Friday, 30 May 2008
This is the best Groundhog Day I’ve ever had.
"There's nothing you can do, kid. Its the inner-city. It's just like Tokyo town".
“When ya stuck for the rent and you feel ya gonna break, the last thing ya need is another phony on the take”. Iggy Pop.
“I’ve never been so broke that I couldn’t leave town. I’m a Changeling. See me change”. Jim Morrison.
In the alleged Dark Ages they invented the mechanical crank, essential to the transfer of circular motion into a greater and therefore viable energy, the tackable sail, as well as soap, trousers, stirrups and the bridle etc, to name a few of thousands. And yet, many a Pavlovian trained PC chum imagines they have reached a kind of advanced enlightenment vastly superior to our lice ridden, sans plumbing and dental free ancestors. Not with regurgitated and repackaged as mainstream guff circa 1970's Left paradigms you ain’t.
At my son’s school they sent home a newsletter that announces they now have a Chaplain. Great, says I. But in the little paragraph there’s no mention of Christianity or Jesus, beyond he’s a “Chaplain”. Nope, it’s “general spiritual well being”, a phrase so fashionably amorphous, superficial, weak and essentially meaningless, that it could denote dancing around a Maypole, licking crystals or just you know, thinkin’ about er, stuff, like um, spiritual stuff, about er, whatever...
The good Chaplain has a “background in social and youth work and an interest in the indigenous community”. Great. I'm sure he's a fine person. Though the indigenous community in the inner-city neighbourhood I live in, numbers perhaps two mixed blood to zero full blood people. So literally an almost singular interest really. You may as well say I have an interest in the people who run the corner store. Maybe they mean the vast two taxi filling tribes of St. Kilda? So the background is maybe middle ground and wan enough regards actual overt Christian stuff, that the background seems more of a foreground, like on a movie set.
“No need to open that door. We’ve removed all the um, difficult, serious and religious kind of stuff. It’s just held up with sticks! Be careful, it could collapse if you lean on it”.
“Any idea offends somebody. Steyn's speech informs. Yours is useless”. Anonymous.
Hey, but at the local library there is going to be an author’s talk by David G. According to the newsletter, Dave is “an accredited Wizard...” No, really. What is an accredited Wizard? Maybe he studied hard for three years at the back of Larry’s Magic and Novelty Shop, went on the road "payin' his dues", and Dave's Union membership is current?
Ok, so nothing problematic about taking Wizard qualifications as a given and real. Check. But just don’t mention the message of Christ and the meaning of Christianity, cos it’s potentially a little er, difficult and well, embarrassing. It’s a fairly common genuflect to say in hushed tones like Basil Fawlty, "don't mention the war!", er, Judeo Christianity, and go for local dominant culture abasement 101. Check.
"I might have said something about Christian values, but I think I may have got away with it!"
"Free speech means speaking the unspeakable, or it means nothing at all". G.K Chesterton.
You know Jesus performed some tricks and things, though he didn’t have a funny hat. Crazy, innit? Still there’s Aboriginal Dreamtime stories at the Library, which are often given a default and patronising faux interest. No, really. Ironically, much of our current public discourse deals exclusively in dreamtime stories, and they make up a new one every week as the previous parade of shibboleths inevitably grind to a halt of internal contradictions.
“I’ll take feared over well liked any day in the week. What’s with these [Left] Libs, anyway? Why are they so hell bent on being well liked by the world? Friendship and .99 cents will get you a whopper at Burger King. The fear of your enemies? Priceless, my friends”. DrW on Hotair. May 23, 2008.
“What this country needs is more free speech worth listening to”. Hansell B. Duckett.
“All of the books in the world contain no more information than is broadcast as video in a single large American city in a single year. Not all bits have equal value”. Carl Sagan.
And that’s the great thing about the inner-city. It changes so rapidly and is so hip, that it’s nearly always the same, just re-upholstered and with fresh espresso. But I can’t live anywhere else, if you call it living, except maybe Montana or a beach dune house. And New York.
Thank God for 1689 in Britain, with the advent of private property, protected rights etc, and the massive progress in the market which fed technology and thus science, that has all allowed me to be able to now sit at a café table with a laptop, or a yo-yo. Pretty neat, eh?
“The important thing in science is not so much to obtain new facts as to discover new ways of thinking about them”.
Sir William Bragg.
“Knowledge is power, if you know it about the right person”.
I find that many people in the inner-city are naturally in agreement with me as long as I don’t discuss any actual subjects. That’s where things can almost invariably become strained and puzzled. It’s amazing how automatically folks can mouth and repeat back at the ring of the old Pavlov bell, the appropriate canard for every occasion. All Left Liberal fantasy is really for projecting a superior and vain image on the part of the parroter. Mostly at the level of a hysterical hobbyist posture, they’re not intended for any er, action.
"Believe me! Give me kudos! Love me!"
“Men live in a fantasy world. I know this because I am one, and I actually receive my mail there”. Scott Adams.
Don't get me wrong. I'm so inner-city, it hurts! I love the inner-city. The people are so cute. And everyone still lives virtually the same around here and always will, with plumbing, dentistry, electricity and refrigeration etc. But many don’t want to admit to being spineless consumer’s and perform all sorts of gymnastics and cant to distract and deny it. I’m happy to admit I’m a spineless consumer, especially when I live in the fortunate part of the world that has things to consume. In the inner-city, it can seem that maybe 99% of opinion’s are utter crap. No, really. But luckily most don’t live by them except in passing. In the cold light of day here in Tombstone, Sheriff, you realise we all have basically the same requirements.
“We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are”.
“[Left] Liberals view talk as an end in itself. They never think through how these talks will proceed, which is why Chamberlain ended up giving away Czechoslovakia. He didn't leave for Munich planning to do that. It is simply the inevitable result of talking with madmen without a clear and obtainable goal. Without a stick, there's only a carrot”. Anne Coulter.