As we charge off down the path of progress we tend to leave a lot of valuable things behind in the past. Things that we miss only when we look around and realized how poorer life is for their absence.

I would like to revive the sense of mutual trust and cooperation that seems to be in very short supply these days. I think we are a weaker culture for leaving it behind.




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  1. Jear77 4 months ago

    “Brevity, is the soul of wit” according to Shakespeare, and even in the era of (basically) one click resume submissions, some companies still insist on you filling out a much longer useless application for employment, wasting the candidate’s time and energy… only to be sent a lengthy note which boils down to “thanks, but no thanks.” My idea of brevity would force all companies to use the shortest form available, as well as eliminate all testing procedures for candidates. Brevity would also cut rejection letters out completely.

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  2. Weenis 4 months ago

    I wish people valued their integrity more than their life.

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      griz 4 months ago

      @Weenis
      That’s a good one: akin to self respect.

      And this factors into social respect.

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  3. ladybarbara 4 months ago

    I’d like to bring back the days when people could take a joke and not be all offended and butt hurt. Those were great days and comedy was actually funny. Face it, we love to laugh at other people. Having to constantly check out political correctness is a pain in the patooty. I long for the days of old comedy, where George Carlin could have us rolling in the isles. Where Johnny Carson could make us laugh with that sideways glance to the audience and we knew — we all knew — what he was thinking. Groucho Marx could insult people and even the poor schmuck he was targeting could see the humor. Bring back the crazy humor of I love Lucy and slapstick comedy.

    I hate it that everyone finds offense in every sentence and snowflakes easily cry. When someone writes the name of the President of the United States on the sidewalk with chalk and 100 students are so offended that they have to have cry-sessions and comfort blankets, puppies, and hot cocoa to easy their pain at seeing a name on the sidewalk written in chalk. I hate that people have to have their comfort service animal with them, or they fall apart emotionally. I hate that the masculinity that makes men so attractive is now called “toxic” and men are trying to turn themselves into woosy women, just to appease females that take offense to a male being a male.

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      griz 4 months ago

      @ladybarbara
      Or Joan Rivers.
      She was a strong competence in your face kind of person — exactly the kind of person the feminists say they want women to be.
      But the oxymoron is that they would be offended by her, stands with campaign to destroy their highest ideal.

      The current Dynamics must be seen through cultural Marxism. There are only victims and victimizers. Power is the only currency. And the ability to generate offense at anything and everything is a superpower.

      And this is about all the cultural Marxist has going on upstairs, all the time.

      Check out the link below.
      I honestly don’t think this is a show. I think she’s seriously believes what she’s saying.

      https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AlDhcFkIANo

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      • ladybarbara 4 months ago

        @griz Now that is true insanity. In California, I lived near the Norwalk Metropolitan Hospital, which is a sanitarium, an insane asylum. There was also a clinic for the marginally unbalanced and once a month they set them out to roam the streets while they reset — something —. Maybe it was that a mental patient could only be sheltered for 30 days, then had to spend a day away. Anyway, once a month there were “loonies” hanging around the streets. It was nerve wracking to go anywhere because there were “loonies” in the parking lots and sleeping in the parks. Just like this woman in the video, they had imaginings and the average citizen needed to get around them, or fight off the insane advances. I don’t like “Zombie” movies because they felt like the city of Norwalk on the day they freed the “loonies”.

        It was like living in a Monty Python movie, one day in every month.

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        griz 4 months ago

        @ladybarbara
        The key difference is at the cultural Marxist pay and study and work to become like this.

        They actually give the genuinely mentally ill . . . A bad reputation.
        Because they could stop just by changing their mind at the earliest stages of their brainwashing.

        The real kicker is that almost none of them are valid representatives of the victimhood groups they claim to battle for.

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      • ladybarbara 4 months ago

        @griz I loved to listen to Joan Rivers!!! She could really bite. Too bad that she seriously announced that she knew Michele Obama was a man named Michael. I’m sure she was killed for that.

        As a uniformed maid, I started a job in La Costa, CA. The man that interviewed me for the job of taking care of the house and kitchen (for his wife, Barbara) was a mild mannered, chubbie, bald man. He had his “Manager” with him as he told me the routine in the house. He said that Barbara gets up at 10:00 am and I was to stay out of her way while she dressed in the morning. Her habit was to clean her jewelry and then go out on the balcony to hold her hands out and say, “Oh!!! How they sparkle!!!” — about her diamonds. He instructed me not to go in her bedroom and bathroom to clean until she leaves to go shopping. She loves to go shopping. I was instructed on how to keep the two sets of dishes separate and to boil them —- keeping a Kosher kitchen. Then he quipped that Barbara has to live in La Costa because it is an ambulance ride away from the Golden Door Spa in Escondido, CA. That is when I realized that the bald man talking to me was Don Rickles. He lived in the beach town of Venis and his wife lived in La Costa. Their marriage was so happy because they “dated” when he visited her. His bedroom was as sparse as a Motel 6. Her bedroom was normal for a woman. But there was a red bedroom that looked like the Valentine bedroom of Miss Piggy on the Muppet Show. This bedroom was where Don and Barbara would romance. As the Maid I had to know all the strange habits of the couple. I really loved it when I got to see Don, because I loved his humor, although, he was a milder man in person and not as attacking as his stage persona. But, those were the days when one did not have to guard what they said. And those were the days that people had a thicker skin and could take a joke as a joke.

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        griz 4 months ago

        @ladybarbara
        The disturbing point is that “the game” many people want to play (cultural Marxism) both requires and rewards an ability to feint injury at anything and everything.

        And it’s a game nobody has ever “won” at.
        (It tends to destroy both the people and the cultures infected with the zeal to play it.).

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      • ladybarbara 4 months ago

        @griz I think you are 100% right about that. There wasn’t a “like” button to like this —— so, here it is —- I “like” this.


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        griz 4 months ago

        @ladybarbara
        There.

        I tested the like button for you!

        So what are your thoughts on how the current raging-victim feminism jives with (or against) the tenants of the original women’s movement?

        I see a great disconnect there, but was wondering if others are seeing it also.

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      • ladybarbara 4 months ago

        @griz The “like” button turned to a “quote” button.

        I don’t follow what the woman’s movement is bitching about. I don’t own a pink pussy hat. I don’t own a red MAGA hat. I would not march for anything. I don’t know what the weenie woman’s movement is crying about. They always cry about some thing that makes them victims of society. I see that there is a disconnect, but it is because no one gives a crap about what they are choosing to cry about. Rev. Farrakhan has stuck his nose in —- some way —- but I don’t care to know how. I get hints that some woman who is the leader of the woman’s movement is agreeing to the garbage Farrakhan is screaming —– and I turn off and stop looking.

        The women can march and scream all they want. I am not listening. Everyone wants to jump on the victim train and say, “Look at me. I’ve been wronged.” It is a game of Woe-is-me.

        The new cry is about toxic manliness. I don’t see all that makes a male a male as being toxic. I would rather look at the heros. Firemen, Police, Truckers, Medics, Heavy machinery operators, and I.C.E Agents that protect us from everything harmful is anything but toxic. The body hair that makes men attractive should never be shaved off. But then, I am old school. I come from an era where men are men and it is good. I enjoy all that comes with being a woman. I will gladly hand over a jar to Immortal Pirate for him to loosen the lid for me. I marvel at his muscles.

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        griz 4 months ago

        @ladybarbara
        The caliber of things they’re complaining about reveal that there really are no true “horrendous inequalities” left: things like petty annoyances, being noticed for eye-catching fashion by the “wrong” people, micro-aggressions, broad unfalsifiable constructs like white privilege, male privilege, no flush toilets or tampon dispensers in Arctic research stations (this made it into a Scientific American feature), male students being more vocally engaged in class . . . and both the Governor and a Senator from Pennsylvania feeling they needed to weigh in on a fraternity party invite to 1st year students, written as poorly-metered verse, reminding them that frat boys didn’t like teases and asking them to wear something “tight”.

        If THESE are the “travesties of inequality/patriarchy/rape culture” that the biggest guns draw a bead on . . . you know that there is really nothing much going on except for a whole lot of entitlement and privilege.

        The “crying victim” and then using that as a power-card unto oppression of others, is the fuel in the cultural marxist engine — and the grievance groups, particularly feminism, are fools if they think they can make it work “this time” when it has such a startling history of abject failure and horror.

        I keep pointing to this label and process . . . because it allows one to almost perfectly understand the driving motivation of a vast array of victimhood agendas, and very effectively predict their actions and responses.
        If we are going to try to address this in an intellectual way, we need to understand what it is we’re seeking to address.

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  4. five2one 4 months ago

    I view the past civilization, like Egypt, like Sodom. No looking back.

    The only one thing to keep, the Scripture.

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      griz 3 months ago

      @five2one
      It’s a tool. A very powerful one to be sure.

      But let’s not forget other cultures have generated their own “scriptures” that show tantalizing evidence they were pursuing “God” in their own ways.
      The ancient Egyptian culture for example. If you’re game do a youtube search on Jordan Peterson’s lecture on the ancient Egyptian and Mesopotamian creation myths.
      They paint very compelling pictures of something akin to “the enemy of Life” destroying the habitable order until “a hero” came along to re-create order out of the chaos at great personal cost; and with something equivalent to discernment of that “which is good” and the ability to speak powerful truth (the Logos).

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      • five2one 3 months ago

        @griz Joseph Campbell’s anthropological work, in such books as ‘the hero of a thousand faces’… we take virtue, our heroes mine virtue, and from that, we create stories. Through these stories we sell, share, give that virtue. And that virtue is the sparkling, raw nugget of precious jewels taken from hard to find places.

        In this way, we are replacing the old “Babylon” with the New.

        Trade is being shifted from the crusty “Christian” mythos of a person ‘disfigured beyond human recognition’, into what we are seeing more, today, in our mythos, via our stories of our heroes, a real person.

        The super man.

        The king is dead, long live the King.

        The old mythos is shedded like the skin of a snake, as the old age passes into the new age, and the Bride is given new clothes. Escaping the clamping jaws of the old world.

        Let’s do it like in the movies. Freeze time. Examine the bullets in midair. Like the Matrix, Inception, Deadpool, X-Men Days of Future Past, Heroes, the Flash, Quicksilver..

        “Like angels”, with bodies of light, time is no longer a problem. We can examine the bullets in mid air. We can observe the power inherent in them, by the speed in which they travel, even while now frozen.

        Chunks of debris in mid-air, floating, moving ever so slowly, exploded with great force…

        This is where we are today. That we can sit and examine it, puts us in the position of being as one who can freeze time, momentarily, and change things to our own betterment. (And mankind’s, I dare say.)

        (If it were just about our own betterment, well, where is the fun in that… I can just trip out in my room, alone, if that was all what life was about… )

        In current affairs, we have these super charged cultural objects traveling through the air, with intense velocity. Great power is behind them.

        We have that freedom, if we are not caught up in the powerful negative energies behind these debris and bullets. We can look, observe, and examine.

        We can safely get out of the way, or maybe even apply our own little bit of inertia to pieces, here and there, which our slowness affords.

        (As our slowness is fast, our seeming lack of energy is magnified vast.)

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        griz 3 months ago

        @five2one
        What Campbell dubs the monomyth, is what Carl Jung calls archetypes: and ponders whether our virtues create these narratives, or these narratives are somehow in us at a genetic level and create/bring forth our virtues?

        I also question Campbell’s notion of “follow your bliss”. That seems to me to be an even worse version of “follow your happiness” (a purely reactionary process of the flesh).

        Replacing the old is fine, provided it’s not done in a short-sighted progressive “throw-away culture” way. Baby and bathwater.

        The Superman (Ubermensch) requires more than just physical invulnerability. Deadpool and the DC character Madcap seem cut from the same cloth. They are more the archetypal jester who can say to the king those things that no one else dares, without fear of reprisal. For they are beneath contempt. (What kind of fool seeks reprisal from a fool?)
        And there is great Folly in confusing the hero with the fool.

        I think the Cinematic analogy of freeze time has good Traction in relation to a phenomenon in or of the Spirit of Christ.

        Provided one’s Christ is still the hero and not the Jester!

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      • five2one 3 months ago

        @griz I am no jester. I can be mischievous with family, maybe close friends. I am sarcastic, but not in the ordinary way.

        Deadpool’s face is marred and he has unlimited healing abilities.

        In regards to myths I have observed is that we appreciate honor. We seek honor and to do honorable deeds.

        We give honor when we go to the cinema and watch these shows.

        And, it gives us new ways of perceiving reality, improved sense.

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        griz 3 months ago

        @five2one
        There exists levels of being where we don’t know what we aspire to, admire, seek to represent . . . or why.

        I think we need to ask just why we deem some deeds to be “honorable”, and others not?

        While we can “reward” (honor) processese we feel are honorable with our money, very few people live at this level of interpretation. Most are just paying for a service: often one they can barely understand for they can barely understand themselves.

        And this is how we can be led off down paths that only bolster slave morality and mentality.
        We have to know why we are seeking to honor the things we are seeking to honor if we want to become a conscious and awake participant and not just a slave.

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      • five2one 3 months ago

        @griz Me & my sister awoke in the “abyss” (when there were no stars). We had a son. Then, he made an angel. And so on. More work, more honor. Not like Satan’s way.

        But u know this.

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