The Biblical Joseph was a crooked politician who stole everything from the people, even their freedom

Earlier I had some irreverent remarks about the founder of my religion.  Surely that one offends any Mormons more devout than I am, and it’s hard to get less pious than Yours Truly.  This time I’m surely going to irritate some garden variety fundamentalist Christians by telling it like it is about a revered figure in the Bible.  Apologies in advance; you’ve been warned.

It turns out that Joseph Smith – “Glass Looker”, writer of mediocre Biblical fan fiction, rookie bankster, bad Egyptologist , horn dog – wasn’t such a big shyster after all, compared to his Old Testament namesake.  In fact, comparing the two would be about like a high school kid who deals nickel bags of weed from his locker versus Pablo Escobar.  Adask’s Law tells about this, worth a read in its entirety.

That one takes a poke at the economist Keynes.  Anyway, I don’t have a gripe with Keynes; it’s the neocon economists who drive me up a wall.  That’s all another rant for another day.   I figured I’d recap the story too with my own spin.

The Biblical Joseph plots to swindle the entire country

There’s lots of stuff in Genesis about Joseph’s long sojourn in Egypt.  There were plenty of ups and downs in that experience.  He eventually became the second in command of the Pharaoh, who fully trusted him and delegated his powers to him.  That’s not bad for a foreigner who started out as a slave and just got sprung from jail, right?  Together, they would begin a monstrous scheme against Egypt’s citizens.

In Genesis 40, Joseph starts to get a reputation as a dream interpreter, a gift from God as he explains.  So then – how does he use this great blessing?  In the next chapter, the Pharaoh has the dream about the seven fat cows and seven lean cows.  After a similar dream, he consults Joseph about it.  This meant that there would be seven great harvests, followed by seven bad harvests.  Maybe you heard about all that in Sunday school, and how – forearmed with the knowledge – Joseph saved the Egyptians from mass starvation.  What a nice guy, huh?  A closer look at the story reveals things in an entirely different light.

And so it came to pass that the dream came true.  Insider information is great to have.  For example, a hedge fund manager could make serious bucks if he’s on buddy-buddy terms or related somehow to a Federal Reserve honcho.  Knowing before anyone else does which way the prime rate will go is worth quite a bundle on Wall Street.  (Insider trading like that is crooked and illegal, but hey…)  Imagine what you could do if you had a hot tip straight from God!

Ancient Egypt gets gypped

So here’s what happened.  As predicted, Egypt had bumper crops for seven years.  During that time, Joseph bought up the surplus, preparing for hard times.  The government surely got a pretty good deal on it; that’s Economics 101.  Having a major buyer would’ve kept the prices from hitting rock bottom, though, so the farmers were making money.  Then things take a turn for the worse in Genesis 47.  The seven years of plenty were finished.

“47:13 – And there was no bread in all the land; for the famine was very sore, so that the land of Egypt and all the land of Canaan fainted by reason of the famine.”

During the lean years, he provided the surplus grain to the people so they had enough food.  That’s what you heard about in Sunday school.  Yay Joseph!

Oh, but wait – did you think he sold back the grain at cost, or at merely a modest markup?  He could’ve if he’d wanted.  For seven years straight, the farmers had profited from a massive surplus.  Presumably they didn’t blow it all in Vegas, though surely they would’ve gotten a kick out of Luxor.  Buying back the grain they’d grown in seven bountiful harvests, they completely ran out of money in under a year.

“47:14 – And Joseph gathered up all the money that was found in the land of Egypt, and in the land of Canaan, for the corn which they bought: and Joseph brought the money into Pharaoh’s house.”

Apparently the price gouging was so exorbitant that (if the story is to be believed literally) the Egyptian people were left completely penniless.  The government took the opportunity to squeeze them for every last copper they had.

Economic digression

Now let’s read between the lines here.  After a massive crop failure, of course the price of grain was going to be high; again that’s Economics 101. It’s not like anyone was in a position to sell it cheaper and undercut the government’s price, since the harvest was terrible this time.  If anyone found the price objectionable, the government’s agents simply could shrug their shoulders and say, “Yes, it was much cheaper last year when you were selling it, but that was then.  Hey, it’s the maaaarket.”

That’s what the oil execs say these days whenever they pop a Viagra and jack up the gas prices.  One example of this game is when the Rockefellers artificially limited the refinery capacity and gave us the late 1970s energy crisis.  If you’re an old geezer like me, you’ll remember unprecedented high prices and cars lined up for a couple blocks to get into gas stations.  OPEC gets froggy too on occasion.  Sensibly, they cut it out after a while and dial prices back down, before electric cars (like the 1970s Citicar, the 1990s EV1, or newer models) really get a chance to catch on.

This has far-reaching implications.  All products get brought to stores in trucks.  When the fuel cost goes up, prices go up, that’s one of the things that cause inflation.  When oil prices eventually go back down, it takes a good while longer for gasoline prices to go back down.  Products at stores take much longer to get cheaper again, if they do at all.  Adam Smith’s “Invisible Hand” theory states that prices set themselves efficiently because of competition.  However, this certainly doesn’t happen overnight.

Further, running a monopoly or a cartel is an end run around that.  Competition can’t set the prices efficiently, if there’s no competition.  It means the owners can make the price whatever they want, because fuck you.

Joseph’s food monopoly worked great – for him!  All the country’s money went straight into the Pharaoh’s treasury.  The prosperity from seven good years, as well as all the rest of their savings from before – gone!  So now what?

From the Dust Bowl to the Great Depression

“47:15 – And when money failed in the land of Egypt, and in the land of Canaan, all the Egyptians came unto Joseph, and said, Give us bread: for why should we die in thy presence? for the money faileth.”

Now check this out.  Parsing this quaint KJV phrase – “money failed” – into modern terms, Egypt’s private sector economy suffered a catastrophic depression.  Of course that was going to happen; after all that price gouging, nobody had any money left to buy more overpriced grain!  Joseph seems to have been a pretty sharp cookie, entrusted with a great nation’s financial affairs, so surely he knew exactly what would happen.  You don’t even have to be Adam Smith to understand that no money means no economy.  Now the public was completely desperate, and begging for relief.

“47:16 – And Joseph said, Give your cattle; and I will give you for your cattle, if money fail.”

“If?”  Like things had any chance of improving?  Good one, Joe!  He reassured those guys, “if money fail” further yet, he’d just trade all their livestock for enough grain to keep them alive a while longer.  No money, no problem; we got you covered!  (Snicker, snicker.)

“47:17 – And they brought their cattle unto Joseph: and Joseph gave them bread in exchange for horses, and for the flocks, and for the cattle of the herds, and for the asses: and he fed them with bread for all their cattle for that year.”

Sure enough, ancient Egypt’s Great Depression didn’t end.  Of course “money failed” still, since all of it remained hoarded in the Pharaoh’s treasury.  They didn’t have tractors back then, so farmers relied on horses, donkeys, and oxen to work the fields – which they had to hand over to the Pharaoh just to survive.

“47:18 – When that year was ended, they came unto him the second year, and said unto him, We will not hide it from my lord, how that our money is spent; my lord also hath our herds of cattle; there is not ought left in the sight of my lord, but our bodies, and our lands:”

Surprise!  In the second year, the peasants were screwed, and not in the fun way.  They knew it and the government knew it.  Well, if you can’t get blood out of a turnip, you can still put the turnip up for sale…

Dependency is the road to slavery

Slavery LARPing

“47:19 – Wherefore shall we die before thine eyes, both we and our land? buy us and our land for bread, and we and our land will be servants unto Pharaoh: and give us seed, that we may live, and not die, that the land be not desolate.”

So after the next iteration of this, the once-independent farmers gave up their land and freedom to the Pharaoh.  Today, “servant” generally means paid household help, but in earlier times it meant “slave”, from the Latin term “servus”.  The passage is quite clear that they wanted to sell themselves into slavery for bread, along with their land.  They even begged for that.  Societal self-abasement never got any lower than this, at least until cultural Marxism came along thousands of years later.

“47:20 – And Joseph bought all the land of Egypt for Pharaoh; for the Egyptians sold every man his field, because the famine prevailed over them: so the land became Pharaoh’s.”

Now these independent yeoman farmers had lost all their property, and even became property themselves.

“47:21 – And as for the people, he removed them to cities from one end of the borders of Egypt even to the other end thereof.”

The new slaves got crowded into the cities and rode out the crisis on the Pharaoh’s handouts.

“47:22 – Only the land of the priests bought he not; for the priests had a portion assigned them of Pharaoh, and did eat their portion which Pharaoh gave them: wherefore they sold not their lands.”

The Asshole Dictator 101 course teaches that you can’t risk pissing off everyone.  You need to keep your high class citizens, especially those in a position to keep morale from completely collapsing, on your side.  They, and the military, are what keep the peasants from revolting.

The “New Normal”

“47:23 – Then Joseph said unto the people, Behold, I have bought you this day and your land for Pharaoh: lo, here is seed for you, and ye shall sow the land.”

Likely there was a fast forward here for a few years.  After the anticipated famine came to an end, Joseph cut them a deal.  They’d been slaves crammed together in the cities for a while, but he’d let them go back to the fields they used to own, which now belonged to the Pharaoh.  He’d even give them seed grain from the remaining supply so they could get started again.  What an awesome guy!  There were strings attached, though – surprise!

“47:24 – And it shall come to pass in the increase, that ye shall give the fifth part unto Pharaoh, and four parts shall be your own, for seed of the field, and for your food, and for them of your households, and for food for your little ones.”

From now on, all of Egypt’s farmers would be sharecroppers, with the Pharaoh getting a 20% cut every year henceforth.  (If you’re a middle class American, you’re in the 22% tax bracket.  You can play some Negro spirituals next time you’re doing your taxes to get you in the mood.)  Did Joseph decide to upgrade their status slightly, from slaves to serfs, because he felt guilty about screwing them?  No, he knew that the agriculture was about to improve and their grain reserves wouldn’t last forever.  The Pharaoh needed them to grow crops again.  Best of all, he’d get a 20% piece of the action henceforth.

“47:25 – And they said, Thou hast saved our lives: let us find grace in the sight of my lord, and we will be Pharaoh’s servants.”

You might think that after this colossal swindle, the people of Egypt would’ve been ready to lynch their despotic Pharaoh and his crooked right hand man.  If you figured the torches and pitchforks would come out, you’d be wrong.  Those two never even had to use force to cheat the public.  They simply manipulated a crisis to their maximum advantage.  As events unfolded, it’s not too hard to imagine Egypt’s top politicians feigning concern while hiding the details and conspiring to stick it to the public further.

The public’s servility toward the Pharaoh is a textbook case of societal Stockholm Syndrome.  This was the guy who’d approved of the scheme and now owned all their money, livestock, fields, and (since all that wasn’t enough gravy for this greedy shmuck) 20% of their future earnings.  As for Joseph, he was a skillful enough bullshit artist that he got the public to believe he was their savior.  He positioned himself as the way out of their predicament, when in fact his predatory practices caused it.

Holy chutzpah, Batman!  Even now, he’s considered to be this great patriarch, a wise and magnanimous guy who helped out those starving Africans.  This is all despite a colossal profiteering scheme involving price gouging, crashing the economy, and cheating a nation’s citizens out of everything they had.

If the story that the Bible tells is true, Joseph and the Pharaoh were some of the worst kleptocrats of the Bronze Age.  Ancient warfare got pretty bad.  Sometimes foreign conquerors would plunder a defeated country, or shake down the helpless population with a heavy tribute.  (The Mongol Yoke is a classic example of this.)  However, a king oppressing his own citizens that badly is just a little much.  A responsible leader doesn’t exploit the people.  Anyway, all that’s another discussion; stay tuned.

Did this actually happen?

It’s doubtful the story is true, at least in any substantial sense.  Egyptian records (which are pretty thorough) describe nothing like that.  Neither are there any chronicles from abroad corroborating these events, other than the Old Testament itself.  However, there could be a slim chance that the Egyptians finally got wise to that, pronounced damnatio memoriae on the corrupt Pharaoh and the scheming foreigner, and edited this sordid episode out of their history.

Aside from that, the Nile floods every spring, bringing fresh water and runoff from as far away as Uganda.  The Egyptians then got to plant on fields enriched by a new layer of mud.  America’s Midwestern farmers could only dream about this kind of climactic regularity.  It seems a little improbable for there to be a seven year long Dust Bowl on the fertile banks of the Nile.

This seems to have taken place at the beginning of Egypt’s “New Kingdom” era when they got expansionistic and took over the Levant.  Canaan (later Israel / Palestine) is also mentioned suffering from the same problems.  This new province of Egypt was the western part of the Fertile Crescent (considerably more hospitable than now).  They had their own agriculture; that’s the first place farming got started.  It was a separate climactic region with different characteristics than the Nile Valley.  They also had access to neighboring kingdoms – the Hittites, Mitanni, and Babylonians – who could’ve sold them food if needed and undercut exorbitant government prices.

Furthermore, it would’ve taken an unprecedented granary capacity for that scheme to work.  Also, it’s unlikely for grain to stay reasonably fresh for seven years, which is how long the crisis supposedly lasted.  Without advanced technology, it probably would’ve gone bad in half that time, or less.

Lastly – assuming God inspired the correct dream interpretation and it wasn’t just a lucky guess – why did Joseph get away with using the information maliciously?  He could’ve been struck by lightning, turned into an ant, infected with leprosy, or gotten the old-fashioned slow roast.  Some other parts of the Old Testament show people arguing with God, or even trying to pull a fast one on Him.  Sometimes it even works, but I think that Heavenly Father actually is a little smarter than that.  This story wouldn’t have worked in Greek mythology; someone who committed hubris would’ve gotten a can of whup-ass opened up on him in a hurry.

The Book of Genesis is basically right about some parts.  However, I’ll have to conclude that this part of it was either a fable, or substantially embellished.  Perhaps it was made up by someone who knew the rudiments of commodity manipulation, then wrote a yarn about how their great patriarch gypped those Egyptian peasants and they even loved him for it.

If it was partially true, I would suspect there was substantial spin doctoring.  Those types think that they’re wonderful people, oblivious to the resentment generated by their behavior.  Even if they’re aware of the conditions they caused, the public matters nothing to them.  If the people get wise and retaliate, they think they’re being terribly wronged and can’t understand what they possibly did to deserve it.  Well, bless their hearts.

The Biblical Joseph was a crooked politician who stole everything from the people, even their freedom

A brief and highly irreverent biography of Joseph Smith

Joseph Smith, the founder of my religion, has a reputation of being a 19th century con man.  I certainly won’t argue the point, as I’m pretty much a heathen, and just a Mormon by technicality.  This isn’t exhaustive, but rather a few highlights of his career.  Actually, he got started early with the bullshit artistry.

In his younger days, he was a “money digger“.  He didn’t have a metal detector, but fortunately he had a magic peepstone to see through dirt.  There was just one problem – whenever his shovel touched a treasure chest underground, immediately it sank deeper.  Silly pirates – always burying their booty in quicksand!  People were more superstitious nearly two centuries ago, and believing in folk magic stuff wasn’t too unusual, but that only went so far.  In 1826, “Joseph Smith the Glass Looker” got arrested for fraud.

Later, Smith got into the religion racket, finding it (as L. Ron Hubbard did much later) to be considerably more profitable.  Another thing he had in common with Scientology’s founder was a very active imagination.  Some others, though, might say that he’d dropped too much LDS.

Smith called a couple other magic peepstones the “Urim and Thummim”.  He’d drop a crystal ball into his hat, stick his face in the hat, and start reciting the Book of Mormon.  This way, he didn’t even have to look at the Golden Plates to translate them, or page through an Aztec dictionary.  That’s how the book that Mark Twain called “chloroform in print” came into being.  I’ll have to admit, Hubbard was the better writer of the two.

Then there was the Kirtland Safety Society swindle.  Joseph Smith tried to start a bank, and had paper money all printed up and ready to go.  The Prophet was surprised to find that its charter got denied.  (Gosh, I wonder why the state rejected it?  He thought they were just being prejudiced.)  Still, he went ahead with it anyway, despite its unlicensed status.  He had the funny money stamped over, so that the “Kirtland Safety Society BANK” bills read “anti BANK ing” instead.  It wasn’t really a bank, because he didn’t call it one!  Clever, huh?

Fractional reserve banking is a tricky business, of course, even when it’s “anti-bank-ing”.  They filled chests with rocks, then scattered a thin layer of coins over the rocks.  After a look in the vault, prospective customers were convinced it was quite solvent indeed, a great place to deposit their money.  Things didn’t end so well – what a shocker!  Come to think of it, Joseph Smith should’ve asked some Indians for advice; surely these Lamanites had inherited a knack for high finance from their forefathers.  With the tribe’s help, running an “anti-bank” would’ve been a piece of cake…

So the Kirtland Safety Society went belly-up from illiquidity, $100K in the hole and sued nine ways from Sunday.  According to one inflation calculator I found, in 1837, a hundred grand then would be the equivalent of $2.2 million now.  Back then, Americans didn’t use funny money from that tricky Federal Reserve.  Your great grandparents had real money – gold dollars!  I suspect it’s actually inflated considerably more than a 22:1 ratio after we switched to paper money.  In the 1800s, fifty cents was a decent grocery run.  Eleven bucks won’t buy much food these days.  Maybe the Federal Reserve is an “anti-bank-ing” venture too?

He dabbled in Egyptology too, and claimed to have deciphered their language, though the results were pretty embarrassing.  Still, that’s how we got the Book of Abraham, with some cool stuff like Planet Kolob.  There’s much more, but I won’t compile a list of Joseph Smith’s flaky deeds, as I could write a book about it.  In fact, others have done exactly that, and I doubt I could do better.

Anyway, all that bullshit artistry is something for bad Mormons like me to chuckle about.  At least he got more pussy than a cat shelter.  His notch count was even higher than mine, which is no mean feat.

Eventually things came to a bitter end for our first Prophet, Seer, and Revelator.  I figure it was inevitable.  Even if he hadn’t been shot in the Carthage jail, some other mob would’ve whacked him eventually.  That had nearly happened a few times before.  Church history basically says that he went like a lamb to the slaughter.  The truth is that he had a gun snuck into the jail, and he went out trading fire.  Somehow I like the real version better.  Maybe that means that he’s in Valhalla now?

Anyway, his birthday is coming up soon on December 23.  Be sure to raise a glass of Pay Lay Ale for Brother Joseph.

A brief and highly irreverent biography of Joseph Smith

The indoctrination of children to “alternative lifestyles” is intensifying

In the past, sex education was about what happens to the body during puberty, and maybe the basic “birds and bees” discussion.  This was so that the monthly thing wouldn’t be a complete surprise for the girls.  Also, making everyone aware of where babies come from was important so that they’d know what could result from a hot date that went all the way.

The subject was controversial back in the 1940s and even much later.  Some school districts taught that.  Others left such discussions for parents to do, when they felt their children needed to know, and with discussion of morality at their discretion.  It’s not necessarily a bad thing if schools teach the basics, so long as it’s age appropriate and contains suitable moral context.  However, that’s quite different from what’s happening these days.

Boys Beware

In earlier times, schools didn’t teach much about homosexuality, other than an old film called Boys Beware.  Today, this would be massive trigger bait, of course.  A teacher got in trouble for showing it recently, even though his actual point was to demonstrate how terrible homophobia used to be.

I added some notes with much black humor, which admittedly is completely undignified for this subject.

  • Opening – 1961 looks so normal that it seems like another country.
  • 0:30 – Inglewood seems a little different these days, doesn’t it?
  • 1:18 – They’re right; hitchhiking stopped being safe during the 1960s.
  • 2:10 – Kino escalation!
  • 2:13 – Does this guy look guilty, or what?  Never trust a bald guy with shades and a porno ‘stache.
  • 2:35 – He just happens to show up to the game to give him a lift.  That seems a little more than just friendly…
  • 3:00 – On their first date, he looks pretty skilled at Pedo Game; perhaps this isn’t his first rodeo.
  • 3:22 – “Fishing trip”, huh?  Sounds like something out of Brokeback Mountain already.
  • 3:48 – So pr0n in 1961 meant these little photos?  That’s different!  Anyway, shit’s about to get real.
  • 4:05 – Now that’s something you can’t say these days!
  • 4:37 – This needs a voiceover from Whacko Jacko, “People always told me, no matter what you do, don’t go around feeling a young boy’s parts, ooh!”
  • 4:57 – So Jimmy gets busted too, for being seduced by a chickenlover?  Harsh!  Then again, he gave up the ass for a burger combo and a few bucks; that rates a class A misdemeanor at least.
  • 5:00 – This needs a voiceover of Chris Hansen, “Have a seat over there…”
  • 5:09 – A basketball game in Inglewood and everyone is White?  What?
  • 5:26 – You just know how this one is going to end.
  • 6:38 – Never shoot hoops with anyone wearing a suit and bow tie, unless he’s a Black Panther.
  • 7:18 – Someone in a car easily can chase down bicyclists, so why exactly does the driver need him?  Always keep your bullshit detectors on…
  • 8:05 – Busted!  Come on, this is California; let’s see the perp getting the Rodney King treatment.
  • 8:31 – These days, kiddy fiddlers can “cruise” in the women’s room too.
  • 9:10 – Getting smart there – good!
  • 9:50 – Saying that these days would cause an epic pearl-clutching fest.

Indeed, it may come across as unfair, because it doesn’t make the point that not all homosexuals are kiddy fiddlers.  The film might give the impression that they’re all like that, though it never says so explicitly.  Despite some pretty disturbing facts, most gays are not into kids.  Still, things like that do happen, sometimes even at the top echelons of society.  Need I mention the priest scandals, John Wayne Gacy (the “killer clown” was once a respected pillar of his community), British celebrity Jimmy Savile (his media buddies covered up for him until his death), Pizzagate, and Hollywood’s pedo problem?  Therefore a word of warning is indeed prudent.

Social guidance films from that era do seem a bit corny by today’s standards.  However, they often cover serious topics.  There’s a companion piece, Girls Beware.  After watching these two back to back, I wanted to see some perps in California’s gas chamber getting the Zyklon B.

These two films were produced with the assistance of the Inglewood police department.  Therefore, they weren’t exactly blowing smoke.  They had a pretty good idea about how child grooming and abductions happen.  Toward the end, Boys Beware has the following words of caution:

“The decision is always yours, and your whole future may depend on making the right one.  So no matter where you meet a stranger, be careful if they are too friendly, if they try to win your confidence too quickly, and if they become overly personal.”

So basically, if someone is making a conspicuous effort to gain trust, that might be child grooming.  Now hold that thought for a minute or two…

In my day

Sex ed wasn’t much different for Generation X, at least in my part of Flyover Country.  We got the lecture on the last day of elementary school.  Everyone was talking about boners afterward.  (I can see why they waited for the very end.)  In junior high, we got a semester of health class.  Alongside the “don’t smoke pot” lecture, there was some discussion about venereal disease.  It was soon outdated, since this was right before the AIDS epidemic erupted.

Back then, there were only straights, gays, and bisexuals; today’s dozens of made-up variations didn’t exist yet.  Sexual preference didn’t have to be explained, as this was common knowledge.  The word “faggot” was thrown around frequently.  However, it was almost always out of context as a generic insult.

By high school, there were a few gays who were fairly open about it.  A few others pinged the radar but didn’t mention it.  Everyone figured out what they liked without outside assistance.  We certainly didn’t need a “50 Shades of Gender” lecture.

Sex education in the 1990s

Times have changed since I was a little brat.  Sex ed became much more universal than before, as well as extensive.  I remember being a bit surprised to hear the following cheerfully announced by a pre-adolescent about what he’d learned in school.

“There’s oral sex, anal sex, cyber sex, and sex sex.”

Uh, okay, Little Johnny.  Did they teach you anything about math too?

Sexual orientation stuff is definitely included now.  Was it to get kids to quit calling each other faggots?  On a more serious note, I understand that anti-bullying initiatives are important.  However, all they really had to say is that some people just are into that stuff and not to pick on other students for that.  Of course, if they convinced junior high kids not to be little monsters in general, it would be a service to humanity.

Anyway, this isn’t simply a neutral presentation of the topic.   Instead, it promotes the libertine position.  The general gist was “If it feels good, do it.”  Basically it amounted to the following.  “Anyone who has those attractions should go for it.  Hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.  If you’re curious about what it’s like, why not give it a whirl?”

Was all that to get future gays to feel better about themselves – or was it to make sure that any fence-sitters ended up in the gay camp?  Early adolescence is a time when the attraction template is under development.  Experiences around then have an imprinting effect.  It became fashionable for girls to identify as bisexual during the 1990s.  (In my experience, the vast majority of women are at least mildly bisexual; now they were just admitting it.)  However, fewer boys were willing to jump on the GLBT bandwagon, which probably frustrated the hell out of the people pushing this.

The kid I mentioned above – who was about as old as I was when I learned that catching VD would ruin your day – was in rural Kentucky.  That’s about the last place you’d expect Kama Sutra 101 in junior high.  How did this happen?  It’s because the educational system has been converged.  That’s easy to do, with the Department of Education in a federal oversight role, and two teachers unions for the entire country.

Most people are unaware that gay activists write the curricula.  Then it gets handed down verbatim, pipelined to the classroom by way of this transmission belt.  Not many other interest groups have this kind of carte blanche access to America’s public schools.

In Canada, things are a little weirder.  Benjamin Levin, Ontario’s Deputy Education Minister, was in charge of their sex education curriculum.  Later, he got busted for kiddy porn, and that wasn’t the only skeleton in his closet.  Now that’s a little embarrassing!

Gender bending in the Current Year

Lately, things go well beyond the Kama Sutra 101 stuff.  These days, kids do indeed get the pro-gay advocacy, sometimes at a very young age.  Often this includes being taught that boys aren’t always boys, and girls aren’t always girls.  Sometimes it’s the entire “50 Shades of Gender” lecture, where they’re instructed in these made-up sexual identities that hardly anyone even heard about until approximately a decade ago.  The gender binary has been deconstructed nine ways from Sunday, with new varieties being announced regularly, like NASA discovering extrasolar planets.

Anyway, there’s an apocryphal quote that comes to mind.  It goes something like this:

Abraham Lincoln:  “If a horse has four legs and you call the tail a leg, then how many legs does it have?”

Stephen Douglas:  “Then it has five legs.”

Abraham Lincoln:  “No, it has four.  Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.”

Now meditate on that one for a bit.

Back in the day, things were different.  I knew that boys were boys and girls were girls.  Even when I was three, I could tell that they looked different, acted different, and were interested in different things.  Today, I hardly can imagine all the confusion this is causing for little tykes who are trying to figure out all this stuff about “bigender, demigender, genderfluid, pangender, genderqueer, two spirit, epicene” and all the rest of it.  I can’t make any sense of it myself; I’m just a dumb blond from Flyover Country.

Now these kids who are too young to have experienced desire are left wondering which of these dozens of identities they actually are.  When you go from two sexes to a theoretically unlimited number of gender variants, things get a bit chaotic.  Worse, some are pressured to get hormones and surgery while they’re still too young even to get a tongue piercing.   It’s just a comparative few presently, and hasn’t been rolled out on a mass scale (yet), but the fact that it’s happening at all is horrific. This will have lifelong consequences.  Many of those who get sex changes even as adults will regret the decision later.  I hardly can wait for the coming years when a battalion of lawyers start going after the ones responsible for this.

Send in the clowns

Other than that, don’t young children have some actual academics to learn?  Well, how about reading?  Actually, there’s a new fad where drag queens come to libraries, schools, and other places to read to little children.  There’s even a Canadian day care center that got into the act.

drag queen with kids 1

drag queen with kids 4

More oddly, they don’t look like ordinary Mrs. Doubtfire type female impersonators.  The  ones doing this go beyond even Thai ladyboys   They actually look more like clowns than men dressed up as women.  Clowns are familiar to kids, of course.  However, some of these specimens strike me less as funny circus clowns, and more like the scary John Wayne Gacy kind of clown.

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Now what’s that all about?  Yhe stated purpose is to show the kiddos that being a drag queen is another kind of normal.  Or is it actually about gaining their trust?  One of these swishy fruitcakes outright admitted the following:

“This is going to be the grooming of the next generation. We are trying to groom the next generation.”

That’s remarkably unusual honesty for the Current Year.  Still, they need to take the drag show away from the kids and back to the gay bar.  Someone else commented on that bombshell:

“This is not about tolerance or anti-bullying.  It is a direct and intentional effort to create gender confusion and doubt among very young children at the very time they need solid guidance and understanding.  The intent is to plant a seed to make children more likely to question their sexuality or gender at a later age.”

Ya think???

Who started this?

It turns out that the “sex ed on steroids” thing this is a little older than you might expect.  There was a precursor to cultural Marxism.  Its founder called it cultural terrorism, and he was in a position to pipeline this stuff to Hungary’s schools:

In 1918, Hungarian Deputy Commissar for Culture and Marxist György Lukács was independently developing such strategies. Lukács developed what he called “cultural terrorism.” One component of cultural terrorism, was to develop sexual education courses in schools that would work to distort traditional sexual morals. He came to the conclusion that if sexual morals in Christians could be compromised and undermined when they were children, then Christianity itself could be destroyed, and along with it Western Civilization and therefore opposition to Marxist indoctrination. He surmised that Christianity was the foundation of Western Civilization, and therefore had to be directly attacked. He accomplished this by highly criticizing Christian sexual moral values in the classroom, while simultaneously promoting sexual promiscuity. He also derided parental authority, which children are always open to. This had the effect of transforming children into bullies, petty thieves, sex predators, murderers, and sociopaths.

So this is the sort of thing that happens when self-appointed elites hostile to the public take over a government.  Bear in mind that this isn’t the only facet of anarcho-tyranny and misrule seen both in earlier times and now.  Well, at least Cultural Terrorism 1.0 didn’t include the clown show back then.  They did make a mistake by rolling it out too quickly.  The secret to boiling a lobster alive is to turn up the heat very slowly.

Fortunately, the Bela Kun regime didn’t last long, though this wasn’t the end of troubles for Hungary.  As for Comrade Lukacs:

The Hungarian working class became enraged at Lukacs’ work, and drove him out of Hungary.

It’s lucky for him that he wasn’t tarred and feathered on the way out, or strung up under a lamppost.  The Hungarians are virtuous people, and they were enraged because their children were being corrupted.  Their daughters were encouraged to become sluts, and their sons turned into degenerates.  Folks just don’t cotton to that.  When are parents today going to start running bozos like that out of town on a rail?

The rest of that article describes the influence of Comrade Lukacs among the Frankfurt School, a Communist academic circle that moved to the USA and began the process of converging the university system.  By the 1960s, the students they had taught had become professors themselves, promoting cultural Marxism to young Baby Boomers.  Then the counterculture resulted from this, noted for sexual libertinism, hostility to authority and their own society in general, and heavy drug use.  That seems remarkably similar to the social engineering efforts in Hungary fifty years prior.

These days, the ones pushing all this aren’t necessarily out to give us Five Year Plans and toilet paper rationing.  They’re like robots still carrying out their orders three decades after their creator died.  Still, the public should know who started it in the first place, and why.

Welcome to Clown World

John Wayne Gacy as Pogo the Clown

So in the past, children were warned about adult homosexuals who get too friendly with them.  Now the these drag queens are brought right to the kiddos.  That’s what happens when you let the camel get its nose under the tent.

What will sex ed be like in the future?  At the rate we’ve been going, maybe it’ll be similar to Neverland Ranch, and they’re going to hand out cups of Jesus Juice for the “rubba rubba” lessons.  If further envelope-pushing is unacceptable – which it already sure as hell is – then parents today should do as the Hungarians once did.

The indoctrination of children to “alternative lifestyles” is intensifying

Are timeshares a scam, or merely a ripoff?

I can’t believe I did this.  I got suckered into another timeshare spiel.  (At least I didn’t get suckered into the timeshare itself!)  After the last spiel, I thought I’d never do that again.  Argh…  I learned my lesson for real this time; I’d prefer to be waterboarded.

My first timeshare experience

One of my girlfriends (the big bodacious one) used to have three timeshares with the same company.  Surely that seems like overdoing it.  The thing is that she got a much better deal on them than you’ll get these days, and was “grandfathered” into a special program.  The way it would’ve worked is that she could’ve stayed at one place for six days, then taken the next day to drive somewhere else, then stayed at another of their facilities, et cetera and ad infinitum.  She figured that it was going to be like a rotating retirement home.  The company quit offering arrangements like that, so you can forget about it if you want a similar deal.

However, she seldom actually used the place.  We stayed there one time, and that’s it.  There were ways you could rent it out to other people.  Since it was near a major convention area that frequently gets accommodations all booked up, that should’ve made the thing pay for itself.  One of our friends actually worked for a company that made those arrangements.  Despite all that, nothing ever came of it.

Anyway, she talked me into attending one of their presentations.  For submitting to a couple hours of that, we’d get free vacation tickets, even if I didn’t buy.  With great reluctance, I went.  So we got the rundown on how it worked, with a video presentation.  Then we got to talk with one of the sales droids.  I got the spiel where we took our current estimated annual vacation expenses, then extrapolated things into the future.

The point was that the deal looked expensive, but I’d save money over time, especially with rising inflation figured in.  I caught them in some fuzzy math, but didn’t call them out for cheating.  I had to feign narcolepsy to get out of the spiel.  I was dead tired anyway, so method acting wasn’t hard.

Then my girlfriend lost her job.  (It’s all a long story.  Her former manager deserves to be stripped naked, covered with barbecue sauce, and tossed into a pen with a dozen junkyard dogs.)  After she no longer could pay the timeshare, I bailed her out a couple times – what a mistake!  The bills kept coming, and unfortunately I never found any pirate treasure buried in my back yard.  So after she couldn’t pay the bills for it, they filed a foreclosure action on her.

Then they went through the motions in court of selling the “property”.  She actually went down to the courthouse to see all that.  Note well, a timeshare is an option to use a room for a limited time every year.  That’s not the property itself, which always belongs to the company, so what’s the deal with going through the hoopla of selling it?  I figured they’d pull a number out of their asses and charge her for it; like I said, they’re skilled at fuzzy math.  However, she’d be a better one to tell the story of that particular dog-and-pony show.

The next timeshare spiel

So we were on vacation at a fashionable tourist destination commonly called Lost Wages.  My finances were already stinging from unexpected vet bills and car repairs.  (The first was a catalytic converter that cost me a king’s ransom to fix so I could pass inspection.  Later, it had a brake malfunction on the freeway.  NOT fun, and we came within inches of splatting into construction barrels.)  Still, the trip was booked, so backing out was not an option.

A friendly droid came up and offered us free comps on shows and other attractions.  Hey, what a deal, right?  I figured she was a hotel rep.  Later, I found out it was going to be a timeshare spiel.  Alarm bells went off, but in a desperate effort to keep further costs down, I figured that I’d let them make their case for two hours, and I’d get some tickets.  We had to put down a $40 deposit for the thing.  Against my better judgment, we ponied up.

After tossing sixty bucks into the slot machine, Lady Luck forsook me.  She wasn’t being kind to my girlfriend either.  Yes, I’m aware that those machines are designed to separate you from your money.  (Heck, that’s the purpose of the Vegas Strip itself.)  Mainly I like the people-watching and the free drinks.  She gets more out of the casino experience, though.  On the way back, I got bit by a foo-foo dog.  I thought that was funny, but perhaps it was a bad omen?  Anyway, we retired to our room and slept off our travel fatigue.

So in the morning, we went to the blessed timeshare presentation.  Much like before, it started with a video explaining the deal.  This plan had a point system, and you could use your X number of yearly points on rooms in different locations that were priced differently in terms of points.  I believe a maximum stay would be seven days in a year.  Maybe that’s in Mule Shoe, Kentucky or something.  In Hawaii, you’d burn through your yearly points in three days.

Then we got assigned to a sales droid.  The guy did put on good rapport, and had decent sales vibing.  Still, there was just something about him that set me on edge.  This will sound strange, but he gave the impression of being a shark in human form.  If he’d turned to someone casually and then bitten off a hunk of raw flesh, it wouldn’t have surprised me much.  Come to think of it, he did look a bit like an alien.  Perhaps he’s one of the disguised Space Lizards I wrote about in Tomorrow the Stars?

We drove to their nearby hotel.  Overall, it did look pretty good.  Actually, the only better one I’ve stayed in is the Plaza in NYC – deep in the heart of the Mothership – and that one’s pretty top-notch.  They even had a couple of swimming pools and a mini-theater.  So yeah, it’s indeed a nice place.  Still, I’m a cheapskate, and I’m fine with anything that’s not a crack motel.

We got back, and the Space Lizard whipped out the paperwork.  I was still a little tired.  (I’m a terrible Mormon, hopelessly hooked on caffeine.)  Despite that, as well as being a dumb blond from Flyover Country, I was able to crunch numbers in my head.  The figures weren’t looking good to me, as I’ll explain shortly.  He tried to haggle.  That didn’t work, so then he laid on a guilt trip.

That didn’t work either.  One of the cool things about being a White Nationalist is that I’m immune to feeling guilty about doing things that aren’t actually wrong, likewise (of course) about bad things I didn’t do personally.  Anther deplorable right-winger benefit includes a free set of high-gain bullshit detectors.  Other than that, I’m a stubborn bastard, and I escaped unscathed.  I would imagine that many other people might’ve buckled under the pressure.

Timeshares by the numbers

So the deal as it was presented to me was that there would be a $25K mortgage on it, payable over ten years.  (That involves interest, which will be an extra cha-ching.)  So that means over two hundred bucks a month for a decade.  However, when I flat out refused, the Space Lizard offered to waive the mortgage entirely.  Generous guy, right?

On top of that is $200/month in maintenance fees.  That’s not for ten years; that continues in perpetuity.  I’m a cheap bastard, and that would eat into my beer budget too much.  (My favorite is Pay Lay Ale.  That’s a Mormon joke, BTW.)  So even though the mortgage turned out to be optional after all, it was still no bueno.

What happens if you want to call off the deal later on?  You can’t get their hand out of your pocketbook.  The best thing you can do is get someone to buy out your obligation.  For this reason, there are hordes of people on EBay trying to sell their timeshares for one measly buck after they’d paid thousands into them.  (If you really want one of those things, why not find one of these woebegone souls and make their wishes come true?)  What happens if you stop paying?  From my girlfriend’s earlier experience, I knew that meant that you’re screwed, and not in the fun way.

This isn’t like an apartment where you simply can move out after your yearly lease is up.  Besides finding someone to sell it to (good luck with that!) or having your credit ruined, the only other way to get out of a timeshare is DEATH.  I’m not sure what the company does to the customer’s heirs, but they’ll have to deal with it; after people end up six feet underground in a pine box, finally it’s no longer their problem.

OK, so they have to build these places and maintain them.  I get that.  Also, what I saw did look pretty snazzy.  However, there are also nice hotels which likewise have to defray construction and upkeep costs, but are cheaper.  You book the room as needed, and aren’t locked into an obligation that lasts until you’re pushing up daisies.

Now let’s have a closer look at the numbers.  So the deal I was presented is to option a stay that’s one week, tops.  For that, you have to pay $2,400 a year in maintenance fees.  You’ll pay over twice that for ten years if you didn’t haggle away the silly “mortgage”.  Now, let’s pro-rate one week’s stay, merely for the annualized maintenance fee.

Again, this must be in a low-demand area to get a whole week, or the point cost means you’re getting fewer days.  This is like paying about $343 a night.  If you got suckered into the “mortgage” too, then you’re looking at more like $700/night for the first ten years.  Think you might be able to find other decent accommodations in Mule Shoe, KY that are a bit cheaper?  Again, if it’s in a popular place like Hawaii, you only get a three day stay, with the pro-rated room rate equivalent to over twice that.

Finally, if you don’t get the chance to use their service that year, then it’s tough luck.  That’s not their problem.  You’re still paying for it that year, even if you get nothing out of it.  (That’s how it rolled for my girlfriend most years.)  Later, we were chatting with some fellow damn Vegas tourists about all that.  Those guys got stuck with a single-facility timeshare in Mexico.  It’s now in a no-go zone because of drug cartel activity, but they still have to pay for the thing.

Anybody – does this still sound like a good deal?  I may be a dumb blond, and surely a real dimwit compared to a Space Lizard, but at least I know better than to get locked into something like that.

Are timeshares a scam, or merely a ripoff?

Online censorship is getting ridiculous

If you’ve ever bothered to read user agreements or terms of service, you’ll usually find verbiage forbidding politically incorrect speech.  Usually it’s just a couple of lines.  Thus, it’s easy to miss, since it’s inside a long, dry legal document that says essentially “Megalocorp can do anything, and you can’t sue us if we screw you over.”  However, they don’t even need a reason.  When the Silicon Valley control freaks click the “ban” box, sometimes it’s not because you used naughty words, but because they don’t like your ideas, even if you expressed them somewhere else.

Sometimes it gets quite persnickety.  One of my friends is a Warcrack addict.  One time, a team member wouldn’t join him in battle, and he told his reluctant comrade, “Don’t be a faggot.”  For that, the Warcrack mods sentenced him to a week in the penalty box for homophobia.  Not that it really matters, he didn’t actually mean “gay”, he essentially was calling the other guy a wimp.  My friend was pretty astounded by that.  Our generation was raised on the proverb, “Stick and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.”

Twitter’s politically correct control freaks

Some other terms of service get much more extensive.  For example, Twitter has gone nuts with that lately.  They ban anyone for the NPC meme under their dehumanization policy, which means no robots or animals.  If you want to get technical about it, then you can’t call pacifists and warmongers “doves” and “hawks” any more.  Communists will be bitterly disappointed, since they’ll have to give up “capitalist pigs” and “imperialist running dogs.”  But what are we going to call fat, hairy gay guys now that “bears” is out of the question?

The “otherkin” present a potential dilemma here.  Some of them think they’re nonhuman fantasy creatures (look up “Elven Nation Manifesto” if you want some chuckles).  Others think they’re common animals, either physically or spiritually.  Some might consider themselves mechanical objects too – which includes robots.  So to follow their rules, if a guy thinks he’s a cat, then you can’t indulge him and call him a cat on Twitter, even if he wants everyone else to go along with the make-believe.

Speaking of delusional people who think they’re something they’re not, Twitter has forbidden “misgendering” and “deadnaming” (I didn’t know that word existed).  Basically, these newly made up words mean that if you refer to Caitlyn Jenner as “he” or “Bruce”, you’re gone.  If a man puts on a dress and calls himself a woman, you may not question that, or else!  Instead, you must buy into “her” reality, or at least pretend to believe it.  Your own beliefs about all that certainly don’t matter.  (If I start calling myself Napoleon, will they let me be emperor of France?)  If you’re on Twitter, just remember the following:

  • If a man calls himself a cat:  you cannot agree.
  • If a man calls himself a woman:  you must agree.

Twitter’s “Trust and Safety Council” has spoken loud and clear about this politically fashionable mental illness, among other subjects.  However, what does any of this have to do with trust and safety?  Is the name some Orwellian construction, like “Ministry of Peace”?  Either way, they’ve taken it upon themselves to dictate what views may not be expressed on their platform.  Fringe gender theories – which twenty years ago even most liberals would’ve found silly – are but one particular in the Party Line.  Thank the Gods that I’m not on that crappy platform!

3DXChat’s politically correct control freaks

If you haven’t heard of 3DXChat, you’re not alone; neither did I until recently.  It’s a sexually oriented virtual reality environment, I guess like Warcrack with nookie.  No, I’ve never been on it; I have two girlfriends, so I don’t feel like paying a subscription to create interactive animated cyber-porn.  This is about the last place you’d expect to find heavy-handed political correctness.  However, a pretty good chunk of their rules is exactly that, along with a lot of micromanagement.

After their “we can do anything” legalese, the following specifics are named.  I have to wonder what sort of contingencies some of them were meant to prevent.

“2.01. Excessive profanity and inappropriate language is not welcome.”

So you’re in this sex chat thing, and you can’t use naughty words?  Do you have to use the proper Latin terms for body parts and sex acts while narrating your encounter, or is romance novel type dialogue okay?

“2.02. Insults, personal attacks, abuse or harassment are not tolerated on any level.”

That’s what a block feature is for.  Don’t they have one?

“2.03. Derogatory comments based on race, nationality, religion, culture, underage sex, or underage sexual preference are prohibited.”

This one goes a little beyond politically correct.  Saying “I don’t like kiddy fiddlers” will get you banned.  Does this place have lots of people who will be offended by being called chickenlovers or something?  Granted, people with certain proclivities might be offended, but must the company must make an effort to spare the delicate feelings of degenerates?

“2.04. Allusion of racial or national supremacy, as well as discriminative propaganda on any level is prohibited.”

While grinding your digitized junk with someone else, remember not to say anything like “Greece is great!”, “China is the center of the world!”, “Nihon ichiban desu!”, or “Britannia rules the waves!”  Anyway, I have to wonder why they so greatly fear that someone will use their dirty chat service to spread “discriminative propaganda”.  Who do they think they are – Twitter?

“2.05. Spamming or posting nonsensical messages is prohibited in the chats. This also includes excessive use of caps.”


“2.11. Discussion on, or linking to illegal activities, such as illicit drugs, is prohibited. This includes but is not limited to the linking of, or discussion on, websites dedicated to vulgar, racist, abusive, illegal, or any other content prohibited by the EULA, or linking to the resources that contain such advertisement or content.”

“So yeah, I was smoking a joint the other day, oh, and before we get back to that story, let me share a link with you to the Truly Tasteless Jokes fan club.”

“2.14. Death threats and other threats of violence in real life, directed either against individual users, game masters or administration of the project, are prohibited.”

Why do they even need a contingency like this?  Let me see…  “When we were having cybersex, your avatar gave mine virtual AIDS!  I’ll have my revenge!”

“2.17. Discussion of social, religious, political, illegal or other controversial topics that may create offense is prohibited. This includes but is not limited to negative portrayal of religious and political figures is prohibited.”

Uh, guys, if someone says “I [love | hate] [Trump | Hillary | Pope Francis | the Dalai Lama]” and you don’t like it, there’s already a remedy.  Just block the user, like you would for anyone who’s bugging you for other reasons.  Anyway, how much of this are they really expecting on a service about digital nookie?

“2.18. Discussion of decisions or sanctions made by Game Masters or Administration in all game chats and channels is prohibited.”

You’d better not say that the referee made a bad call.  Anyway, I’m a little curious about these games – maybe they have naked ice hockey tournaments?

“2.19. Any kind of provocations for other players to violate the EULA as well as additions to it is strictly prohibited.”

“Hey, PenisColossus2016, let’s break item 2.17, how about it?  I’ll start putting down Justin Trudeau, and you start dissing the Archbishop of Canterbury.”

“2.21. Any attempt to create nicknames, groups, or organized communities of players associated in any fashion with organizations which violate any applicable laws or regulations is prohibited. This includes but not limited to, direct or indirect references to Nazi symbols, abbreviations and well known leaders.”

Did someone get “triggered” over the “NSDAP Gangbang Tag Team” or something?

Whew!  So section 3 is about “Names (Players and Rooms), Avatars, Images/Video, Signatures & Room logos”.  It begins:

“Certain content for names, avatars, images/video, signatures & clan logos, have no place on the 3DXCHAT forums or within the 3DXCHAT game, due to their extremely offensive, annoying or inappropriate nature.”

A non-exhaustive list follows.  I mean, it’s a cybersex server; we can’t have people thinking it’s some kind of disreputable joint, now can we?  You may not have the following “Names, Avatars, Images/Video, Signatures & Clan logos ….”

“3.01 that contain profanity, including its abbreviated form.”

So forget about naming your avatar BiggusDickus or DTF2018.  Remember, this is a respectable cybersex server!

“3.05 which have (in any way) racist or nationalistic implications which may create offense to a certain nation, ethnic, religious or racial group.”

Did they make this rule after having a lot of problems with user names like NorthKoreaSucks, GypsiesAreCrooks, or ScientologyIsGoofy?

“3.06 that contain an allusion of racial or national supremacy, as well as discriminative propaganda on any level.”

Okay, so no virtual orgy room called “We Support Segregation”.  Roger that.

“3.07 which contain insults or derogatory comments based on race, nationality, religion, culture, mental stature, sex, or sexual preference”

So you can’t create a “Faggot Funhouse” or “Homo Hotel” even if you’re gay?

“3.08 which have an association with pedophilia, sexual abuse; or have an offensive connection to the human body or bodily functions.”

It sounds like people with certain (ahem) bodily function fetishes are out of luck.  Also, chickenlover usernames or rooms are beyond the pale, but remember not to call a chickenlover a chickenlover, or that’s an item 2.03 violation.

“3.10 which contain excessive gore or violence, or are obscene/vulgar.”

Why, no, we certainly can’t have that on a visually enhanced X-rated chat server!  What kind of a place do you think this is?

“3.11 which make reference to addictive or illegal substances or their use, or any other illegal activities.”

You better not name your avatar LucyInTheSkiesWithDiamonds or GangsterOfLove.

“3.12 that contain Logotypes, symbols, emblems or figures connected in one way or another with organizations, that violate or were violating existing laws and rules; i.e. anything that may provoke strong negative reaction/association or promote national/ethnic/religious hatred. (For example, using different variations of Nazi symbolic, abridgments and signs [88, 14, 420, SS], or similar stylizing [such as, 55] as well as credentials, names and surnames of Nazi leaders.)”

Okay, so no “11th SS Panzergrenadier Division Wiking” party room then.  I’m sure that was a terrible problem before they made up that rule.  Other than that, getting their panties in a wad about numbers is pretty silly.

“3.13 that contain reference to current mainstream religions that may create offense, i.e. names such as God, Jesus, Allah, etc.”

OK, so your username can’t be HungLikeShiva, but you can probably get away with Priapus.  It’s not clear whether or not BigAbdallah or JesusGonzalezHungLikeABull would work.

“3.14 that are connected with negative historical or political personalities, first of all those who are judged by international courts for crimes against humanity, those that generally arouse feelings of suffering or disgust in the majority of people, as well as members of currently existing terrorist organizations;”

Then usernames like IvanTheTerrible, VladTepes, ErszebetBathory, IdiAmin, and SlobodanMilosevic are not allowed.  I’m not sure whether or not you can get away with LBJ or RichardNixon.

WTF was all that?

So here we have a site where you’re a cartoon and can give another cartoon a hi-res facial.  Quite oddly, their rules are so politically correct that it hurts.  In fact, a very large section of their rules was about that.

You’d think that being a sex site, they might have different rules, maybe like “no donkey punch, Dirty Sanchez, incest, necrophilia, or sheep bothering”.  There is only a small amount of that, but there is a considerable focus on politically correct protected categories, and a particular obsession with NS ideology.  If you happen to be a leftist pixellated porn connoisseur, fortunately you still can get away with something like the “Young Octobrist Teabagging Hut”, the “Viet Cong House of Nookie”, or whatever.

What exactly possessed them to make up all these persnickety rules?  Did the Hilfsgemeinschaft auf Gegenseitigkeit der ehemaligen Angehörigen der Waffen-SS create a virtual party house there, where they spoke too freely about the good old days whenever they weren’t occupied with digitized poontang?  Or did some apple-polishing hall monitor grow up, major in sociology at Berkeley, then become a cybersex mogul?  I can imagine another scenario that might have caused their odd NS fixation.  Skip the following if you can’t take a joke:

PCLC:  “Politically Correct Law Center, Muffy Millennial speaking, how may I help you?”
Kinky:  “Hi, I’m Kinky Lipshitz, and I need to file a complaint.”
PCLC:  “We’ll be happy to help, Mr. Lipshitz.  What happened?”
Kinky:  “You see, I was in 3DXChat, which is a virtual reality porno game thing, right?”
PCLC:  “The PCLC investigates, monitors, and ruins the reputations of people who have different opinions than us.  Did you need technical support for your cybersex app?  I can look up their helpdesk if you like.”
Kinky:  “Oh no, this was a hate crime, all right.  So I was in a virtual bedroom, unzipped my virtual pants, and pulled out my virtual shlong.  Then someone took a look at it and called me ‘Clip Tip’.  How infuriating!  I’ll have you know, my briss was done by the most accomplished mohel in Brooklyn.”
PCLC:  “Okay, I can tell you’re very proud of it.  I’ll see what we can do to make sure you’re never called ‘Clip Tip’ online again.”
Kinky:  “Please, Muffy, you’ve got to do something – I will not have anyone making fun of my top-grade kosher salami!  I’m telling you, my mohel is a miracle worker.  If you saw it, then you’d agree that it’s the most beautiful shlong you’d ever laid eyes on.  It looks like it came off of an angel, I tell you!  I’m sure the bitch who said that was a Nazi!”
PCLC:  “I understand your concern.  I’ll escalate this hate crime immediately to the Wrongthink Prevention Department.”
Kinky:  “Oh, thank you so much for saving me from the cyber-Nazis!  What happens next?”
PCLC”  “We help Internet companies rewrite their terms of service so that politically incorrect views can’t be expressed online.  We got all the major social media companies converged already.  We’ve had problems with some of the smaller platforms, but we pressure them and write them up in our report if they refuse to comply with our demands.  However, unfortunately it looks like we haven’t yet got all the cybersex companies on board with our hate speech censorship policies.”
Kinky:  “How can I ever repay you?”
PCLC:  “I’ll gladly add you to our mailing list for donations.  You’ll be happy to know that ‘watchdog’ foundations like us are the only thing preventing a second holocaust.”
Kinky:  “Oh shit!  I’d better cut you a check right away!”

Okay, so that was a little flippant and silly.  Still, foundations like that do exist, and they’re promoting online censorship.  Journalists have gotten into that act, too.  While they’re supposed to be doing their jobs, they’re combing through YouTube clips and the like, looking for things to report.

Why censorship is wrong

Viva Pinochet

The hyper-PC policies of a cybersex site are rather absurd, but simply a symptom of the times.  What’s more pernicious is how this has overtaken the more serious online forums (Twitter is just the beginning of a long list).  They’ve taken it upon themselves to make certain perspectives, or even entire topics, off limits.  Things like globalist social engineering and population replacement migration are wrecking countries across the Western world, and even threaten the future of civilization, but they’ve decided that you can’t talk about any of that.

For a century, tight corporate control over the mass media prevented open discussion about anything the Powers That Be found inconvenient.  Now that the Internet allows the public to talk back, they’re working themselves into a frenzy to put a lid on it.  Still, they really should reconsider.  As one notable figure put it:

“Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”

The dangerous right wing extremist who said that was a guy named John F. Kennedy; maybe you’ve heard of him.

Online censorship is getting ridiculous

Sociology classes are a scam and have been since the beginning

Colleges today have a number of “soft studies” departments newly made up in the last few decades.  These include women’s studies, gay studies, gender studies, various ethnic studies (the ones that aren’t about culture, but about promoting resentment), whiteness studies (which is all about pushing guilt trips and collective suicide), and even fat studies.  The primary focus of them – in fact, their only purpose – is to push propaganda.  This is one of the ways that SJWs and NPCs get programmed.

Unfortunately for any students who get a major in those worthless programs, they’ll find that their degrees have little market value in the real world.  In fact, there’s a good chance that it will hurt someone’s job prospects.  If you were an employer, would you want to hire a brainwashed zombie who wasted four years being deep fried in propaganda, and came out with a bad attitude because of it?

Then there’s a much older form of soft studies:  sociology.  Consider it to be the entire cultural Marxism buffet, serving up a bit of all the above resentment-and-victimology studies.  When I went to college, I was mildly curious until I quickly heard about all the propaganda aggressively pushed on the students.  It was common knowledge around campus, but what one of my friends told me stands out in particular:

“I’ll get an ‘F’ on this paper if I don’t lie.”

So that was in the 1980s.  However, the politicization goes far back.  The following comes from someone who got curious about it and took a sociology class at Brown in 1939 (bonus points if you can guess who this was).  He found it to be a maddening experience overall.  The major items are the following:

  • Sociology is a remarkably fuzzy science;
  • The subject matter was presented very evasively; and
  • The only definite theme was constantly pushing the idea that outcomes of individuals are dependent entirely on the environment in which they’re raised, and heredity has nothing to do with anything.

The final point is basically Rousseau’s “blank slate” idea on steroids.  It’s backed up by leftist “scientists” who faked their research, like Franz Boas, Trofim Lysenko, Margaret Mead, and Stephen Jay Gould.  Can bad societies produce bad outcomes?  I’ll have to admit that they’ve partially vindicated their own theory.  Five decades of aggressive liberal social engineering have produced Clown World.  So they’re partially correct, but unfortunately leftist solutions are ass backward.

As you read the following, remember that this was an experience from nearly eight decades ago.  Undoubtedly that was a lot tamer than the propaganda deep-fry I heard about in the 1980s, to say nothing of whatever goes in the colleges of today.

What is a sociology class like?

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But then, in 1939, I sat in “Sociology I” class and tried my best to make some sense out of it all. I had been happy at the chance to study sociology, as it appeared to me logical that there must be some fundamental principles of the development of the social relationships of life, as I had discovered simple basic principles of other affairs I had looked into. I was most eager to learn these basic principles of the operation of human society so that I could understand the events around me and perhaps even predict sociological occurrences in accordance with the principles I would be taught. I have since learned that there are such principles, particularly in Adam’s The Law of Civilization and Decay and even better, in The Crowd by LeBon.

But it would be many, many years before I would fight my way into the intellectual sunshine of such simple, fundamental and logical presentations of the facts of social life. In Professor Bucklin’s classroom on society, all was the most depressing darkness and confusion. It all sounded most enlightening, of course. There were lots of brave new words, ethnic groups, etc., but try as I might, I could not get to the bottom of it all to find any idea or principle I could get hold of. Everything was “by and large” and “in most cases” and “on the other hand” and “So-and-so says, but Dr. So-and-so says absolutely not.” Muddiness of mind was not deplored, but glorified. I buried myself in my sociology books, absolutely determined to find out why I was missing the kernel of the thing.

The best I could come up with was that human beings are all helpless tools of the environment; that we are all born as rigidly equal lumps and that the disparity of our achievements and stations was entirely the result of the forces of environment – that everybody, therefore, could theoretically be masters, geniuses and kings if only we could sufficiently improve everybody’s environment. I was bold enough to ask Professor Bucklin if this were the idea and he turned red with anger. I was told it was “impossible” to- make an generalizations, although all I was asking was for the fundamental idea, if any, of sociology.

I began to see that sociology was different from any other course I had ever taken. Certain ideas produced apoplexy in the teacher, particularly the suggestion that perhaps some people were no good biological slobs from the day they were born. Certain other ideas, although they were never formulated nor stated frankly, were fostered and encouraged – these were always ideas revolving around the total power of the environment. Slowly, I got the idea. At first, I just used it to get better grades. When I wrote my essay answers in examinations, I poured it on heavily that all hands in the civilization in question were potential Leonardo da Vincis, no matter how black they were, nor how they ate their best friends for thousands of years; and that with a quick change in environment, these cannibals too would be writing arias, building Parthenons and painting masterpieces.

But then I began to wonder “how come”? Certainly, environment was important. Anybody could see that. But it was obviously negative. You can make a helpless boob out of a born genius by bringing him up in a dark closet, but you can’t make a genius out of a drooling idiot, even by sending him to Brown. Was it just old man Bucklin who was insane with environment? Or was it the whole subject? I went to the library and read more sociology books. They were universally pushing the same idea. I began to make fun of sociology in the college paper in my column and got into more trouble. Some of the columns were ‘killed’ before seeing the light. I was still too ignorant to know that I was fighting Lysenko and Marx and the whole Soviet theory of environmentalism – which has captured and hypnotized or terrorized our intellectuals – and I imagined I was battling just one foolish college course!

During my second year at Brown, my picture of the world darkened as I discovered more and more intellectual dishonesty in this university which had first seemed almost heaven itself to me. I still knew little or nothing about Communism or its pimping little sister, ‘liberalism’, but I could not avoid the steady pressure, everywhere in the university, to accept the idea of massive human equality and the supremacy of environment. In every course, I was repelled by the intellectual cowardice of the faculty in failing to stand up for any doctrine whatsoever.

I majored in philosophy and, while I admired the intellectual brilliance of my professors, particularly Professor Ducasse, I was hugely disappointed in the headlong retreat of all the faculty whenever they were asked their own opinions as to the objective truth in any matter. I was told that “eternal seeking” is the way to knowledge and there is no denying that, but lively discussion is also vital to any advance of knowledge and you cannot have any lively discussion where the opposition either doesn’t exist or melts away like a wraith when you seek to take hold of it.

I was running into the disease of our modern life: cowardice and pathological fear of a strong personality or strong ideas. Dale Carnegie has codified and commercialized this creeping disease as “how to win friends and influence people”, which boils down to the essential principle of having no personality or strong feelings or ideas and becoming passive and empty so that “the other fellow” can display his ideas and personality. But he, too, is trying to become popular by being passive and dispassionate, so that the result is like connecting two dead batteries: no current. Such human robots are suited to enslavement by a 1984-type society, but not to life in a bold, free society of men. This is the way women should be, perhaps, but not our men and especially not our leaders.

I found the same feeble feminine approach in every subject except in the sciences, and for these last, I was very grateful. In geology and psychology I could find a few principles and laws which stayed there when I reached out to grasp them, and so I reveled in these subjects and rebelled to the limit of my capacity in the others. In sociology I went so far as to write an insolent examination paper which almost got me thrown out of Brown. We were asked to write an essay answer on the factors leading to criminality and delinquency.

I wrote nothing but a fable about a crew of scientific geniuses who set out for Africa to see what made ants act like ants. They searched around until they found a lot of anthills, observed them for many years and finally came up with the discovery that when ant eggs were hatched in tunnels in a certain kind of hill in Africa and grew up among six-legged creatures called “ants”, they themselves were so affected by this strong environment that they became, themselves, ants and waved their antennae like ants, scurried around aimlessly like ants, looked like ants and were ants!

Once again, I was hauled up before the administration for this impudence and almost thrown out. However, I was given another opportunity to write the exam and for the sake of my dear good grandmother and my patient, loving Aunt Margie, I sat down and wrote what I knew they wanted – a piece showing how unfortunate and most excellent babies were invariably driven to stealing from their parents, relatives and friends, robbing strangers at gunpoint and finally axing somebody in sheer desperation at their nasty environment. This was passed with a C plus.

Sociology classes are a scam and have been since the beginning

Where to get Game by Roosh V / Daryush Valizadeh

A little while ago, Roosh V. released a new dating guide for men called Game.  It’s become difficult to find this, for reasons explained further on.

You can get the ebook, as well as previous ones if you like, at his site.

You may also purchase a print edition.

The full product description is here.

Actually, I bought the entire ebook package.  Great stuff – I encourage you to buy a copy too!

Since I wrote my own game guide, why would I buy books about a subject I’m already quite familiar with, as well as give a competitor free advertising?  It’s because I dislike corporate censorship.  For this reason, I’m happy to do business with those who’ve been subjected to it, as well as give them a signal boost.

Was Game banned for politically motivated reasons?

Amazon banned Game mere days after its release.  What passages did they find objectionable?  As he explained, they never gave a reason, and Amazon has products that are objectively much more “extreme”.  Hell, did they even read it before the pulled the plug?  Also, several other books got banned nearly simultaneously; they’d been on the site for years, so what suddenly prompted this?  As he noted in his video, it’s like something out of Kafka’s The Trial, where throughout the entire book you never actually find out what charges the defendant is facing.

The weird thing is that (unlike some of his blog postings) most of his books don’t have substantial ideological content.  Particularly, the Bang series is just stories about dating women in foreign countries.  Censoring books that slaughter leftist sacred cows has become an all-too-familiar thing lately, but what’s so controversial about nightlife guides?  Since they have yet to point to any specific passages and say “You’re not allowed to write this”, then this can only be more of the extralegal harassment that Roosh has been receiving for quite some time.

All this began when ignorant Social Justice Warriors began deliberately misrepresenting what he wrote and started an online dogpiling campaign.  Then journalists started repeating it as if it were true.  They did so without bothering to check the facts, which they could’ve done very easily simply by taking a couple of minutes to read what he actually wrote.  As for this latest development, if you believe the timing is a coincidence, then I have a nice oceanfront resort in Nevada that I’m offering for sale.

Roosh suspects there was some “watchdog” group behind it.  These are tricky pro-censorship outfits that get lots of donations by scaring senior citizens into thinking they’ll stop a second holocaust by cutting them a check.  Whoever did it knew he was releasing a new book, and actually it quickly became a bestseller.  Therefore, whoever is behind it decided to apply pressure to get the new book off of the market and deprive him of his livelihood.

After that, it was up on Barnes & Noble for a bit, and became an even larger bestseller there.  Then they banned it too.  If they gave a real reason for why, I have yet to hear it.  If nobody can point to a single passage in Game as objectionable, then it’s probably nothing to do with the book at all, but instead about other ideas he has expressed elsewhere.

Why is corporate censorship wrong?

Back in the Soviet Union, if the Powers That Be didn’t like what a dissident had to say, they’d throw him into the gulag.  Some countries today have laws about “hate speech” (which means whatever they want it to mean) or talking about unauthorized historical narratives.  Therefore, they also can lock people up for unorthodox opinions just as the Soviets did.  However, other countries such as the USA don’t do things like that.  For those with views similar to the Politburo, how can they make someone an “un-person” these days?  The next best thing is to use their buddies in the corporate world to punish dissidents.  They’ll deplatform people, get them fired from their jobs, and otherwise make it impossible to share their opinions or even earn a living.

Those who think this is awesome will say that private companies can do whatever they want.  (If the same thing were being done to them, you can bet your bottom dollar that they’d be furious about it.)  It’s a similar problem when libertarians think that something bad is only wrong if it’s the government doing it to them.  There’s one little problem with all that.  When a company gets a high enough market share – I believe the threshold is about 40% – then it must start abiding by provisions relating to monopolies.

Thus far, the legal frontiers have been about restraining anti-competitive practices.  However, when a company gets that large, it no longer should be able to practice censorship on a whim.  In fact, the Marsh v. Alabama Supreme Court case, 326 U.S. 501 (1946), provides some precedent on this.  In any event, wrongly depriving people of their livelihood is grounds for a lawsuit.  One of these days, some Silicon Valley corporation is going to get themselves burnt over things like that.

Even during the height of the Cold War, did the Communist Party USA ever have problems renting its headquarters in lower Manhattan?  Was the phone company or electric company able to deny service because they didn’t like their politics?  Were they forbidden access to the US Mail to distribute the Daily People’s World?  Nope.  I doubt they had problems so much as booking a hotel room for a conference, even during the 1950s.  Think about that one for a minute.

Why would a book company want to ban a bestseller?  It makes money for them, after all.  This is what happens when SJWs are allowed to run rampant as faceless corporate bureaucrats.  I’ve praised Amazon before – they truly are an innovative company, and they have a first-rate front end interface – so I’m saddened by this.  Hopefully they’ll stop doing things like that.

Where to get Game by Roosh V / Daryush Valizadeh