I've four posts in various levels of draft, since making it known that I will behold to no one. At all, ever again. I'm free...from a prison I ultimately imposed upon myself; as easily as I could've escaped, but didn't. My bad.
This is the post that rose to the top of the stack now. To frame it, here's an adorable little girl woman-child in a very short video, completely innocent—in spite of the cultural and geopolitical hate she knows nothing of...but is nonetheless indoctrinated to spew (it's done here in the good 'ol US, too—though more 'Merican-ish, now).
Perhaps you know her. You really do, because she's archetypical: the sort of tender that melts everyone on contact, as it should be. Evolution is fucking smart. Evolution's message: guard this above all. This is your future. But, but and but, give her a mind so she chooses wisely: just like any female mammal endowed with claws & teeth—and she has a mind, too, the most powerful weapon of all. That's a whole other part of evolution.
In an important part of the world, primitive human culture still dominates. Men dominate, the patriarchy that likes their female slaves—to raise as salaves in perpetuity. Getting animally objective, they penetrate females with erect penises at their sole discretion, and no doesn't ever mean "No," it means: now you get it even harder. I don't for sure know how it tuns for them in all intimacy—if such a dominant hierarchy could even logically allow for it—or if there's even ever the willful tenderness that Enlightenment demands—but I'll never forget the first time a pair of panties were pulled down in complete volition for my exclusive enjoyment. I like to think I earned it. I also like to think of the entire Islamic world as bunch of pussy wankers, because I lived in a world where that competition was ready to go at 20ya, like a college football game, and you silly do-nothing wankers want to debase yourselves by living in the injustice your whole lives, denying yourselves the human male victory of a hot girl pulling it down for you, because she wants you? You don't know what that's like? So sorry, wankers. Pathetic pussies. Earn it, or someone else will. Fix your fucking dog-shit—with emphasis on dog and shit—14th Century Dirt Scratching "culture." (culture, quoted, is also in small, 4-pt type, in case your browser is Islamic)
Guys: There's pussy in it at the end of the rainbow. ...And there's nothing like earned pussy.
Modern, privileged, western purveyors of misogyny awareness—al-la young, stupid bitches with little life experience—have nothing on this and little insight, being so inward focussed over their own "troubles." But they screech louder, as to drown out the real injustices, in favor of their entitled rejected selves...like the stupid cunts they kinda wish to be perceived as for leverage...while predictably objecting loudly when they're taken that way.
...But ought they really be regareded any other way than that which they actually vie for? Aren't they, really, just daring you to come out with it? Ought their pathetic sense of entitlement and "injustice" overrule good mature sense when someone takes them for who they are? ...Or ought they get what they want, so they can commiserate about the general "injustice" of privileged society with other privileged, but commonly rejected young ones? And let chips fall?
Let's see. I've so far written about the worst form of indoctrination, dabbled in the effects of indoctrination on young 20-something girls with pitiful life experience, and so why not delve into Paleo indoctrination? I'd call them robotic, but Screeching Monkeys in the Jungle, while cumbersome, is more Paleo and well, it has to be Paleo. But let's review the worst of indoctrination first. I transcribed the video, but without the extra-English-translation. The first phrase is from the teacher to the adorable woman-child.
You are going to recite a poem, which also teaches us responsibility and belonging.
The occupier stole my land and my grandfather's land
Where is your sword, Khaled?
Where is your courage, Saladin?
But no one answered me.
Where is my weapon? I found it—a stone.
I took it and threw it at the enemies of disunity.
I taught the world that the Muslim in the name of Allah cannot be defeated.
They challenge us with the White House,
and we challenge them with the awakening and the kaaba.
They aren't stronger than Khosrau and Ceasar.
They are inferior and smaller, more cowardly and despised.
They are remnants of the crusaders,
Oh Muslims of the world:
Awaken, you have slept too long.
Your fathers and your sons are being massacred.
I'm awful at this sort of thing...LeonRover and Marie being frequent, well read literary intellectuals in comments in my blog who could shame me at the flick of a clipped pinky nail can do better on an average night of awful sleep. Nonetheless, from the standpoint of a rational culture that ultimately puts religion and its baggage to the backseat, and Mother Goose to plain metaphor, I must try to offer a better outlook and human paradigm for this woman-child.
Every race and ethnicity experienced injustice here or then, time and place; a long time ago, or even recently.
All peoples are one; in one way, that their tribes have been defiled.
Some said that's life. They looked ahead instead.
They moved on to create civilizations better, for their loved children and themselves.
It was so giddy at first, that some even went to the moon of the Earth, and came back safely.
They could have burned their resentments of life in effigy, instead.
It's nothing like going to the moon and back.
I didn't do it myself it's strangely easy to take for granted.
When you don't take humanity for amazing, rather than a trinket.
Even if she'll never hear it, what alternative human life paradigm can you offer for her life and those little ones like her? I did my best and I know there's a thousand hearts out there who can do better. Give it a shot, if nothing else, to make yourself feel better because that may be all you've got. Depressing.
So is this. Depressing. People wondered if my ban from IPMG (International Paleo Movement Group) on Facebook was my motivation for my Declaration. Yes, and no, to borrow a rarely used phrase. Yes, in the sense that it was the final straw. No, in that this had been brewing anyway.
I have 27 emails in a folder. I received all of them inside of 3-5 minutes of posting this to the group. How?
Well, some time ago, and I don't really recall how or why, but I got wind of the group. Active, about 2-2,500 members. I ought to have suspected something when I realized you actually have to be accepted as a member. I did. And got accepted. I also might have gotten over myself that Paleo babes were showing their tush in underwears as a matter of routine.
It was just a contest. But I thought, cool, something different, let's promote for the general thingy, and so I did, with a post (now deleted).
Their membership quickly rose to over 3,000 and I'd guess I got them somewhere between 700-1,000 new members. Tim Swart did thank me for that. Never heard a whisper from Joe Salama or Karen Pendergrass that I recall. In fact, I've never ever heard a word in any direction from either of them that I can remotely recall.
I stopped in now and then, but very soon saw weird doctrinal shit, like people being castigated for even mentioning anything not pure "Paleo." I didn't make a stink. Instead, I just went to ground and thought, well, I got them a ton of new members so I'll just shoot up a link to a new post now and then, but not too often.
Screeching Monkeys. In the Jungle. It's Pure Paleo™
Yep, I posted that post, the full context of which includes a 40-minute video. In no way do I require anyone to read or watch a video, but a post that takes a minimum of a few minutes to read, a a video of 40 minutes? Fair? Otherwise, shut the fuck up and suck the fuck up. I have the time stamps. Within 3 minutes of posting, I have 27 comments, all 100% ignorant, negative, and as soon as I began to shoot back—2 minutes—banned (now blocked, can't even see the public page—but of course I have means). It was probably by Karen Pendergrass who, like any other ignorant moron, immediately comments that "it's offensive to Muslims" (that got her Yelps, I'm sure). Yelps, that posted graphic sure was supposed to be offensive to Muslims (not Jews, Christians, Hindus and Buddhists); can't even deal with plain cartoon. ...She was the one on the scene and hot on the ban button within a minute or so. Neither Joe Salama, LP*, nor Tim Swart, LP, said a word.
I don't give a shit about that, really, and had already dismissed IPMG as some proto-paleo deal where it's like children getting their religion-indoctrination on, and then they go to real interaction like in comments on my blog where people write in multiple sentences and stuff (even....PARAGRAPHS!). Perhaps 1-2% of IPMG would qualify, from what I saw of the moron, there.
I have awesome commenters that humble me, including those who take me to task, and when I just stop and think, there's only one thing to do, and that's just laugh at an utter pussy, fearful, unconfident stupidity like IPMG, as its cloistered moderators have designed it, to sit and rule, never answering. Think about it. You have to request membership and they are so fervent, that just out of the blue on an afternoon, they will ban someone for not upholding the orthodoxy—a simple contradiction in purpose and everything holy if you're "Paleo."
But everyone do what they like, judge as they like, give love or hate in comments as they like, as always. We're adults, here.
* Little Pussy