Showing posts with label Election 2016. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Election 2016. Show all posts

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Zippers, More Crap from China, More Crap from the World of Politics and Asherah



Another zipper snapped off in my hand ... this one on my green Newport hoodie, made in (you guessed it!) China.  Only had it for a year, which should surprise exactly ... no one who has any familiarity with the absolute junk China foisters on us with the full support of every politician out there, may they all burn and rot in the bowels of ... so anyway, I found an Amazon entry for a replacement full zipper hoodie ... called Joe’s USA! ... except for the small print that whispered that  Joe USA's entire product line was, I then learned, made in Honduras.  “Joe’s USA”, my un-American ass.

It’s been a struggle, opening Facebook every morning and reading nothing but non-stop crap.  I don’t care what side people are on, I just keep reading more and more insane political crap that stopped making sense a year ago.  I finally found some “safe” Facebook pages to park on when I’m chatting with a friend, so as to ignore all of it.

Example:  I have learned more about space travel, post-modernism and “Aviation Technology” in the last six months than I had in the last 20 years – can actually give you the names of different airliners; discovered that the symbol of Egypt Air is actually Horus.  (I absolutely love it - Who knew?  Yay, Horus!!)  ANYTHING but American politics.

No, not even politics, it’s just non-stop juvenile, brain-dead insanity.  And now, I don’t care what side you’re on – nothing you say at any point will change anybody’s minds, so just GROW UP and SHUT UP!  Everything you post is either a deliberate or unintentional lie, so you are perpetuating this 3-ring circus that the 2016 election has turned into.  In fact, this entire country needs an intervention, at this point.  The days until this insane campaign is over can’t pass fast enough.  Thus ends my 2016 Election rant for the day.

And Fall has set in. Any hope we had for a warmer fall to make up for the chilly May and June has wrapped itself in hoodies, flannel sweatpants, woolen knee socks and left town.  I have this sullen determination not to turn the furnace on ... so, as I sit here with my teeth chattering, grumbling at my perverse stubbornness ...

I would have changed the title from “The Changing Heart” to the “Watchful Heart”, but that’s just me.  (Woke up to the Alfred Hitchcock Presents program; that’s what was airing at the time).

Have just begun Asherah and the Cult of Yahweh in Israel, Saul M. Olyan, Society of Biblical Literature, Monograph Series,  (#34),  Scholars Press, Atlanta, Georgia,  1988.

What I like:  he doesn’t start out like a Judeo-Christian-Islamic defense lawyer (“Impossible!  Blasphemy!  There is no other god except ...!”), which is very refreshing.  Instead, he starts out with the various (and conflicting) interpretations of Asherah and her relation first to Baal and to El and to Yahweh.  What I’ve learned:  much like the christians swearing their Paulian version of their cult is the only correct one; the Torah went through much the same process of being politics-driven as opposed to anything spiritual.  Most christians have little or no knowledge of the numerous variations of christianity that existed until Rome took control and ruthlessly slaughtered adherents of the other versions.  Had nothing to do with whether there might have been any truth in those other beliefs – as always, it was a matter of who swung a meaner sword.  Since no one likes to look at the truth that their “correct” religious beliefs only came about by means of grotesque slaughtering of entire towns ... christians now believe their version is the only “correct” one for spiritual reasons.

Same was true of the Torah – Olyan makes a point of which schools of thought influenced which passages he quotes.  Christianity follows their political choice, the Paulian sword – and Judaism, for the most part, adopted the Deuteronomistic versions of the Torah, which were re-written after each tragedy (the fall of Jerusalem, the Babylonian exile, etc.) to explain past history.  The exile, as an example – much of the blather about their one god being a “jealous” one came after they had been exiled, by way of explaining why such a horrible episode had happened to them.  You get together a bunch of pissed-off guys who had just been driven from their homeland, and who buy and sell women like cattle, and what else is their version of the Torah going to sound like?  The Queen of Heaven disappeared from early judeo-christian-islamic books.  They still don’t believe She ever actually existed in their belief system.  But She did.

This really isn’t contributing much to “C’era una volta”, and the origins of the Big Bad ... but for that I’m reading The Gnostic Gospels: Adam, Eve, and the Serpent, The Origin of Satan by Elaine H. Pagels (New York : Vintage Books, 1989, c1988), but I was in the habit of reading that, unfortunately, when I was laying on the beach, relaxing to the sound of the waves against the shore.  Fall comes around ... I have to change my reading habits.

So how do you resolve the issue of fallen versus not fallen in the matter of heavenly beings? If you go by the edicts of the medieval church, the only angels who are to be considered legitimate and not fallen are those three archangels whose names appear specifically in the Bible: Raphael, Gabriel, and Michael.

Of course, conspicuously, these three also appear specifically by name within the sacred texts of another culture entirely. In the Sumerian tale of Inanna’s descent into the Underworld, Michael, Gabriel, and associates stand guard at each of the gates of hell. Those three beings who would later be adopted as archangels into Jewish myth appear as guardians who exact payment from the goddess before she may pass through the various levels of the underworld in her attempt to reach the throne of her sister, Ereshkigal.

The weird and wacky history of earth’s bizarre religious traditions continues ...

Friday, August 5, 2016

Winner of the “Most Obtuse Review of the Day” Award



“In the perfectly stirring stories of  Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone, Sequoia Nagamatsu constructs a cartography of eye-stinging wonder with his fleet of wobbly wabi-sabi GPS syntax-spinning satellites. These fictions plot asymmetrically the raw terrain of the wasabi slathered human heart, leaving us lost in all our findings, the stunned state of boketto, empty yet teeming with that taste of awful awe.”
— Michael Martone

Things that make you go, “*duh* - what?” ... but on the other hand, after months of reading nothing but the depravity of the American condition and complete failure of the national educational system at its most fundamental level (i.e., politics on Facebook, when you realize that there are lots of people out there who cannot spell basic words, or employ rudimentary logic and yet are given access to a voting booth), I’d forgotten that there are a few people out there whose brains function occasionally.  Which is heartening.

Not THIS guy, no – (I suspect he had possibly just chopped a lot of onions – or perhaps couldn’t handle the wasabi – his eyes were definitely stinging, no disputing that one, before he wrote that) – but I ordered the book anyway because, despite the unintelligible and incomprehensible review, it sounded creative and interesting.  Along with a blender, and there may be some subliminal message in that too ... except I needed the blender.  Like every other blender in the USA, it was made in China, so I expect it to fall apart and stop working after a month.  Get out your stopwatches.

Speaking of which ... ah, the fun of watching the entire world fall apart at the seams ... Nice, Turkey, Dallas, Orlando, Brexit, Kansas City, BLM triggering police murdering squads, Germans being knifed and axed on trains, the world’s worst U.S. election of all time, Trump blurting out more and more insane nonsense ... all except for the election pretty much within one month’s time... feels like World War III is on the verge of exploding.  Well, at least I’ll have some reading material to enjoy before I go.  And maybe one frozen margarita, courtesy of China, before the blender falls apart.

It’s impossible, trying to make sense of this 2016 election.  It’s like a circus ... no other way to describe it.  As I write this, Trump’s “spokeswoman” (someone named Katrina Pierson, who appears to be a convicted shoplifter from Texas) has just blamed President Obama for something that happened 4 years before he was even elected in 2008 ... resulting in a Facebook and Twitter explosion of ridicule at her idiocy ... and you think, “Why would Trump pick a shoplifter as a spokesperson?”  Makes no sense.  Meanwhile a senator in CA just demanded that Trump be forced to submit to a psyche exam.  But that is the way this election is going – something like a massive April Fool’s Day prank or something.  You just give up and stare at the three-ring circus in amazement, unable to make much sense of it.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Debacle That Is the 2016 Election



Are you a Democrat?  The leaders of your party think most of you are stupid!!  Are you a Republican?  The leaders of your party think most of YOU are stupid!  Independent?  Green Party?  Communist Party?  Tea Party?  Coffee Party?  Log Cabin Party?  (Fill in the blank) Party?  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  Ditto!  All of Congress thinks most of you are stupid.  And you know what?  THEY’RE RIGHT!

And do you know why they’re right?  Because this is what most of you  do – constantly.  You’re on Facebook.  You see a post meander its way through your feed.  You agree with it.  Yup, fits right into your World View!  Ha!  Vindication!  Justification!  Has to be true, right?  You pass it along without a second thought.

The problem is:  what you’ve just passed along so self-righteously was a bald-faced lie.  Anyone who does a modicum of fact checking knows it’s a bald-faced lie, I don't care what side you're on.  You’re as virulent a liar as you claim the other side is.  You are no better than the people whose views you don’t share and therefore despise.  You are no better than the people you're so "offended" by.  You are no better than the people you sneer at and call (depending on which side you’re on):  “Libtards” or “Republi-pukes”.  Read that again:  you are no better than the people you despise.  You like to think you are, but you’re not.  You are every bit as disgusting as they are.  Maybe even worse, because you’re also a hypocritical slug with a cavern where your brain stem was supposed to be.  You are nothing.  You are less than nothing.

Of course it was bull.  The leaders of your party knew you’d fall all over yourself like a gullible idiot, passing this false story around to everyone you knew, and everyone you hated, because they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you were stupid!  “See?  I was right and you were wrong  Nyah!  Nyah!”  They counted on it!  Do you enjoy knowing that so many people actually count on your appalling stupidity?  Are you PROUD of that?  Anybody with a working brain wouldn’t be.

Critical thinking used to be valued in this country.  Hell, I remember high school history classes where we were taught how to vet sources.  Is it a legitimate source?  Did this source have an agenda that might twist his or her interpretation of something, even if you agreed with it?  The moment you read something that is so astonishing you’re flabbergasted ... why isn’t your first reaction to say, “Wait.  Is this actually true?” 

And yet ... with very few exceptions, no one does.  You all click “share”, “share, “share”, “share” without a moment’s thought.  With a sick, twisted smirk on your smug face, you perpetuate lies so ugly, you might as well work for the other side – you’re always claiming THEY’RE liars, right?  Look in the mirror, people  You are no different than the people you despise.  Live with it.  Swallow that truth down with your morning coffee.  Republicans, you are no better than “libtards”.  Democrats, you’re no better than “Republi-pukes”.  Ditto to the rest of the fools who do the exact same thing.

For the record:  I am so sick of this pitiful excuse for an election I could throw up.

Wow.  And here I thought no one read this thing.

Apparently, they did.  My one big mistake in life (apparently) was posting something about a singer I had a crush on, back in my pre-teen years.  Who knew he had a sick, mentally deranged stalker, who took such vile exception to my post to the point where I was stalked, right along with him?  Death threats, the whole nine yards.  Having now deleted all of that – and having turned her in gleefully to the proper authorities – I’m back.  If you thought my respect for women in general was disturbingly low, you would have given my “respect” level more credit than it deserved.

“Oh, don’t hate women because of HER ...” someone out there is cooing.  “She’s obviously mentally ill!”  Well, *duh*! - thank you, Captain Obvious in a skanky Victoria’s Secret  bra.  I figured that out pretty quickly ... which didn’t make it any easier to combat.

She changes nothing.  Another example:

To the Women at Planet Fitness:
SHUT UP!!!!  GET HELP!!!  GET EXORCISED!!!!

Picture it:  Planet Fitness.  Morning.  Filled with people trying their damndest to count their own repetitions, listen to their own music, whatever.  Instead, every single last one of us is subjected to a loud, shrill inane conversation between two women that was actually somehow louder than the sound turned up to full volume on people’s headsets and earbuds.

And no matter how many people turned around and glared at them, the two biddies just kept on babbling inanities at the top of their lungs as they plodded along slowly on the treadmill, barely expending enough calories to, oh say, keep a birthday candle going for 2/100ths of a second.

Inanities.  How much produce cost at Hannaford’s as opposed to Market Basket.  Their grandchildren’s brilliance at running headlong into trees.  Their own mindlessly boring plans for the day, for the week, for the year.  Inanities.  Mindless, boring idiocy, which is the only manner of mind-numbing conversation most women can dredge up out of the depths of themselves.

SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!  SHUT UP!!!