The Archbishop of Cyprus, bless his heart, recently said:
"I gay nascono per colpa di madri che praticano sesso anale durante la gravidanza."
The thing about a truly vulgar opinion is its immediacy. Now I can't imagine how else gays could be made: Women who get butt-fucked during pregnancy. Why didn't I think of that?
Chrisostomo ("Goldmouth") II, Arcivesco di Cipro. He was Special Friends, you'll remember, with Benedict XVI, who has probably by now forgot if indeed he has Altzheimer's. Also to know about our friend Chrisostomo, he pledged the Greek government the financial support of the Church, proposing to buy bonds issued by the government.
Agincourt: The Bloodiest Battle (Famous Medieval Battle Documentary) | T...
Maybe only the other battle as satisfying (the Right Side won) as Agincourt was Dien Bien Phu. Ah, those clever, plucky Welsh bowmen! Those intrepid Vietnamese artillerymen!
What's fun for me is imagining I'm showing this video to a governmental district manager in a tea-growing part of southeastern China. Somebody who's responsible and wants everybody who has anything to do with the tea producing and marketing industry to be happy--including the government (Whom he promises and gives 10% of all net profits on the spot; gets them out of our hair and allows us to get on with maximizing the tea industry in Southeastern China).
Green Medicine - Chile's Medical Cannabis Revolution 2015 Documentary
This kid is tops. Smart and funny, like her mother says.
Wallowing as I like to do in large-comfy meaningless generalisations, I love all expressions of Chileanness, which in my imagination has to do first of all with its immense geographic longness (the ideology of which it maybe inherits from the Incas), a violently achieved, constitutionally suspect, union of vast disparities, with a degree of hyper-civilization in its imperial scope that fair breaks your heart.
We are now, technologically and demographically, at the point where we can, and must, define and describe the governance that we are subject to, and the governance that, as citizens, we wield or exercise. At its simplest, the Internet, is already an immense, instantaneous vote-canvassing and vote-tabulating machine, particularly in those states where Internet Freedom is guaranteed by state law. Encryption is not a problem. Encryption is a game that anyone who wants to should play as much as he wants to. Microsoft proposes one system--but there are others. How about we put it to a vote?
~246~ US Election Systems Taken Over By Pentagon & Microsoft
This man, Lee Camp, speaks truth. It's the the same truth I hear plainly enunciated by Farron Cousins, Jesse Ventura, Glenn Greenwald, Abby Martin, Noam Chomsky, Joe Rogan, etc., which is, of course, partly how I know it's true; it's also, very exactly, true by my own independent reckoning, of which this blog itself is witness.
[163] Proof CNN Is Filled With Nonsense & Nonevents
This is, of course, the correct account of the world politics of 2012. I had not thought before of the horror and abomination of the US-NATO reduction of Libya as being a specifically African occurrence.
Orlando Bloom on Buddhism, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo and Daisaku Ikeda.
Not that I would compare myself to the illustrious Mr. Bloom, but I also am a convert of Nichiren, have read and understood, I think, the Lotus Sutra (and really liked it), and practiced chanting nam-myo ho ren gay kyo for which I was immediately rewarded (a lid, i.e. an ounce of marijuana and a single person's monthly allotment of foodstamps), and to the existent corporate entity of which I sent [to a monastery in Japan] a little less than fourteen dollars, in faithful exchange for which I received a gohonzon (a sort of wooden box without a lid, intended as an altar, and a seriously beautiful, hand-brushpainted by a monk scroll that said NAMyohorengaykyo), and lovely hand-crafted buddhist prayer-beads. I gave the Gohonzon to Toni Pugh as per the entry "Okay, Peyote," who fuckin loved it, and gave it space of honor on her livingroom wall. I gave the beads to a friend in hospital who was about to have a risky operation: He was miraculously cured, and did not fail to pass the prayer-beads on to a friend of his who was in hospital and was cured....
Quite a fellow this Nichiren. He, and his, stood up twice, on their kamikaze winds, where Mighty Babylon and Korea had fallen, to the great Mongol Tiger of the thirteenth century. I think he only pretended to be a Buddhist.
So, how do I feel abouthaving parties where buds like Bill Clinton and Don Trump show up and take over the upstairs bedrooms and invite the chicky babes that're hanging over the furniture downstairs to go up with them--Well, repulsed, actually. But I wouldn't do Bill Clinton for all the stock shares in anything.
As Vain Regrets Keeper of the Margaret Mitchell Fading Magnolia Society of Vicious Nostalgia,
I spend a a few moments almost every day wondering how the American Civil War--or World War I--might have been averted. Saving the Romanovs--It was 1905, I think, when Lenin and most other Russians came to the realization that the Czar was not their friend, and that if they came asking for bread he'd shoot them. A would-be apologist for the Romanovs would have to go way back. As they passed from the 19th into the 20th century, they seem to have been born stupid and gone mad.
The Czarina--crazy bitch--was right: Rasputin saved the Czarevitch, stopped feeding the hemophiliac aspirin...had crazy eyes.
--quoth George Bush in a recent speech. Really. Think how many who should be dangling from ropes think that. Not that they must have been victims of mass psychosis, but, rather, that they were exceptionally clear-headed about what they had to do (oppose communism), and being galvanized, did it. Coming from a man whom the most charitable could scarcely not deem stupid--renowned for his vacuous ignorance about everything--this has the ring of profound truth. Perhaps we've misunderestimated him.
Here's the thing. At the very, very beginning: There is no such thing as Being. It's all Phenomena. Being as anything in itself is a mistake/illusion of grammar and syntax, which is harder not to be duped by in German than in English. Ontology is impossible--or, simply, twaddle. I like "Authenticity," however--and admit that the German word for it is even more satisfyingly self/subject-oriented--and I confess that, in my capacity as a Buddhist Proselyte, what I strive most to nurture, foster, discover is, exactly, Authenticity in Humankind and the World. Quite as if (I believed that) it existed.
What exactly is the rôle of Ivanka Trump? - ¡Hotcha Blond Bimbo Daughter ("I'd 'date' her" says her Father)!
Let's just say that her performance of this rôle goes over better with North Koreans than with the elegant old lady, Christine Lagarde, who's CEO of the International Monetary Fund when she's having an intimate moment with four or five prime ministers of various major world powers, that Ms. Trump is doing her damn'dest to intrude-upon--the video, gone viral, of which has brought down Trump: Nothing survives that degree and amount of ridicule. And she's just being herself.
Heidegger's "Being and Time" with Jason Reza Jorjani
Bullshit, maybe. But strangely glib. I like his having a 'Homo Faber,' pseudo-anthropological take on Humankind, which all-knowing "depth" psychologists have not an inkling of : 'Tool/not tool' is, indeed, how I, as a representative of my species, the same as a New Caledonian crow, see things, analyze them, and deconstruct them. Fair enough. But I dispute his Teutonic Scholiast's wrong notion of History and its importance, which apparently he and all other Teutons imbibe like mother's milk from a thousand-titted Hegel/Diana of Ephesus. I had to say it.
I think I know why young Mr. Pacman seems distraught and apprehensive: It is the honest face of one discovering that there is more baseness, indifference, hatred, stupidity and plain meanness built in to the Way Things Are than he in particular can fathom, deal with, or entirely comprehend. The exact political similarity of the burning of the Reichstag in 1933 and controlled demolition of the World Trade Center in 2001, and their Constitutional consequences, has not, and cannot, occur to him. You'd think he'd notice that, in both cases, the use of torture was revived.
There is substantial agreement that what Chiang Kai Chek did, when he fled in the end to his island fastness of Formosa (as we liked to call Taiwan then), was loot mainland China of its ancient art, of which it had a lot, most of which is now on tempting (or taunting) display in museums on Taiwan. Suppose that the People's Republic invades--There will be a diaspora, as in fleeing Greeks, bearing arcane knowledge. I'll bet they find the lost masterworks of the Isabella Gardner museum. This is probably the last opportunity we'll have, before that happens, for anyone to get acquainted with Bei Song ceramics and brush-painting (in those capacious museums on Taiwan). I'm seriously thinking of booking passage to a land where they eat snakes and puppies.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.