Showing posts with label Tasty Infidelicacies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tasty Infidelicacies. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

If the Trumpet could speak

H/T Gerard via Buzzfeed
Is the young anarchist in the photograph proud of himself? Is he? He is all but naked, he is holding in his teeth a pair of very expensive sunglasses, and though frozen for a moment forever, you can make out the swagger of a man who believes he has accomplished something very important with his wanton act of vandalism. He has made a statement, of course.

Death to the police! The law be damned.

But I am not interested in him...he's a piece of wondrous crapmanship, all right. No. It is the trumpet that has caught my eye.

The trumpet was made according to very strict guidelines. The combination of copper and nickel  and other metals was exact, the precise width and bend of the pipes were carefully hammered out, and it was passed on to someone else who buffed and cleaned and polished and buffed again and again and again.


The specific color of brass that plated it was not some helter skelter crap shoot, but a precise calculation by metallurgists.

The inlaid pearl on the buttons, and the springs, and every little detail that went into the exquisite etchings on its bell made this manly instrument a work that required many skilled hands and minds, with the end result being that the man playing the trumpet submits to the authority of a conductor, who not only knows the trumpeter's part, but all the parts of the symphonic work as well, with the trumpeter playing only his parts when called upon. The trumpeter must trust that the conductor knows his job, and the conductor must trust the trumpeter to likewise know his music and instrument.

The trumpet and the trumpeter are the outcome of strict, ordered and well-disciplined minds and hands, as its  music is also ordered. They are in tune with all around them, and take their cues from all around them. And as a result of the order and skill, we who are not skilled in the playing of the trumpet  meet with the sublime and are elevated by it.

So, clearly, the man holding the trumpet is not worthy of such a fine creation. As an anarchist, it is the wrong instrument for him. He should be playing the vuvuzela. The vuvuzela is a loud, obnoxious, plastic one-note irritant. Those who blow it adhere to no civilized rules of decency, there is no music in its bell, it is an abomination from hell. It is mass produced by people who don't care about anything but selling as many of these noise makers as possible. It is the base, appealing to the low.

Why is he holding this trumpet? Have you ever just walked into a store and bought a trumpet? It is an expensive thing. Not a toy to be played with.

The vuvuzela is more fitting for the sort of money an anarchist would pay out for anything, if he so much as thought about paying for something.

Not that I can imagine him actually paying for anything. Perhaps he will be allowed to make monthly payments on a slightly toasted police car.  I wonder what his credit score is.

Crossposted at Tasty Infidelicacies.

Monday, June 14, 2010

something memorable

My oldest brother spends at least an hour in the quiet hours of his hectic morning doing what he calls 'memory work.'  It is a requirement of his household to not come a-knockin' when he is doing his memory work. That is amazing enough to me, when I consider that my brother dropped out of high school at the age of 16 and joined the Navy. I am not sure when he got his GED, but since he became a committed Christian, he has devoted the first part of his day to memorizing scripture. Very often, in Greek. He taught himself  New Testament Greek many years ago, and still studies the scriptures in that language. I haven't been as diligent in memorizing Scripture the way my brother does, but there are things worth memorizing, and there are things worth remembering, and I will make a vain attempt to combine the two in this post. I hope it is memorable enough to pass around. On its own, it is a bracing confrontation against unreality.

In the American Digest Sidelines:
summer patriot, winter soldier: "...to not resist aggression. it is immoral

The first thing about john jay's writing is that he uses no capitalization. And the punctuation isn't quite all polished. I am not sure why, but it adds to the ruminative quality of his writing. It reads like a brilliant flash, put to word, so that the very thought isn't lost before it gains expression. I am going to publish it here, in full, with thoughts of my own, interspersed:

it is immoral to not resist aggression.

whether in matters personal, political, religious or in statecraft, ... , it matters not, ... , to not resist aggression is to aid and abet the aggressor, and to assure that after your demise at his hands, he will seek the conquest of another. whatever you may feel the worth of the stance to you as a personal matter, by adopting such a stance, you assure the suffering of another: no high blown assertion of morality can escape this essential fact, and to inflict this suffering on another, perhaps less capable of protecting him or herself than you, is immoral, unethical, and unforgivable.

and, it is cowardice.



I don't remember her name. Only her story. It gripped the attention of Lancaster County, PA and then the rest of the country. It started off as one neighbor harassing another. The harasser was trying to goad the other into a violent confrontation. She simply wouldn't cooperate, but kept forgiving him. That is the Mennonite way. He kept upping the ante, banging on her door and threatening her, cutting her electricity, her phone, her cable. Finally she called the police when he personally threatened her with a knife. When the police came to arrest him, she had a change of heart and dropped the charges. She forgave him. That is the Mennonite way. He received an unmerited act of kindness and grace from her, and was all the more desirous to 'really go after her' this time. And he did. The next time he banged on her door, she answered, and he shot her, killing her. There would be no forgiveness this time. He stole her car, and fled the jurisdiction to parts unknown.

by not resisting such aggression, to the death if demanded by circumstance or dignity or honor, is to assure that someone else will bear the brunt of your folly, and that you engender your own fate upon the will of another.

i spit in the face of those who blather about ghandi and passive resistance.--

The police had issued an APB for the stolen car, but it was too late. He fled Pennsylvania and went to Indiana, where he killed another couple - complete  strangers - and fled with their car. Now a local problem that could be contained by a local police force and a local judicial system had expanded into other states. What was a local story now became a national story. And the murderer was only beginning his spree.

ghandi chose the tactics he chose in india because he knew that he did not face an aggressor who would destroy him in passivity, but because he knew that the english would respond to the moral suasion and historical and ethical argument he would bring to bear on them. ghandi was a privileged man, educated and trained, inculcated into the culture of locke and blackstone, and trained in the common law in england. he practiced law in england, and in south africa, enjoying the wealth, honor and privilege that only observance of the strictures of empire could bestow upon him. and, in learning the law of england, the great doctrines of the common law, and in learning the thought and doctrine of the west and its moralistic teachings of religion and philosophy, he knew that he had acquired the intellectual and political weapons he needed to throw off the yoke of empire.

then, and only then did he adopt his native swaddling.

passive resistance would not have served the indians against the nazi's.

The woman thought she was doing the highest, most noble act in the manner of Christ. To turn the other cheek. To forgive and forgive again, seventy times seven, if necessary. But all she accomplished was to add to her lengthening queue of victims murdered by her crazed neighbor. He felt no redemption in her noble act of generosity. She didn't win him over to Christ, but rather, she cast her pearls before swine, and they were trampled into dust. And then he killed her, leaving behind her grieving husband and children. She was only in her late twenties. And his next victims only became acquainted with her in death.

passive resistance did not serve european jews against the nazi's, nor the pogroms of eastern europe and the russians, ... , nor has it served the jews of israel against the transgressions and attacks of islamic arabia, nor will it serve the jews of israel against the rabid islamic islamic fundamentalism that sweeps turkey.

it is not moral not to resist your own murder, not to fight your murderer until your last drawn breath. it is immoral not to do so, it is unethical, and it is the height of historical folly for nations to adopt that conceit that the moral high road lies in "peace" against all provocation.

in this strategy,therein lies the lie.

to not resist aggression, is to aid, abet, further or encourage the acts of aggression taken against you. you do not dissuade your attacker by being passive, you encourage and embolden him, ... , in fact, you "egg him into" further acts taken against you.


Indeed, this is what she saw, time and time again. And after killing his victims in Indiana, he killed another man in Minnesota, and once again, fled with his car. The FBI tracked him down following his devastating path of personal destruction. He murdered and fled with the victims' car in Tennessee, and was finally cornered in Oregon, where he killed several FBI agents, before finally being dispatched. All told, and I forget the total body count, was it six or seven or eight? All of them, stemming from one too many acts of forgiveness.

and, you perform another act, not usually recognized or stated, but in not resisting your aggressor, you rouse in him his contempt for you, for your singular cowardice. in the mind of such an aggressor, you confirm the morality of his actions by the demonstration of your singular lack of worth to continue existing, this lack of worth proved by the simple fact that you do not believe in your own worth to exist. the aggressor simply concludes that if you do not feel, will not assert your own right to exist by defending yourself, then you simply to do deserve to be here. and, he condemns you for your idiocy.

i will say this again. passive resist in not only the fool's last act, before departing this vale of sin and tears at the hands of his attacker, ... , it is a positive act of immoral, unethical and cowardly commission.

even the mouse turns against his attacker.

these remarks will be expanded upon.

john jay @ 06.12.2010

Sunday, June 13, 2010

George Shearing - Just because



I love his music. And this isn't such bad time wastage....is it?




Well, when you put it that way.

Thanks, Gerard.

Some more Shearing: Mack the knife, played in such a manner as to bring you to tears.



H/T Pamela

Going Galt on the Public School System

I have decided to pull my youngest child from the middle school she had been attending and to home school her myself.  The reasons have been multiplying, mostly based upon incompetence and institutionalized insanity, but the last two straws were when she came home and told us that one of her teachers very loudly stated that anyone who believed that global warming was a fraud and a hoax was, and I quote: AN IDIOT.  All year long, she had to bite her precious lower lip to keep from scoffing at a certain  indoctrinatrix about the fact that "CO2 was NOT a poison, DUH!" (her 7th grade scientific response). And now, she was being called an idiot by the same blithering gaggle of gobbledygeeks who KNOW BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT more than you.

The final straw was even more serious than the imbecivility displayed by the 7th Grade Dunce Squad.

On the day that Israel was attacked and had to kill 9 terrorists aboard the Turkish Flotilla of Fools who opened fire on them and savagely beat them with pipes and knives as they dropped down to the decks, she said, watching the news unfold on television, quiet and simply: "Israel's bad."
"Bad?" say I, unbelieving.
"Yeah," she repeats. "They do mean things and steal other people's land."
"Who told you that?" I ask.
"All my teachers say so."  She didn't have a reason to question it the way she did with global warming, after all, she had 10 snow days to make up this year, and won't be getting out of school until the 14th. With Israel, on the other hand, she only knows what she hears...and maybe they AREN'T lying about Israel.

"Honey, Israel is the only democracy in the middle east. It is surrounded by hostile enemies whose religion tells them to KILL THE JEWS and CHRISTIANS.
"Are they Muslims?" She asks.
"Yes. And their holy book tells them to always fight and kill the Jews and the Infidels....which is us." I no longer add that all too familiar *clause which will prove how tolerant I am, because it just isn't true anymore, and I simply don't care. The evidence is to the contrary. (*Not all Muslims are terrorists) Maybe they aren't but the Koran is a terrorist manual, and you can't tell me that a lifetime of hearing KILL KILL KILL! DIE DIE DIE! over and over again from infancy won't leave a mark. Enough. Khalas! Islam is putrid evil. Quit amending your statements to be more sensitive. It is enough. Tell the truth brazenly. It is the only weapon of substance we have left.

Well, what followed was an intense hour of serious history, taught by yours, very truly, to my 13-year old daughter. I wouldn't let her leave without hearing it. Simply put, it was way too important. So she sat there and afterward, asked questions:

Why does everyone hate the Jews so much, if they aren't bad?
Did the Jews steal everyone's land?
Do they kill Palestinian babies?

On and on and on it went. When I finished, she said:
"I wish you were my history teacher."

So now, I am. And the first thing we are going to learn is WHY JUST ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU WERE TAUGHT IN SCHOOL IS A LIE.

But wait! There's more school induced anger and outrage:  New school fundraising tactic: Be prepared to vomit fire from the slowly smoldering rage gland you didn't even know you had.
This video is not safe for glass and other breakable objects. Have someone restrain you with duct tape when you watch it.





Not to leave anyone with the feeling that the situation is hopeless, I leave you with this - and God bless 'im for being so brave. We need to be like this. I need to be like this. You need to be like this. This is what you call "Speaking Truth to Cowards."

Hat Tips to Gerard and Daphne



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Racetards. I friggin' hate racetards

What do you do? What DO you do, when things are now going your way, politically, culturally, ecomonically?
What DOES a civil rights cabal do when there's nothing on the horizon to bitch about? Well, if you are the racetards in the NAACP, you put your stupidity on television for everyone to see, and then you make the Big Guys bow down and acknowledge that your stupidity is really, really GENIUS! And then they appease the bullies  victims with lots of filthy lucre. And concessions. Of course. Wouldn't have it any other way.




These guys couldn't parody themselves any better than I could. Laugh at them. Just laugh at them.
What a bunch of losers.
So what IS the definition of racism these days?

I Gottahavawannaneeda!

Oh, how I wish my spawn would have gotten me this for mother's day! My anniversary is coming up on the Twenty-Oneth of June. Maybe my husband would be so thoughtful. Of course, Father's day is the day before that. Maybe I could get him one, and we could share. Think of all the things you could do with this! It's a Star Wars Trek Dream Come True. (May potentially be a nightmare in reality)


The only reasons you would ever want one:

Warning: Extremely dangerous is an understatement to the power of 1W of laser power. It will blind permanently and instantly and set fire quickly to skin and other body parts, use with extreme caution and only when using the included eye protection. Customers will be required to completely read and agree to our Class IV Laser Hazard Acknowledgment Form.


I hope this doesn't fall into the wrong hands.  Imagine a boat fulla Turks using this on the IDF.

Monday, June 07, 2010

The Jooz - Through Evil Zionist Mind Control Have Shut Up Helen Thomas!

This is an update on the Helen 'Send the Jooz back to Poland'  Thomas Affair: Evil World Dominating Jew Zionist Mind Controllers have made her own agents provacateurs oust The Press Corpse!


Obviously, Joo power is potent, if not powerfully potent. The mockery and ridicule they heap upon the brave humanitarians who only wanted to help the poor, starving, shackled Gazoids after the Israelis violently forced them to beat up IDF thugs is beyond the pale. I had to watch it several times, just to memorize the lyrics.

Needless to say, the Perpetually Outraged, Offended Pashas are upset at the mocking and the ridicule. From the article, brutally translated with machetes and cleats by Google, which is googlese for Garbled:

"Jerusalem - Firas Press: find a video clip comic making fun of Israeli activists convoy "fleet of freedom" which was attacked by a military force in international waters at the weekend, very popular on the Internet.

The total number of hits on video, 897 811 View just two days after his presentation, on "YouTube." And watched in the video clip depicting the members of the Israeli group, waving rods and knives, and sang spokesman activists convoy "we cheat the world" in a travesty of the world famous song song We Are The World.

And appeared in the background scenes of members of the Israeli forces are "attacking" by peace activists on board the convoy, as he claims the video.

The group will begin with the comic song: "it's time to be in need for a review before the world and the internet .. there are people dying to do best what we are doing is launching the biggest hoax ever."

And follow up: "We make the world abandon logic and turn everyone to believe that Hamas is a Mother Teresa., Crave the quiet travel with pistols and knives, and not really up to you and to your screens forever."


"If Islam and terrorism has led to lift your spirits but you are afraid to touch that painted the picture you just called yourself" peace activist and humanitarian aid. "

The Israeli military force stormed the convoy which was carrying a Navy humanitarian aid to the besieged Gaza for nearly four years of fierce condemnation of the Israeli government that justified such a step that the convoy was carrying "mercenaries", according to Israeli radio quoted the army spokesman.

And had already met Israel uproar caused by the liquidation of Hamas leader, Mahmoud hoarse, in Dubai, which has accused the security authorities in the Emirate of Mossad of being behind the crime, baleish propaganda to promote the store in March.

He justified the organizers of the Declaration, which was filmed on the type of video security for Dubai Police, has invested media momentum to the issue."
Bwahahahhaha! They even included the viral video at the end of the article....so that they could be even MORE perpetually outraged and offended!



Foot-tapping, rage-inducing finger licking ridicule.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

The Press Corpse Speaks Her Mind



Time for a pome, keeds.  Ripped straight outta the guide book on writing pomes, by Dr. Seuss:

Green Lox mit Schmear:

Those Evil Jooz, Those Evil Jooz, oh How I hate those Evil Jooz.
Those Wretched Jooz should just go home, they should go back to France or Rome.
We do not want them here or there, we do not want them anywhere.
They don't belong in Palestine. Without those Jooz, all would be fine.
There shouldn't be an Israel, without those Jooz, all would be swell.
I hate those Jooz, those pesky Jooz, they're stealing all the Arab's flooz!
I would pack them in a box, and on the door I'd place some locks.
And take them home to Poland fine, they don't belong in Palestine.
There's lots of places Jooz can roast, in Poland's ovens primed for toast.
And then it all would  be so good, if we'd just itbach al yahood.
This mic is on? This mic is on! Did I say that? You just heard wrong!
I don't hate Jooz, just Zionists! That's the reason I'm so pissed!
I do, I  like green lox mit schmear, I hope I have made myself clear.

H/T Yid With Lid

But let's give Aisha and Nawal the last word.



Any questions?