Iconoclasm: Your Presidents Are Supposed To Be Godlike, But Your God is a Rapist, Murderer, and Slaveholder

I love being primarily an iconoclast in everything I do. 25 years and counting.

I kinda fell into it, after my formative years had been wasted on "Mother Goose." Long story.

I was out and about today and heard a bit of Dave Davies standing in for Terry Gross on Fresh Air (a program I love far more than I hate). It was an interview of Matt Bai on his book, just released today: All the Truth Is Out: The Week Politics Went Tabloid. Alright, ostensibly, its a book about how the revelations of Gary Hart's philandering in 1988 during the Democrat presidential primary changed things in the way media covers future prospective Kings in America.

I'm completely unsure of what the whole point, moral, or conclusion of the book is about. Here's the book description from Amazon.

In 1987, Gary Hart-articulate, dashing, refreshingly progressive-seemed a shoo-in for the Democratic nomination for president and led George H. W. Bush comfortably in the polls. And then: rumors of marital infidelity, an indelible photo of Hart and a model snapped near a fatefully named yacht (Monkey Business), and it all came crashing down in a blaze of flashbulbs, the birth of 24-hour news cycles, tabloid speculation, and late-night farce. Matt Bai shows how the Hart affair marked a crucial turning point in the ethos of political media-and, by extension, politics itself-when candidates' "character" began to draw more fixation than their political experience. Bai offers a poignant, highly original, and news-making reappraisal of Hart's fall from grace (and overlooked political legacy) as he makes the compelling case that this was the moment when the paradigm shifted-private lives became public, news became entertainment, and politics became the stuff of Page Six.

Shit, I could about write a post about every sentence, but I like to do things 'more posts, each shorter,' nowadays.

There's many ways you could go with this, the most obvious being that it coincided with an enormous debt build up, various bubbles, and high politics became a game you couldn't afford to loose, so very high stakes. Or, it was the rise of the American Shiites who called themselves Baptists and Fundamentalists (my own experience).

Neither explanation is really satisfying to me as some singular thing. Do you know what is? News companies as big corporations that sell advertising to other big corporations whose customers are the Americans who buy their stuff. Faux News isn't Shiite fascist conservative because it has owners that have deep family values. It has identified a certain market niche of fucktards. CNN and MSNBS aren't commie liberal because they have similarly opposite, conscientious owners. They're in it to make money for shareholders and their corporate advertising customers have their own fucktards.

Only fucktards make meaningless distinctions about all of the above.

...I can't really help but think, given what I heard in 10 minutes of that interview, that it's mostly about bemoaning the fact that those who reach high office aren't the doGs we've always imagined them to be.

I guess they never clicked into EvilBible.com.

So they sent twelve thousand warriors to Jabesh-gilead with orders to kill everyone there, including women and children. "This is what you are to do," they said. "Completely destroy all the males and every woman who is not a virgin." Among the residents of Jabesh-gilead they found four hundred young virgins who had never slept with a man, and they brought them to the camp at Shiloh in the land of Canaan.

The Israelite assembly sent a peace delegation to the little remnant of Benjamin who were living at the rock of Rimmon. Then the men of Benjamin returned to their homes, and the four hundred women of Jabesh-gilead who were spared were given to them as wives. But there were not enough women for all of them. The people felt sorry for Benjamin because the LORD had left this gap in the tribes of Israel. So the Israelite leaders asked, "How can we find wives for the few who remain, since all the women of the tribe of Benjamin are dead? There must be heirs for the survivors so that an entire tribe of Israel will not be lost forever. But we cannot give them our own daughters in marriage because we have sworn with a solemn oath that anyone who does this will fall under God's curse."

Then they thought of the annual festival of the LORD held in Shiloh, between Lebonah and Bethel, along the east side of the road that goes from Bethel to Shechem. They told the men of Benjamin who still needed wives, "Go and hide in the vineyards. When the women of Shiloh come out for their dances, rush out from the vineyards, and each of you can take one of them home to be your wife! And when their fathers and brothers come to us in protest, we will tell them, 'Please be understanding. Let them have your daughters, for we didn't find enough wives for them when we destroyed Jabesh-gilead. And you are not guilty of breaking the vow since you did not give your daughters in marriage to them.'" So the men of Benjamin did as they were told. They kidnapped the women who took part in the celebration and carried them off to the land of their own inheritance. Then they rebuilt their towns and lived in them. So the assembly of Israel departed by tribes and families, and they returned to their own homes.

(Judges 21:10-24 NLT)

Should I go on? I can give you a few thousand similar evil passages in your Book of Divine Grace.

...And so, I don't think there's a lot to worry about in terms of presidential politicians and other Nomenclatura getting their willies wet outside the White House presidential bed—nor sacred bassinets for proto-Presidents and other risers to doGhood.

By my reading of the Bible, the worst of them are all amateurs. So relax. Let your doGs have their fun. Europeans have been doing it for centuries and still manage to uphold a lot of the trappings of the general fantasy.

California Enacts ‘Yes Means Yes’ Law, Defining Sexual Consent

One fucktarded, regurgitated story, here.

"Lack of protest or resistance does not mean consent," the law states, "nor does silence mean consent. Affirmative consent must be ongoing throughout a sexual activity and can be revoked at any time."

So, is "yes, Yes, YES, YeSSSSS safe haven?

...Close to the most anti-animal, ridiculous fodder for jilted cuntfmales and adventuresome prosecutors I've ever heard of. Because it's basal, and putting legal distinctions on intimate human animal behavior is something only The Land of The Free would dare to do.

No worries. Someone else will care for the kids who get chewed up up in this femiNAZI cunt adventure. It's so...motherly.

...I haven't read the legislation but what I'm primarily interested in is how a judge's decision tuns on the distinction between a raging hard cock and a swollen, dripping wet pussy. Just guessing, but I'd guess that few black robe types, perched on benches have ever experienced a swollen, dripping wet pussy.

May you live in fucktarded times.

Cold Rice and Bean Salad

I arrived back to San Jose yesterday afternoon, after a week away giving Beatrice time off from attending to two very spoiled and ornery rat terriers (she spoiled them; see how charitable I am IRL?).

Checked email when I got back and a blog reader, Brian, had a link for me: Rice and Bean Resistant Starch Salad; a post at Food Renegade by  Shannon Stonger (wouldn't it be cool if she was 'Shannon Stronger' or, 'Shannon Stoner'?).

I looked around. Bea had a pot of pinto beans in the fridge, and the rice cooker was on the countertop, with a full load from the night before. Hmmm, beans & rice dish? I'm in. After a quick surveillance of what else there was on hand, I set off to the market.

All I needed was two large heirloom tomatoes (I got a big red and a big yellow) a big [h]ass avocado, and a block of cheddar cheese. It calls for Mexican oregano, but I had Greek, which is the closest. Substitute a little lime juice for some of the vinegar and you'll approximate that lemon verbena thingy (I googled it on my iPhone 6, in the store).

See her full recipe here.

My variations:

  1. the rice was Ben's Parboiled. Doubt it makes any difference. It's just starch.
  2. went with 2 tsp of sea salt instead of 1 1/4.
  3. 1/2 tsp cayenne instead of 1/4.
  4. for the vinegar, used juice of a whole lime, 1 TBS coconut vinegar, and 2 TBS ACV.
  5. recipe calls for black beans or whatever your preference. I had pintos, but bought a can of black at the market which when drained, was 1 1/2 cup of the 3 cups called for. So, half pinto, half black.

The recipe doesn't specify, but you want to drain the beans of their liquid. Ought be obvious, but you never know. Some people do beans more like soup, so you want to start off the same.

My only thing I'd do different next time is to go with less onion. Recipe calls for a medium, the two I had were large and I picked the smallest one. Bit more chunky raw onion than I'd have preferred. Beatrice, on the other hand, loved it more than I. Definitely go with doubling the cayenne if you at all like a little kick. Even still, it's a small kick.

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Yea, it's a lot

So, there you have a week's worth of starchy, side-dish substrate for your proteins for lunch and dinner, for two people; and it's as cheap as sewer water.

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Yin Yang. Grace and Evil.

...I really loved the idea of a whole avocado for the dressing substrate (as opposed to mayonnaise, which I hate to make). Word of caution: if you go with the 2 tsp salt as I did, the dressing will be very salty. Remember, it's to dress a lot of stuff. You'll not need to add any more salt.

Potential future variations: Olives? How about fresh cilantro, either as garnish or in the dish itself?

Thinking Out Loud: Resistant Starch in Beans vs. Soaking Beans

Alright, here's the brain teaser.

So, since the beginning of this Resistant Starch Revolution, I was in San Jose all the time and did all the cooking of beans. And like a dutiful respecter of Wise Traditions methods, I always soaked them (mom and grand moms did too, when I was a kid). On the other hand, my Mexican-heritage mother-in-law scoffs. Mexicans apparently dump their beans in a pot, add water and cook them. Side note: they always taste far better than my soaked ones (soaking liquid discarded) and make way better refried beans.

Now that I'm away about half the time, Beatrice cooks her own beans—just like her mom taught her.

So here's the deal. My beans? Little to no fartage. Bea's beans? Substantial fartage, unless you eat them daily, in which case—for me at least—it subsides.

Remind you of anything?

Hypothesis: soaking beans ferments them to where certain bacteria strains pre-consume various fibers (including the RS2) and the by-product is the bubbles you see on top of your soaking liquid that you discard and that don't end up in your colon where said by-products are available to co-feeders and whatever else benefit you might get. Alternatively, or both, soaking activates certain enzymatic processes whereby RS2 is consumed, much as it is in the ripening of a green banana that's full of RS2; but that's what fuels ripening such than when it's yellow, little to no more RS.

Alright, theorize away. Destroy my hypothesis if you can. After all, the only thing I can ever be truly certain about is when I'm absolutely wrong.

What ought I call this? How about: The Pre-Farted Beans Hypothesis? The gasses end up in the air you breathe, not in your colon where they do the most good.

Update: a Twitter follower sent along this: Soaking the common bean in a domestic preparation reduced the contents of raffinose-type oligosaccharides but did not interfere with nutritive value.


The objective of this study was to verify the effect of soaking on the factors causing flatulence in the common bean (Phaseolus vulgaris, L.) cv. IAC-Carioca during domestic preparation. A biological assay using recently weaned (21 days) male Wistar rats provided the Food Conversion Efficiency (FCE) and the Net Protein Ratio (NPR). Five treatments were carried out with isocaloric (350.9 +/- 37.9 kcal/100 g) and isoprotein (12.0 +/- 0.5%) experimental diets, with the following protein sources: beans cooked without soaking (BNS), beans soaked and cooked with the soaking water (BSWW), beans soaked and cooked without the residual soaking water (BSNW), control diet (casein) (CC), casein plus the total soluble solids found in the soaking water (CSS) for comparative purposes, and an aproteic diet (AP) for corrective purposes, all diets offered ad libitum. The contents of raffinose-type oligosaccharides were determined in the different domestic preparations of the beans. Significant reductions were observed in the contents of the oligosaccharides raffinose (25.0%), stachyose (24.8%), and verbascose (41.7%), and in the contents of total sugars (80.6%), reducing sugars (58.2%), nonreducing sugars (90.3%), and starch (26.8%) when soaking took place before cooking and elimination of the soaking water not absorbed by the beans (BSNW) was used. No significant difference (p > 0.05) was observed between the values for FCE and NPR of the control diet (casein) and control diet plus soaking water soluble solids. Neither was any significant difference between the values for the different bean treatments found, though the values for FCE and NPR were lower than those obtained for casein treatments. Thus it was verified that although the domestic preparation of the common bean significantly reduced the contents of raffinose-type oligosaccharides, total reducing and nonreducing sugars and starch, it did not interfere with its nutritive value.

"[D]id not interfere with nutritive value." Well, at least not for the human cell 10% of us. :)

Weekend Random Links and Commentary

Now that Facebook doesn't have me to kick around anymore, I'll be doing more link roundup posts of various sorts of things that I formerly put out on my Facebook profile and two pages. I'm thinking I'll primarily do this on weekends. Perhaps sometimes under a single theme or category, other times just random. Let's begin with random.

It may sound counterintuitive, but there's even credible research suggesting that low-fat high-complex-starch diets can help type 2 diabetics achieve better glucose control and reduce insulin needs. It's really interesting for me to encounter almost identical anecdotes from the low-carbohydrate crowd and the low-fat vegan crowd: I lost 100 pounds, got off my diabetes medications, my blood lipids are much better now, etc. I'm quite convinced that many people do well on the McDougall diet, and more remarkably, that a significant number of people can stick with it and even seem to enjoy it. [...]

If someone put a gun to my head and forced me to choose between the McDougall diet and the Atkins diet for the rest of my life, I'd probably choose the McDougall diet. Most of the people I met seem to be aging gracefully on the McDougall diet, and I still feel there are questions to be answered about the long-term health impacts of Atkins-type diets. I still have major reservations about a 100 percent vegan diet, however, particularly for children.

Fortunately, no one is putting a gun to my head, so I'll stick with my starch-based diet that includes lots of nuts and a moderate amount of olive oil, butter, meat, seafood, eggs, and whole dairy.

  • America The Police State.

  • The funniest meme I saw this week (via JudgyBitch)

It's a cruel world indeed.

Learning More and More By Knowing Less and Less

Normally I might just share this on Facebook with a rude sentence or two, but I don't, anymore.

Wolves can change rivers...I suppose, like butterflies can set off hurricanes? They—wolves—can change a lot of stuff once human fucktards begin to understand that they understand almost nothing, fundamentally. They are, however—humans—pretty expert at the "forensics"—imprecise and incomplete as it is. The two ought not be conflated and the ancient ought never dictate future policy or that which completely fucks up a: nature park.

Four minutes out of your precious life; roughly, what it takes to do two selfies and one checkin on some bullshit social site.

That's not a dig on the attempt. And quite to the contrary. Knowing you're fucking wrong—the only thing you can be truly certain about—is to me one of the greatest gifts. You are thus completely liberated to move on to the next wildass idea.

The moral of the story, though: ditch the hubris, and stop making public-fucking-policy over fucktarded ideas such that, decades later, you let nature run and marvel about it: in order to overshadow the fucktarded hubristic policy that fucked it up in the first place.

Facebook Sent Me To Bed Without Any Dinner

Not going to make a big deal about this because frankly, I've been considering dumping all Facebook for a while.

And so, I just did that. I just deleted ("deactivated" is the best you can do) my personal profile with its 30 friends (I modeled an HG society for friends. They were actually friends. I knew every single one in person) and 1100 followers who can see and comment on my public posts. I dumped the FTA Page with its 5,000 "Likes" and the Page I recently created—The Daily Fucktard—where I posted my most outrageous stuff for the 200 or so folks who like it straight up, that way.

I rant a lot on all of them, but had endeavored to engage in social segregation...such that folks who followed my personal profile got most of everything, the folks on the FTA Page got only the generally Paleo related stuff (if a rant, a Paleo rant) and those on TDF got me at my very worst because that's what they want.

But Facebook, apparently, has a single set of "community standards" encompassing 1.2 billion people. It's the India of the Internet and just as dysfunctional, socially.

...If you must know, it wasn't about any of the cop rants I do...State...religion...anything like that I've ragged on hundreds of times in as many posts.

Nope, I made fun of some email I got about some "Gynecological Awareness Week."

I found it odd that there needs to be a week for men to be "aware" of pussy. They took down the post and suspended me from doing anything but look at my three outlets for 24 hours. In other words, others could post, like, comment, whatever, and I could do none of that on my "own" outlets. So, guess who owns them?

...You can find me at this blog, and in its comments. Incidentally, I don't do much on Twitarded anymore, either.

I own the data here (I use none of those blogging services—I pay for a vanilla server), and the community standards are my own for the small community I tend to have a handle on.

If you are disappointed, think of the bright side. I will now spend zero effort on Facebook. Moreover, think on yourself. What might you gain if you were to dump Facebook and what, by comparison, would you lose? The answer is different for everyone, and that's the point.

In the end, Facebook costs me way more than I ever got from it, and that includes even several thousand dollars in ads over the years I've paid them. Time and attention are my most valuable assets. I've just eliminated enormous overhead.

...And so, if you want doggie pics from me, you'll just have to check here when I decide to put them up. Here's my two, Scout and Nuke, plus my mom & dad's Kobe, the Shitsu; and my brother's, Drae, a lab/pit mix who's the world's biggest sweetheart.

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Richard Nikoley Has Duck Breast Jerky!