liberal principles, but was for the first two centuries of its life a conservative country in many ways. The government was formally liberal in its philosophy, but society rested on the strength of its families, its religion, its inherited ways of organization. The American Dream wasn't the get rich quick fable it is today, but the notion that no matter how mean your birth, you had opportunities to better your station and give your children a better life than the one you had. Not every one born in poverty has the intellect, the will, and the talent to become rich but a solid middle class existence was within reach.

Liberalism inevitably broke through the walls of separation between politics and the rest of life. It abhors the notion of a base human nature. In practice, it denies our bodily nature. Blood, soil, family, history, culture, religion, even our sex is now considered an unjust obstruction in the liberal superman's self-realization through his reason and will. These things cannot be legislated out of existence so the liberal insists that they be made not to matter. If you wish to identify as a white man, that's all well and good so long as it is a conscious choice you make.

This is nonsense on stilts of course, and the only way it manages to hold together is through a series of unprincipled exceptions. If manhood or womanhood is part of our essence as men and women, then there cannot be such a thing as the transsexual. There are only mentally ill men and women who sometimes take their pathology to the extreme of mutilating themselves. I regard them with pity even more than disgust. Bruce Jenner is a man and no amount of hormones, surgery, or indulgence from a decadent society will make him something he is not and cannot be.

Speaking that truth will get you shamed on social media at best, fired and ostracized at worst. Reality doesn't care about our feelings though. Somehow, it seems fitting that Jenner has also come out as a Republican. I expect lots of good Republicans will encourage him because if they came out as trans-phobic, why people might say mean things about them at cocktail parties.

I wish I had the power to compel others to indulge in my fantasies. I am the trans-emperor of mankind. Kneel before your master. I'm a trans-rich man but my bank account doesn't reflect my belief. Give me all of your money to help me realize my true self. I'm a trans-black man. Give me a million dollar record deal. For some reason, people don't react as well to my beliefs as they do to Jenner's.

This is what I truly am on the inside

Saint of the Day: Mark the Evangelist

Tradition attributes authorship of the Gospel of Mark to a companion and secretary to St. Peter, named in the book of Acts as John Mark (12:22, 25, 15:37.) For the record, I don't buy the Modernist invention of a "Q" source for the Gospels. I accept the traditional understanding: the Gospels were written in the order they're published in the Bible, and by the authors whose names appear on them. The Apostle Matthew wrote Matthew, the Apostle John wrote John, and so forth.

The Gospel of Mark appears intended for an audience of Roman Christians. Mark begins with Christ's baptism in the River Jordan, glossing over the infancy narratives and genealogies present in the other Gospels. He explains the definitions of Jewish terms that would be unfamiliar to Gentile audiences. Healings, miracles, and exorcisms performed by Christ proportionally take up more of Mark than any other Gospel. Since the beginning, the Catholic Church has symbolized St. Mark with the lion. The angel of St. Matthew, the bull of St. Luke, and the eagle of St. John  along with Mark's lion are associated with the creatures described in Revelation 4, and the six winged Seraphim which surround the throne of God.

Tradition holds that St. Mark established the Coptic Church of Alexandria in Egypt. He is also the patron saint of Venice, Italy. From the Novus Ordo Mass for the feast of St. Mark, 1 Peter 5:5-14:
Clothe yourselves with humility
in your dealings with one another, for:

God opposes the proud
but bestows favor on the humble.

So humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God,
that he may exalt you in due time.
Cast all your worries upon him because he cares for you.

Be sober and vigilant.
Your opponent the Devil is prowling around like a roaring lion
looking for someone to devour.
Resist him, steadfast in faith,
knowing that your brothers and sisters throughout the world
undergo the same sufferings.
The God of all grace
who called you to his eternal glory through Christ Jesus
will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you
after you have suffered a little.
To him be dominion forever. Amen.

I write you this briefly through Silvanus,
whom I consider a faithful brother,
exhorting you and testifying that this is the true grace of God.
Remain firm in it.
The chosen one at Babylon sends you greeting, as does Mark, my son.
Greet one another with a loving kiss.
Peace to all of you who are in Christ. 

Friday, April 24, 2015

I want to be the very best, like no one ever was

I was born and raised in California. Many people ask me how a reactionary extremist like me can live in such a pinko state. When most outsiders think of California, they're usually imagining San Francisco: lots of homos, SWPLs, and commies. Even San Francisco has a bit more to it than that. You'd be surprised at how Asian the Bay Area has become. Mexicans congregate at the bottom of the social and economic ladders. Blacks are mostly concentrated in Oakland, Richmond, and other major cities in Contra Costa county.

The further away from the Pacific Ocean you go, the saner California becomes. Sacramento, the state capitol, is comparatively low-key and conservative. I live close to the Nevada border at South Lake Tahoe. According to the famous county by county presidential election maps, I'm in the reddest of the reddest part of the state. San Francisco is largely run by the homo taliban with Asian and SWPL hangers on. Los Angeles and the surrounding areas are pretty much extensions of Mexico with all of the social pathology that entails. Those two cities pretty much dictate the political and cultural climate of the entire state.

Because conservatives, reactionaries, and realtalkers have no chance of effecting change at the ballot box, political disputes are always contests between the squabbling fringes which are resolved by determining who has more Pokemon victim points. For example, consider this story out of Sacramento concerning Blessed Junipero Serra:
The Catholic Church’s first Latino pope is on the verge of canonizing Junipero Serra, the 18th century Spanish missionary who brought Christianity to California and built the first of the state’s famed missions.
Figuratively, however, the state Senate’s Latino leadership, including President Pro Tem Kevin de León, is thumbing its collective nose at Pope Francis and Serra by voting to remove the missionary priest’s statue from the U.S. Capitol.
The squabble over ethnicity, sexual orientation, revisionist history and political symbolism is making global headlines and is another emotion-tinged conflict for a Legislature already in turmoil over right-to-die and mandatory vaccination bills.
The gays are trying to replace a statue of Blessed Father Serra with Sally Ride, the lesbian astronaut. The Indians (feather, not dot) oppose the canonization of Father Serra planned for later this year as he supposedly stands for the subjugation of native peoples by Spanish explorers and conquistadores. One of Pope Francis's entourage had this to say about that:
“They want to remove him from the Capitol precisely when the first Hispanic pope is planning to canonize him,” Carriquiry told the Associated Press. “Let’s say that it would not be an extraordinary welcome from a country that claims to be an example of multicultural welcomes.”
I suppose Pope Francis is, technically, a Hispanic. Or is that Latino? He's an Argentine, but Argentinians are pretty much Italians who speak Spanish and act like 1950s Englishmen. The Indians who oppose Serra's canonization might identify as Hispanic too which should go some ways in demonstrating why Hispanic is a bullshit category. Hispanic includes white guys like former Mexican president Vicente Fox, to squat Mestizos for whom Spanish is a second or third language, to full blooded Indios who don't know a lick of Spanish.

Anyway, here we have a three way (heh) conflict between the gays, the Indians, and the Hispanics. I expect the gays will win again. It wasn't that long ago that Catholics had some cultural cachet because they were considered outsiders alongside the people who, ah, disproportionately populate the media. Nowadays we're villains almost on the same level as Southern Evangelicals. Even though I view liberalism as the cause of our civilization collapsing, I have to admit I kind of dig being considered a dangerous radical just for existing. That's one of the nice things about California: you get to enjoy the thrills of transgressing the sacrosanct while being correct at the same time.

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Always fighting the last war

I am the only child of my parents. My father was married before he met my mom. His first wife frivorced him, gradually turning their five children against him over the intervening years. They grew so estranged, they only learned of his death through the obituary in the newspaper. Dad once said he considered me to be his only son. Growing up as an only child may explain my unwillingness to share my toys and inability to play well with others.

Dad never graduated from college but he found lucrative work in the landscaping business before it became mostly staffed with illegal aliens from Mexico. As an aside, we've all heard the propaganda about the hard working Mexican who just wants to put food on his family as George W. Bush put it. But I remember dad coming home from work, cracking open a cold beer, and going on some epic rants about all the "Goddamn lazy Mexican bastards" he had to deal with all day.

Mom went on to get her Master's degree and taught at the community college level. She was 31 and dad was 41 when I was born. They both urged me to do well in school so I could go on to college. They didn't care what I actually majored in so long as I went to college and got a degree. I don't blame them for how things turned out. They didn't "lie to me," and neither did the Baby Boomer-run industrial-media complex deceive me either. At least, they didn't do so intentionally. The world has changed. Ironically enough, it is the Boomers themselves who led the changes once they became the Establishment they once despised in their youth.

When my parents were young in the 1950s and 60s, a college degree was indeed a meal ticket. You could major in Bulgarian poetry and upon graduation walk right into a job that paid a decent enough wage to live on your own and start a family. There was still enough manufacturing and other blue collar work available that even those who never went to college could raise a family. And the Baby Boomers, for all the evil they've done, were raised by the Greatest Generation. Recalling the deprivations of the Depression, the returning soldiers of WWII made sure their progeny would never want for material provisions.

My father passed away in 2013. My mother has been retired for several years. In her mind, one still follows the path laid out for the Boomers: 1) go to college and get a degree in anything at all; 2) send out resumes; 3) start off earning enough to afford a modest apartment if not a modest house; 4) get married and have children; 5) live happily ever after.

Despite the huge risks entailed by Marriage 2.0, I hope to marry and have children some day. If I had to do it all over again, I probably wouldn't have gone to college, at least not when I did. As my five loyal readers have no doubt guessed, there wasn't a job waiting for me upon graduation. I already worked at what was then still known as Longs Drugs, but I knew I didn't want to do retail for the rest of my life. So there I was, a college graduate in my mid 20s still earning barely above minimum wage. I know now that's the case with pretty much everyone these days, but at the time I found it humiliating. I wondered what was wrong with me. Everyone else in my age group was marrying, having children, working at adult jobs. What was my major malfunction?

I learned not to compare myself with others. Social media only shows us what they want us to see. A lot of those poor bastards have been friend zoned by their own wives who have blown up into tubby alcoholics. My grandmother, God rest her soul, once suggested I find a cushy gig with the State of California. Civil servants have to work at it to get fired, right? Wrong. This was at the beginning of the 2008 Depression and California quickly went on a spree of lay-offs and furloughs.

What my parents and grandparents failed to realize was that there's no such thing as a secure job anymore. I don't care what skills you have, how long you've been with the company, or how you and the boss are good buddies. Your employer sees you as an expensive liability they'd sooner do without if they could. If they can outsource your job, they probably will. If you read this blog and even mildly agree with anything I say or link to, your livelihood is in danger if the social justice warriors find out.

I blog under a pseudonym more out of long habit than from having anything to hide. I've been blogging in various ways since 2002. I've written millions of words over that length of time, not including comments. My experiences in the workplace, in the seminary, and in the spells of unemployment I've had have all taught me that if I can make money working for someone else, I can make money working for myself. My man Victor Pride over at Bold and Determined has provided much inspiration. Many naysayers say that you can't make a living through blogging, not if you're a no name scrub. That's probably true, but Victor Pride, Matt Forney, and Aaron Clarey make the lion's share of their income through selling books (correct me if I'm wrong if any of you gentlemen ever read this.) I can do that. In fact, I will do that.

So mark my words, my five loyal readers: I'll make a living as a writer or I will starve. There's no third option for me anymore.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel

I'm in my early thirties, and like most people of my generation, I'm an encyclopedia of Simpsons quotes. Some Facebook tomfoolery earlier today got me wondering about something. Every time anyone inserts a Simpsons quote into every day conversation, it's always from seasons 1-10 which were roughly coterminous with the 1990s. It's almost as if everyone stopped paying close attention to the show beginning in 2000. I've watched it once in a while now that FXX is airing reruns. Maybe I'm just looking at my childhood through rose colored glasses, but the show doesn't seem nearly as funny since the turn of the 21st century. It's rather like how WWE fans who came of age during the 1990s swear that the Attitude Era and the Monday Night Wars were the high point of the wrestling industry and it's been all down hill from there.

In fact, I can only recall two amusing Simpsons lines from the last 15 years, both from Principal Skinner. Around the time of the Larry Summers witch hunt, Skinner got fired for publicly saying that boys are generally better at math than girls. Later on he's working under Groundskeeper Willie as his assistant. Lisa asks Skinner's opinion about something and he replies, "I'm not allowed to have opinions anymore. All I can say is no one is better than anyone else and everyone is the best at everything."

The second example is more modest but it made me laugh because I wasn't expecting the left-liberal writers to go there. Skinner is leading the children through a bad part of Capitol City after the bus was destroyed. They're scared but Skinner reassures them, "There there, it'll all be over s... oh dear Lord! We're at the corner of Martin Luther King Boulevard and Cesar Chavez Avenue! Run!"

They should have shot that horse years ago.

Saint for the day

First, thank you to Hawaiian Libertarian for adding me to his blog roll and greetings to all visitors from his page.

Today is the feast of St. George, one of the most popular and venerated saints in all of Christendom.

The most well known legend of St. George is the tale of his encounter with the dragon. The venerable Catholic encyclopedia describes it this way:
The best known form of the legend of St. George and the Dragon is that made popular by the "Legenda Aurea", and translated into English by Caxton. According to this, a terrible dragon had ravaged all the country round a city of Libya, called Selena, making its lair in a marshy swamp. Its breath caused pestilence whenever it approached the town, so the people gave the monster two sheep every day to satisfy its hunger, but, when the sheep failed, a human victim was necessary and lots were drawn to determine the victim. On one occasion the lot fell to the king's little daughter. The king offered all his wealth to purchase a substitute, but the people had pledged themselves that no substitutes should be allowed, and so the maiden, dressed as a bride, was led to the marsh. There St. George chanced to ride by, and asked the maiden what she did, but she bade him leave her lest he also might perish. The good knight stayed, however, and, when the dragon appeared, St. George, making the sign of the crossbravely attacked it and transfixed it with his lance. Then asking the maiden for her girdle (an incident in the story which may possibly have something to do with St. George's selection aspatron of the Order of the Garter), he bound it round the neck of the monster, and thereupon the princess was able to lead it like a lamb. They then returned to the city, where St. George bade the people have no fear but only be baptized, after which he cut off the dragon's head and the townsfolk were all converted. The king would have given George half his kingdom, but the saint replied that he must ride on, bidding the king meanwhile take good care of God's churcheshonour the clergy, and have pity on the poor. The earliest reference to any such episode in art is probably to be found in an old Roman tombstone at Conisborough in Yorkshire, considered to belong to the first half of the twelfth century. Here the princess is depicted as already in the dragon's clutches, while an abbot stands by and blesses the rescuer.
The historical St. George was a Roman soldier in the service of the emperor Diocletian. In 303 AD, Diocletian ordered the arrest of all Christian soldiers and for the remaining soldiers to regularly offer incense to the Roman gods. George refused, much to Diocletian's distress. George then announced in front of his fellow soldiers that he was a Christian. The emperor tried to persuade him to reject the Christian faith, offering him gold, jewels, land, women, anything he wanted, but George remained steadfast. Diocletian had no choice but to order George's torture and execution. George was beheaded on this day in 303.

St. George is most famously the patron saint of England. King Richard the Lionheart received a vision of St. George promising him victory while he was on the Crusades. King Edward III named St. George the patron saint of England and the royal family in the 14th century. William Shakespeare, who died on this day in 1616, implanted St. George even further into the English imagination with his play Henry V:
"The game's afoot! Follow your spirit! And upon this charge cry, "God for Harry! England! And Saint George!"

The English flag is the Cross of St. George, visible at modern English sporting events. So celebrate today with some hearty roast beef, good beer, reading or watching some Shakespeare, and starting a soccer riot. Everyone pretends to be Irish on St. Patrick's Day, so why not? St. George, ora pro nobis.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Our fabulous army

Walk of shame:
Blisters, sweat and perhaps a little bit of blood was the sight at the Sun Devil Fitness Complex on Monday, when the men and women of ASU Army ROTC braved the Arizona heat to run in fabulous (and some not-so-fabulous) heels to raise awareness of sexual assault.
On Monday afternoon, ASU Army ROTC program hosted the event, “Walk a Mile in Her Shoes,” which consisted of students in the ROTC program wearing heels and running 1.26 miles as part of Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
History senior and ROTC member Tanner Bailey said despite the pain he felt running in heels, it was a great experience because he enjoyed running for an issue that was not just important for the military.
“(Sexual assault) is something that the Army has made very important recently,” Bailey said. “I didn’t mind running in shoes because of the message behind the event. I would definitely do it again.”

I enlisted in the Army out of high school and got out just before they gave black berets to everyone, formerly worn only by elite Army Rangers. I don't regret my time but if I were a younger man today there's no way in hell I'd join up.

“In my study of communist societies, I came to the conclusion that the purpose of communist propaganda was not to persuade or convince, not to inform, but to humiliate; and therefore, the less it corresponded to reality the better. When people are forced to remain silent when they are being told the most obvious lies, or even worse when they are forced to repeat the lies themselves, they lose once and for all their sense of probity. To assent to obvious lies is… in some small way to become evil oneself. One’s standing to resist anything is thus eroded, and even destroyed. A society of emasculated liars is easy to control. I think if you examine political correctness, it has the same effect and is intended to.”
― Theodore Dalrymple.