Yesterday, I got a comment from some Big Dick who asked me a reasonably reasonable question in a short paragraph, followed by a paragraph three times as long excoriating me for blogging what I actually think at any given moment in league with zero concern for how I’m perceived by ignorant masses.
Next time you want me to answer your question, consider how to pose it to me in a way that motivates me to answer.
He replied in a fashion akin to my style, asking how I wished to be be jerked off, which I deleted. Decent on its face. But, he’s in my living room, I’m not in his. I look at such things exactly that simply. He has no perspective in such regard and mine is impeccable, always.
I am your dream guest in your house. You will invite be back, guaranteed.
Someone else commented recently that I “won the Paleo Wars” because I kept on blogging as I’ve always done, and Melissa McEwen is “Crickets.” I’m more Occam. I think Melissa is young, Paleo was one thing, it didn’t work out as she minimally wanted, and her best move is to focus elsewhere. So good for her to my mind, and I hold not the slightest twinge of grudge.
I hate grudge holders, and I grew up in a family that is basically incapable of holding grudges, even to their own detriment. …Observe ItsTheWooo and I—with whom I had a blog comment dispute a while back—on Twittarded. I try my best to get her to ban me, all in kinda good fun (I’ve recently been admonishing her to cure her sleep issues with raucous sex). I think she kinda gets it (the general Tweeting, not raucous sex). I hope so.
She’s “special.” Weird & Bizarre, actually, but as I pointed out in a Tweet, that’s the real true “diversity,” because weird and bizarre gravitate, and they’re snowflakes. Or, it’s hellish living in this society where the principal lefty thrust is for everyone to think exactly boringly alike. Then, I suppose, everyone just uses Twitter, blogs, news programs and articles to masterbate—I prefer the mind’s eye, not porn, but that’s just me. They already have the “favorite” and “RT” function, so it’s pretty close already. What a joy, seeking people who think exactly what you think, value exactly what you value. (Side note: if you Google ‘Paleo Masturbation’ what’s the second result?)
I just got an email from Kit Perkins. Let me refresh your memory from 2 1/2 years ago. This was last leg, after losing dozens already (see the link for the full story).
He sent me a welcome email this morning that shuttled two drafts to the side in favor of serendipitous motivation.
I wanted to let you know that I’ve still been enjoying your blog since then, and I’ve had a number of personal revelations in what feels like forever since then.
Low-carb has long-since gone from almost a personal religion (shudder), to a regrettable period of myopic thinking, thanks to you and Stephen Guyenet’s Food Reward posts. Despite being such a large shift in my day-to-day, this seems like small potatoes (so to speak) to me now. What I wrote about “carbs” in my results copy to you feels embarrassing now.
I’ve really let (or forced) “paleo” into all corners of my life. Once a diet, now an overriding logical framework, thanks to you, Keoni Galt, and others. It boggles my mind to think I once gave any fucks about “news”, politics, or had even the slightest positive feelings about government. Not to mention feminism et al. (Love your support of JB btw).
I can’t thank everyone involved in this enough – my life has changed immeasurably for the better. It astounds me that I now view my stumbling upon “paleo” as mostly transformative BEYOND six-pack abs. I’m writing a book now, as part of a so-far successful attempt to minimize my matrix participation (or its hindrance of my happiness, at least), and it’s incredible how little of it I want to be about diet.
Anyway, I’m not requesting anything of you this time, just wanted to share. And thanks for everything. [titular emphasis]
This is where I am distinctly different from every single other Paleo “evolutionary peep” out there, except for the few no one reads because they don’t mix it up with some measure of Food Porn as I do (and I have a new one to share in a day or two).
I began blogging to change hearts and minds. After 5 years at that, I realized what all women know instinctively (the stomach thing). So, I switched to Paleo and I had personal experience for the better to show for it. And so now, apparently, I’m changing bodies, via stomach, to get what I really wanted in the first place. How fucking clever is that?
I have more to toss in this stew. See, yesterday, a commenter opened the typical racist can of worms, on my last post about a city incorporating in Georgia so they could minimally have the money taken from them by force spent (less the “take”) on their community. Yep, damn, racially motivated. Everyone out of the pool, automatically. Magic words have been spoken.
I have lived in Georgia for the past few years. One of the reasons for the incorporation of cities like Sandy Springs is racial: whites incorporate so their tax dollars won’t flow into black areas.
Oh, you mean they get fed up with money they are forced to pay, going instead to those who are far more likely to be on the public dole already.
Fucking good for them. Don’t care about the color. Maybe they do, but I’ll bet they care more where their money taken by force is going and they’ve seen it pissed away for far too long. Shame on them. They want their own money to go into their own community. So evil.
You’re such a fuckin’ twat.
I’ve had many such dealings with Kayumochi. I added:
How about tell us about what a racist county Japan is. How about explain to me how a 2nd generation immigrant I dated (well, actually her grandparents were brought from Korea by force) wasn’t even a Japanese citizen, even though her and her parents were born there.
…and how come I was denied entry to hundreds of bars from 84-89 because I was gaijin.
Crickets, so far.
But still, this morning I felt a little bad about the last line of my original comment. Oh, well. That’s how they roll. I’ll just have to live with it. Not to draw too wide a line, but I loved my 5 years in Japan and met some of the most amazing individuals of my life; most notably, my old next door neighbor and landlord, Mr. Komine, who got all my magazines after I read them.
Then Steven piped up in comments. Just an excerpt.
Everything can be explained, to the negative if it involves government, as racism. It is set up that way. One group against another. Even sub-factions within the groups. MLK was one of the first…
I’d just had an email exchange and copied my reply into comments:
I know from experience running all over the Philippines that there’s different grades of social status based on darkness of skin. Somewhere I read that in some South American countries, there are dozens or even hundreds of such classifications.
Here’s an email out to someone I was just discussing with in email.
Well, it’s all built into the cake of collectivism. Everyone has to be equally accepted, welcome with open arms even though virtually everyone is more comfortable around people of similar ethnic and cultural background.
I have lots of gay/lesbian friends and I’ve been in situations where it’s mixed company, a bunch of people, basically, and I’ve been in situations with them were I’m basically the only hetero around. The former is perfectly joyous and the latter, just a bit weird. And I think that’s pretty normal.
My wife has a longtime black friend who has been her principal at two different schools, now the superintendent at another district. Great guy, we’ve had him and his former wife over many times and been invited to many of their parties. But guess what? When it was a personal party like a bday or something and not a school related deal, I am almost always the only white person in the room.
Now, to really understand the natural tendency to kinda gravitate to your own kind vs. scholarship where pointing out “uncomfortable” distinctions ought be part of it, I give you a young, very black scholar named Walter E. Williams, who opted for scholarship over splitting logs and tossing them on the fire. It’s 9 and a half minutes out of your 4-hr daily TV budget. Don’t know the date, but it has to be at least 20 years old and oh, so very relevant, and you know what that means.
OK, now I wait for more idiots and morons in comments. Got a slew of them yesterday, delighted in deletions.
I don’t do moron, anymore, for my own gratification in spending time fielding them. I’m very discriminating, now.